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the-witch-of-one-piece · 6 months

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Control 18+ Ft: Shuji Hanma, Taiju Shiba, & Ran Haitani WC:1400+ Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: You belong to them and they have to remind you that when you start to act out. They will put you in your place and you won't fight them doing so. (I wouldn't fight them not one bit 💀) TW: Masturbation (F! reader receiving), Morally Grey Men, Possessive Behavior, Choking, fingering, finger sucking, pet names (baby girl, brat), slight stalking, degrading names (slut), calling them daddy, strong language, dominating trait from the three men, jealousy, you belong to them.

Hanma

“Tsk tsk like I told you to keep your legs open for me.” Hanma cooed in your ear. Your back pressed against his chest.

Your panties were tossed on the floor. Your legs spread slightly open. The way his fingers brush between your slits causes you to squirm uncontrollably. Hanma leaned over your shoulder, his golden eyes gazing at his tattooed hand between your legs. “Just the slightest touch is making you quiver this much?” the cocky tone left his devilish lips as he could feel your juices on the tips of his fingers.

The way he did it was always a teasing matter, he knew it drove you crazy. “Stop teasing me so much.” biting back the moans as your eyes closed savoring this sinful touch his fingers could do to you. It was hard to separate yourself from him, he came and went when he felt like it. The consistency was never there when you really needed him. You said to yourself you were finally done putting up with his bullshit and mind games. You even questioned your own sanity wondering if he even loved you? If he did… he had a strange way of showing it to you. When you decided to go out with someone different you wouldn’t have guessed he followed you and your company the entire evening.

Your company wouldn’t even make it into your apartment when Hanma finally had enough of what he liked to call the ‘little game’ you were playing. The poor guy didn’t know what hit him (literally). Hanma with a look in his eyes you could describe them as dangerous and yet sexy, almost making you want to get on your knees in front of him ready to take your punishment.

You were putty in the palm of Hanma’s hands and you hated how vulnerable he could make you feel and yet you wanted him to touch you more. Just like a drug, you couldn’t get enough.

“Just remember I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.” his fingers pushing more between your slits “Your pretty little cunt is mines and mines only. You thought I was kidding when I said no one else could touch you?” his long slender fingers sliding into your moisten cunt feeling the warmth of your walls. “See I can’t leave you alone for a few days without you acting like such a little slut….You disappointed me.”

“I’m-I’m sorry.” you whimpered as his fingers were pumping in and out of you. His fingers are getting nice and coated with your sweet nectar. “Oh fuck please don’t stop.”

“And if I do? How badly do you want it, my little slut?”

“Bad Shuji baby~~” you whimpered.

“Tell me who you belong to?” The possessive tone was making its appearance in his voice. He added another finger into your warm little cunt.

“Shuji Hanma~~~” tossing your head back slightly against the lanky man.

Taiju

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” Taiju watched you avoid direct eye contact. “We are not done talking.”

“I’m done talking.” You shot him a quick look and began walking to the shared room. You began undoing the expensive dress he bought you just a few days ago for this special event. Where he was sitting, he clicked his tongue and began rolling up his sleeves getting up from his seat following you to the bedroom.

‘god damn brat.’ Taiju being the observant man a few hours prior the dress looked great on you but he noticed some more unwanted looks. Even Taiju overheard a conversation about you and your dress with a few men he knew. He fucking hated how they were speaking about you. He just wanted to rip their throats out. It took every inch of him to control himself and not make a spectator of himself just like he did when he was younger. You were enjoying yourself but it was being cut short by him. When you asked him he didn’t give you an answer but simply moved you towards the exit. It frustrated you because he wouldn’t even tell you the reason and that's when you became more sassy with him. You weren’t going to look at him.

It wouldn’t take long for you to hear his footsteps enter your bedroom. The dress slides down your frame as you reach for your silk robe placing it on. “Like I said we are not done talking you damn brat.”

“And I say we are.” you picked up the dress and placed it on the back of the chair.

It was driving him crazy that you wouldn’t look at him. The large structure man walks towards you. In a quick motion, you were pinned between him and the wall. His large hand pinning both of your hands above your head. Still avoiding to look at him “Even pinning your hands above your head you still can’t look at me.” his large hand was around your neck applying enough pressure to get your attention. “Apparently, I need to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of yours to have you look at me like a good girl.” Taiju's eyes focused on yours as they traveled to his hand around your neck. He felt his growing bulge forming in his pants. “Look what you do to me. Getting me all worked up..” his voice was low raspy the hint of his bourbon mixed with the cigarette he was smoking lingered on his breath.

“Now… Are you going to listen to me when I tell you to do something?” he asked you. You didn’t argue as you nodded. “I can't hear you.” the slightly taunting in his voice.

“Yes daddy.” your eyes are still on his.

“Good girl… Now get on your knees for me and show Daddy how much you love him.”

Ran

Sitting on his lap, it was becoming more apparent he was looking at your left hand more. His fingers seem to play with the ringless ring finger. Ran began picturing what kind of ring he was planning on placing on your finger. “Something on your mind Ran?” Looking at the violet eye lover. His eyes drifted from your ring finger to your doe-eyed expression. “Thinking about what kind of ring will look good on your finger baby girl. I think it’s been long overdue and I want to get it now.”

You cocked your brow at him “Really now?” with a playful smirk “What makes you think I will wear it now?”

“As my future wife, it will be suitable. You would want to wear the ring your future husband bought now wouldn’t you?” Your fingers combed through his soft smooth short hair. “If I don't?”

“You will, I will make sure of it.” He reached for your fingers intertwining them with his. Sliding you off his lap onto the couch, his hand still intertwined with yours. You were sliding lower onto the couch as he was hovering over you. “You and I both know well if I place a collar around your neck you wouldn’t remove it or just like when you ride my face until you cum. No one is capable of taking you from me either.”

He had you right there. No doubt in his mind and he was right you wouldn’t decline anything he wanted to do. He would be able to convince you to walk down the street in lingerie if he wanted to. He had this sort of power over you and it always made you cave in. “I get it, Ran. You know I’m teasing Ran.” you playfully said, “I’m yours.”

Other than the three words he loved hearing, he also loved those two words “Say it again baby girl.” Lowering his head lower towards your lips lightly brushing against yours. The light touch of his light sent a tingling sensation throughout your body.

“I’m yours.” You lifted your head slightly as your lips pressed against his.

“That’s my girl~” Ran smoothly said to you. Ran freed his hand from yours, his index finger brushing against your bottom lip. The tip of your tongue lightly brushes against the tip of his finger. With no asking from him, your lips began sucking on his finger. “I bet you would be sucking me off so good just like always a baby girl. Seeing those pouty lips around my cock how you take me inch by inch.” he continued to watch you suck on his finger.

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bebe-writes-stuff · 4 months

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Omgg hii i love love love ur page and ive been following for a while now yea😻 and i wanted to request a fic about Ran Haitani’s gf cooking something for him and he is NOT leaving her aline and it kind of a turns into a chaotic yet sweet moment🤭🤭 Its absolutely okay if u dont want to and u can just ignore this its okay i just wanted to ask anyways!!

Of course babes, I love you guys sm

Ran x reader, Chaotic but sweet love

It was always,

Hey, I got this for you.

I Thought you'd look cute in this so I got it.

Those reminded me of you so I ordered them.

It was his love language, you found yourself surrounded with gifts from Ran. He didn't twice before buying you something that made you smile. It was always worth it, the way you smiled and your eyes lit up at the sight. The way you would giggle before saying,

"Gosh, Ran, where am I gonna put all of this? I barely have space in my room. You're so adorable baby, thank you."

The way he would melt like an ice cream on a summer day, at your words. After that he'd buy you more gifts just so you can baby him and cuddle him. It was his favorite thing in the world. He loved sleeping but you know what's even better. Sleeping beside you and holding you. But, you needed to surprise him with something also. It couldn't be just him giving and never receiving any special event in return, right?

So, your first idea is to make him breakfast in bed! After sneaking out of bed, making sure to be extra quiet so as not to wake him up. You quietly sprinted to the kitchen to start on your surprise which unfortunately, didn't last long. Womp Womp

You were in the kitchen for quite some time, before Ran started to notice his empty bed and lost warmth. He moves his hand around searching for you, he huffs and puffs when he realizes he woke up in a bed without you. Throwing the covers to the side and setting up, he stretched and then it hit him, he smelled something...was something burning?

OHMYGOSH, WHAT HAPPEN I ONLY LEFT TO USE THE BATHROOM!!

Before you could do something, anything, you heard fast footsteps coming near you. You feel disappointed and downhearted when you realize what had started out as a cute surprise to repay your awesome boyfriend turned into an almost death by fire case on the news this morning.

"Y/n, what the hell is going on?" He sighed, still drowsy, as he put the fire out. He looked groggy and tired. You didn't mean to wake him up in such a bad way,

Despite your attempt to seem fine, the subtle quiver, an involuntary tremor that betrayed your underlying emotions. "Ran, I'm sorry. I just can't do anything right, can I."

That seemed to snap him out of it. With a compassionate gaze, he approached you, wrapping her arms around you in a warm, protective embrace. The world faded away as the strength of the hug conveyed both solace and understanding. In that simple gesture, words became unnecessary, and the shared warmth offered a comforting haven.

"I just wanted to make you breakfast in bed, I didn't mean to wake up in such a horrible way, I'm really sorry." You muttered as you managed to say between short breaths and sniffles.

"You're so sweet." He leaned in, your lips meeting for a swift dance, It was a quick, stolen moment filled with the electricity of shared desire.

"Do you want me to help you? Can we make it together?" He suggested, cupping your face gently and squishing your cheeks.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes and sniffling one last time.

Some time later, you've come to regret ✨cooking with ran ✨ because what you didn't realize was Ran couldn't take anything seriously.

"Y/n, catch!" Ran who was Grinning mischievously, and his eyes sparkled with cheekiness as he threw you the eggs.

'Wait, NO!" You couldn't catch them in time earning a beautiful Picasso painting on your wall made of...eggs. your eye twitches involuntarily, a tiny but visible sign of growing irritation.

"Ran, get the fuck out." your brows furrowed, and a subtle scowl etched across your face as irritation took hold and you grabbed a wooden spoon.

"I'll give you until the count of three." You threatened,

He leaned against the fridge, a playful smirk on his face,

"No ♡"

You chucked the wooden spoon, earning a laughter from ran, that echoed, injecting a playful vibe into the atmosphere, turning even the mundane into a delightful game. Your awful aim didn't grant you any luck either, as the wooden spoon hit the milk carton causing it to splatter all over the floor.

"Fucking hell, that was too good, you should've seen your face...also you're totally gonna clean this up." He deadpanned when his laughter died out.

"Kiss my ass." You instantly replied.

"Heh, sure thing baby. You do have a nice backside." He winked, receiving your raised hand with a swift and deliberate motion, of flicking him off.

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the-tragic-heroine · 1 year

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Haitani Brothers Analysis

While the Haitani brothers didn’t get as much screen time in the series as many fans would probably like, we did get a small glimpse into their characters during the main events of the manga and some extra content in the character books—enough for me to reasonably speculate on some things. As always, these are just my own thoughts, and you are more than welcome to disagree with me.

**THIS ANALYSIS CONTAINS SPOILERS!**

Neither Ran nor Rindou actually enjoy fighting that much.

In the main series, they don’t have an actual clear reason for participating in the gang wars. They even state stuff like “well, I guess we have to” before entering the battlefield

Whenever they are beat up they very readily accept defeat.

They fight very unfairly, with Ran using his baton to beat up opponents while Rindou holds them still and breaks their bones. Once they are separated, they lose quite easily. If they really enjoyed fighting, they likely a) wouldn’t be using these underhanded methods at all and b) wouldn’t be this bad on their own.

Both of Rindou’s extra stories in the character book involve being unwillingly dragged into some kind of conflict.

EDIT: I was mulling over this point and I think I mean to say that while they do like fighting, because it’s clear they do have fun beating people up, they don’t CARE about fighting the way some of the others do. Eg, those who fight to protect, those who fight for a cause, those who fight because they have a passion for it, etc.

This is pretty much where the similarities between the two brothers end, though. So, if they don’t care about fighting, why are they even delinquents in the first place? What do they care about?

Ran cares about maintaining an image.

Rindou talks about being annoyed about Ran trying to strike ‘cool’ poses when fighting

His special skill is “presenting himself in a favorable light”

In CB3, his profile states that Ran wants to be a celebrity and he enjoys getting his hair done at beauty salons

In fact, he tends to talk out of his ass, shown in his conversation with the hairdresser and…what he says about music here…

The two living in Roppongi makes even more sense, as it is a very high-end district

However, with that being said, there are a few additional pieces of information that may strike people as rather odd, as they seem a bit contradictory to what we are led to believe Ran is like.

His hobby is sleeping, he likes staying in bed, and his special talent is sleeping 24 hours in one go

In Rindou’s story, Ran was so pissed off at getting woken up because of his party that he got violent

What this reminds me of are my interactions with people who tell me that their hobbies involve clubbing and drinking, only for them to admit later on that they don’t actually like doing those things at all and would much rather be at home. Instead, these hobbies are simply a means to make up for something that they are lacking: something like, human connection, self-esteem, etc. In Ran’s case, delinquency—because what it got him was an army of followers in Roppongi that he and his brother can command. In the delinquent world, he is that celebrity he wants to be.

When Kakucho invited them to join Tenjiku, their conditions to accepting were that their uniforms be a different colour than the rest. Izana beat him up because that made them stand out more.

We don’t get much more info beyond this, but I think there’s some valid reason to believe that, like many who choose to surround themselves with material possessions, he is merely putting up a front to cover up a deep-rooted insecurity. Perhaps one that developed in an environment full of wealthy elites that is difficult to stand out in.

Rindou cares about his brother.

This might take a little more explanation because sibling love-hate relationships are complicated, and like Ran a lot of Rindou’s character traits are contradictory, but there are a few things that make this evident both in the series and the character book.

Rindou’s interests are DJing and martial arts, the latter of which is quite known for promoting stuff like peace, respect, etc unlike Rindou’s delinquent tendencies

Again, both of his stories involve being dragged into conflict he didn’t wanna be a part of. Kakucho once invited him to train, which Rindou thought was weight lifting, only to be brought to a Yakuza hideout. Rindou vowed never to hang out with him again.

He is actually ranked 2nd best boyfriend and 2nd least vicious in Tenjiku, which would strike people as odd considering his special technique in combat is literally breaking bones

All of this should make Rindou a pretty chill guy but he isn’t. Instead he follows his brother into gang wars, gets sent to prison, and in the Bonten timeline gets involved in criminal activity. While we don’t see him or his brother really doing anything during this arc, I think that itself (just standing and watching) tells us enough about how they feel being a part of it. So, we get into the next key part of Rindou’s character book profile.

Rindou’s most feared/disliked person is Ran

In his second story, he locks himself in the bathroom to avoid Ran’s angry outburst and has to buy him Mont Blanc to appease him

I don’t think Ran is abusive in the way Taiju was toward the Shiba household, because in their interactions it’s quite clear that they do care about one another and are comfortable enough together. They always stick together throughout alliance changes, their signature technique involves teamwork, and are in the same business owning a club in the final ending.

Instead, I think it’s clear that Ran was a pretty terrible influence to Rindou. I think he was pulled into this pretty early on due to circumstance and was unable to get out because he didn’t know much else—again, because of Ran’s influence as the older brother. Otherwise, I don’t think he’d have chosen this path voluntarily.

There isn’t much else for me to use to make more speculations on Rindou’s character, but I think based on all that info he really just seems like a big himbo on the inside. All the dude wants is to make music and get buff. Also, probably a tsundere, because it seems that he calls Ran “aniki” in public but “niichan” in private. So cute!!

Anyways, I think that’s it for now! I typed this all up in one sitting so I hope I didn’t miss anything. If you have any input do feel free to comment as I love these boys and am always looking to read more headcanons and scenarios with them!

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musei-thoughts · 3 months

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𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. [𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

01.

𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙖

(𝘯.) 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬

Ran didn’t know how he ended up being tied up to a spinning wheel.

A moment ago, he was with Mikey and the others, enjoying the party.

But now, he’s on the stage, knives getting thrown his way.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen! Just say the word and my assistant will spin the wheel faster!” The performer says.

The audience buzzed with excitement as Ran tried to maintain his composure, hanging helplessly on the wheel. He shot a look towards Rindou and the others, who were thoroughly enjoying the unexpected turn of events.

“Go faster!! Surely you can do better than that!” Rindou shouts, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Spin him faster!”

“WHAT THE HELL, RINDOU?!” Ran screams from the wheel, earning a laugh from the audience.

"But you said you needed a bit of excitement in your life, Ran." Rindou mocked. "This is not what I had in mind!" Ran retorted.

The performer grabbed another set of knives. "You heard the man! Fasten your seatbelts, folks, we're taking this to the next level!"

The performer’s assistant, seemingly eager to please the crowd, gave the wheel an extra push, sending Ran into an even more dizzying spin.

As the wheel spun faster, Ran's shouts reached a pitch that only dogs could appreciate. The audience who were now more invested in the impromptu spectacle (and were truly enjoying Ran’s screams), erupted into laughter and cheers as the performer, with a twinkle in her eye, tossed more knives, each one closer to Ran but expertly missing him.

The act ends as one final knife was thrown right below Ran’s crotch, eliciting gasps from the audience. The performer bows, gesturing towards Ran like he was the star of the show. "Thank you, thank you! And a special shoutout to our human fidget spinner, Mr. Haitani!"

The audience laughed and cheered for him as he got off the stage, clothes and hair disheveled as he tried to walk straight. Walking towards the others, he glares at them as he fixes himself up, “You are all dead to me.” He grumbles to his colleagues who were the ones who got him up on stage.

“Especially you.” He points at his brother, who only snickered at him, knowing that his brother loved him too much to even mean his words.

As performers left the stage, the quartet began to play a calm melody as all the excitement died down. “That was one hell of a show you put up for us, Mr. Haitani.” The men turned their heads towards your direction, where you stood in a dazzling black gown, silver crystals embezzling the bodice and waistline of the outfit. Your neck was adorned with a silver necklace, embellished with topaz and moissanite stones along with earrings that complimented the design.

“I apologize if I wasn’t able to greet you sooner considering that you came all this way to attend.” You smiled at them apologetically.

Rindou, decided to take this as an opportunity, holding his hand out for you to take while slightly bowing, eyes meeting yours with a mischievous glint, “I suppose a dance would make up for it, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flickered with amusement as you took his hand, “Well, Mr…?”

“Rindou. Rindou Haitani.” He replied.

“Oh, you are related to Ran?”

The said male smiles at you, “He’s my cute little brother~”

“Shut it, aniki.” The younger Haitani spat before turning back to you, “Also, call me Rindou. There’s no need for formalities…” He leans into your ear, whispering,

“...since I see us getting more acquainted in the future.”

The feeling of his breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, making you weak on your knees. But, fortunately, you were able to keep your composure. “Well, Rindou, I wouldn’t want to be accused of being an inhospitable host.”

With that, he led you to the dance floor, taking slow and careful steps before facing you and placing a hand on your waist while the other held onto your own. Ran watched his brother take you away, amused. He couldn’t deny that he was slightly jealous, but it’s his little brother we’re talking about. He’ll let Rindou have you for the time being.

“So, Rindou. What do you think of the party so far?”

The mullet haired male tries to stifle his smile, thinking of the past events, “Well, aside from my brother becoming a human target, I find it quite charming. The food was exquisite, as if the menu was carefully planned out. The music fits well into every part of the event, making it more immersive. And as for entertainment, well…” He pauses, thinking as he twirls you around.

“I think I’d be entertained enough if I had your attention all night.”

Before you could even say a word, the dancers changed partners, and now, you find yourself in the arms of a shorter male. He had long gorgeous white hair that reached his shoulders, with the side of his hair braided? Shaved? You couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Seeing you inspecting his face, he grins at you, “Looks like I’m the lucky one to sweep you off your feet next.” You chuckled at him, appreciating his confident yet lighthearted demeanor, “And who might you be? I assume that you’re one of Rindou and Ran’s colleagues?”

“Kokonoi Hajime, but you can call me Koko, darling.”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, a smirk playing on your lips, “So, Koko, what do you do?” He twirls you out, then pulls you back into his arms, with your back pressing against his chest, “Oh, I’m an auditor in some big organization. I manage finances, make more money, and you know, do all the money talk.”

You couldn't help but be impressed, both by his smooth dance moves and his casual explanation of handling finances. You found his straightforwardness refreshing. “Ah, the man who knows how to handle the money. That’s impressive.” You complimented.

Koko’s smirk widened, and he leaned in, whispering into your ear,

“Well, I can handle more than just money, you know?”

Like with Rindou, people changed partners before you could even react. Now, you found yourself face to face with Ran’s tall figure. He swiftly pulls you closer to him, pressing his body against yours as he firmly places a hand on your back, making you put your right hand on his shoulder. His free hand grasps yours as the two of you face the same direction.

The gentle music slowly dies down, transitioning into a lively yet smooth and romantic song. Ran’s eyes met yours, giving you a dashing smile, “Well, darling…”

“...Shall we dance?”

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴. 𝘣𝘵𝘸, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳?

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𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥: 2/27/24

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ladythornofrivia · 1 year

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The Imperfection of Sound

In a world of sound, reader is deaf. Until she meets Ran Haitani, who shows her that life is more than just hoping for a miracle.

Pair: Ran x Reader

Warnings: Mature Content, Inappropriate Moments and Adult Language. (if you’re under 18, you can’t read this).

Author’s Note: Great news! So I’m going to expand on this series with 2 more chapters! Yay! It’s a very long chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

(Please report if someone decides to steal/plagiarize my story. And notify me. Thank you.)

Chapter 5: Stay Close To Me By My Beating Heart

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Meanwhile…

Tenjiku received a call from Rindou. It was rather urgent, but his next words caught them unprecedented. Rindou addressed regarding to a certain someone. Not to kill or to torture, or held hostage. Tenjiku needed to be proper yet bold, calm, yet fierce, gentle yet brutal. Izana’s men were often reminded and often prepared for the worst. For the next days, the battle between Tokyo Manji Gang and Tenjiku has been sealed.

But Rindou’s request is still unexpectedly odd from others.

It regarding a special take to the mission. One Tenjiku cannot fail before their enemy comes.

•••••

You hadn’t been thinking regarding to things going on in your life, and you’re trying to focus. But no matter how much focus, something pulled you away. You were pissed, heartbroken, then pissed again, then heartbroken again.

How could he do that to me? If he isn’t interested in me, why would lead me on?

Foretokened by a string of events, your body was bemused with countless activities for hours, but when it comes to your mind, it’s battling on its own, your system weren’t in sync with the malfunction in your brain. Was it malfunctioning, or was just being insurgently strong? Stubborn? Or an indestructible prideful that couldn’t breach within a resistance you pulled your consciousness to alter.

Evidently strong.

Not matter how much you convinced yourself, it feels nothing weighs a greater impact to the results of your everyday life.

In your wake, you see him. Even in sleep, you still see him, only a fragments, shielded you like blurred water spiraling. His lips moved, pearly teeth shown, shinning, you couldn’t get what he’s saying. There was no noise every time he speaks, or laughs, or shouts your name.

You only hear the blurriness of water, rippling like gash, full of blubber.

You wanted him to reach closer, you wanted him to reach your hands—your touch, your embrace and warmth delved between two bodies from a cold, listless world.

Striding towards the blurred water buried between air like walls, rippled and rumbling silently.

His long two-braided is neat and stylish adorned his sharpish face, and his violet eyes glowing like light on his downturned lids. His tall stature—a good bone structure you admired, relaxed at the sight of you.

Everything was clear. The rippling water buried the space between you and him is the obstacle to breach.

You wanted to touch him.

In your cold and listless world, you wanted to touch him, to feel the warmth he kept.

As you stepped closer to the rippling walls, your hand extended with a little hesitation—rather frightened. You didn’t want him to vanish.

His violet eyes watching you, just like how he saw you the first time—friendly and calm—a perfect combination of a smooth-talker. Other his height and his braids, his charm captivated you and enraptured your heart with a tight clutch.

Like a fairy tale.

One that you hoped for, sought for.

A taste of divinely heaven.

Your fingers reached closer to the rippled water, and behind Ran, there’s a dainty hand snaked around him, with long, expensive-looking nails and a large jewel on the index finger.

There she was. The girl who Ran professed, so womanly and mature and ripen with grace and womanly aesthetics similar to Megan Fox or Angelina Jolie—brownish locks with a beauty daggers of serpent eyes look straight to yours, a vulnerable one.

Unlike you, like a new blossom, you’re still child-like, underdeveloped and girlish.

The rippled walls turned frozen, then breached, scarring your face and hands from shielding at a dangerous side of getting too close.

Even then, even now, your heart is set of despising them.

Until now, awake or not, Ran’s face and violet eyes haunted you.

••••••

Around time during lunch, you decided to take a break after going at the library for a full research on your new assignment.

But your destination has been fully blocked by a man at your age but with blonde hair and bluish streaks with round glasses, flickered under the afternoon sunlight. Basked under the sunlight, your skin grew hot, and your locks, your bag has gotten heavy, shoulder slouching from the vigor wasted from traveling on foot despite the cold air. While the young man on a bike is still in your way. Behind you, another bike blocked you in case you're thinking of escaping, a quiet, stoic expression from another young man with a large scar slanted from the head to over the eye. Red eye still gazing at you.

Still on the expensive motorcycle, the young man with round glasses and bluish streaks fished something in his pocket, and handed it to you.

Unfolding the paper, it read:

We need to talk.

For nearly an hour, you and the young man with a scar--introduced as Kakucho--exchanged conversations with you through sign language. You could say he’s good, trying his best to reach you within other sources of communication other than paper and pen, not that you need it since Kakucho's can keep up--as a translator for you and the other man. For the other young man with blond hair and blue highlights--introduced as Rindou--is still quiet.

Growing weary, you wished to leave and rest your eyes and body for at least 3 hours of sleep. You’ve done your assignments and dealt with peers at your college.

What do these guys want?

“Get straight to the point,” you signed within the gesture of sharp movement.

“Fine,” Rindou said.

You could easily read people’s lips as long as it’s slow. Kakucho translated.

“Rindou said that there's this guy has been acting strange lately. He has been sighing, calling your name numerous times in his sleep,"

“Guy?” you signed.

Rindou sighed. “You don’t seem to understand what has been happening to him. He’s been…unwell.” Then Kakucho translated.

“Whoever it is you’re talking about, I had no clue what to do. I’m not a doctor," you signed.

Rindou's eyes glared. “I think you do know. Right now, you’re in denial, just like him…”

“Him?”

“Don’t be stupid, Miss (y/n),” he said brashly, voice still calm, directing his eyes at the other customers. So far, nobody suspected a thing. “You know who I’m referring to.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms. “I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Ran Haitani.”

Your body froze.

He noticed your alarmed stance in your seat, frozen like ice.

“So what? What does it have to do with me?"

Luckily, Kakucho is there. Otherwise, you and Rindou are going to take forever to solve the issue that has been resided since 3 weeks.

"You and Ran have to reconcile," Kakucho reasoned, almost gentle, as if he doesn't want you to storm out from the quaint restaurant.

"Why should I?" you signed, as the bitterness slightly increase. “He already made it perfectly clear to me, so I casted myself off—I was doing a favor.”

"Because there's a misunderstanding going on..." Rindou said. "He's supposed to go at the party with me that night. We agreed to to do service for the special guest, and since he didn't attend, the guest confronted him at that morning. The reason why is because her boyfriend dumped her because he cheated on her with two girls on the night before her birthday, and when she confronted Ran, Ran tried his best to keep his distance from her, but kept perusing him, demanding and cornering him to do what she wanted. That's where you saw him that day. You went away when Ran tried to approach you, try to explain things to you. But I guess you block him or ignore him."

You couldn't find words to justify yourself; it felt like it's going in circles.

"You said you know him well. Why should I trust you? It seems pretty biased."

"I know him well. He likes his high-end apartment space more than girls. He value his privacy more."

Another biased answer.

"You don't believe me," Rindou said, "Fine. I don't care since you're just a random girl to me. But try patch things up with him."

"Easy for you to say. If Ran decided to patch things up with me, why couldn't he just show up instead of sending you and Kakucho, acting like his servants?"

"He tried looking for you, but you weren't there. After all, why waste searching when you're the one who's trying to fucking hide from him, and then pin the blame?"

"I have a busy life. Something that doesn't involve with parties or seeking out bitches and dumbasses," you signed. "And I'm not hiding, I'm trying to do what every girls would do--move on. If you have a girlfriend, I'll send my condolences. Not that you have a girlfriend, not with the nerdy glasses you're wearing."

"I don't know what he sees in you, little girl," Rindou remarked. "But you better watch it."

Little girl…

"Oh, no, I'm scared," you signed, you face is filled with nonchalant sarcasm.

"Stop, I'll handle this," Kakucho told him. "What he's trying to say is, whatever feelings you have and whatever feelings Ran has, you guys have to be more honest, than just run away and denying as a source of coping mechanism."

"Oh," you signed. "Why didn't nerdy Rindou didn't say it? It seems like he favored on being personally condescending towards me, than being nice about it. Being nice won't kill you."

"Because whatever you're doing right now, won't help you," Kakucho signed back. "Ran's been denying whenever he shows up at the meetings, and every time Rindou or someone else in the group asks, Ran would randomly change the subject to fashion clothes and food from other different countries. Since you're trying to be brave by putting out denial, as well--just like him--we wanted to put an end to it."

"What are you suggesting?"

"What I'm suggesting is, how do you really feel when it comes to Ran? Be honest. If you lie, then you're not the kind of girl Ran likes--meaning, you're fake like any of the girls he encountered with--not dating--but he faced a couple of times, but does a lot of avoidance. Tell me, right here, right now."

"Seems like you're pressuring me. Do you guys hate me that much?

"It's not that I hate you, it's just that there's no other choice, because Ran tries to be gentle with you, afraid you might be offended at his sudden forwardness or his sudden appearance. He may be a brazen kind of guy, but he wouldn't lie out of selfish purposes. Let me ask you this, have you been to his parties? Have you been to his place, only to hang out and talk? Have you ever daydreamed about him while spending time on your own accord? If you said 'no' to all of them, then maybe, I suggest try not to face him, at all. Or I can give you chance to fully explain your view. Nothing but the truth."

"Understanding girls is hard," Rindou said. "But honestly, Ran and (y/n) are so fucking difficult to deal with."

And Kakucho smacked him, waiting on you to answer, while Rindou is ordering another drink to calm his nerves.

"To be honest, I avoid going to parties and I avoid going to his place, whenever he invited me, but we always go out to different places, ones I haven't been before. He took me to Harajuku, then we went to aquarium, then at the museum, then sometimes at the park, then arcade and bowling and eat large hamburgers and tall glass milkshakes. I like hanging out with him, but I'm just afraid I might be too...plain and boring. With his life different than mine, I don't think we could ever be in sync. And I don't want him to have a hard time doing sign language with me, too. Having a hearing disability is the most painful process for me, and although pen and paper and texting from phone is fine, but I don't want to put another difficulty against him; he might get tired of communicating with me, sooner than later. Being two different worlds is already saying so much. Being out of the comfort zone, is already challenging."

Kakucho nodded once you finished your explanation. "I understand. Having a hearing disability can put an increasing pressure on you on trying to be in sync with him."

"Let me ask you this. With all the questions you have given since the beginning, do you ask Ran the same?"

Rindou and Kakucho both exchanged looks. "We did, but Ran actually beat us to it. He kept talking about everything about you. About what you do and what you like. Every movement, every smile you made, stirred inside him. From what I gather, according to what you claimed, you spent time with him, and talk everything about him, but you’re afraid to go to his parties and at his place is because you’re different?”

You shook your head. “No. There are a lot of girls like him, lining up for him. That’s why I didn’t go to the party and at his place, it’s not that I’m afraid, but I’m afraid of not being good enough for him—undervalued, and ignored. Their beauty is unbeatable. Like I said, with my hearing disability, things might take things differently if plans don’t go so well. I was taking cautions, if something happens.”

“So you’re pretending?” Rindou assumed.

“First of all, you don’t know me very well, judging before getting to know someone is automatically a dealbreaker for some people.”

“But I already did,” Rindou answered.

You ignored him, facing Kakucho. “And second, I do daydream about Ran. Of what would it be like if I don’t have a hearing disability. I can see him smiling, but his laugh, never. If only I was born different, where I hear emotions, hear music and voices when talking. I want to hear the sounds of wind, ocean and storm, and rain and trees, sometimes animals. My own voice, too. I want to hear his voice, his laughter. His charisma and his whispers, I want to hear his sweets words embracing me with warmth, with kindness….everything. The way he has shown his interest, the close proximity between us…” You found yourself smiling as you look down.

“You like him,” Kakucho signed.

You shook your head once more, the determined look in your eyes gazed at Kakucho. “I love him.”

Once Rindou retained information from Kakucho’s translation, Rindou let his guard down.

“If there’s nothing else…” you signed, grabbing your bag as you stand up. But Kakucho stopped you. “I know you’re well acquainted with him, based on your words.”

“What would it take for us to gain your trust?” He signed.

“You shouldn’t have underestimated me,” you signed back. “And you shouldn’t be mean to me without knowing a single clue. Try to understand my point of view, is all I’m saying.”

“I’m sorry. But we’ll try our best to remedy the conversation and assumptions we had earlier,” Kakucho promised.

“So, what is it you want, Miss (y/n)?” Rindou’s cold voice softened.

In this moment, slowly, you sat back down and thought of the conditions.

•••••

Ran sat back at the living room, watching American shows on a wide screen tv. He’s been bored from changing from movie to movie until he finds that shows are more interesting. So far he found nothing until he watches a film, filled with serene. Minutes had gone by as Ran himself was yawning.

He hadn’t had good sleep. His mind wasn’t going to fight anymore. So he switched the television off and left to his bedroom, then passed the bed, he went out at the wide, marbled balcony.

He doesn’t want to think about it anymore. And if he ever shall, his mind would speak, beseeched against the likes of the wounded words of heart. Neglected with Tenjiku’s main objective, he could back out, but at some point Rindou will inform him on going. By any means of dragging Ran out of his bed and his sulking.

But no matter.

And dreams he’ll sleep.

Hours later, he ended up with a fever.

•••••

Around nine in the evening, Rindou and Kakucho tried their very best to get back on track in order to defeat Tokyo Manji Gang. Without Ran, Rindou is helpless. The Haitani brothers are well-known for working together. Rindou would break people’s bones. As for Ran, he would have his baton ready to strike with brutal force enough to draw a generous amount of bloodshed.

They’ve done that once to the previous leader, who’s limbs had been broken and locked by Rindou, as Ran punched the previous leader more than a hour, the previous leader died by their hands. But how could someone so brutal would ever touch someone who’s untainted? How could a strong and a charismatic man have befall under a gentle soul?

Rindou received a call from Ran, luckily, this wasn’t the day on attacking Tokyo Manji Gang.

“I’ll come home,” Rindou said, hanging up on his phone.

“He’s sick,” Rindou told Kakucho.

“It was a heartbreak he’s dealing with right now,” Kakucho said, while you are hanging onto him during the motorcycle ride.

“No, I mean he has fever. It’s not a good one. Stupid Ran. He’s been staying out on a cold weather until the morning. Doesn’t want to stay in the room.”

Kakucho sighed, steering his bike. “He had to recover. Days on attack Tokyo Manji Gang are coming up.”

“He wasn’t usually like this. When a girl break things off with him, he would ignore them without a second thought. He wouldn’t care, goes on with a smile on his face because they meant nothing to him. They all dolled up for him. But, something’s off…he wasn’t like this. So why is he bothered now?”

“Did you forget what you said earlier, moron?” Kakucho lectured through a roaring noise from the engine. “He’s the one who’s been sad for the past few days. Both of them are at fault because they weren’t trying to communicate with each other. But he isn’t the only one who’s sad.”

“Meaning?”

“I swear Rindou, did you not pay attention to what I said or what (y/n) said? She loved him, too, but she couldn’t bear to be replaced or used. Try to focus on the discussion, not your anger and your annoyance for once. Always talking out of your ass. Besides, this is the perfect opportunity for them to make up. We discussed the plans before we got out from the mall.”

“Hopefully not through sex. Because he’s been watching porn.”

Kakucho closed his eyes, grimaced. “TMI, Rindou. TMI.”

••••••

You guys reached into a newer destination by the time you’re tired. Carrying shopping bags is hard. So you inspected the bags if any items are missing. Thankfully, neither of the items you purchased are missing. But before shopping, Rindou took you to Harajuku to get a better hairstyle and a makeover all in one go.

(This hairstyle 👇)

(With this makeup look 👇)

And after the new and improved hairstyle and bolder makeup, the three of you headed shopping, picking better clothes.

Turns out this is your conditions in order for them to reconcile with you.

And at the mall, you picked two dresses, of your personal choice.

(First outfit👇)

(And the other is this 👇)

Unbeknownst, to their own ideas, their chat, you had your own. You asked them where they’re heading next. And so they decided to go by Rindou’s place first. Kakucho wanted to make sure he sees Rindou off. As they went at the different section on the road, you were sure you’re going to plop with running vehicles rolling over you. You decided to stay awake, holding onto Kakucho tighter.

You haven’t seen the high-end of Roppongi, since you’ve been busy with your college life—being an eighteen year old, you’re still young, but taking responsibilities is being an adult, a part of life. You wished to have time. At some point, you blamed yourself on not taking Ran’s offer. He promised you once—since you first met him—that he’ll take you to Roppongi and Harajuku. Instead of Ran taking you to Harajuku, it’s Rindou and Kakucho.

Therefore blaming yourself is the only option. You were scared of being stood up, of looking idiotic and shameful.

Maybe what Rindou and Kakucho were saying, they have excellent point. Why be a coward when you can profess the truth resided in you? Though too much of an honesty means vulnerability. But it can’t hurt to try.

Glimmering lights upon the Roppongi’s high-end buildings filled you with awe, with wonder.

So this is what Roppongi looks like. Now I understand why Ran likes it here, why he wanted me to be there with him.

A deep trail of thought sprung into your mind how you wanted Ran to fuck you. You pussy has been aching with tease and arousal. You wanted him to trap you, to pin you and tease you with a tantalizing speed from his cock buried into your pussy. You wanted him to cherish you, love you, dominate you in any way possible.

You want him to ruin you, mark you and claim you.

But that soon end when reaching the high-end apartment, rather looking more like a penthouse that cost more.

Rindou and Kakucho simultaneously dismounted their bikes and headed towards the wide entrance with you, leading up to escalators. Kakucho assisted you with your bag, as Rindou carried one of the shopping bags. The burdens on shopping bags has been lifted. Taking up the stairs—because the elevator is out of order—you ended up climbing up the stairs until the 5th floor. There it was Rindou’s territory.

As soon as he unlocked the doors, his phone shifted in his pants, vibrating. He picked the phone up, answering the call. Apparently, Izana needed more assistance to prepare for the next battle. And for Kakucho to be there with Izana. Izana needed support.

“We have to get going,” Kakucho signed.

“Without me,” you signed back.

“In the mean time, help yourself in the apartment. Eat what you want and watch. Our meeting will take long,” Rindou said, but Kakucho translated.

You understood and entered the apartment after you watched them leave. Heaving, you went in with your bag and the shopping bags. Everything is clean and expensive, assuming Rindou is responsible despite being the same age as you. You went to the fridge and opened it, finding lots of healthy food and snacks. Closing it, you went to take a look of the dress you chose. You admired the black dress with evening gloves and black heels. Smiling to yourself, you went to find the bathroom to change. Being lucky, you found a bathroom near and changed, complimenting the figure on your body with a current hairstyle and bold and rich makeup.

If only someone would ravish you. Someone like Ran. If what they said is true, then, you and him are both at fault. Miscommunication can lead to a downfall, like dominos fall piece by piece unless someone among both parties picks it up—to be fix.

You tried on the red dress and red heels, and it accentuated the dark color of your long and fresh locks along with your eyes, looking like a proper young lady.

As you went out, the lights are off. Quickly, you shut the lights off as well after taking off of your heels. Slowing opening the bathroom, you looked to see who it was. You couldn’t make someone’s face, especially with a large hoodie on. A tall figure walked towards at the opposite direction and you shut the door quick but quiet. You rely on the shadow behind the door gap at the bottom.

You waited for more than a minute, after the time passed, you shoved the heels back into the shopping bag and went outside, taking the belongings with you. Good thing you brought your backpack with you. Otherwise, someone in the apartment will suspect something wrong.

Though you couldn’t help but to follow where the figure went. So you checked the doors. One is Rindou’s room, and the other side of the hall must’ve been the guest. As you approached closer, your heart went fast. But your hand twisted the door handle and entered. Under the ambient lamp light, you couldn’t see who the guest was, but in a minute, your eyes could percept the line. Until it hits you.

This wasn’t the guest. It was Ran, who was sleeping, sprawled onto a king size bed. His room was slightly cold, yet a bit messy. Full of porn magazines and adult films. And the laptop rested beside him.

Approaching, you try to wake him and reached for the laptop. The screen turned out to be you and him together. Seeing him up close struck you speechless. Though speechless, your heart is still alive, alive with adoration. Even he isn’t wearing a two-braided hair, with his loose lengthy hair spread across the pillows astonished you. His hair framed his face perfectly.

Nearly gasping, Ran’s body turned away from you. Your body ached for his touch. And so, you climbed onto the empty side of the bed with caution and wrapped your arms around him, still wearing the black dress and bold makeup. You didn’t care, you wanted his warmth even into the blankets you tucked yourself in.

I’m here, Ran.

I’m here.

•••••

Another day came, the sunrise glowed and basked against the walls, Ran’s eyes stirred awake. Groaning, he shifted his body for a droning and dreary day. When his arms shifted, he felt something grasped him.

Without screaming, Ran turned around and saw none other than you.

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One gift, Two Gift, My Gift, Whose Gift? ⨳ Draken, Ran & Rindou

No matter how many men he lets into your life, you know you're Draken's forever. Hopefully.

notes: for @knchins ! Hi hi, I'm your secret santa! I really hope you like it and I hope all my vague ass asks were worth it hehe, I did my best to make it something you'd enjoy. Of course extra special thanks to @dark-mnjiro I know we were supposed to be completely anonymous, but when she told me you and her were close I couldn't help myself. It's my first time writing a gn reader so if I Madd any mistakes I'm so sorry! I reread it as many times as I could to make sure<3

Event: @mekiza 's secret santa exchange <3

warnings: fem-bodied, reader is referred to as "baby" and "princess", gn pronouns, stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, implied behavioral training, multiple creampies, non/consensual cucking, pregnancy, very brief knife play, multiple partners/partner sharing, cockwarming, aftercare and comfort

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult and dark content and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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“Do you need any help?”

Your soft question raises tentatively above the volume of the tv as you watch your partner unroll more of the string lights before tapping another nail into one of the many wall studs that he marked out earlier this morning. He’s putting them up at your request, just like he did last year and you think the year before that. It’s the little things like this that he always says yes to.

Making a night about cocoa and cuddles, buying that blanket you saw on tv, putting up fairy lights all across your room, just one more kiss. That’s where you’ve found your happiness. Draken can’t deny you the little things.

“No, princess. I got this. Just sit back and look pretty for me, okay?” He smiles down at you, the pale yellow light illuminating the winding serpent across the side of his head.

“Okay, Ken.”

You shift the blanket over your body, smoothing it out, content to watch him move the stool periodically as the lights begin to look more and more complete. Draken has always been so handsome, but there’s something about him lately that makes him seem more than that. Maybe it’s his natural hair color, or maybe it’s the fact that he smiles more now. It’s been a long time since he’s had to raise his voice at you, or worse, lower it. A warm smile crosses your lips, heat flowing into your cheeks as you think about the way he spoke to you last night as he lay between your legs. The way he talks to you when he makes love is your favorite, as if you could do no wrong. As if you’ve never done any wrong, even though you both know that’s not the case.

But you know better now, all thanks to him.

The doorbell rings, a quiet melody breaking across the serene of the apartment. Your head pops up in surprise, you didn’t think he was going out today. Or maybe someone is just visiting. Your lover pauses from where he’s raised the hammer to put the next nail up, an almost inaudible huff pushing through his lips at the interruption and starts to step down.

“Can I get the door, Ken?” It would be nice to help him, you can do this now without making him mad, but it’s always better to ask.

Draken pauses his descent from his perch, and looks at you, considering. “Sure, princess. Go see who it is first.”

Perking up happily, you carefully rise from the couch and flit out of your bedroom and through the quiet living room to the front door to peek through the door viewer. Stepping softly, you retreat from the door to poke your head back into the bedroom where Draken is waiting.

“It’s the Haitani’s, am I allowed to open the door?”

This time he sighs and sets his tools aside, but he still nods at you, so whatever is bothering him isn’t your fault. Permission acquired, you turn to the door, not hiding the sound of your steps now. The doorbell rings three times in quick, annoyed succession before you can reach it, and you undo the bolt, the latch and the door handle switch and pull the door open. You wonder if they’re your company for the day, or if they’re coming to see Draken. It’s not safe for you to be home alone.

"Took you long eno— oh hey, baby. Didn't see you there." Rindou's irritated expression slips into a smirk as you give him a shy smile, opening the door wider and inviting the two brothers in.

"Stop flirting, I'm freezing my ass off," Ran grumbles from behind him, shoving past Rindou and stepping across the doorway into the inviting warmth of your home.

"Just being friendly." Rindou winks at you and closes the door behind him.

"Yeah, yeah, be friendly where it's warm," Ran shrugs his coat off, revealing an expensive suit, and stoops to place a kiss on your cheek, one that you accept gracefully before taking his jacket to hang up.

The fabric is slightly damp, and you wonder if it snowed. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Maybe later, angel. Where's Draken?" Ran asks, head turning to peer around the dimly lit living area.

"My room."

Ran nods, pushing his hair back and disappearing down the hall. You're moving to follow when Rindou catches your hand, twining his fingers with yours to pull you back to him. He grins down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Nah, baby let 'em talk their business. You don't need to worry about that stuff."

"Oh, you're not just here to visit today?" You ask, surprised. Of all Draken's friends and colleagues, the two brothers are the ones to stop by for personal affairs most often.

"Mikey sent us today, but we don’t have to go back right away. Why, did you miss us?" Rindou grins, his fingers inching dangerously close to the top edge of your sleep shorts.

"It's always nice to see you, Rin," you answer softly, shifting your feet self-consciously when his smirk widens.

Content for the moment to tease, he lets you squirm out of his grasp. "I'll take that drink, baby."

Nodding, you turn to the kitchen and pull down enough glasses for the three of them, and the crystal decanter from the cabinet, transporting them to the living room.

Despite requesting the drink, once you set the tray on the coffee table, Rindou pulls you into his lap, ignoring it altogether. His clothes and body are cold from outside, and you can’t help the mewl of discomfort at the frigid touch to your bare legs. His arms slip around your waist, pulling your back snug to his chest, and your arms flash down to keep him from pulling too tightly.

“You gonna keep me warm?” You shiver, his breath hot on your neck before he presses his lips to your thrumming pulse.

“W-wait, s’posed to—”

“I’ll take the heat, baby, just c’mere already. Fuckin’ missed you,” Rindou groans, his pink flushed fingers like ice under your chin as he turns your head back to him, capturing your lips before you can protest further.

Last year, something so spontaneous would have terrified you, but you find yourself, albeit reluctantly, melting into Rindou’s touch, letting yourself moan softly as he takes your lower lip between his teeth.

“There you go,” he coos, palming your breast over your sweater, his head tipping back with a low groan as you wiggle your hips over his growing erection. “Fuck, baby. You miss me that much? You know you can call me when you need me, right?”

You peer back at him over your shoulder with a pout until he grumbles under his breath and tugs you into another kiss, more impatient this time, slick tongue coaxing your mouth to open and let him in.

He knows very well you could never do that. It’s a balance, keeping Rindou happy without being partial. Draken gets jealous, petty even, if you show anyone else too much favor. It was a confusing point for you when you first got together, that if it upset him so much he shouldn’t share you like he does, but now you know that you just hadn’t understood what it meant for him. And now you do, so you play along even if you only want to be his. Now you know how to keep everyone happy, mostly.

Rindou breaks the kiss by pulling your hair at the base of your neck, forcing your head back. You whine your displeasure at the interruption, but he hushes you, lips attacking your throat, nipping and sucking until your whine changes pitch and your throat is hot and stinging, no doubt wreathed in blooming red and purple.

“You know you’re suppos’ta ask, don’t you?” You stiffen as Draken’s voice rumbles across the living room.

Rindou releases your neck with a wet suck. “Yeah, yeah. They know. Tried real hard to stop me, didn’t you baby?” He pinches your clothed tits, forcing your back into an arch as you whine your assent, turning teary eyes on Draken. He looks annoyed, but his dark eyes are pinned on male beneath you.

Ran edges into your peripheral, taking your hand and pulling you safely from his little brother’s lap, dropping his suit jacket over the back of one of the couches. Then and only then does Draken pace forward and swat the back of the younger Haitani’s head. Rindou winces, but looks no less pleased with himself, rubbing a hand over the front of his pants. “C’mon can you blame me? Look at them, how was I supposed to resist?”

You had your head buried in Ran's chest, drinking in the scent from his pressed shirt as he held you, but you peek over your shoulder to see Draken rolling his eyes at Rindou's comment.

"Aren't you cold?" Ran questions, his hands dropping from your ass to toy with the exposed skin at the back of your thighs.

You shake your head. "I had a blanket, it's in my room."

"Don’t see it now… Draken won't mind if we keep you warm then?" Ran turns violet eyes on his friend, and you remain silent.

Draken looks a little annoyed at the question, which is unlike him but you understand. Things are a little different now, and you’re both still feeling it out.

“Oh, c'mon. I know you’ve been touchy lately but it's the giving season isn't it? And we want our favorite toy, our perfect little angel." Ran’s purr is wicked, his fingers squeezing your ass and sending a shiver of warmth up your spine as he snaps at the waistband of your shorts. His words are hushed, right by your ear even as Ran maintains an unwavering stare with your lover. “You know they’ve been missing us too, just too sweet to say it to you.”

You shake your head quickly, before freezing with a moan, as Ran chuckles, his hand slipping into your waistband to cup your pussy, no undergarments to slow his advances. He slides a finger through your folds, finding you already wet from his brother’s toying. “Yeah, there you are.”

Draken sighs and sits down on the opposite couch, one cushion away from Rindou, his eyes stormy, but drawn to the way you tremble under his friend’s touch, clocking the way your breath quickens. “Fine, but make it quick. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Ran doesn’t argue, pulling you into his lap as he sits on the opposite couch. His hand slips under your sweater, fingers trailing up your spine as he coaxes you into a kiss that quickly becomes heated. He doesn’t have time to draw it out today.

Rindou makes a noise of disappointment, but surprisingly doesn’t protest, heaving himself off his couch to slide up behind you. You can feel his arousal against your back, and if your pulse hadn’t already been roaring, it would be now, with one of them behind you and your eyes on Ran. The elder brother lets you go and is pulling back to unbutton his dress shirt when Rindou reclaims your attention, your breath hitching as you feel the sharp point of something under your chin, forcing it up. He looks to Draken, grinning. “There enough time for me to play today?”

Draken pauses for a nail-biting length of time. You want to watch him while he thinks, but Ran has other ideas, taking your hands and encouraging you to run your nails down his chest.

Then you hear him. “Superficial, and leave their stomach alone.”

You feel Rindou crystalize behind you; that’s far from the answer he’s used to receiving. “Why?” he asks, petulance shadowing along with the more overt curiosity.

Ran had stilled beneath you as well, but his mind moves faster and he pulls up your sweater. It’s not obvious right now unless someone knows what they’re looking for, but Ran’s keen eyes take in the slight swell of your stomach. A strangely possessive look enters his eyes and he doesn’t ask, but you don’t have the right to deny him as he places both palms over your stomach, cradling your tiny bump.

Draken shifts behind you, and you, ever conscious of him, glance his way. It’s been so long since you’ve seen that expression on his face, that even if it’s not directed at you, you can’t help the instinctual flutter of fear at the sight of it. Now you’re more certain than ever that you have to be good tonight. He’s been far more possessive of you since the pregnancy was discovered, closer to what you expected him to be like when you first got together. But he still won’t deny them this. Anything that might upset these two will definitely set him off, and you don’t want him angry with you. You much prefer when he’s sweet with you, you get sad when he ignores you. And your emotions are more easily thrown lately.

Rindou takes a single moment to lock eyes with Draken before nodding his assent. The thin edge of the blade trails down your throat, forcing a swallow out of you before you hear something clatter to the coffee table behind you. Surprise tingles across your flesh when you realize he’s dropped the knife, his hands working to tug your sweater over your head. Once the soft fabric is free of your body, his fingers curl around your neck, turning your head up to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss, barely giving you a second to get used to it before he’s prying open your lips and delving his tongue into your mouth.

You whine into Rindou’s mouth as his brother makes quick work of your bra, slender fingers squeezing at the exposed flesh.

“They’re bigger,” Ran comments casually before sitting up to drag his tongue between the valley of your breasts, teasing at your nipples with light tugs. “More sensitive now, I bet?”

Your nails are all but digging into Ran’s chest from all the stimulation, because of course they are. They’re sore all the time, and his touch is so gentle right now, setting all your nerves alight.

"Are they—"

"Not yet, dumbass. 'S way too early for that," Ran cuts off his brother, shifting to undo his belt, catching wind of the impatient look on Draken's face. He pulls his cock free, and the pair of them help you reposition to slide your shorts off, settling your back to Ran's chest.

A low cry gets caught in your throat as he pushes in, the pink head splitting your walls as he eases in. The stretch is immediate, quickly followed by a slight burn.

"Sorry angel, not how I would've done it. But you can take it, just relax for me." Ran coos soothingly, one hand coaxing you to relax deeper into his chest, the other gesturing to Rindou.

Taking the hint, Rindou halts in fisting his own cock, quick to start rubbing on your clit, guiding your hand to take up his abandoned task. He moans at your touch, your fingers curling around his shaft as he leans down to kiss you.

Through the fog of pleasure you remember to stroke him quickly, squeezing at the top the way you know riles him up and it's barely minutes before he's growling into your mouth, his touch getting sharper and faster on your throbbing clit until you're keening back, thighs shaking as you try to sit still for Ran, who's lazily thrusting into your soaking heat, his eyes locked on the way you're pleasing his brother.

"Fuck," Rindou hisses as your spare hand cups his balls, rolling them between your fingers as the begin to pull taut. He bats the silvery strand caught between your lips and pushes his fingers into your mouth, his head dropping back as you suckle obediently, flicking your tongue between his fingers teasingly. "Ran—"

Ran pulls out immediately, leaving you to whimper at the empty feeling, only for Rindou to put one knee between his brother's legs and shift your hips at a higher angle to slide into your dripping cunt with a ragged curse.

His hips jerk unevenly as Rindou thrusts into you, biting back moans as the velvety tightness clamping around his cock, and you give a wordless cry and Ran starts teasing your aching tits with his fingertips again. You can feel his sticky length twitch against the small of your back, his voice low in your ear as his brother fucks you for his own pleasure, his moans getting louder, faster, as he reaches his peak.

"I know it's not enough, but it still feels good, doesn't it? He's a little selfish, but I know you think it looks good on him. You like it when he's lost in you," Ran purrs devilishly, and you gasp, his words twisting something hot in your core, threatening to unravel you right there. Your hips jerk, and Rindou whines as your pussy ripples around him. Ran's voice gets soft, hiding the sharp edge that you know is still there no matter how sweetly he talks. "Nuh uh, don't you dare angel. You're saving that for me right?"

"Yes," you mewl, squirming helplessly as you try not to come. Your thighs are shaking dangerously from the position, legs still spread wide over Ran's thighs. "Won't, I won't. Please, ngh Rin, 'm gonna—"

Rindou groans loudly as his name leaves your mouth in a hiccupped sob, the broken plea enough to send him rocketing into his orgasm, shoving himself deep one more time, flooding your cunt with several thick ropes of cum.

He pulls out, the last of his seed sticking into a mess on your tummy as it twitches against your skin. Rindou sags against you for a moment before Draken grumbles about the pressure on your stomach, and he immediately heaves himself off, sprawling on the couch to your left, brown eyes hazy.

"Up for me angel, turn around."

With Ran's help, he gets you turned around in his lap and sunk down on his cock with a relieved moan, your hips rolling without permission to reignite the fading sparks in your core before they die out. It's wet and sloppy, the sounds of his length thrusting in and out loud with yours and Rin's combined slick and cum.

"So messy, feels s'good," Ran grunts, hands on your hips to help guide your fervent bouncing. His eyes keep flickering from your tits, lingering heavily on your little bump. "Perfect pussy, you gonna make me come? Fuck me, angel, make yourself come on my cock. Let me feel it."

"'M trying, 'm trying. Wanna come," you moan, hips circling, desperately trying to snap the coil that's wound itself so tight you feel like the snap might break you. "Please, help me come. R-ran…" Your pleading trails off with a low keen when he does nothing but watch you with heavy-lidded lust and you know you've gotta do it without him. You're right there. You just need a little more. You just need—

A hand pries one of yours from its death grip on Ran's shoulder, and you look up with teary eyes to see Draken standing behind the second couch, crouching to your eye level as he twines his fingers with yours.

"Princess." It's the soft encouragement in his tone, that has you spiraling over the edge, your jaw going slack, vision going white. Pleasure sings in your veins as you clutch tighter at Draken's hand, only vaguely aware of Ran's string of curses as he grinds into your spasming walls, finding his end in the rippling vice of your pussy.

"There you go," Draken murmurs, fingers soothing your scalp with light scratches as you come down. He walks around the edge of the couch and helps you to your feet, your legs leaden and shaky from all the exertion. You cling to him for support, shaking your head when he tries to lower you to the clean couch.

"No?"

"'M dirty, that isn't."

Draken scoffs in amusement. "So?" You pout and he sighs in defeat. "Shower? Do you want me to carry you?"

You shake your head, glancing at the brothers shyly. "Just don't be long."

"'Kay, baby." He places a kiss on your forehead, and you smile at him before going to your bedroom to find a towel for the obscene mess between your thighs.

Rindou plies Draken with questions the moment you leave the room.

“How long has it been?”

“Doc thinks it’s about 18 weeks.”

“Do you know what it is yet?”

“We’ve got a home visit coming up soon. Doc’s schedule isn’t open til after the holidays, we’ll find out then.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Rindou demands, the tone of his voice hard to read. When Draken doesn’t answer, he asks the one thing that he most wants to know. “So whose is it? The baby.”

“Mine,” Draken grunts, sipping from his glass, eyes flicking to the hall as the shower starts, the sound of water hitting tile clear in the beat of silence that follows his response.

Then Rindou finally looks around for his shirt, swiping it from off the floor where it landed, and recovers. “Yeah, yeah, you fuck ‘em the most. But are you sure? Did you run a test? It’s not like we’re the only ones who fuck them. Could be Sanzu’s, Koko’s, even Mik—” Draken kisses his teeth in irritation, and Rindou shrugs, backing off. Ran looks to Draken at the question, his silence indicating that he’s also waiting on the answer.

“Whoever’s fault it is, it’s mine.” Draken says calmly and clearly, making it clear that he’s not expanding on the subject anymore.

“Congrats,” Ran mumbles, sharing an unseen loaded look with his brother when Draken glances down the hall again. “We’ll see ourselves out, go help them.”

The brothers make themselves presentable as Draken disappears down the hall with a nod of thanks.

“His temper lately makes sense now,” Ran comments once he's farther away, tucking himself away and tugging the zipper of his pants.

Rindou mutters under his breath. “Think we can tell the others?”

“Nah,” Ran hums, a grin curling his lips. “Think we’d be able to come over as much if everyone knew? They’re all gonna want to see ‘em more once they find out. Let them wait a bit more.”

An understanding gleam enters Rindou’s eyes, and he nods silently, shrugging into his coat.

“Besides, I’m more interested in seeing how this affects the deal Draken made,” Ran adds, pulling open the front door, a gust of snow billowing through the warm living room before he closes it behind them. “A baby changes everything. You know he won’t let it slide, whose the kid is.”

"You think Mikey'd take them back? If it's not Draken's?"

Ran pauses for a moment, considering. His violet eyes turn skyward, watching the snow begin to clump thicker in the air. Eventually he shrugs. "I dunno. But it's not something I'd bet big against. They're both possessive assholes, not that I blame them all things considered."

Rindou chuckles. "I wonder how hard they'd even fight it. It's clear they love Draken, but that submission… it's worked out well for everyone. Maybe we'll get them back. Koko would be thrilled, that's for sure."

That earns a noncommittal hum from his brother, but garners no response.

"Fuck it's cold," Rindou grumbles finally, shoving his hands in his pockets as the snow collects in his hair. He sends one last longing glance at the door behind him. "Call a fucking cab next time.”

Draken silently steps away from the front door, padding down the hall and slipping into the bathroom.

“Princess, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” The shower curtain rattles as you pull back the colored fabric to peek out at him, steam billowing out of the gap. “Are you coming in?”

“Do you want me to?”

You take the barest of seconds to glance at him, taking in the fond curve of his lips, shadowed by the slight hunch of his eyebrows, and are quick to answer. If you do it right, you can always wipe away any budding insecurity the brother’s might have planted when you left the room. Those two do that often enough that you’re used to it, used to the way they get under Draken’s skin. He told you that a long time ago they didn’t used to be friends, but that was before Mikey brought them all together. Sometimes you think you see tiny hints of their old animosity, but it’s always gone so quickly that you’re never sure until you’re mulling it over later in the night.

“Of course, Ken. I need your help.”

You grin as Draken immediately pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the detailed twin dragons on his chest, your eyes lingering on the one that rests between his pectorals, set in the gap of serpents’ opposing maws. The one each of his friends seem to have somewhere. He’d gotten it not long after you’d moved in, and you remembered the tense moments where you’d catch him glaring at it in his own reflection. But his eyes would always soften if he caught you looking. Despite how he does everything he can to baby you, you know better. You know what he does to be able to take care of you, what’s expected of him. It would take a lot more than endless soft words and pampering to go unaware of the plain package parcels that go through your home, to cover the smell of blood.

His pants are crumpled to the bathroom floor moments later, and then he’s joining you in the steamy water. “What d'you need, baby?”

“Help me get it out?” Draken’s eyes spark with fire as you slide wet fingers down his arm and pull his hand between your thighs.

A low groan spills from his throat as his fingers slide through your folds, slipping through the leftover cum that still stained the walls of your pussy. He leans closer and presses a hot kiss to your cheek. You can feel the temperature of his lips more distinctively than the water beating down on your back. “You really want it out?”

“Want yours, Ken. Not theirs. Get it out,” you whine at the end, pressing your forehead to his chest as he plunges his fingers into your cunt, still so sensitive from the brothers’ assault. “Ah!”

“Shh, I got you.” Draken’s voice is a little deeper now, desire laden, as he murmurs soft encouragements, his fingers twisting and grazing against that spot in you that has you gripping his forearm helplessly, leaning against the tile to keep from falling. He knows you better now to know you’re not trying to stop him, simply a kneejerk reaction to the pleasure. He pulls his fingers out, grasping your waist to steady you instead, his eyes staring intently at your little bump. “Careful, baby. Turn around.”

Breathlessly, you comply, putting your palms flat to the tile and moaning when he presses on the small of your back, having you push your hips out just a little. “Good?” He rumbles. You hear him unhook the showerhead and tell him yes, blood hot with anticipation.

Your squeal bounces off the walls of the bathroom when he presses the jet of water to your slit, the heat and the pressure enough to make your knees weak.

Draken hums, keeping your steady with a hand on your hip, pressing more firmly and shifting the stream lower, away from your clit. Your mewls are softer now, just like the pleasure, tilting your hips down against the water; it still feels good, heightened by your lover’s touch, knowing his gaze is locked on you.

After a couple minutes, he notices you begin to shiver, your skin rising with goosebumps, wet and no longer under the full warmth of the showerhead. He reclips it and turns you back to face him. There’s no complaint from you when he captures your lips in a kiss, his fingers slipping into the warmth of your pussy, immediately angling at the soft lining of your outer wall, working you towards a quick release with a touch that betrays just how well he knows your body.

His breath is labored against your neck where he buries his head, lips pressing to your collarbone intermittently, occasional grazes of his teeth. Your hips jerk into his efforts as his thumb presses on your throbbing clit, almost keening at how sensitive it is, so close to flying over the edge.

“Let go for me, I need you baby. Go on,” Draken rumbles, voice tight, but you’re coming before he’s even finished speaking, the knowledge, no, the admittance—that this man needs you, causes bliss to light up every circuit you possess. His fingers continue to crook at your walls, guiding you through a pleasure you’d never have dreamed of before him.

“One more? You got one more for me, right?” His groan is ragged as he hooks one of your thighs under his arm, leaving you on one leg but keeping you steady as he sinks into you, his cock pulsing as your slick walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You don’t even care that your body is thrumming and oversensitive, the desire to be as close to him as possible, to feel him consume you, is everything. Draken knows what’s best for you, always has.

His pace is slow, measured, but you can tell he’s as desperate as you are, his lips on yours, on your cheeks, your throat, kissing your eyelids every time they close, the water cascading around you, all but forgotten as your bodies move as one. It’s not about pleasure, it’s about being together, the joy of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Draken moans, water dripping down his neck and shoulders. “So perfect. Every day, so good for me.”

“I need it, Ken,” you gasp, clawing at his back, desperation making your voice hoarse. “Please, please.”

Draken hisses as your nails drag red lines into his skin, but his eyes lose none of their intensity as he presses his forehead to yours. “Come with me—” your name tears from his lips in a low whine as pleasure unravels in his gut like a snapped coil, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you with a ragged groan, but he doesn’t stop, fucking it deeper. “Come for me, come, f-fuck—”

His chant doesn’t stop, and you watch his face contort as he continues to come, bliss easing his features and making him look softer, and Draken’s never looked more beautiful. You follow after him with a low cry, clutching him tight as the pleasure waterfalls through your body, leaving you breathless and unsteady, never happier.

“Love you, Ken.”

Draken smiles, peppering your throat with kisses and wrinkling his nose at the now even more prominent hickies Rindou left behind. "Let's go lay down, you've gotta be tired after all that."

Smiling and nodding, you turn off the shower, loosing happy sighs as Draken insists on toweling you dry, soothing aching muscles, and spending a euphoric amount of time eye level with your belly, his eyes closed and cheek resting against it, as if he could hear your baby if he tried hard enough.

But eventually he bundles you into the bedroom, helping you into some warm pajamas and turning the lights off and tv on. The fairy lights left the room with a soft glow, aided by the silver light of the tv, featuring some holiday special that tickles a memory from a different time.

After a few minutes you hear him mumble something about "closer" right before he lowers your pj's and you feel his cock pressing on your entrance. You hum, too comfortable to protest. With his arms around you, palming your stomach, tucked deep under the duvet, you feel warm and safe and moments from sleep with his cock pressed deep inside you.

Draken’s voice is a little hoarse, enough to bring you out of your drowsing with a pang of concern, but it strengthens with each syllable. “What do you think about moving somewhere else? What if we just disappeared, you and me?”

“Where would we go? What about your friends?” It's hard to imagine, you can hardly remember what it's like to leave the house, let alone leave the city you grew up in.

“We could go lots of places, travel the world even.” You notice he doesn’t answer your second question, but you figure that it’s not important enough to answer.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, Ken.” You whisper, and you know it’s true. Despite everything it took to bring you both together, you know you’d do anything for him. Anything for his child, your child. “As long as we stay together.”

“Then we’ll go,” Draken murmurs, holding you closer as you begin to drift to sleep, exhausted and content. “Just our family.”

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Summer Festivals

A one shot ft the Haitani Brothers! They've been on my mind lately, I seriously cannot get them out of my head. Ran x Reader x Rindou - all characters are aged up! MDNI - NO MINORS PLEASE!

Warnings: threesome, alcohol, double penetration, alcohol, slight dubcon, semi public, fingering, m!oral, sex with strangers.

Summer festivals were your favorite, whether they were just food related, art related or music related - it was always fun. This particular summer had a special international food event that had you salivating at the thought. As you prepared your backpack with the essentials, tummy and headache relief pills, water, napkins, cash and charger - you realized that you were missing one major thing, sunscreen.

You headed out to the konbini, and as you were looking through the aisle for sunscreen - you felt someone bump into you. Turning around to see the person who didn’t even bother to apologize, you noticed it was a tall male with long black hair, some of the sections were bleached and he had a slender frame. “...excuse you.” You mumbled under your breath, the male stopped in his tracks and turned around, his eyes were beautiful. “What was that?” His tone was low yet coy. The smirk on his face made his handsome features look so devilish, you were so distracted that you failed to notice the second person standing next to him. “What?” The second male with glasses said, he had blonde hair with blue streaks, you could tell the sides of his head were shaved. He too had beautiful lilac eyes that burned holes into you. You were caught staring a little too long. “I said, excuse you…” Your tone was curt, making them glance at each other as you turned around.

“Excuse me…” The man with the long dark hair said right in your ear, it sent shivers down your spine. Turning to whisper in his ear you replied - “You don’t scare me.” The second male was now in your other ear, “Oh…We don’t? ‘Might have to change that…” They had you caged in the aisle, and were eying you up and down. “Is everything ok, miss?” An employee asked as they saw you come in alone and were making sure that these men weren’t harassing you. “She’s fine, we’re making plans for tonight, isn’t that right, gorgeous?” You looked over at the employee and smiled while nodding at them. The last thing you wanted was to miss out on the festival because you had to wait on the cops.

“So…shopping for some intimate things I see…” The one with the long dark hair stated, it made you turn around to look at the shelf - you were in the personal care aisle. Next to the sunscreen section was the sexual awareness section. He was smirking at the look on your face, you blushed when you realized that he was referring to the box of condoms. “Personally, we like these…” The one with the glasses said as he reached for the box and placed it in your hands. “O-oh my god, n-no, I was looking at the sunscreen.” You were flustered and stuttered, if this was their way of flirting, it was working. The box was an XL size and felt heavy. Their snicker made you jump and the box fumbled - you were quick to place it back on the shelf and grab the sunscreen, walking away from them. As you walked away, you retorted, “I don’t like men who exaggerate about their sizes, y'know.” Your tone was coy but smug - as if you were calling them out. “Wanna find out?” One of them said as you waved your hand goodbye. The nerve of those two…they are cute though. You think to yourself as you head to the checkout counter. Your face was burning from the heat that lingered on your cheeks.

Finally, after getting through traffic and thick crowds - you made it to the festival and everything smelled delicious. You could feel yourself salivating as you saw the number of people with different kinds of foods in their hands. Each booth had a different style and flavor, they were serving small portions so that the attendees wouldn't get full too fast and end up missing out on the rest of the food. Certain booths had longer lines due to the popularity of the type of food being served. Throughout the festival you were taking pictures of almost everything that tasted like heaven, when you were catching a break you started to look through the photos and posted them to your social media. It was nothing serious, but you enjoyed sharing the random little things in life that bring you joy.

As the night was winding down, you went to one of the dessert booths - this particular booth was popular in Roppongi for their creative style and delicious taste. While waiting in line, you felt someone bump into you and you turned around to face a familiar pair of lilac eyes. “You two, again?” “Ohh if it isn't miss…?” The one with the glasses said leaning in to cup your chin. His touch felt like fire on your skin. You weren't sure if it was the heat or something else that was making your body react this way. “Next? What can we get you three today?” The booth attendant asked you, thinking that you three were ordering together. “Oh, we're no-” You were cut off by one of them ordering. “We'll have two strawberry crepes with the vanilla ice-cream. How 'bout you, beautiful?” Butterflies began to run rampant in your stomach at him calling you beautiful. “...I’ll um, have the same.” You said meekly and turned away from them. “That will be x yen, thank you!” You pulled your wallet out and paid for all 3 crepes. You didn’t want to feel like you owed them anything. “They will be ready in a few minutes, please wait at the end of the counter.” The attendant pointed to your right hand side and you moved leaving the other two behind. “So...what are you doing after this?” The voice of the man with the glasses soon rang in your ears. It was one thing to flirt but it was another to disturb your love affair with your crepes. You bit your lower lip and they chuckled at your reaction. “I’m Ran, this is my brother Rindou...you are?” The one with the long dark hair asked you, his lavender orbs trailed over your body, admiring your curves and how well the clothes molded onto your body.

“I’m late to go home...” you retorted and proceeded to leave the booth. This earned you a low whistle from Rindou. “I think I’m in love.” he teasingly states as he watches you leave. The skirt you were wearing was swaying with your hips and he could catch a glimpse of your thighs. He wondered how it would feel to squeeze them. “Three strawberry crepes with vanilla ice cream?” Ran picked up the order and followed you. “Hey gorgeous, you forgot your dessert.” He said as he caught up to you and put the crepe right in your face, almost smashing it against you. He managed to get a bit of whipped cream on your cheek when you tried to turn away. “Oh for fuck sake.” Rindou’s hand grabbed your chin and made you face the opposite direction. “What the hell are you…?” Your words trailed off when he licked the whipped cream off your cheek. Your core began to throb and your heart skipped a beat. Why was this exciting you? What the hell was wrong with you? The blush creeped on your cheeks and your flustered state was making them smirk and chuckle. Ran placed the crepe in your hand and licked the ice cream while keeping eye contact with you. A small whimper escaped your lips. He heard it and leaned in to lick your lips, “I wonder if you taste this sweet too...” Your lip began to quiver and you felt entranced by his scent, his eyes and his touch. “Alright miss ‘late to go home’, wanna join us?” Rindou asks as he wraps his arm around your waist from behind. You squeaked as it caught you by surprise.

You were never one to get caught up so quickly, but there was something about these two that just made you melt. “Only if you keep your hands to yourselves.” Your response made them smirk. “I’m (Y/N).” “Hmm, she has a name...” Ran says while standing up straight. They motioned for you to come and sit with them on a bench. They sat down on each end, leaving the middle open for you - that was a little awkward for you. “Do I have to sit in the middle?” “Come on (Y/N), we don’t bite...” Rindou said as he patted the bench seat. You rolled your eyes and huffed, placing yourself between them and sat at the edge of the bench. A finger trailed from your neck to your lower back making you gasp. “Can you make those noises for us later on tonight?” Ran asked while trailing his hand up and down your back. “C-Can you not?” God you were such a mess. “What’s wrong? Don’t like how it feels?” He asked, giving you a pout. Now he was just being cruel. You didn’t even know them but they were touching all the right spots as if they knew you. “I know I’m gonna regret this later but I don’t have anything planned tonight, so I guess I can stay out a little longer.” You huffed and ate your crepe. A low chuckle could be heard from Ran, he was eyeing how your lips moved and began thinking what it would feel like to have them wrapped around him and his length.

“Wanna go for a drink after this?” Rindou said as he traced circles on your thigh with his left hand - you tried swatting it away but Ran then began to do the same on your other thigh. Your other hand was preoccupied and could only try to swat them away one at a time, it was giving you goosebumps. “S-Stop! It tickles.” Your giggle made them swoon, who knew it was this easy to keep you entertained and also how did you not slap them across the face already. You were enjoying this just as much as they were. “So gorgeous, what do you say?” Ran asked while inching closer to your ear, you could feel his breath fan the shell of your ear. It made you back away and into Rindou as he was inching closer to you as well. “I can’t say no, can’t I?” “She’s a fast learner.” Rindou says as he scoots his body closer to yours, they are caging you between them again. The heat started to rush down to your core, the way you unconsciously began to rub your thighs elicited a small groan from Ran.

After finally accepting their offer to hit Roppongi up (you wanted to stay local to the festival area), you three made it to a bar and the people there bowed to the brothers. It was surreal, who were they and why were these people bowing? They couldn’t be any more than 1 year or 2 older than you. The owner came out to greet the brothers, personally seating them at one of the nicer looking U-shaped booths. They allowed you to take a seat first - making you end up in the middle as they sat on the ends of the booth. One of the waitresses brought drinks over - they already knew what to bring to the table as soon as the brothers walked in. “Do you guys own the place?” You ask innocently, you weren’t used to this much attention nor treatment. They chuckled and glanced at each other, “You can say we own Roppongi.” Ran said while leaning back and taking a sip. Now you knew for sure they were bullshitting. Your laugh made them stop and they glared at you. You immediately stopped and squirmed in your seat. “Oi!” Rindou called out to the owner, you could see the owner’s face flash a look of fear - they adjusted their tie and calmly walked over. “Y-Yes, what can I do for you Mr. Haitani?” The man’s hands were slightly trembling. “Tell everyone in this shithole that this girl belongs to us, if anyone even looks at her, they’ll regret it.” Was he for real? “Wait a minute, I don’t belong to anyone!” You protested but the owner nodded and walked away. Within a few seconds, the music stopped and an announcement was made. “May I have everyone’s attention please? The young lady in table 8 belongs to the Haitani brothers. Please refrain from ogling the misses.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor, you began to notice that everyone turned away and even moved their chairs so that they wouldn’t face your direction. Even the much older men in the bar followed suit. “There, anything else you wanna find out about? Perhaps about the box you were too chicken shit to hold?” Ran’s low and coy tone had you covering your face. You were blushing, you didn’t like being the center of attention nor being claimed. “I think we broke her.” Rindou said teasingly as you kept your face covered. “Here, this will take the edge off…” Ran said. They didn’t even bother asking you what you wanted to drink, they just placed the glass in your hands and you stupidly drank. The way you wrinkled your nose to the bitter taste has them grinning from ear to ear. “What’s wrong (Y/N)? Too strong for ya?” Rindou asked while waving over the waitress for another round of drinks. “No, it’s just - this brings back memories of when I first got shit faced and blacked out in Roppongi.” Ran let out a laugh and questioned you on how it happened, or at least what you could remember. “An innocent thing like you getting piss drunk? I’m shocked!” The faux disappointed expression on his face had you fuming a little, why does everyone always assume that you’re an inexperienced good girl? Yeah, you kept a low profile but it didn’t mean you didn’t live a little. You began downing drinks to prepare yourself. When you explained to them what happened or at least what you could remember and what was told to you, they both stared at you wide eyed and their mouths agape.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked and nudged Ran’s shoulder, he covered his mouth and began to laugh, Rindou followed soon after and slammed his fist repeatedly on the table. They were laughing like a bunch of high schoolers. People were starting to stare and you heard the owner clear his throat in the distance, reminding everyone of his earlier announcement. “That was you?!” Wait, what? “You were that little happy chick who punched some dude for trying to ask you out?!” Rindou said between laughs, he was holding his stomach from how much it hurts from laughing. “Feisty little thing, aren’t ya?” Ran said while pulling out his phone. Oh no… He put the phone in front of your face and pushed play on the video. There you were, enjoying your time with your friends and by the way you were teetering, anyone could see you were drunk. However, your smile was cute and you looked so happy, it looked like they’ve been eyeing you for some time during that night. The audio was a little distorted due to the loud music in the background of the video. Soon some guy came into the frame and you could hear Ran snicker in the background, your face began to turn red with embarrassment as you knew what happened next. The guy placed his hand around your waist and whispered something in your ear. You politely shook your head no and pulled away from him, still sweetly smiling. However, the guy sntached your wrist and was met with a fist to the face.

You covered your face again, the embarrassment was too much. Soon you felt caged again between them. They enjoyed corning their prey. They inched closer and placed a hand on your inner thighs, making you gasp and grip their wrists - they did not budge. “You won’t punch us, will ya?” Rindou said as his hand inched higher. "We can't do that here! There's people everywhere!" You said almost in a whisper. Your face was dusted in pink, your breath hitched at their fingertips being cold and your lip began to quiver. "She says not here but she sounds like she wants it. Doesn’t it, little brother?" Ran's voice is heavy and makes your body heat up even more, though that's not exactly what you meant - your words gave away more to them than you thought. You were feeling light headed with the amount of anxiety, arousal, and alcohol in your system. They were toying with you. However, your thighs were slowly opening up for them, quivering as their hands were now completely under your skirt. You were beginning to pant and release your grip on their wrists, you screwed your eyes shut when you felt one of their fingers rub delicate circles over your clothed clit. The second hand was teasingly running long lines through your slick, it made your back arch and you began to sink into the leather seats. The table cloth was long enough to hide the actions that took place under the table. However, with the palpable look on your face - there was no denying that something else was going on.

“This wet already? We haven’t even started.” Ran’s devilish snicker made you whimper, his fingers were the ones playing with your slick. “Yeah? You’re wet just for us?” Rindou’s voice was now in your ear and his fingers dipped under the fabric and he could feel the slick pooling between your thighs. Your breathy tone was as sweet as honey and made them both shudder as they felt you clench around nothing. Ran’s finger plunged itself in your core, invading your delicate and warm walls - it made you throw your head back when he curled the digit to hit a sweet spot. “Ngh…wait, not here. P-Please.” You implored, but your request fell on deaf ears as a second digit was plunged into your core. Ran groaned at your tight walls clenching for him. “So tight -fuck.” You opened your eyes to meet Rindou’s orbs as he leaned in to place soft kisses on your plush lips and began to leave open mouthed kisses to your jawline and neck. The fire in your belly was getting harder to control when Rindou proceeded to put further pressure on your clit as he ran circles on it. You didn’t know what to even hold on to as your legs quivered from the familiar sensation building up. You hardly noticed the owner walking by and placing a pair of keys on the table. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You were so close when they both stopped and pulled their hands away. You whimpered, feeling so empty and on the edge of heaven. “Aww, don’t worry beautiful - we’ll pick up where we left off shortly.” Rindou says as he picks up the keys from the table and motions you to follow him. Completely forgetting where you were, you realized that people were staring in your direction and the whispers and snickers began. Walking past one of the tables, you overheard someone say, “The Haitani’s sure know how to pick them.” It made you feel ashamed for letting your desire get the better of you. Suddenly, the person who made that remark ended up kissing the table. Ran slammed the guy’s head into the table harshly and held it in place. “Anyone have anything else to say?” His tone was menacing and made your core throb. Everyone shook their heads no, they feared the elder Haitani but the moment they saw Rindou turn around - they began to panic and looked away. The younger one has a twisted liking to breaking people’s bones and hearing people scream in pain.

“Let’s go gorgeous…” Ran said as he lifted you, making your legs wrap around his waist. The glassy look in your eyes made him grin and grab a handful of your ass cheeks. “God, you’re so greedy.” Rindou said as he pouted at Ran’s actions. They lead you to an elevator, the moment the doors closed - Ran pinned you against the wall and began to devour your neck. You could feel him rutting his hips against you, it made your hips move with him - the friction was making you pant. Finally when you reached the 4th floor, the doors opened and Rindou stepped out, making his way to the end of the hall. Ran continued devouring your neck, marking you and making you whine at his teeth sinking into your flesh. When Rindou unlocked the door, he let Ran head in first - the way his eyes locked with yours made a shiver run down your spine. He could see the hazy expression on your face. You reach your hand over Ran’s shoulder to cup Rindou’s face and pull him in for a kiss. His lips curved into a smile right before they connected with yours.

What followed was you being thrown on the mattress - making you giggle at how your body bounced, the site in front of them was salacious. The way your shirt was disheveled and your skirt was hiked up, exposing your lacy panties had them palming themselves in front of you. You were feeling bold, so you decided to remove just your panties - keeping your skirt on and hiking it up higher. Your body moved higher on the bed and leaned against the headrest, dainty hands began to unbutton your shirt and show off your matching lace bra. They swallowed hard when you pulled the unlined cups down, exposing your breasts. You slowly spread your legs apart for them and your hand trailed down to begin running circles on your clit. They were getting a private show. With pupils blown, they started to take off their clothes and only stood in their boxers. The fire that flickered in your eyes grew brighter as your eyes raked over their skin and followed the lines of their tattoos.

Dipping two fingers in your core, you let out a filthy moan that made them bask before you. The sound of your juices grew louder when you began to pleasure yourself. “Naughty little thing aren’t you?” You moaned in response to Ran’s question. He was getting closer to your fluttering walls, he began to lean in when you stopped him by placing your foot to shoulder. “Nuh uh - you don’t get to have me yet…” Where the hell was this minx hiding this whole time? You went from shy and innocent (in their eyes) to filthy and coy. You were teasing them, keeping them on edge - they wanted nothing more than to have you screaming their names. To be fair, you did tell them no when they were toying with while at the bar, this was your petty revenge. When Ran backed away, you continued your motions - making them desperate. It didn’t last long though, Rindou snatched your ankle and dragged you down to him - he made you squeak in surprise. “Too bad, I’m not waiting…” He said as he pulled your digits out of your core and popped them in his mouth - swirling his tongue and licking them clean.

What followed was you being rolled over on your stomach and being put on your knees. The moment you looked up - you were met with the elder Haitani’s long and thick member. “Say ‘ah’.” You looked back at Rindou and noticed the filthy smile he had on his face. The tip of his cock was gliding between your folds, collecting the slick and he began prodding the tight ring of your back entrance. “W-Wait…what are you-” Your words were quickly cut off by Ran gripping your chin and making you face his direction. “He’ll be gentle…now, open that pretty little mouth of yours.” It was more of a demand than reassurance. Too engrossed in the fire that was running rampant, you complied and trusted him. You opened your mouth and wrapped your tongue around his member, licking and each drop - Ran groaned as your warmth took over. Within seconds his length was down your throat, the vibrations of your moans were sending electricity through his veins. Ran pulled your hair into a ponytail and controlled your movements.

The moment Rindou penetrated you, your nails dug into Ran’s hips - you were a drooling and moaning mess. “Fuck, she’s so tight…” He groaned as he bottomed out, you could feel every inch, every vein, every throb of his cock in your back walls that it was becoming harder to stay level headed. Tears rolled down your cheeks, Ran didn’t know if it was from you giving head or from receiving Rindou thick cock. Both Haitanis started to rock their hips at the same time - your eyes were rolling back as Rindou was hitting spots that made your legs tremble. “Oh? She likes that…” Ran says as he pulls your hair harder. It was making it harder for Rindou to steady his pace as your muscles kept clenching around his length. You felt your body begin to give into the fire, the more they thrusted, the louder your moans became. His hand gently pulled you away from his cock just enough where your tongue could freely roam his length. A smirk bled around your lips when you swirled your tongue on the underside of his tip - his hips stuttered and he let out the most innocent moan. Looks like he’s never had anyone tease him on this spot before. Before you knew it - Rindou’s hand reached between your legs to trace circles on your puffy clit, it made you release Ran’s member from your mouth as you began to moan uncontrollably. “Oh god! W-Wait!” You begged but he continued, you were now face down onto the sheets - bliss was drawing near.

The sensation that took over your body was paradise. Without even realizing it, you were grinding back into him, matching his pace as he drilled into you harder and faster. Ran felt a little left out as you were so preoccupied with Rindou, he reached over to Rindou and gripped his wrist - ultimately killing your bubbling orgasm. You whimpered at the loss of friction on your clit. “Don’t stop…please…” They both chuckled at you begging pathetically when just minutes ago you were telling Rindou to wait. “It’s no fun if I can’t get any attention, now is it? Huh gorgeous?” Ran said as he signaled Rindou to lay you down. He complied while still being buried inside you. Soon you were on your side with Ran in front of you, his lips crashed into yours and his arm hooked itself under your knee so that he could get into your honeypot. You had two cocks bullying your holes and you were about to lose yourself. “Pussy’s so tight…” Ran said as he had a hard time fitting himself inside you. His hips were now rocking back and forth, dragging his cock through your fluttering walls and making sure he leaves an imprint. He wanted you to remember him, to know that there will be no one else like him, no one else who can fill you up. They both were making damn sure that you would remember their names, their touch, their kisses and of course - their cocks. How could you ever forget them after this? From behind, you could hear Rindou reaching for something and Ran could only smirk at you.

Rindou reached between your thighs again and placed a small smooth object on your clit. You heard a ‘click’ and your body went into overdrive. He placed a bullet vibrator right on your clit and was using it to stimulate you even more. Ran was placing delicate kisses on your forehead as you gripped his bicep before you floated off into the abyss. Rindou followed his lead and placed kisses on your shoulder but decided to mark you with little nibbles here and there. Your legs were quivering as your coil snapped, making you come completely undone. Your moans were like heaven to them, they picked up the pace as you were riding out your orgasm - Rindou did not remove the bullet from its position. Your clit was sensitive with how much teasing was done throughout the day that it became overly sensitive. Both brothers could feel how you creamed around their cocks, how your honey dripped onto their cocks and it also threw them over the edge. Their hips stuttered as they filled you with their cum - you milk them dry as they painted your walls white. The room was filled with squelching noises, moans, pants, groans and everything in between. Rindou removed the bullet from your clit and turned it off - you three were left breathless. Both brothers pulled out at the same time, slowly as they wanted to see their handy work drip from you. Between breaths you spoke, “I don’t know if…I’ll be able to…walk home…” You chuckled at the end. This was a first for you, a new experience with people you just met. “Walk home?” Ran says as he tilts your chin up to face him. “You’re spending the night with us…we’re not done yet…” Rindou chimes in from behind you as he pulls a pair of handcuffs from under the pillow. Oh no…

End.

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♥ Chapter 3 || Testing the Toy Part 1

♥ Series Warnings: Dark Content; Non-Con; Dub-Con; Kidnapping; Slave Training; Sexual Content

♥ Chapter Warnings: smut; humiliation, blow job, forced orgasm, abuse

♥ wc: 3.9k

♥ a.n: I had intended for this chapter to cover the entire bonten trio but Sanzu and Rindou decided to kick Ran out to the next one. Sorry for the delay in posting!

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It was the other who caught her chin, violet eyes peering down into her icy-blue ones with such command. "You sucked a cock before?" He wasn't about to let her accidentally bite his dick cause she'd never used her mouth before. His thumb rubbed across her lips, beckoning her to answer.

"Yes." More times than she'd had intercourse, but still not a lot. Mio jerked when Sanzu's fingers swiped through her folds, circling her clit. They were moving so quickly it made her head spin.

"Stick your tongue out." Rindou rubbed his cock, waiting for her to do as he said. She was hesitant, but her mouth slowly widened, pink tongue hanging out like bitch in heat.

Being manhandled around was disorienting, having been drawn into Rindou's intense gaze, Mio's vision blurred when the second in command ripped her out of Ran's lap. She'd have fallen to the floor if Sanzu didn't have a hold of her waist. His lips were down turned, but not directed at her.

"I got it, no need to get so pissy about it," Ran said, hands up in surrender. He had no intention of fighting with Sanzu over who fucked her next. When his superior got this possessive, there was risk of gunfire and Ran wanted to be fully intact for tonight's event.

Sanzu huffed, sneering at the older Haitani but he caught her peeking up at him and his features melted into a charming smile. "Ahh, you're such a cutie that you make even those irritating Haitani brothers a forgone thought. I'm tingling all over."

"Unless you grew a second dick, I'm fucking her throat."

Her stomach churned as the discussion around her returned to the dirty way they wanted to use her. A quick glance around the room and she was convinced that she wouldn't survive so many men. How could they all want to violate her?

Sanzu was growing irritated again, but he supposed it didn't matter if it was her mouth. He desperately needed to feel the cunt of the prize he'd found and approved by Mikey. He guided the wobbly girl over to the side of the couch, pushing between her shoulder blades to make her bend. "Bend over the couch, cutie."

Not that he was giving her much of a choice. The arm of the couch cushioning her hips, lifting up her ass. Mio had to steady herself with the palm of her hand on the cushion between Ran's knees. "Ah!" She yelped when Sanzu's hand smacked against her ass.

Rindou's fingers entangled in her dark locks, forcing her head up. "If I have to tell you again, your first night at my place will be hell, slut." He was almost disappointed when she once again opened her mouth, tongue out like he'd instructed earlier. "Hmph. That's a basic command, bitch. Don't forget it again."

Her mouth ached just taking the tip of him. Mio gagged as he bullied into her throat. There was absolutely no way his whole length was going to fit.

"Useless, really." Rindou rolled his eyes, not impressed with how she performed. She was trying to breathe in between thrusts, alternating between her mouth and nose, never figuring out which worked better. Rindou pinched her nose closed. "You don't need to breathe. Suck my fucking cock or I'll let you suffocate."

It really wasn't her fault, Ran mused. A girl like her was used to slow intimate sex with a lover, all the gooey vanilla shit that wouldn't even really satisfy a horny teenage boy. He caught her wrist, stopping Mio from any attempt to push his little brother away. That would be difficult to reign in, even with Mikey's order. "Easy, lamb. There's no need to panic."

How could she not? Gagging around the thick cock in her mouth, unable to take any real breaths was terrifying. He was giving rough, short thrusts, hitting the back of her throat each time. Mio thought she was going to pass out, and the last thing that she would hear was the filthy gags from his torture.

But suddenly her mouth was empty, nose no longer being held closed, and Mio took in a ragged breath, coughing to clear her airway. With how dizzy her head was, she'd nearly forgotten about the other executive impatiently waiting, until he bullied his cock into her pussy in one hard push. Her body lurched forward, but Sanzu's fingers dug into the meat of her hips, drawing her back onto his dick.

"Mhm - yeah, one time would not have been enough," Sanzu mused, savoring the warm, wet cunt pulsing around him. He understood; understood why Mikey had approved of this one. Her body, her innocence - this perfectly tight pussy.

Mio was spinning out from his abrupt, rough thrusts. Comparing sizes was impossible, but Sanzu certainly had more length. She was weak, the fullness in her pussy almost unbearable. Probably because she was already so sensitive. Whatever the reason, it felt so good.

But she knew this was wrong, that what they were doing to you was nothing less than deplorable. The paradox enough to break her mind. Disgusting. What kind of woman enjoyed being sexually abused?

"Can it really be that good? She's shit with her mouth," Rindou said, staring down at the girl now stained with his cum from her face to her tits. It was a miracle he'd even gotten off, and it left him less than impressed with their new toy.

Sanzu wanted to stay right where he was forever, in the pussy that pleased Mikey. But, that wasn't fair to her. No, no, he had to give her a reward for being so good to Mikey. "Ahh~ cutie, I'm more than happy to fuck you so good. You don't have to squeeze me so hard." God fucking damn, if he were any less in control of himself, he'd have already cum.

The first few thrusts had been a facade. Mio was trying to stop her voice from escaping, the squelching of her pussy embarrassing enough. It wasn't right that he could make her feel this way. Sanzu was hitting a sensitive spot that she didn't even know existed, and it was incredibly humiliating.

Mio squeezed her eyes shut, making a poor attempt to shut down her brain that was being rattled each time Sanzu plunged his cock into her, his hips hitting her ass with how deep he hit. She wanted to disappear, at least into her own mind. Separate herself from the debaucherous act.

“It’s Mio, isn’t it?” Ran asked, waiting for her to peek up at him, her quivering lip tucked between her teeth to keep her mouth closed. How fucking innocent. She’d probably never had a good fuck in her life, and now it was being forced upon on her as a prelude to sexual slavery. It’s what made her so attractive to all of them, despite the men having quite different taste in women. “I’m sure you’re smart enough to understand that gaining our leader’s approval is rare.”

She had no idea where he was going with this. He spoke with a tone so casual that it certainly didn’t match that she was bent over the arm of the couch being pounded for the second time, completely naked and stained with cum. Mio had been so close to detaching herself from her body…

He’d called her name.

What Ran was talking about didn’t matter. It was simply him acknowledging her as a person, using her name. He’d masterfully removed the paper-thin barrier that she was trying to create. Her name solidified that she was in this room, in this moment.

“Ah, I suppose you don’t know our names, do you?” Ran pet her head, fingers so gently brushing through her raven hair like he was her lover. She’d no choice but to listen to his every word. “The one too impatient to have you is our second in command, Haruchiyo Sanzu. By those cute little sounds you’re trying to hide, I can tell you really like the way he’s fucking you. An innocent thing like you probably hasn’t been properly fucked. Feels good, doesn’t it? It’s alright to admit it.”

Ran was skilled at mind games. It was boring to have a toy that gave in immediately and tried to be a slave to solely survive. Mio was different. Scared, unsure, overwhelmed, inexperienced, and a strong desire to live. It was the perfect mixture. Ran was painfully hard.

It was rare to get one that hadn’t been sexually corrupted. They got to expose her to all of their sexual fantasies, and it would be new to her. Breaking her mind in half as she found the sexual things that she liked and disliked, and having no control over it.

The starkly different personalities were a big factor, keeping the girl from being able to predict what might come next. Her innocence left her imagination of what could possibly be done to her running wild. Ran was quite sure that she was incapable of conjuring up the filthy, dehumanizing scenes that would be in her future. Her definition of rough likely ending with bondage and gangbangs.

“Who cares if she’s enjoying it? She’s just a bunch of holes to fuck.” Rindou scoffed, having settled on the other end of the couch to watch. She couldn’t even hold herself up, face down in his brother’s lap while Sanzu stuffed her full. He wanted to take her to his place, spend some quality time teaching her how to properly suck him off. A few licks from his cane would be more than enough to spur her to learn quickly.

“That is my little brother, Rindou. You’ll have to be extra good for him if you don’t like pain, but I imagine you’ll look even better with whip marks all over.” Ran’s tongue slid over his lips. Her cries alone would be enough to make him cum. He did so enjoy to watch Rindou’s punishments.

And little Mio was hanging onto his every word. The sweet and sour conversation flow having its intended effect. He made her acknowledge that sex felt good and then assured her that it was perfectly okay for her to enjoy it. Giving her permission to let this dirty act be pleasurable. And then dropping in what was to come, whips, pain, the complete loss of control as a human being.

Up and down.

Over and over.

Making Mio spin while her body ultimately betrayed her mind.

Sanzu hadn’t slowed, relishing each time her cunt stretched around his cock. This girl was insane. He’d fucked plenty of bitches. All of them doing their job of getting him off. He enjoyed those cuts, he had… but… “You’re taking it so well. Your pussy was made to belong to us.”

Mio couldn’t control herself, shivering as the coil in her belly wound tighter and tighter. Her voice betraying her next, lips parted with gasping breaths between broken mewls. She felt like a virgin experiencing pleasure for the first time.

“As if this bitch could be good at anything,” Rindou said, completely ignoring his superior. This girl irritated him. He was itching to teach Mio her place. “Look at her right now. The slut thinks she can do whatever she wants.” It pissed him off so much that he lost a bit of control, getting up from his seat and jerking her head up by a fistful of her hair.

“Aah-” Mio cried out, scalp aching as he nearly ripped out her hair. Tears filled her eyes to the brim. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to with Rindou digging his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her to keep her mouth open.

“Who fucking gave you permission to drop your head, huh? If we weren’t under orders, I’d give you a taste of my belt right now. Show your slutty face to everyone while you get fucked, understand?”

Her eyes trembling, shaking a few tears loose to roll down her face.

“I bet daddy never spanked you. His perfect little princes. Spoiled fucking brat.” Rindou spit into her mouth, smirking at her disgusted reaction. “Now look at you. Not even a paid whore. You need a good whipping. If you beg enough, I’ll go easy on you the first time, only 50 lashes. Enough to turn your ass bright red.”

Mio wasn’t able to hide her face, forced to etch Rindou’s dark gaze into her mind. How could anyone want to do that to a girl like her? She’d never done a single bad thing in her life, and now these men wanted to use her for their own sick amusement.

It was too much, far too much. Despite it all, Mio couldn’t convince herself that she wanted to die.

Which only made her hate herself more.

A waft of smoke made her nose scrunch, free of Rindou’s grip, Mio found the source as the younger Haitani plopped back down on the couch to observe again. She shouldn’t be surprised that his eyes were on her, but Mio shuddered under his muted gaze, as if he was bored with her.

“That would be Takeomi Akashi,” Ran startled the girl with a pat to her head. It was no secret that the older man was into more mature, fuller women. “He doesn’t seem to be interested in you, Mio. You’ll have to seduce him like you did the rest of us.”

Takeomi took another drag from his cigarette. Inexperienced girls were tiresome, having to train them to do what he liked. Especially when they ended up dead so quickly. “Daddy’s little girl is about to cum. Doesn’t look so innocent to me, letting some stranger make her cum so easily.”

“Good, good-” Sanzu breathed out, releasing his iron grip on one of her hips to find that lovely bundle of nerves that he loved to abuse. This was his favorite high, making them cum on his cock when they didn’t want to. Absolute control. “Go ahead, cutie. Fucking cum for me. I’m in such a good mood that I won’t even make you bed.”

Should she even attempt to fight it?

Could she?

Mio was burning hot, sensitive to his every thrust… feeling each one up into her stomach. Mio thought she might be split in two. His fingers were rubbing her clit with practice movements, driving the poor girl mad.

Sanzu jerked her head back by her hair, forcing her neck to an uncomfortable angle. He grinned, cheeks flushed and sweat dripped down from his pink locks. “Lemme see. I want to be the first one to see your face when you cum. Be sure to - aah ah fuck!” He was struggling to remain composed, cock bullying into her hole, ready to paint her walls with his cum. “Fuck yes! Say thank you, cutie.”

The stimulation was unbearable. Impossible to not release with Sanzu strumming on her clit and slamming into her cervix. A sultry, depraved moan filled the space - so lewd that it surely couldn’t have come from her throat. Mio had never made a sound like that, nor had a body shaking orgasm like that. Her vision flashed white, eyes rolling back.

This was far from the gentle orgasms that she’d had before. Sanzu didn’t let up. He didn’t soothe her while she had her high, instead shoving his dick into her again and again, despite how tightly she clamped down. The pain was blissful, unlike anything that she’d ever experienced.

The other men in the room were chuckling and taunting the girl. What a fucking orgasm. Guess she’s learned something new huh? What a slut, enjoying her first gangbang so damn much. Look at that little ass shaking.

Sanzu blocked out their chatter, well past ready to blow his load. “Say it. Say thank you for making me cum, sir. Say it so sweet and I’ll fuck you full of my cum.” He wished he’d had a mirror to show her what her pretty little face looked like when she came. So shamefully slutty.

Mio desperately wanted him to pull out. He’d been abusing her pussy much longer than Mikey had, and she wanted nothing more than to be finished. She swallowed down what little saliva she had and forced her voice to produce words between raspy whines. “Th-thank you for-f-for making me cum- sir-” The words were disgusting, demeaning.

“Good girl-” Sanzu let out a deep grunt and rutted deep in her cunt while emptying his balls. It had been far too long since their last toy, and this one was going to be his favorite. He was going to keep her around for a long time. Sanzu lingered inside her warm walls, lost in the fantasy of all the fun he’d have with her later.

But he finally released her, stuffing his limp cock back into his pants. “Ah, I need a beer,” he stated, slapping her ass again before disappearing into the kitchen.

Mio could feel the cum dripping down her legs, nearly breathless and drained of all her energy. The arm of the couch was the only thing holding the girl up, legs like jello. She was still buzzing all over from the orgasm.

“You want to jump in, Takeomi?” Ran asked, continuing to stroke her head like she was a child in need of consolation.

“You youngins have fun. I’ll finish my smoke first.” He took a big puff of the half-burnt cigarette. He could admit that he was fucking hard after seeing her cum that hard. Maybe she’d be entertaining after all.

Ran hadn’t asked to be polite, already knowing that he was next to play with Mio. She had to be exhausted, going through three men already. He’d set the stage so perfectly for his turn. “Come here, Mio. You’re far from finished pleasing your owners.”

She could barely move on her own but Ran brought the girl to him. Mio straddled his lap, still trying to catch her breath and regain herself.

“You’re absolutely gushing, little one. My pants are already soaked.” Ran chuckled at her dazed expression. That wouldn’t do. He bucked his hips, jolting her back to reality. Her attention was to be on him now, not on the orgasm that Sanzu had given her. “There, there, little Mio. I know you’re absolutely devastated to have lost your father, but you don’t need to worry. I’ll be your new daddy, yeah? Be a good girl and ride daddy’s cock now.”

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Hiii Albie how are u doing?? I hope you’re doing good💖 Ur work is so amazing I can’t get enough of it!💖💖💖 It started with a smile is so well written i just-asksjdjkwwk🥰

So i got a request if you’re not too busy could u pls make a kakucho fluffy but dom smuttyy smut (like do one u did with ran in the series), i crave this man sm ugh😫 We need to know why he’s the number one boyfriend 😳 Could u make it about him being an absolutely sweetheart like literally obsessed with y/n so whenever someone flirts with her *haitini’s or sanzu’s crackheadass* he gets so feral and into zaddyyy mode real quik that makes y/n never looking to another man ever again.. And rest of bonten are really jealous that kaku is with y/n, she is also superstrong (bonten nr 4) and rlly gorgeous and joined bonten soo this all happends at a meeting or event. He needs to destroy me and then cuddle me afterwards hihi✨

Tysm for ur time🙏🏼💖

A/N: Hello anon darling ❤️! I wish I can say I am doing alright, under the weather atm 😷 but I wanted to post this before passing out again. And thank you for your kind words 🤗. I’m glad you enjoyed my first series! Hahaha, yes I can turn our best boi Kakucho into a dom like I did for Ran. I hope you enjoy this piece!

Only One

Characters: Kakucho x fem!Reader

Warnings: Kakucho treating reader like a goddess, kisses, minor violence (not towards reader), Sanzu degrading reader (in a flashback), reader is flirty with the Haitani Brothers and Sanzu, Kakucho display jealousy, smut (pet play, collaring with a belt [A/N: remember this is fiction, this kink should not be used for newbies], degrading (Kakucho calls reader “stupid pet” and “dumb pet”), face fucking, cum swallowing, sloppy makeout, spankings, unprotected sex [wrap it up people], squirting, biting, hickeys, and creampie), and fluff ending

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading, correcting and beta reading!

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You’re dangerous. Drop dead gorgeous. Formidable. Kakucho has found his purpose again in life which was to serve you. He treats you like the goddess you are and worships the ground you walk on. Anything you want, he will make sure you’ll have it.

“Angel,” Kakucho softly caresses your sleeping face, “it’s time to wake up.” He places gentle kisses on your eyelids, your cute nose, and your lips. You stir and let out cute little moans that are only meant for him to hear. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust the dim light shining through the bedroom window.

“Mmmm, Kaku.” Your adorable tired voice makes him feel warm inside. You wrap your arms around him to snuggle closer to his chest. “Good morning.” You close your eyes again and he chuckles, he keeps kissing you to wake you up more.

“Good morning, my love. I made breakfast for you.” Your eyes shoot open, staring at him for him to tell you more, “I made some salted salmon, miso soup, tamagoyaki, spinach salad, and pickled daikon.” A beautiful smile spread upon your pouty lips.

“Kaku, you’re the best.” You return small butterfly kisses on his handsome face before you press your lips onto his. Moaning how good his lips feel on yours, wanting to feel him more but Kakucho lifts you up in his strong arms and carries you out to the kitchen and sets you on the chair where he has breakfast laid out for the both of you.

“No Angel, you are the best.” He kisses your forehead before taking a seat next to you. You give him a thankful peck on the cheek before digging in.

This is your usual morning routine with Kakucho whenever you spend the night with him. Waking up to his loving kisses and him making a healthy breakfast for the both of you. While you are getting ready in his bathroom, he is busy packing a bento box lunch and making your favorite coffee. When he feels your radiating presence in the room, he finds you wearing a sexy pantsuit. Your hair is styled, your makeup (which he thinks you look better without) is flawless, and your confident stance is alluring.

“Ready, my love?”

“Ready.” Your seductive smile sets his heart beat at a blistering pace.

Kakucho never carried a briefcase with him before, but ever since he started dating you he has. The reason is because he wants to make sure he has everything in there to take care of you. Spilled coffee on your shirt? He has a stain remover stick. Lipstick faded? He has your shade. Your hair tie snapped during a fight? He has extras. Cut yourself? He has a basic first aid kit. Too tired to walk in your high heels? He brought your flats. He even has extra feminine products in his briefcase in case you have your monthly cycle during the day. Also your favorite chocolate bars.

He will open doors for you, walk on the side of the curb, has an extra blanket or jacket in his car in case you get cold… just the perfect gentleman.

Stepping into the Bonten building, all eyes are on you. You exude confidence, fierceness, and attractiveness that always grab everyone’s attention. The moment you and Kakucho step into the conference room, someone comes to surprise you by trying to trip you backwards. You hold your steady stance, grabbing your supposed “assailant” and flip them back, knocking them on their ass.

“Better luck next time, Sanzu.” Your shit eating grin appears on your smug face. Normally Kakucho’s natural instincts would come to your aid but this is a normal occurrence between you and Sanzu.

[Flash Back]

“This is… our no. 4?” Sanzu approached you, eyeing you up and down. Sure you are attractive, he looked at you once more… okay, really attractive. Maybe you have wit. But to be no. 4 in command, you need to be ruthless and strong. Your appearance did not show that. “All you have is looks, sweetheart. You’re better off working at a whore house.”

Kakucho was about to come into your defense until something took all their breath away. It was so quick that it happened in a blink of an eye. You knocked Sanzu’s ass down without hesitation and with great strength. The ground even shook from the impact. Sanzu was groaning in pain, he didn’t see this coming. Mikey displayed a small proud smile.

You turned to face the rest of the executives with your deadly aura and terrifying stare, “Anyone else believe I would be better off working at a whore house?” No one dared question you. Kakucho was immediately enamored with you. He never liked Sanzu in the first place and the fact you taught him a lesson made Kakucho respect you.

“You really took me by surprise, sweetheart.” Sanzu was staggering to get back up, “Your strength is exhilarating!” His droopy eyes showed some excitement. “As Bonten no. 2, I will not hold back and put you back in your place, No. 4.” He towered over you, your quick eyes noticed his movement to try to use your technique and you counter it flawlessly.

“I would like to see you try, Pinky.” You walked to sit in an empty seat next to Kakucho. The moment you two made eye contact, he knew he found a reason for living.

[End Flashback]

“Ahhh, so close!” Sanzu happily admits his defeat and pulls himself up from the floor. Rin and Koko scoff while you roll your eyes and stare into his dilated blue eyes boringly.

“Not even close, Pinky.” You and Kakucho saunter to your usual seats, he hands you your coffee and you thank him before taking a sip of the delicious taste. Kakucho always makes the perfect amount of sweetness. Ran has been observing both of your interactions with his amusing eyes.

“Spend the night with our little Kakucho?” Ran playfully asks with his arm plop on the table and leaning his head against his hand. Rin snickers when he sees the look of embarrassment on Kakucho’s face. Mikey, Koko, Mochi, and Takeomi flicker their eyes in your direction, it’s obvious that you did but they still want to see how this plays out.

“Why? Are you jealous, Ran Ran?” You match his playfulness with a seductive smile, Kakucho frowns when he sees you flirting back. He doesn’t like it when you do that, especially when you smile like that. It should only be for him.

“Always.” Ran gives you a flirty wink, “My bed is so cold without you. Come over to warm it up sometime.” Kakucho hands ball into fists. He is close to wanting to punch Ran, not like how you are flirting in front of him.

“You’re always welcome in my bed too.” Rin joins in the little fun, you let out that cute giggle of yours that Kakucho loves but not when it’s towards someone else.

“If you want me, you need to come and claim me darling.” Your seductive smile didn’t falter, upsetting Kakucho even more. Why are you going along with them?

“Oh?” Sanzu arches one of his eyebrows, “Is that what Kakucho did? How is he in bed?” He boldly asks you in front of everyone, Kakucho’s cheeks are heated. “From what I can tell,” Sanzu’s droopy eyes land on Kakucho, “it doesn’t seem like he can tame a brat like you.” Kakucho’s eyes glowered at him. “I mean if it were me,” He tilts his head to the side with a sadistic smile, “you’d be collared and I’ll show everyone what an obedient pet you are.”

“Is that right?” Your eyes challenge his statement, “You think you can handle a brat like me?” Kakucho’s fists clench tighter, imagining the Haitani brothers and Sanzu claiming you. This does not sit well with him.

“Come to my office after this meeting and I will gladly show you.” Sanzu’s smirk.

“Why wait until after the meeting? Don’t you want to show everyone what an obedient pet I am-” Kakucho abruptly stands up and everyone stares at him, bewildered. Nobody gets to call you their pet, except for him. He grabs your wrist, yanks you out of your seat, and drags you out. “Ah! Kaku-” He faces you with a dominating expression you never saw on him before.

“Shut. Up.” Your eyes widen in surprise and immediately close your mouth. Everyone is surprised to see this side of Kakucho. He stares at everyone else down with a glare, “We’ll be back later.” He pulls your wrist and takes you out of the conference room.

“Um… is it alright for them to leave?” Mochi asks this puzzling question. Everyone looks at Mikey, who is eating his taiyaki.

“He needs to tame her.” Mikey glances over the rest of them, “Commence the meeting.” The rest of the executives are jealous of Kakucho who is excused to teach you a lesson.

The car ride is silent, deathly silent. Normally, it’s a comfortable silence. But this, you are afraid to look at him. You can feel how pissed he is. Kakucho has never been this mad at you, actually scratch that… he’s barely ever mad at you. He parks in front of his place, you open your own car door for once and step out. He walks ahead of you which is completely out of the norm and you follow him behind. The elevator ride is also silent, he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

Closing the front door behind you, you expect him to say something but instead, he walks into the kitchen leaving you alone. You hear him rummaging through the kitchen drawers. Hesitantly, you call after him. “Kakucho?” He ignores you and continues doing his own task. In several minutes, he steps out with his belt in his hand. That’s strange.

He approaches you with an unreadable expression. “Kakucho, what-” He grabs you by the jaw, pulling you towards him. Your eyes go wide, yelping at the sudden force. This is not like the Kakucho who has always been a gentleman.

“Strip.” He demands, pushing you away. You stumble back, still shocked but you do as you're told. You don’t want to upset him even more. Plus, this is getting interesting… His hungry eyes watch you strip naked in front of him. When you’re finally bare, Kakucho wraps his belt around your neck, sticking the prong into a new hole he must have made in the kitchen. He tugs on his new makeshift collar and leash, making sure it isn’t too tight. “How does this feel?” His voice is monotone but stares at you sternly.

“I can still breathe.” He nods in approval.

“Then get down on all fours.” Your eyes gape in surprise.

“Wh-what?” Kakucho pulls the belt to bring you closer to his face.

“I said. Get down on all fours.” Your legs shake, but this is kinda exciting to see this side of him. You did as he told you, looking up to see what he wants you to do next. “Take off my pants.” You use your hands to unbutton his pants but he slaps your hand. “Use your mouth. Since that’s all you’re good for.” You know you shouldn’t get turned on by his degradation but you can feel your pussy throb. You did your best to use your mouth to unzip and unbutton but you are not able to do it. “Useless. Can’t do anything by yourself.” He unbuttons his pants then pulls out his semi hard cock and dangles in front of your face. You stare at the pre cum leaking from his tip. “Do I have to tell you everything? You know what to do.” Kakucho pulls on his belt and you gasp.

You lean forward to lick a long stride from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock. You twirl your tongue around his head, teasing him and he pulls on the belt again.

“Fuck, stop teasing me, bitch. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You did what he told and he shoves his cock down your throat. You feel him in the back of your throat and you gag. “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.” You follow his instructions, able to breathe normally but not for long. He roughly fucks your throat as if you are his personal fleshlight. Your tears are run down your face and spit is dripping down your neck. You moan and gag every time he goes too deep. “Fuck this is what your mouth is good for. Being stuffed with my cock.” Your pussy is dripping down to your thighs.

He tugs the belt to pull you closer to have your nose touch his abdomen and he spills his cum directly down your throat while groaning. Forcing you to swallow every drop. His cock stops pulsating inside your mouth and he pulls out. You try to catch your breath, your jaw is sore and your lips are swollen from the rough treatment. Not that you’re complaining. Kakucho pulls the belt to have you stand up and he messily makes out with you. His tongue invades your mouth, dominating your tongue. He breaks the kiss, spit connecting both your lips.

“Crawl over to the couch and bend over on the arm.” You get down on your hands and knees and crawl towards his couch with him following you. Then you pull yourself up and bend over on the arm of the couch. Kakucho removes the rest of his clothing and stroking his cock.“Spread your ass cheeks.” Your cheeks go red with embarrassment. Kakucho spanks your ass, “Spread them.” His stern voice commands you, you shyly spread your ass cheek. He leans down, feeling him inspecting your pussy and he blows air making your pussy clench at nothing. “Pathetic hole.” Kakucho drags his cock up and down on your wet slit before ramming it hard against your cervix.

“AH!” You cry out. He punishes your pussy and tugs the belt, making your back arch. The couch squeaks, your tits bounce, your pussy is making wet lewd sounds and you hear Kakucho’s breathy moans. He lifts your leg up, forcing you to let go of your ass cheeks and fucks you even deeper. “Ah, fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Kaku-” He yanks the belt harshly and it cuts off your moans.

“Master.” Kakucho corrects you while continuing to brutally thrust into your cunt. You can’t hold out much longer and you feel you are about to burst.

“Ma-Master! ‘M gonna cum. Need to cum!”

“Beg your master.”

“Please, please, please please! Let me cum!” Your tears are dripping from holding out your pleasure. Kakucho dips his hand down to rub your clit and you squeal.

“Cum.” You release the knot in your stomach, squirting clear liquid on the arm of the couch and the floor and your eyes roll back. This is the first time you squirt and you are in bliss. Once you are down from your high, Kakucho tugs his belt, “We’re not done yet.” He drags you around the couch and he sits down on the cushion. “Fuck yourself on this cock like the stupid pet you are.”

Your jelly legs straddle over him, you hold his cock to sink down on it. And holy fuck, he’s fucking deep. Too deep. Making you feel full. Kakucho slaps your ass with a cold look in his eyes, telling you to move. You bounce on his cock, feeling every inch of his length and girth. Kakucho harshly sucks on your bouncing tits, biting them and marking them. Your legs are growing weak, you resort to grinding and feeling his cock move inside of you.

“Tired already? What a dumb pet.” His cold words spat, but it didn’t register you since you are dumbed out. Kakucho holds your hips and fucks into you, making you moan and scream in pleasure.

“Master! I-I need’a cum! Please lemme cum!” Feeling another orgasm building up.

“Do it. I’m going to cum inside this pathetic hole.” Your pussy squeezes his cock so hard, it nearly pushes him out but he prevents it. The moment he bites hard on your neck, clear liquid gushes out, wetting his cock and abdomen. He continues to fuck into your wet pussy, feeling close to ejaculation. You whine from overstimulation, your clit is too sensitive. He lets out a deep sexy moan and thick ropes of cum shoots inside your gummy walls. Kakucho holds you tightly, not wanting any drop of cum to spill out.

You both try to catch your breaths, sweat dripping from your bodies. Kakucho notices his markings on your tits are bluish purple and he softly caresses around it.

“Did this hurt?” His voice is now back to a gentle tone.

“It stings a little but I’m alright. That was a lot of fun.” You reassure him with a blissful expression, Kakucho carefully removes the belt around your neck. There is a slight marking around your neck, he winces a little for manhandling you. He lifts you up and carries you to his bedroom. He cautiously lays you on his comfortable bed and cuddles you from behind. His strong arms wrap you in a tight but a safe space for you.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” Kakucho’s eyes see a dark hickey forming on your shoulder too and lightly kisses it. “I got jealous, I didn’t like it when you or the Haitani brothers or Sanzu flirt. I know it’s selfish of me because we’re not officially together-”

You turn your face and kiss him deeply, in hopes to wash away his jealousy. “You are the only one I want.” You turn your body back around to face him completely. “Don’t ever be jealous of them because they will never have me.” You kiss him passionately, Kakucho runs his rough fingers through your disarray hair.

“Please… let me stay by your side no matter what.” Leans his forehead against yours.

“Don’t ever leave my side.”

“Never, my love.” You share another passionate kiss, feeling each other’s unspoken love.

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Traitor

Pairing: Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto x Original Character, various pairings will be added as the story goes

Genre: Angst, crack, possible smut

Warnings: substance abuse, drugs, violence, not canon compliant, suggestive, language, blood, mental issues

Synopsis: There was a prince, his princess and his loyal paw. Loyalty is such a wide term, especially if come to love. After all, you can't be loyal to the one and same person your whole life. It's not about surviving, it's about living. | More or less canonical travel through events from Tokyo Revengers from the quite different side. A lot of crack, angst, domestic fluff from Haitanis Household. Based on an OC as the main character. 2. Zero to hundred and crash

25/10/2010, Monday

"This time only with pure intentions" Sora raised both of her hands in a peaceful manner.

"What is exactly that intention?" Hanma asked, crossing his hands on his chest. He was sitting on an old, worn armchair, on his right side Chonbo and Chome, on his left Choji had taken a place. Sora didn't feel anywhere near comfortable under him as the armchair was placed above three stairs and if it wasn't enough, surrounded by over a hundred completely strange men. The only thing that had given her a feeling of relative safety was the fact that Reaper introduced her as Haitani.

"We want to take part in Toman's great fall." She quickly explained.

"We?"

"Me and my broken heart." Sora theatrically sighed, waiting for Hanma's reaction.

Shuji Hanma was an unpredictable case. He might look dumb. He might sound dumb. He might pretend to be dumb. But he wasn't dumb at all. Actually, out of all leading delinquents in Kantou, he might be the smartest one. Or, at least, one of the smartest ones.

That's why he got the hint immediately.

"You gotta know I'm not taking stray cats in here."

"I'm not a stray cat."

Tension between Kabukichou's infamous Reaper and Yakuza's princess was so powerful that nobody dared to breathe too loud.

"Fact, you're a spoiled banana girl who thinks this is another way to entertain herself. How can you prove you're useful?"

"How do you want me to prove my usefulness?"

That was a good question. Hanma didn't know how to deal with a girl since the delinquents circle was quite masculine. However, he had to admit, at least to himself, that the Haitani name would empower Valhalla even more. Even if it was Haitani's pet.

"Every single one of those gathered here" Hanma waved his hand around "had become famous by being an unstoppable, fearless and merciless warrior. You gotta prove your power, I won't tolerate any of my subordinates bringing me shame in a fight." Hanma clearly stated. He looked around. "Eenie, meenie… you." He pointed his finger on one of Valhalla's fighters, standing in the third or fourth row of the crowd. "Test miss Haitani."

The boy Hanma pointed to stepped in front of the gathering. He wasn't anything special, just an average man at his age. Valhalla's members made a bit more space, expecting what was coming. So was expecting Sora, turning to her soon-to-be opponent. She smiled slightly and waved at him.

"No weapons, Haitani" Hanma pointed out. Sora reacted immediately, grabbing the backpack she was carrying, taking her beloved machete out and dropping it on the floor in the colorful gesture.

After this, everything happened quickly. She rushed towards her opponent, throwing the first shoot. This was quite an even fight, considering the amount of exchanged hits.

Sora wouldn't say it was going very good since she had been served powerful hits in her stomach and one in her jaw. Valhalla's warrior wasn't holding back just because he was fighting a girl, which Sora quite appreciated.

In the end, she managed to pull him to the ground and catch his leg in a hold that Rindou once taught her. If the boy wanted to finish that fight without a broken leg, he had to surrender.

Haitani let go of him and stood back on her feet, turning her face to Hanma and his captains.

"And? Impre…" Sora opened her mouth but sudden, blunt pain on the top of her head didn't let her finish. She groaned and grabbed the aching place, feeling a metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Turning around to spot an aggressor, she noticed her former opponent, standing with a metal pipe in his hand. Everyone around them frozed.

"What the fuck did you just do?" Sora spat out. Immediately, the whole world became red in her eyes and she didn't fully realize that he was saying something about not losing to a girl. She looked around and spotted her abandoned weapon laying on the ground. "You're a fucking goner."

She threw herself at him with the machete, and he did not remain debted. Although she was dizzying from the impact, she managed to hurt her opponent. The blood was poured, both her and his. Sora was not entirely sure, but he seemed to cut her eyebrow. It had to be true, because the blood began to drip into her eyes and limit the field of view.

Choji wasn't very enjoying the spectacle, but he knew he couldn't do anything as long as Hanma didn't tell him to. He had been looking at his leader every now and then but Hanma seemed to be completely invested in a whole fight. After a while that felt like eternity, Hanma spoke up.

"It's enough, you're gonna kill each other!" He yelled out, sick smirk still on his face, but none of the fighters really heard him. He patted Chonbo's arm and told him and Chome to get them apart. Choji rushed right behind them but Hanma held him back. "Not you." Masked boy looked up at him and frowned. There was something about him and Sora that Valhalla's leader didn't like. Probably the fact he even brought her here.

Chonbo grabbed Sora's wrist when she was about to pull another slash on her opponent. "It's good, Haitani" He said, letting her know she shouldn't try and keep fighting. On the opposite side, his brother pushed the other man away and kicked him in the ribcage, when he was trying to get to Sora. "Are you fucking deaf? Hanma said "no weapons", you damn moron" He spat out, turning around and going back to his place on the platform.

Sora had to admit she was very grateful Hanma stopped the fight. She didn't see much anymore, the whole world seemed to be red out of anger, her head felt dizzy and she felt like she was going to pass out. Even though she managed to hurt the guy several times, he was quite a good fighter too and she got many solid hits on her head, back and stomach. At least she was sure he's going to remember her with a couple of scars she for sure caused.

She assured Chonbo she had given up so he let go of her wrist. Turning around, she made a really drastic picture – all bloody and panting, looking up at Hanma with a blunt smirk. "Impressed?"

"Not really, I've seen better. You're interesting though, welcome in Valhalla" He said officially and clapped his hands. "I'm tired of you all, dismissed" He waved his people off. "You" he pointed out to the man he chose to test Sora before, "Come here." It didn't surprise anyone when he approached Hanma, all startled, and got a solid hit on his jaw. "Try to ignore my commands one more time and I'll drive your head over with my bike. Understood?" The man nodded rapidly and got himself out of the hideout as fast as possible. The hall deserted very soon and Sora turned to the exit too.

"Stay, Haitani, you're a mess" Hanma called out. "Choji, patch your bitch up, she's bleeding" He turned to his captain and jumped off of the platform, heading to the back room.

"She's not my bitch. Are you my bitch?" He sighed and asked, while leading her behind Hanma.

"I'm not your bitch." She shook her head and immediately regretted it.

"See? She's not my bitch." Choji shrugged the whole thing off.

Turned out there was a small back room in Valhalla's hideout. Previously, when the Arcade was still working, it surely was a Staff Room.

Choji pointed out at the chair and Sora simply sat down. He handed her some band aids and sanitizer. Her head was hurting way too much to argue.

“Why did you establish Valhalla?” She asked curiously.

“I’m bored.” He answered bluntly, pulling a beer out of the small, barely working fridge. “Now, what are you really here for?”

“I told you.”

“You put up some show, I don’t know what you were talking about.”

“For real. I wanna take someone from Toman down.” Sora said, sighing when she cleaned up an especially ugly wound.

“Who?” Hanma asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

“You’ll see when I succeed.” She answered simply and fished her phone out of the pocket. “Gotta go.”

When she got up from her seat, Choji followed her.

“I’ll drive her home and come back.” He muttered, pulling the hood over his head.

They left the Arcade and headed to Choji’s bike.

“Hurts?” He asked.

“Like hell.” Sora sighed, taking a place behind him.

When she arrived home, she tried her best to avoid meeting her brothers.

“Sora?” She almost reached her room unbothered when Rindou’s head appeared at the door of the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Sora muttered, not turning around to face him.

“Ran called you a couple of times.” Rin said, walking out of the bathroom. Sora frozed with her hand on the doorknob.

“I was with friends.” She explained. “I’m literally over 20, I don’t have to tell you where I am.”

“Turn around.” The middle Haitani said coldly. Sora had nothing better to do than doing as told. “Why are you all beaten up?” He asked, his jaw tightened.

Sora turned her head to look at the wall and avoid her brother’s piercing gaze.

“So you really went to Valhalla?” He asked after a long several seconds. Rindou Haitani was never dumb, he usually connected the dots well. “Fuck, didn’t we tell you you don’t have to follow Izana’s orders?!” He raised his voice.

Sora sighed as Rin’s voice sent a wave of pain through her head. “I’m not following his orders. I do this for myself.”

“For yourself? How is getting your ass beaten doing something for yourself?”

“Izana promised me a high position in his ranks.”

Rindou scoffed. “You’re not joining Tenjiku. You’ve got everything, me and Ran are working our asses off so you don’t have to be involved in shit like that. What more do you want?!”

Sora and her brothers barely fought. But this time his words sent her off the edge.

“I don’t want to be dependent on father’s or Ren’s mercy anymore!” Sora growled. “I don’t want to depend on your protection my whole life. I’ll become powerful myself, no matter what you’re saying.” She said boldly looking straight into Rindou’s eyes.

He looked like he was about to leash off but he collected himself after all. “Enough. We’ll talk about it when Ran comes home.” He spat out and headed to his room.

Sora shook her head. Before going to bed, she quickly showered and cleaned up her wounds again. It didn’t look too bad, not too well either.

Sleep had come to her faster than she expected. She would’ve probably slept till the late morning if not for her phone buzzing like crazy. She looked at the bright device.

[Yasuhiro<3] 01:30AM: Can you come out?

Sora frowned and even if she wanted to ignore him after the days he had gone without talking to her, she got up from bed and pulled some hoodie and sweatpants over. As she had already experience in sneaking out of the house, she walked out in the freezing air unseen.

Looking back over her shoulder every now and then, she followed the path that led to the playground she would often meet with Mucho. As expected, he was already sitting on the bench under a huge tree with his arms crossed.

“What the hell happened?” He asked, when Sora came into the light of the street lamp.

“I fought for the spot in Valhalla.” She said, trying her best to sound unbothered by his presence.

“Did you win?”

“Kinda yes, kinda no. But they got me in.” She sighed and took a seat next to him.

The silence fell over between them for a few minutes.

“I wanted to talk.” Mucho said eventually.

Sora looked over at him, feeling her stomach twist. Things like that never sounded good.

“We can’t keep seeing each other anymore.” It was clear that the conversation wasn’t easy for him at all.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Sora said, her voice stern.

“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I never wanted it to turn out this way.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She growled. Her eyes widened when she got the specific thought. “Are you seeing someone else?”

“Hell, no. This is nothing like that.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Then explain.”

It took Mucho another couple of minutes to speak up again.

“This is wrong. I feel like I’m betraying Ran and Rindou.” He muttered, looking at his feet.

Sora rapidly got up from the bench and turned to him. “Are you serious? You’re dumping me because of my brothers?!”

“You heard Ran the other day! I can’t afford to lose their trust!” Mucho lost his usual cool.

“But you can afford to lose me?” She asked, feeling her throat tighten.

“Please, Sora. Just think about it.” He said, shaking his head. “Do you think I’m that dumb to believe we have any future together? There will come the day when your family demands from you to marry someone as prestigious as you yourself. And by that time Ran and Rindou will find out about us.” He explained, trying to compose himself. “S-62 is everything I’ve got. This is the only family I have.”

“You can’t be serious.” Sora said as she frozed in her spot. She looked at him with wide eyes, her brain didn’t seem to proceed with the whole explanation yet. “What about you stop being a bitch and man the fuck up?!”

Mucho scoffed and got up as well, he started pacing back and forth. Her last sentence apparently hit the spot. “It must be so easy for you since you’ll never take responsibility for your actions. You will never understand things like that because you have never had to fight for your spot in this world!” He raised his voice. “And don’t try to act like you know anything about us. Our world isn’t for spoiled daddy’s girls like you.” He didn’t quite mean to say this but he knew he had to hurt her as much as possible so she gives up on him.

“I’m not spoiled…” Sora tried to disagree before he cut her off in the middle of the sentence.

“Yeah? So why did Ran and Rindou go to juvie and you didn’t? Because daddy backed you up. Because they took your fault on themselves. How do you even live with that?” He hissed, bending slightly over to look her in the eyes.

Sora was looking at him for a couple of minutes. He couldn’t handle her hurt gaze, so he turned around and kept on pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that this way.” Mucho muttered under his breath.

“I can say you meant every single word.” She scoffed. “You’ve been dying to tell me that the whole time we know each other, haven’t you? Why did you even date me in the first place if I’m that bad?” Sora muttered with an audible hurt in her voice.

“It’s not like that. I do like you, but… But it doesn’t matter.”

“You know what? First I wanted to make up a lie that I am seeing someone else, but I couldn’t bring myself to do this. Now I know I should have cause you don’t understand thing straight.” He said quietly.

Sora let herself think his words through.

“Go to hell, Mucho.” She said without any emotion in her voice. Then she turned back and walked away, not waiting for him to speak up.

She could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t even notice them forming in the corners of her eyes, but they were there already when she was looking at Mucho and he felt like a shit for that.

“Stop playing with things you can’t handle before you trip over your own pride and ruin your life.” Mucho said with a sigh. The conversation didn’t turn out the way he planned, he didn’t mean to lose his calm attitude he was known for.

“See you on Halloween.” She spat out before leaving completely.

26/10/2010, Tuesday

As soon as Sora came back from her final exam, she dressed in loose pants and an oversized shirt and buried herself under the covers.

Last night was a total disaster. After she came back from the confrontation with Mucho, she couldn’t sleep. She was aware of how important the incoming exam was, yet she couldn’t bring herself to sleep nor to study. She spent hours before exam on dull staring at the wall and analyzing every single word Mucho had said. And she still didn’t understand his reasoning.

Sora was switching like a rollercoaster between pure anger and trying to understand what he meant. There were also waves of sadness when she remembered all good things about them. How happy they were when it lasted.

It took her several minutes of fidgeting in bed to realize she wasn’t gonna fall asleep that easily. She was in fact exhausted but the storm in her head wouldn’t go away. As she sat up, she reached to only help for things like that she knew. She pulled a red pill out of her bedside table and swallowed it without a drop of water.

After a while, the pill apparently started working as she began feeling calmer and sleepier.

And when Sora finally laid her head on the pillow peacefully, she could swear only around five minutes passed by before her sweet princess nap was disturbed by someone aggressively yanking her arms.

“Sora, Sora, the fuck!” Ran shouted. It had been already two minutes since he entered his sister's room and tried to wake her up, unsuccessfully. “Wake the hell up!” He shook her shoulders once again, apparently panicked.

“God, Ran” Sora mumbled, sitting up and gently pushing her brother away. “I just came back from the exam, I’m exha…” She grabbed her phone and realized it was way more than five minutes. “Oh.”

“Jesus fucking Christ” Ran spat out, clapping back on the bed, miraculously avoiding to crash on Sora’s legs. “I thought you had taken some shit again.” He explained. “You’re gonna be the death of me” He muttered to himself, looking like a tired father of a teenager.

“Nope, just couldn’t sleep last night.” Sora lied smoothly. She leaned back against the headrest and stretched. “Have you just come back? Where have you been since last night?” She questioned, urging to change the topic.

“Taking care of something for Izana. Nothing important.” Ran shrugged the thing off. His face suddenly wore a serious expression. “Rindou told me you had a disagreement yesterday.” He said, eyeing closely her bruised face.

“Well, yeah. I’m not changing my mind though.” She nodded softly. She still could feel the bruises and cuts all over her body aching. “I need to be someone by myself.” She stated, Mucho’s words still hanging on the back of her head.

Ran looked bluntly at her for a few seconds. Then surprisingly… Chuckled.

“I knew this day would come sooner or later. Couldn’t keep you away from this by being overprotective, I guess.” He shook his head slightly. “I could’ve seen those… urges in you since a long time. But I thought I could hold you back. After all, you can’t fight genes, can you? You’re just like us all”. Ran continued with a deep sigh.

“What do you mean?” Sora frowned.

“Go for it if you want. But don’t die, okay? I couldn’t handle burying Rindou or you.” Ran said with an almost invisible shade on his face. “But you have to know that even if we’re coming to watch the fight, we won’t be able to help you if anything happens. That’s the rules of this world. I hope I taught you enough about fighting.”

Sora nodded gently and sighed. “I’m sorry, Ran. I’ve been selfish and didn’t quite consider what you and Rin were doing for me.”

“Well, finally.” Rindou said, standing at the door. He was quiet for the whole conversation and Sora didn’t even notice. “This wasn’t very educating of you, Ran.”

The older Haitani shrugged with a soft smile on his face. “I told you, Haitani genes are way too strong.” He stated. “Izana and guys are coming over on Thursday, if you’d like to spill anything about Valhalla. Take a rest now, I ain’t gonna ask you about the exam, we bet you slayed.”

Ran stood up and headed to the door.

“Boys..?” Sora started. Part of her wanted to apologize for the things that happened years ago. Apologize for not standing up to her own sins. But the words stuck in her throat. “I love you” She muttered instead when they turned to her with a hum.

“I love you two too.” They both said at the same second.

28/10/2010, Thursday

“You look terrible, Haitani.” Shion Madarame chuckled as soon as Sora walked in the living room, where the S-62 gathered. “Almost as if Ran was beating you at home.”

“I’ll heal up soon, you’re looking like a wet rat on a daily basis.” Sora scoffed, pushing herself between Ran and Kakucho on the couch.

“Let him live, he’s seeing a girl.” Mochi said with a smirk on his face.

“He’s seeing what?”

“A girl.”

“Like a delusion? Have you had your meds?”

“No, like a person.”

“Breathing creature? No way.”

“Enough, go to the point.” Izana cut them off, slightly irritated.

“So as I said, the fight is happening on Halloween.” Sora started the explanation.

“You think Hanemiya can really put Mikey down?” Kakucho asked, looking at Sora and Mucho.

“No way.” Mucho muttered.

“I wouldn’t be that sure. Hanemiya is… Unhinged. He should’ve been in the psych ward, not in juvie. And I’m not even joking. All he’s talking about is how it’s all Mikey’s fault.” Sora stated, looking down at the floor.

“How is Mikey’s fault he killed his brother?” Shion chuckled. Izana frowned for a second.

“How many people have Valhalla?” Izana turned his eyes to Sora.

“Around 350, I asked yesterday. We had the final gathering before the fight. 300 ex-members of Moebius and 50 Hanma gathered already under Valhalla.”

“And Toman?” He asked Mucho.

“More than 100.”

“So let me get this straight. Toman has Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya and so on. Valhalla has Hanma and Kazutora.” Kakucho concluded.

“And Baji.” Sora added.

“Huh?”

“Baji used to be Toman’s founding member. They disagreed with Mikey over something and he claimed to leave for Valhalla. So far I know, Hanemiya and Baji were childhood friends and he follows him now.” Mucho said, nodding slightly.

“Wait for a second.” Izana suddenly cut Mucho off. “Is your boy from Moebius or Valhalla?” He asked Sora.

“Moebius. He used to be Kisaki’s right hand when he temporarily led Moebius.”

“Who?”

“Tetta Kisaki. He’s now Toman’s captain.”

“Didn’t it occur odd to you that he followed Hanma to Valhalla and not Kisaki to Toman?” Izana raised one of his eyebrows.

“It’s indeed weird.” Mucho said, apparently thinking the thing through. “I’ve already noticed Kisaki is a shady motherfucker.”

“Something doesn’t add up, ya know?” Rindou muttered, speaking up for the first time in the whole conversation.

“Well.” Izana smirked. “Let’s keep an eye on Kisaki and Hanma. They could be useful after all.”

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thronesforkings · 1 year

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Title: Surprise Lover PT 2

Requested?: No

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Male!Reader x Rindou Haitani

TW/CW: Swearing, violence, drinking, mentions of abuse

Notes: I got the motivation to finally continue this. UHHH, I might’ve gone with my impulsive thoughts and made it so (Name)’s family is actually a large mafia but they have hid it for years. Also I am terrible with names so yes I used a last name from another anime.

I gave (Name) a twin sibling just to spice things up and to actually make a somewhat cohesive plot. ALSO, yes I did put other anime characters in this but due to my awful ability to come up with characters for background people.

Word Count: 1688

Part 1

EXTRA NOTE: Uh, I’m back, maybe. It was just finals so that just kicked me down and now it’s going to be second semester for me real soon. Hopefully I can have more time to write but I can’t promise anything till summer. Sorry yall

“Did Rindou even tell you what this event is?” Sanzu asked as (Name) shook his head.

“Idiot, stop acting like a teenager.” Ran said and hit the back of Rin’s head, and the younger glared at him as Ran just grinned.

“This is a big gala of sorts for gangs and mafias that happens three times a year. This is the start of the year one, it’s meant for groups to be friendly for once and to give everyone a base of what they are up against this year. This time it’s held by one of our biggest supporters so it would be rude to not be here for at least a little bit. Normally we don’t all go but due to who is hosting, tonight is different.” Koko explained and (Name) just blinked before smiling softly.

“Oh, I do hope that we won’t have to stay for long then.” (Name) said as he was half worried about running into his family. He ran away at 18 and legally changed his name. He knew his family were still watching him so he left Japan and went off the grid for a few months as he made a whole new life for himself.

“Hopefully. Let’s go.” Mikey said and the group went inside and Rin held (Name)’s hand tighter as people looked at them, the chatter quieting down slightly but still going.

“I’m sorry but who are you?” The security guard asked the non-gang member who just smiled politely.

“He-” Rin began but (Name) elbowed him in the side to shut him up.

“I’m going to assume that you are new and give you a pass on messing this up. I’m Zenin Sakai.” Ari spoke carefully, holding himself differently than before and a leader aura coming off of him suddenly. The Bonten men were surprised at his way of getting in. Rindou was confused and worried as he was unsure of what his fiance was trying to achieve and how he even knew of the elusive underground family. They all watched the guard stiffen for a moment before turning red and bowing.

“I’m so sorry. Um, Uh, I am new. I will forever be in your debt for this.” The man stammered out and Mikey watched (Name) carefully as the supposed ‘civilian’ flickered his eyes around the guard’s body for a weapon and hummed. Mikey knew he wasn’t just doing this, he was planning this all on the spot and hoping that it works, and was confident in his abilities.

“I wouldn’t go that far. If you would just let us in, that is the only thing needed from you.” (Name) spoke carefully, he knew Rin was confused about what just happened as they walked inside. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and untensed his shoulders.

“That was pretty cool, you should’ve told me you bagged someone who is excellent at getting his way.” Ran said and Rin just nodded, glancing at (Name) who bit his tongue.

“We’ll talk about this later. Just, let’s enjoy this. I’ll explain what that was to you when we get home. Okay?” (Name) spoke softly and Rin scanned him for any lies (he didn’t not trust him but he has always been hesitant about promises), when he didn’t see any he nodded and glanced at his brother to make him get out of his personal space.

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“So, you’re one of the Haitani’s bitches? Must be special if you were brought along. What’s your name?” A guy asked (Name) as he was getting himself some food to munch on. He looked over to see a male in a nice black suit with white shoes and gloves on his hands.. He thought before speaking, not enough and would later blame the alcohol in his system for letting him slip up in this environment.

“I am special. Why does it matter to you though?” (Name) asked with a soft smile and he returned the smile as he held his wine glass.

“Well, I respect Bonten so I’m not against you. I only ask since I heard chicks from the Monoma Family Mafia table talk about causing some drama. The one with long blonde hair and is wearing the frilly shoulder straps, she said that if one of them made it look like you were cheating and told Haitani about it, they could have a shot with him. You clearly know where you are and know the type of people you are around. Gotta look out for fellow bitches of a higher up. I’m Dabi. If you need me, I’m with the Liberation.” The male spoke before leaving the other to think for a moment before returning to the group.

“I noticed there was some Taiyaki, I remember Rin mentioning once how you liked it so I figured I’d get you one. See it as a thanks for letting me be with you guys.” (Name) said as he gave the small plate of fish shaped treats to the soulless looking leader as he sat down next to Rin again. Mikey looked at it for a moment before quietly picking one up and eating it.

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“You’re not Zenin Sakai, this is him right here. I’m sorry but I’m going to have to see some identification.” A security guard came up to them with a male that looked eerily familiar to (Name) along with the current leader of the Zenin group. (Name) froze slightly and turned to face the guard while the rest of Bonten was watching him with curiosity and ready to step in if needed.

“Ah, it’s quite easy for guards to get us mixed up, I thought that I had already been allowed in so I used his name. My real name is (Name). We do get mixed up often.” The area around them went silent as (Name) was kicked off his chair. The real Sakai took a gun out and pointed it at the male on the floor.

“If any of you step in, I won’t hesitate.” The male spoke, his voice almost the same as (Name)’s. Rin was confused while Mikey watched with interest.

“If you’re him, then what is something that only he would know?” The old man asked as he lifted (Name) up by the arm and the coughing male just grinned.

“Every Thursday if we didn’t do our drills then you would put us in the chair for a day. If we continued to disobey then we got moved to the closet. When I was 16, neither of those stopped me from disobeying so you threatened to shoot me if I didn’t listen. A week later, I fucked up training and you slashed my hip. I still have the scar.” (Name) spoke as if he was proud of all of this happening to him. Rin looked in horror as he knew that (Name) didn’t like to talk about his family and so he never pushed. Now he understood why.

It happened in a flash, (Name) was thrown to the ground and a crack was heard, making Ran (The closest to the apparent brother) get up and unarm him quickly. He wasn’t looking for a fight, he knew that they were going to be the talk of the town after this already. The rest of Bonten stood up and Rin went over and picked (Name) up and they left without another word. It wasn’t until they had gotten to Rin’s car that (Name) let out a wet laugh. The male had blood coming out of his nose and a busted lip, tears coming out of his eyes as he just laughed.

“I was hoping to explain all this at home. That’s the reason I pushed you away when you asked questions about my family. I’m sorry, I ruined this night for all of you and probably caused you guys more trouble.” (Name) spoke as his laughs died down but the tears didn’t stop. He hummed as he was set back on the ground but was soon engulfed in a hug by Rin.

“Idiot, I never should’ve brought you into my work.” Rin said, voice muffled as his face was in the crook of (Name)’s neck. Ran laughed lightly at the two and took a picture. Rin didn’t see or hear it but (Name) flipped him off at that.

“Rindou, have a few days off. That is an order. Tell me the wedding dates and I’ll make sure that we are all able to be free for that. Go home, it was nice to meet you, (Name)-Chan.” Mikey said with a slight smile as the others saw him acting like he used to. It wasn’t for long since Mikey quickly pushed his emotions away as he didn’t like to be open around anyone. He couldn’t help but give (Name) a nickname, he was someone that he would’ve been best friends with if they met during Toman.

“I’m going to go home and sleep.” Some of the others muttered and soon enough it was just the brothers, Mikey, and (Name). Rin let go of him and held his hand tightly.

“So, when can I expect a kid to spoil?” Ran asked with a sly grin and Rin gawked at him before hitting his arm, the other laughing. Mikey quietly waved goodbye as he left the three and (Name) looked at the two being brothers.

“I mean, they aren’t humans but our cat did just recently have a litter of kittens.” (Name) spoke with a small smile. The two breaking apart and Ran was grinning at this new knowledge.

===

(Name) and Rin cuddled under a blanket as some movie was playing, the taller male holding the other close after having patched him up. The two had ordered food and have been watching random movies for a few hours now.

“You know, I really love you.” Rin spoke quietly as he was succumbing to sleep. (Name) just smiled softly and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you too. Get some rest.” (Name)’s voice was the last thing Rin heard before he was clocked out.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #haitani rindou x male reader #x male reader #tw abuse mention #tw violence

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seraphiism · 2 years

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𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐢𝐜𝐲𝐦𝐢

( if i'm with you, then no doubt -- the coming days and the past too ; they are all bright. )

chara : ran haitani fandom : tokyo revengers quote cr : fujii kaze - shining a/n : part of the 'adolescent dreams 💤' event hosted by @2018-01-20 & @stellumi. thank you so much for allowing me to participate !! please note reader does wear makeup in this ; no pronouns specified.

i. so you're not entirely sure if you like ran haitani-- in fact, he might be one of the most pretentious, stuck up people you have ever had the (dis)pleasure of meeting. unfortunately, and fortunately, you suppose, he is a surprisingly good stylist, so you'll take this as a win for now.

"hey."

for now. yeah. you will choose violence one day, but it will not be today, you guess.

"when are you going to pay attention to me?"

the makeup brush ghosts against your skin, breaks you from the train of thought. suddenly, you are very much aware of the little proximity between you and ran ; face to face, he leans towards you, studying your perplexed expression all too carefully. there's a smile that threatens to cross his lips, but he holds it back, raising a brow in question instead.

"did you just put blush on my forehead?"

"should i have? with the way your face is heating up, it might complete the look."

no, your face was not hot before. it is now, though.

( you do, in fact, not like ran haitani. that's what you say, anyway. )

ii. you sit before the mirror, gaze focused intently on the figure in the reflection. ran works diligently today, brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

"have you ever thought about being nice?"

he pauses at the said words, looks at you with amusement on his visage. you almost think you hear a quiet chuckle, but the squeak of the chair as he turns you towards his direction does not allow for confirmation.

"have you?"

he leans closer, grabs a makeup brush.

"dunno. i'll consider it when you consider it."

he grins a familiar grin-- one you think you might be a little too annoyed by, but you try not to think about it too hard; instead, you shut your eyes as he applies eyeshadow, try to place your attention elsewhere.

"i'm plenty nice to you. i don't treat everyone like this, you know."

instinctively, you open your eyes, find the courage to look him straight on. you swallow hard, feel a numbness on your tongue as if the words you wish to speak sink into your existence.

"yeah? i must be special, then."

"to me, yeah."

you blink, clueless, unable to register such a response.

"liar."

ran shrugs, tosses a playful and all too knowing glance in your direction.

( you take a deep breath, calm your heart, and remind yourself for the seventh time that you do not like ran haitani. what a strange push and pull this is. )

iii. so you're not going to admit you've been thinking about whatever that moment was, but you are going to admit you've been thinking about it and you'd like to stop, if just for one second. surely that didn't mean anything, right? it's ran. he says shit like that a lot.

probably.

so maybe you do like him-- it's something that's been lingering on your mind for longer than you'd like; you wish you could just make sense of it. maybe that's just how your friendship is-- playful banter and flirting, but nothing more. you don't know how you feel about it, truly, and maybe part of you wants to be something more than that. but these things are never easy, so the lines blur and you cannot tell if they are meant to be crossed.

you sigh, listen to the sound of your footsteps against the concrete as you walk the streets of roppongi. you haven't seen him since then, and there is a strange uncertainty that floods the heart at the thought of another encounter.

but uncertainty be damned-- fate always seems to play the cards for you. ran stands before you, hands in his pocket as he greets you. you exhale gently, wonder why your lips curl instinctively at the sight of him.

"and who made you look so pretty today?" he jokes. "seeing someone else now?"

"just you, ran."

"oh?" ran follows you as you continue in your stride, keeps up with the paces and walks by your side. "i thought you might have up and left me, with the way you disappeared after last time. got too scared, huh?"

and you would think that he would hold such a taunting tone -- something so teasing, something that baits you to react in a flustered manner, but there's something that might be genuine in that last sentence, so you come to a halt once more, turn on your heel to face him.

you wish you could find all the right words for the chaos that dwells in your chest, but you can't, so you speak your mind, hope that what comes of it will be good.

"not scared, i just--" you pause, inhale deeply. "you confuse me, i guess? i don't know, ran. i can't tell if you're just messing around with me or if you actually like me, which is embarrassing to say."

a flicker of surprise in purple hues.

"embarrassed because of me?"

"haitani."

"joking." a smile falls upon his lips-- and it's not one you normally see-- that typical, cocky one-- but instead, a lighthearted, genuine one. he steps forward, leans towards you just as he normally does. "i like you. does that help any?"

so it's not the most romantic confession, but it most certainly is fitting for the both of you. you nearly take a step back, feel your face flush at those silly little words.

"no."

he tilts his head, grins mischievously. "no? should i kiss you then to prove it? would that make you say it back?"

"--i changed my mind. i don't like you at all."

"liar."

his laughter fills the cold winter air as he grabs your hand, and you are not sure what fills you with warmth : the feeling of your hand in his, or the sound of his happiness.

( so yes, maybe you do like him after all. and yes, maybe you will tell him when he eventually stops teasing you for it. but he knows already ; he always has, and for him, this is already enough. )

#tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #— adolescent dreams 💤#.: writing

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ultrastarbee · 2 years

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Beeee! Do you remember the "no effort cookies" with Ran? Can we have more of that same sassy reader? I loved her so much she is such a little bitch lol so my request for the event is Ran tries to take reader on a date, but she is not so sweet and they both end up trying to ruin every couple's date they see

Hi there! I sure do remember and I really love "No effort cookies" with Ran. Thinking about making them a little serie, since I got ideas and at least one reader for it. Thanks for your request honey!

Title: My annoying valentine Request: yes 💚💛 Couple: Ran x fem!reader Category: fluffy, funny Content Warning: none Word Count: 958 Summary: he annoys the shit out of you, yet Ran insist on a date A/N: I made this one as a direct sequel of "no effort cookies", but it can be read without the other one, don't worry

CUPID IS A DUMB B! event

MASTERLIST ……. RULES ……. SERIES LIST

You are a pain in the ass for our young cupid because you don't put up with anyone's shit. Hard to deal, hard to love. But there are people strong enough to deal with you. Plase, he just need someone to put on your life! Luckly for him, he knows exactly the one: another pain in the ass, of course. Annoying with annoying must be a good pair, isn't it?

Being the head of the student council you have to deal with the Haitani brothers daily. Specially the older one, who is now waiting for you to finish your tasks for the day.

"The hell you want, Ran?" as soon as you step out of the classroom, you jump back seeing him there.

"You" always with a smirk on his face.

"Leave me the fuck alone"

"You gave me cookies and now we are dating, remember?"

"It was just a kiss, don't take it too serious. Saw you doing it before with random people." you start walking away and Ran is sure to follow your steps.

"Oh, my! My girlfriend is jealous?" the sarcasm is heavy on his voice.

"Not your girlfriend"

"But jealous for sure" Ran laughs "We are going on a date"

"We are not"

"Yes, we are" as you both pass by a group of students, Ran puts an arm around your shoulders and stares at them for a while before whispering in your ear "you can thank me with a date"

"Thank you? What are you talking about, braidy?" you knew what he's talking about. Being the president of the student council always comes with privileges and heavy burdens.

"You are a little bitch, don't you know? People hate you" Ran sighs. He knew you better than you thought "the whole week they are trying to get you alone"

"Oh, yeah? Let them come, then"

"Can't let my girlfriend gets hurt"

"Again, I'm not your girlfriend" you roll your eyes "but I guess you have been kinda sweet? Thank you"

"Thank me with a date" Ran tries again "promise you will have fun"

"What if I don't?" looking at him you just know he won't give up.

"Then I leave you alone"

"Deal" you give in. He has been caring and deep down you don't want him to leave you alone. Ran is trouble, but a fun trouble.

First things first: Ran never thought you would actually say yes to him. Don't get me wrong, he is used to people kissing the ground he walks in, but you just don't. Since the beggining of the year when you were elected as the president of the student council you stood your ground trying to make him and Rindou follow the rules. Of course you fail everytime, but eventually you three made a deal where you stay out of their way and they don't bring trouble to you. It was all fun and games untill Valentine's Day last week when your friend needed help to keep Ran away of his brother so your friend could give Rindou some homemade cookies. Now everyone thinks you and Ran are dating. Even though he knows you are not, Ran has his fun with it everyday.

"Look at you. All fancy for me?" the smirk on his face is there as always.

"You are one to talk" you got a little confused with your hearbeat speeding up just by seeing his hair loose, but kept your cool anyway "looking good"

"I always look good"

"So, what are we doing today, boyfriend?" you can easily mimic his sarcasm.

"Well, girlfriend, we are having fun of course" you can see how much Ran liked to hear you calling him that "but first, if I can make you have fun, you will have to go on another date with me"

"What if I don't?"

"Then I leave you alone, remember?" approuching you a little, you can feel your skin quivering at the sound of his voice "Or do you regret the deal?"

"No way, braidy"

"Then let's enjoy our date"

Ran knows damn well how to win people over, but he also knows you are not going to be easy. Maybe that's why he's attracted to you. You don't fear the name Haitani and you are not head over heels for him or his brother. Knowing you for some time now, Ran noticed something very peculiar about you: you, the student council president, good grades and well behaved, love to piss people off. That's why he planned what he did.

The first thing you both did was go to the movies and pick seats at the back just to trow popcorn on the couples trying to kiss. Keeping the popcorn, Ran takes you to a park where couples like to do picnics. The popcorn was thrown again, now calling lots of pigeons to shit on the couples' food. Everytime a couple was taking pictures, you and Ran photobombed them. The next thing you did was waiting outside an icecream shop just to make a couple trip and drop their icecream. Ran also got a whistle to blow everytime someone was gonna say "I love you" to their relative ones. At the aquarium, Ran bought all the food just to keep the fishes away from the couples.

"Shit, never laugh this much" back to the park after being chased by an angry couple, you and Ran are still giggling together as you sat on the grass.

"That means you had fun" you don't even need to look at him to know Ran is smirking.

"Yeah, maybe" you give in again since you can't deny it now "You can actually be a good boyfriend, can't you?"

"Then our next date will start now. I'm starving"

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musei-thoughts · 3 months

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𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. [𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳]

02.

𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨

(𝘢𝘥𝘫.) 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Michael Bublé - Sway "

01:57 ━━━━●───── 02:55 ㅤ ㅤ

◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ♡

“Care to join me for a dance, dear?” Ran, looking dashing in his suit, extended his hand towards you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The lively notes of the song filled the hall as the dimly lit dance floor became a stage for you and Ran.

A playful smile graced your lips as you took his hand, allowing him to lead you to the center of the dance floor. The spotlight seemed to find you naturally as it followed your figures every step you made, swaying and moving in perfect harmony with the music.

The pulsating rhythm of the song wrapped around you like an invisible force, compelling your bodies to move to move with the infectious beat. “You’re quite a dancer, sweetheart.” The older Haitani compliments as he holds you close, feet moving in sync as if the two of you have danced together for years.

“I could say the same to you, Ran.”

The other guests couldn’t help but stop in their tracks and conversations, getting captivated by the two of you. Ran’s confident yet smooth moves complimented your grace and elegance, creating a mesmerizing dance that stole the attention of everyone in the room. The atmosphere shifted, and the energy in the air became charged with the undeniable chemistry between you.

Meanwhile, the Bonten men watched in awe. “When the hell did Ran learn cha-cha?” Koko asked. Rindou stared at you and his brother, feeling his chest burn at the looks on your faces as you swayed across the dance floor. It had been so long since he saw his brother genuinely enjoy himself and look so…carefree.

What did you do to him?

As the two of you danced, the world around you faded, leaving only the enchanting melody of "Sway" and the magnetic connection between you and Ran. Your bodies moved seamlessly, responding to each other's cues as if you were in a world of your own.

In the midst of the dance, Ran leaned in, his voice a low murmur against your ear, "You know, you've got the most captivating smile. It's like you're casting a spell on everyone in the room."

You chuckled, the sound blending with the music. "Is that so? Well, maybe it's the music doing its magic."

Ran spun you around, bringing you back into his embrace with a swift movement. "Or maybe it's just the magic between us."

The intensity of your connection was palpable, making it clear that this dance was more than just a simple cha-cha; it was a conversation between two souls wrapped in the enchantment of the music.

As the song approached its climax, Your’s and Ran’s movements became more dynamic, the dance escalating into a passionate display of connection and chemistry. As the final notes of "Sway" resonated in the air, you and Ran slowed your dance, your breaths synchronized as you gazed at each other with a shared understanding.

The audience, initially silent in awe, couldn't resist clapping and cheering, completely captivated by the magic that had unfolded on the dance floor – a captivating dance that left an indelible mark on the memory of everyone fortunate enough to witness it.

You couldn’t help but get shy at the amount of attention that you received, but Ran, still holding you close, grinned at the applause. He led you back to where the Bonten men were standing, the admiration in their eyes reflecting the unspoken acknowledgment of the moment they just witnessed.

The party, however, was far from over. As the dance concluded, the mood in the hall shifted once again. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight focused on the emcee on the stage up at front.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you've enjoyed the festivities so far. But the night is young, and we have one more special event for you – the auction of rare and exclusive items."

The crowd murmured in anticipation as a team of elegantly dressed assistants rolled in a display of items – from rare artworks to high-end gadgets. Mikey continued, "We've gathered some of the finest items for you tonight. And all the proceeds from this auction will go towards a charitable cause."

With the emcee motioning to you, you gave him a nod, turning to Ran and the others, “I have to go, I’ll be auctioneering tonight.” You said to them, leaving them in awe.

The hall was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and the hushed murmurs of the criminal elites. You stood confidently on the stage, a sly smile playing on your lips as you prepared to unveil the first item up for bid.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you a piece that is sure to catch the eye of any discerning collector or practitioner of the darker arts," You announced, unveiling a sleek black case.

As the case opened, revealing a set of customized firearms, the crowd's interest surged. The bidding paddles were raised, and you wasted no time initiating the bidding war.

"We start the bidding at ¥690,000. Do I hear ¥690,000?"

A sharp nod from a well-dressed gang member signaled the beginning of the fierce competition. The bids escalated rapidly as rival gang members vied for ownership of the deadly arsenal. You observed with a predatory glint in your eyes, reveling in the chaos you orchestrated.

"¥700,000 from the gentleman in the back. Do I hear ¥750,000?"

The bidding continued, each increment a declaration of power and wealth in the criminal underworld. You maintained a composed facade, allowing the tension to build until the final bid was placed.

"Going once at ¥800,000, going twice..."

A sudden interruption cut through the auctioneer's rhythmic chant. The doors swung open, revealing a group of Sigma gang members, their presence announced by an air of arrogance and superiority. You couldn’t contain your smirk when you saw their boss’ face.

"We'll take it for ¥1,500,000," declared the Sigma leader, a menacing figure with a cold gaze.

The room fell silent, tension escalating as the other bidders hesitated. You seized the opportunity, voice smooth and cutting through the uncertainty.

"Going once, going twice... Sold to Sigma for ¥1,500,000."

A ripple of astonishment and disapproval coursed through the crowd. You locked eyes with the Sigma leader, the man giving you a seductive smirk, thinking that he impressed you by bidding the highest. You rolled your eyes internally, ‘He’s delusional.’

The auction continued, each item presented with flair and intrigue, but the balance of power had subtly shifted. By strategically allowing Sigma to claim the first bid, You had set the stage for a captivating game of manipulation.

People held their breath in anticipation as the next item was unveiled – a mysterious sealed crate, shrouded in an aura of intrigue. You stepped forward and introduced the enigmatic item.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next item up for bidding is a one-of-a-kind experience. A crate filled with secrets and surprises. What's inside, you ask? Well, that's for the winning bidder to discover," you announced, adding an element of mystery to the proceedings.

As the bidding commenced, you saw Koko and Sigma’s representative raising their paddles with confident smiles. The competition between the two gangs was fierce, but Koko persisted, steadily increasing his bids to 43 million yen. Murmurs circulated through the crowd, curiosity growing about the contents of the mysterious crate.

With each bid, you subtly hinted at the significance of the crate. "Ladies and gentlemen, what's inside this crate holds the key to unraveling recent misdeeds in our community. A Pandora's box of revelations, if you will," she declared, careful to keep her words intriguing yet cryptic.

The atmosphere in the room shifted as Sigma's members exchanged uneasy glances, were they going to risk that much money for something that they do-

“50 million!” Sigma’s boss himself declared, earning gasps from the audience.

Checkmate.

“Going once, going twice…Sold to Sigma for 50 million!

With a triumphant smile, you approached the sealed crate and addressed the crowd. "Thank you all for your spirited bids. Now, let's uncover the secrets within."

The crate was opened to reveal a meticulously arranged collection of incriminating evidence – documents detailing Sigma's involvement in the thefts, alliances with rival gangs, and their betrayal of the allied gangs. Gasps of shock and disbelief echoed through the room as the truth unfolded before the assembled underworld figures.

You, seizing the moment, turned to face Sigma's Boss. "It seems we have stumbled upon a treasure trove of information, dear friends. A snapshot of Sigma's misdeeds. Now, the question is, what should we do with this newfound knowledge?"

“Olivia, you f*cking traitor!” Sigma’s leader cussed under his breath.

“Things had to be done, Ren Ootori.” You mouthed those words to him before giving him a cunning smile.

The revelation had turned the auction into a stage for justice, and you, the cunning orchestrator, had successfully used the platform to expose Sigma's misdeeds. The underworld now watched with bated breath as the powerful gang faced their downfall – all orchestrated by the masterful woman who had turned an auction into a spectacle of retribution. The underworld's most enigmatic figure – You.

Meanwhile, Bonten sat at the very back of the room, watching the scene unfold before them with interest. Dull raven eyes bore into your figure on stage as you subtly smirked in triumph at Sigma's leader.

“She’s just full of surprises, isn’t she, Mikey?”

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺'𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳? 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦…𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 :)

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sanzu-sanzu-sanzu · 2 years

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hand-braided—braided hands

Haitani Ran X Fem!Reader / 1.5K

bonten timeline. executive!reader. friendship, potential romance / HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAN

Ran’s finger pauses over the doorbell when he finds your door slightly ajar. He sighs, pencils in a reprimand, as he cracks the door open to step into the dim suite, his face narrowly missing the coat rack that’s been (mysteriously) poised to tip over. That one he catches, too.

He watches his feet, careful not to step on what might be important, picking up your scarf, a piece of jewelry, and your car keys on his way to the light switch. If you’re anxious, nobody ever sees, but Ran, ever since the beginning—he doesn’t know anymore when that beginning was—has been quick to recognize the tiny ways you let control slip and leave yourself open. Tiny cracks behind closed doors, in the secrecy of clenched fists and dim hotel rooms not unlike this one. He picks up your half-opened invite to tonight’s dinner; makes a mental note to confirm with Sanzu the adjustments to tonight’s seating arrangements.

You switch tables with Rindou, as was agreed upon, at least for majority of the event. He’d suggest someone else do the rest of the parleying this time, too, but they all know Mikey doesn’t trust anyone else but you when it comes to the triad. No matter how good Bonten’s relationship has already been with the Chinese.

If you’re anxious.

No, you are.

He hears his name from behind one of the doors; the kitchen, he presumes. “Is that you?” still, you ask, as if you weren’t just sure there couldn’t be anyone else but him. Down the hall, he notices a lit room, hears the sound of running water and what he thinks are clinking china.

So on he walks; where there is light, there’s also you, after all.

He finds you in a simple but lovely evening dress, the color of deep green foliage, hidden from the sun. Your hair is up in that elaborate low updo you love so well, an impression of a half-formed flower crown that hangs at the base of your neck. He’d tell you you’re beautiful, he really should, but instead he eases into a chuckle, opting to direct his eyes at the dishes you’re busy washing.

“You look great,” he says pointedly at your washing gloves. “I don’t think those latex goes well with all the silk, though,” prompting you to roll your eyes.

He tells himself that if you were to ask why he’s here, he’d simply say he got lost on his way to the elevator, even though you’d both know it’s a lie.

Something about his hair catches your attention and you hold up a gloved finger to signify wait. “You missed a spot.” He looks around to hopefully catch a mirror but there is none. In front of him, you’ve already taken the gloves off to wipe both of your hands clean.

He thinks of the first time he’d let you touch his hair, the memory coming unannounced, flowing easily now like the water you’re letting run down the sink—he flicks that one shut in a quick, single movement—temporarily forgotten on your quest for the next clean cloth.

It wasn’t anything special. It was in the back of a stolen van with his brother at the wheel, though it really should’ve been Sanzu but then there was no time—there almost never was in those days, back when the police still had the nerve to pursue after Bonten.

At the back of the car, Ran sat himself up, wincing at his fractured wrist, courtesy, most likely, of your bad fall right after he caught your hand and pulled you inside the running van. He needed help with his water bottle’s cap, had looked over your collapsed form on the floor, a forearm over your eyes. “Don’t sleep on the floor,” was all he’d said, which he doubted you even heard amidst his brother’s and Sanzu’s collective wave of curses. You looked up at him then, your face rendered upside down from where he sat, your eyes settling on the dripping bottled water he looked to be offering. You’d said a quick ‘Thanks,’ unabashedly grateful, and you gulped down the whole thing in one chug Ran was unable to find the spirit in him to tell you off, choking out a laugh, instead, at your misconception. You blinked in curiosity, only then noticing the way he cradled his wrist, must’ve remembered your crashing onto him and was instantly filled with guilt.

“I’m so sorry—“

“Oh. It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He watched as you scrambled around the cramped space for anything you could use for makeshift wrist support, only to pause in front of his face, tilting your head. “Oh, let me fix your hair, at least,” you said, more to yourself.

Ran realized his left braid had come undone. Without awaiting for his response—not that he was left with much else to say with your hand already around his forearm—you climbed onto the seat next to him, promptly taking his loose strands around your fingers, and worked his braids as quickly as you managed inside the speeding car.

And Ran had let you, had sat there quietly, in fascination and in wonder: at the audacity and your fearlessness; at your lack of care, or perhaps your excess of it—for the entire exertion of fixing somebody else’s shit; for him, who was then even barely your friend. He knew the first time he’d lay his eyes on you, ever since the Kantou Manji and Rokuhara merger, that you were the type to care far too much, had pegged you as far too selfless for your own good in a world where you’d be made to swim alongside sharks. And right then, as he silently watched you fuss over his hair, as you expertly wrapped his broken wrist as best as you could, he allowed himself to lament over how easily this world could break you; had decided he didn’t want to bear witness to it.

(Ten years later and he thinks it’s still the one thing he’d never ever want to see, never ever want to happen. Hence the little measures he takes to keep you within his sight, if not on his side; hence the cold, pocket pistol he always carries around in his chest holster. Nobody ever witnesses Ran’s anxieties, too, and he’d like to keep it that way—except maybe Rindou, and then you, which is a whole different story—)

Your hand retracts just as your fingers touch his face, as if suddenly realizing your forced entry into his personal space. Ran’s hand is quick, however, catching yours without thinking.

“Please—“ he smiles. “Go ahead.”

You prop your other hand on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, keeping his head steady. With the other, you slowly, carefully smoothen a portion of his hair in place. Or keep it in line, he isn’t sure. Whatever it is, he’d trust your judgment, as he does in all the things you fix: his hair, his tie, the bigger problems he’d get himself into aside. In the most unceremonious ways you can, like it’s just something you’re bound to do. With hands that are as light and unintrusive, as all of you are; just as welcome, all the same. He’s amused by the slight frown on your face, one of concentration now, and up close he catches the light shimmer on your cheeks. And he really should be telling you how beautiful he thinks you are this time, but as he opens his mouth to do so, he catches the perfume on your wrist; that inconspicuous whiff of what is sweet and yours, prompting him to close his eyes.

And, like a little boy holding on fast to a secret, or a wish, he holds his breath, for one second unwilling to break this familiar bubble of just you and him, until the very next moment that he lets himself breathe out, at ease at the feel of the tips of his fingers now on your elbow.

When he opens his eyes, he catches the secret smile on your lips, satisfied with your work.

Your hand fishes out a compact from your dress pockets—because of course your dress is going to have pockets—and hands it to him. “See? Handsome now.”

He scoffs, as if telling you he’s always been handsome, inspects your work and nods proudly. “Not bad, not bad. You got a man you do this to all the time?”

To which he earns a light jab on his chest, shaking your head with a cheeky smile on your face. “Only you, Mr. Haitani.”

At the doorway, he doesn’t offer you his arm, only realizes he hasn’t and that there was no need to once he feels your fingers curl around his biceps, nonetheless. The way you always have. This time, however, as he hears you take in a deep breath one final time before stepping out, he shifts his hand to hold yours, instead. Enclosing your fingers around his the way he’s always imagined they would fit.

He doesn’t turn his head to see your response, only feels the way you hold him just as firmly. With no intention of letting go.

@sanzu-sanzu-sanzu 🕷

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