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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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𝔄𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢...

𝘔𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘋𝘰𝘮 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺, 𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘰 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘏𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

(𝚉𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎- 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚞_𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘵 700 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

Mikey leaving for business trips for weeks on end was nothing new to you, it happened often and it was nice at times, others not so much. At first when mikey would leave, it'd give you time to hang out with friends more often, watch movies, read and even try new recipes but it all got old quick. Mikey would be gone so often and rarely ever be able to call you to talk for a few minutes so you were left alone to amuse yourself.

Most nights you and Mikey would sit on call while doing the usual night routine, washing your teeth, cleaning off your faces, getting into comfortable clothes and you'd both get comfortable and talk until you either fell asleep or got too tired to even stay awake anymore. Sometimes calls couldn't be so long or couldn't happen so you'd both have to go without which was tough but somehow you'd both make due. Tonight mikey had warned you ahead of time that he couldn't call tonight, which was disappointing but gave you time to relieve that ache between your thighs.

What Mikey didn't tell you was that he was coming home early tonight as a surprise for you. He'd been away from you for so long that all he wanted was to cuddle and rest his head under your shirt but what Mikey didn't expect to find was you moaning out his name while riding a dildo he bought you. This wouldn't of been an issue, in fact Mikey would have welcomed it but Mikey has a specific rule. If he's out on trips and you're needy, you have to tell Mikey, He'll stop everything he's doing to help you get off.

"What's this all about, Y/N?" That's a sign you messed up, Mikey never uses your real name. "You know the rules, don't you?" He asked, towering over you at this point forcing you to stay sitting on the dildo. The smallest smirk on mikey's face as he sat down near the edge of the bed, pulling his phone from his pocket not hiding the fact that he's now recording. "Go ahead, continue riding it and amuse he" was all mikey said, looking at you with an unimpressed stare.

Mikey wasn't sure how many orgasms he denied you on camera, clicking his tongue and shaking his head while you cried asking him to let you cum, you know the answer is always going to be a "no" or "Try again, yeah?" Mikey loved watching you struggle so hard to keep yourself together, to not crack and make the punishment worse but you poor thing, Mikey was going to make it worse, much worse. You'd think at this point mikey would be bored with recording but he could go for hours watching you cry for him to touch you or even let you touch him. Mikey is so mean that he'll grab your face, squishing your cheeks so you open your mouth and spit on your tongue, making sure to get it on camera, only then will mikey finally let you cum but don't expect it to be other already, he hasn't gotten to have his fun yet.

#mouzees corner #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo manji revengers #tokrev manjiro #mikey sano #mikey smut #bonten arc #bonten mikey #bonten #mikey x reader #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #tokyo rev smut #mikey scenarios #mikey imagines

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nevermeyers · 1 year

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Which was more culturally significant? The Renaissance or

#we all know the answer #tokyo revengers #bonten arc #@meyers #sanzu haruchiyo #haitani brothers #rindou haitani #ran haitani #kakucho #akashi takeomi #sano manjiro #bonten trio #bonten ran #bonten kakucho #bonten

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marahuyomae · 1 year

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Lifeless Pleasure

Feat. Bonten! Ran Haitani [CANON], Patient! FEM! Reader [INSERT]

Genre/s: Smut, Porn with Slight Plot, Oneshot, Hospital Au, Dark Content Fanfiction

Warning/s: Noncon, Somnophilia, Drugging (Use of Calla and Peace Lily), Assault, Menions of Pregnancy, Corruption Kink, Implied Necrophilia (but not really-), Manipulation (If you squint), Reader feels so uncomfortable around Ran, Hospitalisation, Misogyny, Poisoning, Virginity loss, and Death almost knocking at Reader's door. Let me know if I missed something.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT | NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN

Synopsis: Ran Haitani doesn't remember how all of this started, but he is ecstatic and delighted to have such an innocent lovely thing in his grasp-

OR Ran was tasked by the Emo Bonten Leader to retrieve a confidential medical record in a Hospital so he disguised himself as a doctor there... Only for him to get a free taste of a sweet patient's forbidden fruit.

A smile was etched on Ran's face as he gazed at the little lamb before him; like a sacrifice to a ritual, she was splayed across the hospital bed as her pretty face began to show discomfort, "I have been checking up on you for a few days now, and you still feel uncomfortable with me..." Ran sighed at her in a twisted kind of adoration.

The young lady just shifted her gaze somewhere else trying to ignore his tone, his face, and anything else that had something to do with his presence in her hospital room. She knew that he is just a doctor, those check-ups are not anything that she is supposed to feel uncomfortable with- he is just doing his job after all.

But she can't help but feel like those eyes that boils like poisonous wisterias that are hidden in the depths of the dark forests- are as dark as those fantasies that probably was undressing her and making her feel so naked; intoxicating as his eyes are, she looks away not wanting his acid to melt her skin.

"Have you been taking your medicine?" He coos at her like that a mother to her child. With a meek nod, she fiddled with her hands nervously as she felt the air becoming suffocating every minute- like that of drowning in an underwater cave that you have no way out of as you struggle to go back to the surface to get air.

She nods her head and uttered a small 'I did' that can barely be heard, Ran smiles in satisfaction as he pats her head, "Aren't you a sweet doll? Taking your medicine like a brave big girl."

She did not have the courage to correct him that she is now a grown woman, she was too uncomfortable to tell him. Too uncomfortable to be near him too.

"If you keep on taking your medicine, maybe you would get better soon." He exclaimed with delight as he knew that this would be the last time she would intake her 'medicine'.

He smiled at her with a false sense of comfort as his heart danced a macabre due to how ecstatic he was that she was still believing and following him mindlessly, the Doctor proceeded to hold the cup towards the insomniac patient, delighting the way her sleepy eyes droops even more as she would now be unaware of her fate would now be on the hands of the wolf that would devour her alive.

Her eyes began to close as the taste of the medicine started overwhelming her senses as they take over her body, the sweet minty impact was no contrast to the needle-like piercing to her tongue was still painful as ever, she began to drool as her eyes rolled back, now knocked out cold as her heart started to slow down as slumber began to make her defenseless.

Ran smiled in victory as he pants at the sight before him, the young Lady was splayed like a meal all for him to eat. He went closer to her as his heart beats like the white rabbit running at such speed to avoid getting late as he jumped down the rabbit hole.

His head was fuzzy as a dark flustered expression decorated his face, he had her all to himself, all for him to eat and enjoy.

Playing Doctor was not so bad after all, it was definitely worth it.

He gets closer to her face as he placed an overly affectionate kiss on her dehydrated chapped lips, like one that woke Sleeping Beauty from her sleep- the only difference is there was no evil fairy that placed a curse; it was the Prince himself that put her to sleep.

His hands roamed all over her body as she flinched in his touch, a conscious part of her realizing that something was wrong- but was not able to find herself waking up.

She was way too far gone.

He placed his head on her neck as he inhaled her sweet cotton candy scent, the smell of Johnson's soap was all over her clothes and skin- like a tainted mark that marks territory.

His hands started moving again, his calloused palms brushing softly past her stomach as it got lower and lower until they arrived at her soft plump thighs, his breath hitched at the feeling of the soft skin in his hands.

His hands started growing closer to her curtained entrance as he hiked up the hospital dress up to her waist; and so between her legs, a digit teased along the partially clothed cunt.

'The sight of the pretty grey panty looked pretty decorated on her jeweled flower.' Ran thought as he starts to place the same finger that he eased her with- into her mouth.

"So Pretty and Vulnerable for me." he cooed at the unconscious patient.

He lifted the blue hospital gown higher and up to her pale stomach, her breathing was shallow in contrast to his own.

Despite being aware that the lamb on the sacrificial altar is now dreaming and dormant, the adrenaline of thinking that she would wake up is encouraging Ran to go deeper...

A little further.

Digging quite deeper.

His calloused fingers trailed up the length of her thigh, and with the ease of his force, he took off the gray silky panty off. The small gesture alarmed her body's senses, but just like before,

She can't make herself wake up.

The needle-like crystals of the Calla Lily were piercing the insides of her mouth as the needles created more small pores that made way for the Peace Lily's extract to force her to sleep.

She let out sharp breaths that sounded that of a little lamb panting as they ran out of breath from the wolf's chase that put them through, her mouth agape as she inhaled and exhaled.

Her legs were then opened wider as Ran held her knees to pull her closer to his lively body compared to the woman asleep.

Drool seeps out of the Patient's mouth as another side effect of the Calla Lily taking over.

Just a few more hours pass.

And poison will begin seeping by then.

He curled up his thumb at the base of her clitoris in a manner that made you feel like the warmth of the fire is overwhelming you as the patient's body jolts in response.

She is now barely breathing, Ran almost thought that she is dead. But he knew better, for he used this serum already on different occasions. It just so happened that due to the patient's Overactive Thyroid condition, her almost weightless body wasn't able to handle the normal dosage than average targets.

Despite that, in a very twisted way, Ran wouldn't mind even if the sweet darling little lamb could have been a corpse by then.

No screams.

No moans.

No cries.

No writhes.

No dispute.

Just the acceptance of her fate.

Just acceptance of Ran's ways.

"Can I fuck you, sweetheart? It would feel good for both of us..." he's aware that she can't reply. And even if she can answer a 'no', he would get his overwhelming craving to do it for him.

In other terms; he would fuck her anyways.

His slender fingers brushed over her naked cunt slightly parting her exposed lips. The sweet darling made no attempt to struggle still in a dream-like state, Ran let out a hum of satisfaction; continuing brushing his fingers inside the flesh.

His hunger grew for her pretty pussy was growing, left unsatisfied without even getting the taste of such forbidden sweet fruit. Even with the eagerness of gobbling her up, there was no greater starvation than his dick craving to be inside.

Uniting with what belongs to him in such a majestic way. Wanting to explore the deepest parts of such a beauty. A spark of intense feelings soars in a childish display, like that of a child that finally got to have a deluxe limited edition toy train.

A sudden impulse got the best of him, if someone tells him what he is doing is wrong; he'll blame Lucifer for controlling him like a puppet with strings.

He would cry out...

'It is not I who caused such wreckage, for the devil himself has taken a hold of me!'

But oh dear...

Oh, dear...

Silly Ran, we know full well you are Lucifer's very flesh and blood...

You are his offspring of such an impure sin that grows with the plagues.

He began to remove his white coat that strangled his biceps as he struggled to pull it out. Impatient he was, the faster he wants it; he groaned and threw off the coat to the ground.

The struggle was real, he can't believe he suffered so much, and it was too traumatizing to look back. (Dramatic little shit, you literally just took off a coat that was too tight for you.)

He brushed his hair up with his fingers as sweat formed on his forehead, pulling his pants down in a frantic manner.

His cock was suffocating in the safety of his boxers; aching painfully, craving for the warmth of the virgin cunt.

The Doctor grabbed her plump thighs and spread her wider than she was able. He fisted his cock and stroked it with his fingers curved. He slid his fist down to his base, starting to stroke himself.

Her pussy is now pale and in a light velvet, not as lively as it was supposed to be as the Lady was fighting herself to wake up from the poison's grasp. No fluid or liquid was pulsing through her body and no vibration coursing through her.

She was simply asleep.

Like a good little girl.

Unaware and Oblivious.

He spat a trail down his shaft and continued to massage it as he became wetter with an enzyme and mucus-formed alkaline fluid.

He kept silent with shallow moans bubbling down his throat and prepared himself for himself to enter his beloved princess's entrance.

She is now lifeless.

She would no longer wake up.

He kept telling himself.

The Doctor stretched her pale velvet walls, making his way inside the Patient's unaware state. Her walls swallowed him, gripping him too tight as if the body knows that she is being assaulted.

A deep moan escaped his smooth lips and was followed by a careful thrust from the medic, earning a muffled gurgle. She flinched in her comatose state as she let out a tight sob, the pain was felt- yet...

She can't even wake up.

Even if she forced herself to.

He wrapped his hands around her waist, holding her tight- too tight that it could leave a bruise the next day.

He does not have any worries if this could hurt her, his cock entering her to her deepest crevice, kissing her cervix. Sweat began to fall with each deep thrust.

Beneath him, the sweet angel lay motionless with a closed gaze.

He kept thrusting inside her, deeper and more feral with each thrust. Clasping her supple breast in his rough palms. An ache in his testes told him he was about to reach his high.

He flicked her nipple and swirled it with his two forefingers. The simple gesture made him groan in satisfaction as he came inside her. His semen oozed directly into her womb.

His goal wasn't to breed anyone, yet alone any lowlife whore. He was supposed to retrieve Bonten's medical records to wipe away evidence that they had been there; he already retrieved them 9 MONTHS AGO.

And yet, he got a vast fixation on his accidental patient. Such a sweet lamb with her big doe eyes staring at anything with curiosity and innocence. And that is where he got the obsession with his twisted fantasies of breeding his patient.

He sighed as he looked at the masterpiece he created, he observed his princess's bodily canvas feeling satisfied with his art.

It would be a shame if he was about to lose such a gem right?

He hurriedly injected the antidote into his beautiful wife.

Yes, he is now married to his lamb. Little Red was destined to marry the Big Bad Wolf.

He would make her bear his children he decided.

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Suddenly, an unspoken Doctor! Bonten Character x Patient! Reader smut collab happened between me and @wildartist 😭✨

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chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter · 7 months

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"Say my name" broke me again

I JUST REALIZED THE LYRICS OF THE NEW ENDING ARE TALKING ABOUT BONTEN T.T

Say my name I know you’re my savior Take my hand and show me the future Say my name Fight with you forever Hand in hand You are my hero and you cry I know I know I know I know We defeat everything I will stand for you No matter what I will never change in war for the future for my friends and for myself HOPELESS, HOPELESS Pray in my own prison for ONE CHANCE, ONE CHANCE I just want to see you again

Say my name I know you’re my savior Take my hand and show me the future Say my name Fight with you forever Hand in hand You are my hero and you cry I know I know I know I know We defeat everything

People, this is Bonten Mikey singing and I bring proof and pain:

Do I even need to explain this?

Takemitchy says "MANJIRO" and that's when Mikey fucking reacts because his crybaby hero just said his name and fighted (again) for a good future for him.

And here we have the hopeless Mikey that at the same time is still fighting his own war in the future for protectinc all his friends (except for Sanzu cofcof)

His hopeless and standing in his own prison until he thinks Takemitchy is death so there is no more reason to keep standing. Mikey who wasn't want Takemitchy to find him but at the same time, wanted to be saved, wanted this once chance.

Yeah, this ending is broking me in pieces in new ways.

What did I said about the trauma onion? So yeah, that T.T

#tokyo revengers #tenjiku arc #tokyo revengers spoilers #bonten mikey #bonten arc #manga spoilers #manjiro sano #sano manjiro #takemitchy #hanagaki takemichi #tokyo revengers season 3

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naehja · 2 years

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**At Bonten Headquarters**

Sanzu: If Inui and I were drowning, who would you save?

Koko: you ask me to choose between the love of my life and you?

Sanzu: You have abandonned him so I can ask?

Koko: I hope for you that you can swim. Because I'll let you drown. I would be too busy checking that Inupi is ok and correctly warmed up to care about you.

Rindou: Yeah same, he asked me to choose between Ran and him.

Ran: What a stupid question, giving you a such choice.

Kakucho: Well he asked me to choose between Takemichi and him.

Sanzu: WHY DID YOU CHOOSE HIM?

Kakucho: Because Takemichi doesn't know how swim.

Mikey, stopping eating, shocked: He doesn't?

Kakucho: Well he didn't when we were kids.

Sanzu *mumbles*: even my king would not choose me. No need to ask him now i guess. *depressed*

Takeomi: Don't worry Haru, I would save you.

Sanzu, rolling eyes: Whoa thanks to do your job, brother.

#tokyo revengers incorrect quotes #Kokonoi Hajime #manjiro sano #hitto kakucho #Haruchiyo Sanzu #Ran Haitani #Rindou Haitani #Takeomi Akashi #bonten arc #kokonui #maitake

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moonbeam-writing · 2 years

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— Haircut (Part Two)

๑ Requested by

๑ Characters: Ran Haitani (Tokyo Revengers)

๑ Contains: A pouty reader; Domestic fluff; a kiss or two

๑ Quick Note: Another spontaneous idea, haha. I was braiding my hair and got the idea that way, haha. (Part One)

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Ran chuckled as you continued to pout.

The way you were acting about his hair reminded him of a child being wary of a loved one because they changed their appearance. As funny as he found it, Ran found himself slightly disheartened as the two of you sat in bed together. How long would this last.

"Darling." Ran mumbled out for your attention. "Look at me, please."

You turn to look up at him. "Hm?"

Your sleepy doe eyes and pouty lips make him subtly melt and he moves to cup your cheek. "Pouty baby." He playfully chuckled, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your lips. He smiled into it before pulling aways, thrilled that you weren't so upset that you wouldn't kiss him back. Ran never knew what could happen if you were given time to stew on it.

"I know you're upset about not being able to braid my hair anymore." Your eyes flickered to where his hair used to sit against his shoulders. "But... What if I were to return the favor and braid yours?"

"Would you?" The smile on your lips and the light in your eyes could get Ran to agree to anything.

"Anything for you." He replied, pulling you into his lap without warning. You laughed as the man gave you a quick squeeze from behind before taking your hair in his hands.

Ran separated your hair into two halves before thirds to make the braids. He watched your shoulders slump forward as you were resisting to lean into him. Ran leaned forward to press a kiss to the vertebrae at the base of your neck.

Ran quickly got back to work, twisting the sections together. He had hoped to make the moment last, craving the intimacy of it, however, years of experience betrayed him. In the blink of an eye, the first braid was finished and he was tying it off and starting the second.

As his fingers toyed skillfully with your hair, Ran let his mind wander. He was caught between thriving under the domesticity and wondering how he managed to get so lucky to have you. Ran held you in such a high level of esteem that he would bet you were given to him by some divine force. All Ran had to do was find something good he'd done at some point in his past.

The second braid was tied off and Ran slid the twin braids over your shoulders, pulling you into him by your waist. Ran smiled at the way your fingers went to twirl the loose ends before you looked up at him with a bright smile. "Thank you, Ran." He revelled at the feeling of your lips against his chin.

"Of course, dove."

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x reader fluff #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani fluff #ran haitani x reader fluff #ran haitani drabble #ran haitani x reader drabble #bonten arc #bonten x reader #bonten!ran haitani #bonten!ran #bonten!ran haitani x reader #bonten!ran x reader

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moss-c0uch · 2 months

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our favorite jellyfish

#📼.data #started the bonten arc and #ugh #a lot goin on chat #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanart #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #bonten arc #fanart #digital fanart

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immanenteffigy · 3 months

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My piece for a 3 artists 1 base challenge that I did with some friends!

I've had a lot of Tokyo revengers emotions lately and the Bonten arc obliterated me

#art #my art #digital art #artist #tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #mikey #mikey tr #bonten #bonten arc #bonten mikey #sanzu haruchiyo #hajime kokonoi #kakucho #rin haitani #rindou haitani #just like their arms ya know #drug use #drugs

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salvatoreren · 10 months

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the way we should study how much the bonten arc had the whole fandom in a chokehold, LIKE THE POWER AND INFLUENCE IT HAD, THERE WAS NOT A DAY WHERE I DIDNT SEE A BONTEN EDIT, A FANART, PLAYLIST OR A MENTION OF IT

#life was so good then omg #bonten #bonten arc #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tr

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mochiswifey · 3 months

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TOKYO REV GAG

TAKEOMI: Do you have LINE?

Y/N: No, but you certainly have LINES. On your forehead.

TAKEOMI:

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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Car guy!Rindou who insist on fucking you on the hood of his car

Car guy!Rindou who takes you to drive in movies just to have you suck him off because he picked a movie he knew you'd hate.

Car guy!Rindou who brings you to races to show you off, hands roaming all around your body teasing any lingering eyes

Car guy!Rindou who definitely has lewd photos of you in the console, saying it helps him drive better

Car guy!Rindou who let's your panties hang by the mirror in his car when your having sex

Car guy!Rindou who always has you by his side when fixing up his car, telling you everything he's doing, he finds it adorable how confused you are but happily listen

#mouzees corner #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers bonten #rindou haitani #rindou smut #rindou scenarios #rindou oneshots #rindou x y/n #rindou x reader #haitani brothers #rindou tokyo revengers #bonten arc #bonten rindou

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nevermeyers · 2 years

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normal day at bonten headquarters

Sanzu: Must be hard not being able to laugh

Kakucho: I do have a sense of humor you know

Sanzu: I’ve never heard you laugh before

Kakucho: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

//Kokonoi aggressively pulling out a headache pill

#tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #kakucho hitto #haruchiyo sanzu #hitto kakucho #incorrect tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers incorrect quotes #bonten arc #bonten #@meyers

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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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