Mine | H.hj Series

wasted time | ran haitani

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pairings: bonten ran x ex fem!reader

length: (est. 75k) incompleted

Author's note: this is a work in progress with slow updates because of uni :( . but here's the taglist incase you want to be updated. enjoy reading !!

synopsis. you and ran broke up after a disagreement and never expected to see each other again years later.

content. exes to lovers, porn with plot, mutual pining, slow burn, love triangles, past unhealthy relationship, post break-up, angst, bonten!timeline

nsfw content. alcohol, weed & drugs, violence, gunplay (sanzu is uhhhhh...yeah), intoxication; nsfw/18+ only, minors do not interact: riding, face sitting, oral (m & f), ass play, mutiple orgasms (f), creampie, drunk sex, reader hires a male escort to get over ran, it flops, loads of flashbacks, sexting, ran and reader are manipulative to each other

CHAPTERS

001 — (6.3k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: drinking & alcohol, ran smokes a cigarette, in flashback; first meetings, strangers to friends; reader and ran have history, nostalgia

002 — (7.3k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: suggestive!ran in flashback; he teases reader a bit, ran also neglects reader a bit, communication issues, accused cheating , mentioned sexual content, explains past relationship dynamic a lil more

003 — (7.7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: mentioned drugs this chapter, implied blood and violence; sanzu gets caught with blood on his hands;

004 — (10.2k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: TW THIS CHAPTER!! gun violence; sanzu pulls a gun out on reader; profanity, reader gets knocked out in the head, sanzu shows reader picture with explicit imagery; decapition and amputation; heavy smut in flashback and slight angst

005 — (8.7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: ran takes you to the meeting with mikey, then fucks the shit out of you, office sex, fantazing, reader has a small argument with ran, in flashback ran is kinda maniuplative

006 — (7k)

content. nsfw, minors do not interact: infidelity/cheating, violence and blood; ran beats up shion till his face is bloody; ran and reader have a toxic mindset, jealousy, cigarettes, drinking/alcohol consumption, hanma slut-shames someone

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Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, lil angst

Word count: 1.6K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, mentioned panic attacks, non-graphic mentions of a snake eating

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

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Shinichiro nervously checked his watch, the numbers 7:32 flashing back at him like a slap in the face.

He arrived at the meeting spot at 6:50, not wanting to be late a second, fixing his hair and lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves, first only thinking you’ll be a couple of minutes late, no biggie.

But soon 7 p.m. turned into 7:10, then 7:20, and by that point, he was sure you just weren’t gonna show up, that it was just a way to mock him a little more, maybe to decimate his self-esteem entirely.

He already considered throwing the flowers Izana, Mikey and Emma picked for you into the trash and just going to get drunk with Takeomi, already imaging the mocking look on his friend’s face, but he decided to wait a little more, maybe until 8, then he will go wallow in self misery and alcohol and regretting every single life choice he has ever made.

Well, this has been soul-crushing, goodbye any and all self-respect.

“Hey! Lover boy!”

He of all things did not expect to look up and see you running, stopping right in front of him to bend at the waist and hold your side, taking deep, heavy breaths, looking like you’ll collapse.

“Fuck, I am so, so incredibly sorry, I had to drop my brother off at his friend’s but then he got a panic attack and I couldn’t just leave him like that and then there was traffic and-“

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, no worries,” Carefully patting your back, Shinichiro could not hide the way he perked up like a dog being promised a treat, “Is your brother okay? Do you need to go back?”

You came after all!

Shaking your head as you plopped down next to the water fountain, you buried your face in your hands, trying to steady your heartbeat, politely thanking Shinichiro when he handed you a water bottle.

“No, no, I asked him if he wants me to stay but he said to get my ass here, so yeah, he’s fine now, I went to drop him off at 5 so I’d be on time, couldn’t leave him alone, but some* motherfucker in the building was yelling and that set him off and-“

“It’s fine,” Smiling, Shinichiro sat down next to you, carefully settling the flowers by his side, “No need to explain yourself, don’t worry, just catch your breath.”

Nodding as you looked up at him with a smile, your eyes widened as you caught sight of his face, arm instinctively reaching out to ruffle his hair.

“Hey, you left your hair down!” Grinning, you ignored the way his ears flushed, “Also, you look nice. That shirt really suits you.”

“Well, you said I looked cute that way.” He shrugged, trying to play it off cool, as if you hadn’t already made him eat concrete, “And thanks, my little brother bullied me into wearing it- Oh, also, um- These are for you. My siblings helped pick them out.”

Carefully handing the flowers over to you, he felt his soul only slightly die at your confused face.

“Oh, thank you? Sorry, kinda awkward, never received flowers that weren’t from my brother before- Is it okay if I put them in my bag so I don’t lose them?“

Never mind, he suddenly got the desire to live again when you smiled shyly, a finger passing over the petal of one of the tiger lilies in the bouquet.

“Sure, I planned for us to go to an aquarium if that’s okay? I mean, that’s kinda childish now that I think about it, if you wanna go somewhere else that’s totally fine-”

A teasing grin spreading on your face made him stop his speech, his ears to flush a bright pink again as you pulled him up to his feet, standing so close he could feel your breath on his face.

“I would fucking love going to the aquarium and look at some fish.”

“Shin, this one kinda looks like you.”

Shinichiro’s eyes narrowed as he leaned down the observe the fish you were pointing at.

“It looks stupid and confused.”

You flashed him a mischievous grin.

“Exactly!”

“Wow. I’m feeling bullied right now.”

“You should. I am bullying you.”

“Mean. Come on, let’s go see the snakes.” Rolling his eyes, Shinichiro linked his arm with yours, dragging you towards the exhibit.

He half expected you to recoil and scowl at the sight of a large boa, apparently in the middle of a meal, but your eyes lit up like a little kid’s, clearly fascinated as you got a touch too close to the glass.

“You are a little too into watching that snake swallow a mouse alive.” Teasingly, Shin elbowed you, but you swatted at him, finally looking up at him, and he suddenly knew an aquarium was a good choice.

“I live with an 11-year-old kid, of course I think a snake eating a mouse alive is cool.” Sticking your tongue out to him, you let out a short laugh at his scandalised look.

“Oh yeah, been meaning to ask you, you said you had to leave him at a friend’s because no one could watch him?”

Shinichiro saw the way you tensed, slowly turning to face him fully, but he pushed on.

“Are your parents not in town or?”

You scratched the back of your neck, avoiding his gaze as you stared at the snake, deep in thought.

“We don’t live with our parents. They were kinda shitty so I took my brother and left.”

Shinichiro knew a nerve when he touched one. He tried to backtrack, but it seemed a little too late for that now.

“Oh! Oh my God, I’m so sorry-“

You shook your head, smiling softly.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.“

A beat of silence passed.

“Wanna go see the alligators so we can break this awkwardness?”

“Yes, yes, God, please.”

Laughing, you took his hand into yours, starting to talk about how you hoped they were feeding the alligators too, and for a second, he couldn’t help but grin at your childish glee.

“I swear to God, you seem like you never went to an aquarium before.”

Turning your head slightly to give him a look, your smile turned only a touch regretful.

Only a touch angry.

“I actually never did, so this is seriously an excellent date.”

“Ah. I’m glad.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?”

“Respectfully, I think I can handle myself more than you can.”

Shinichiro nodded with a small smile as the two of you stopped in front of his house.

“I really had fun today,” Taking a deep, long breath, Shinichiro nervously played with the lighter in his pocket, “I’d like it if we could do this again someday?”

Your smile was gentle as you nodded, opening your mouth to respond, but something caught your eye.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at the tan, white-haired teenager observing you through the window, a younger, blonde child tightly tucked into his arms as the other, equally young and blond child was perched atop his shoulders, all three staring, eyes narrowed.

For a second, you could swear you saw a fourth kid clinging to the teen’s back, but he was gone before you could really process it.

Raising an arm to wave, Shinichiro followed your line of sight, but the teen yanked the curtain closed before he could spot them.

He let out a groan, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

“Sorry, those are my siblings, little menaces. They were half convinced I made up I have a date.”

“Huh, tracks. Were you adopted? They’re all blond.”

Shinichiro gave you a look of utmost betrayal.

“Wow. I’d get it if this was coming from them, they gang up on me all the time anyway, but you? Seriously?”

You raised your arms up in defeat, allowing just a crack of a teasing smile to slip.

“Hey, just saying.”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“I should probably go in, they’ll have so many questions.”

“Oh, sure!” Leaning down to quickly kiss his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth, you grinned at the way his face flushed, “I had a good time too. See you soon, Sano Shinichiro!”

He waved back, waiting on you to turn a corner before storming into the house, on his way to find the little monsters and perhaps tell them off just a little.

And he did, caught them red fucking handed, innocently pretending to do anything but stalking him, Mikey still sat atop Izana’s shoulder as Emma at least tried to pretend to be asleep, face buried into Izana’s neck, but an eye peeking open betraying her.

Sighing, Shinichiro glared.

“Are you all done?”

“We weren’t sure that you weren’t hallucinating.” Izana had the audacity to shrug, Mikey nodding along.

“Or that it wasn’t just Wakasa in a wig.”

“I hate this house.”

Izana rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, you love us.”

Shinichiro let out a long, theatrical sigh, before ruffling the teen’s hair.

“I, unfortunately, really do.” Shinichiro’s eyes narrowed for just a second as he caught a flash of blue peeking from behind his brother, “Izana. Turn around.”

The teen did as asked, and as expected, Haruchiyo was there, holding onto Izana’s back like his life depended on it as he awkwardly turned his head to send Shin an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, Shin-nii.”

“It’s okay, Haru. I imagine they dragged you into this.”

“We did not!” Mikey complained, but Izana’s muttered ‘We did’ in no way helped his cause.

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a/n: won’t be able to update tomorrow bc i’ll be busy aS FUCK so posting early now to get it off my schedule, plus i really liked writing this chapter 🤧

(she’s) just a phase - m. fushiguro

he’s a guitarist that listens to puma blue, she’s having her brat summer and hooking up left and right, what could go wrong when the pair suddenly find themselves amidst of a dilemma containing a certain popular music app.

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pairing: megumi x f!reader

status: ongoing

tags/warnings: reader is a party girl, megumi is in a band, modern au, characters are aged up, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, smau, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, smoking, arguments, very slight angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

taglist: OPEN

yn style guide | megumi style guide | moodboard

megumi’s playlist | maneater station | tridant’s set list

INTRODUCTIONS: 365 party GIRLS💚 | bandmates (derogatory)

CHAPTER ONE: soundmates

CHAPTER TWO: babadook

CHAPTER THREE: lesbian digresser

CHAPTER FOUR: holy waters

CHAPTER FIVE: moon undah water

CHAPTER SIX: she’s my collar

CHAPTER SEVEN: like chernobyl?

CHAPTER EIGHT: choose your fighter!

CHAPTER NINE: i still hate you

CHAPTER TEN: swum baby

CHAPTER ELEVEN: flirting in space

CHAPTER TWELVE: sweet dreams, tn

CHAPTER THIRTEEN:

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* "SO I HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE GUYS FOR NO REASON?"

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a prequel & sequel to my fic; The F*ck List.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, obsession, possessiveness, hints of; stalking. kidnapping, violence, mentions of whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

❥ Chapters !

coming soon :)

MOONFLOWER — m.list

summary. hot girl cheerleader doing hot girl cheerleader things in college. that includes fucking your hot group project partner, having an art major become obsessed with you, finding out your boyfriend is a serial killer, and starting a cult with your serial killer boyfriend and incubus boyfriend.

pairings. geto x reader, geto x reader x gojo, nanami x reader

note. these can each be read as a standalone, but in my room can be read to understand duality better. if you’d like to read them all, they’re in chronological order to the timeline of this au!

: ̗̀➛ BURNING DESIRE — NANAMI K. TBA*

: ̗̀➛ DIET MOUNTAIN DEW — GETO S. TBA*

summary: while grieving the loss of his soulmate, suguru believes that he’ll never fall in love again—until he sets his eyes on you. ♡

no curses au, college au, stalking, male masturbation, nonconsensual picture taking, voyeurism, panty sniffing, obsession, geto-centric, mentions of grief, tags TBA

: ̗̀➛ IN MY ROOM — GETO S.

summary: you had excused your artist boyfriend’s absence until you’re given reason to believe that he may be cheating on you. blatant disrespect is something you won’t take, so you set off to off confront him. turns out, suguru is actually a murderer. all that matters is that he isn’t cheating ♡. 8k

no curses au, established relationship, brief descriptions of murder, blood, brief alcohol consumption, knife play, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, slapping, subspace, blood play, come eating, tw gojo

: ̗̀➛ DUALITY — GETO + GOJO

summary: a human cannot survive being with an incubus, and becoming more than a human involves things such as making deals with demons. you and suguru would do anything to be with your boyfriend, your shared love. nothing, or anyone else matters. it’s all in the name of romance and love. ♡ 17k.

no curses au, college au, poly relationship, incubus!gojo, blood, murder, violence, manipulation, gaslighting, switching, threesome, double penetration, creampie, power imbalances, descriptions of oral (male receiving), come eating, slapping, somnophilia, derealization, blood play, pain play kinda, breeding kink, cults, a lot of blood, mentions of cannibalism

satoru gojo icons | jjk

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Baby Steps

[Chapter 8] Gojo’s Boring Birthday

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

“I’m going to miss you so much, honey.” Your mother hugs you, careful not to hug the air out of you. She kisses your cheek before letting go. “Please tell me everything. Keep me updated about my grandbaby.”

“I will, mom.” You tell her. She waves at Satoru, who awkwardly waves back. You then look at your father who just stands by the doorway. Neither of you won’t say anything first. So you turn around and begin to walk to Satoru’s car. You hear your name which causes you to stop.

“Oh, honey.” You turn around and your father’s arms are wrapped around you. He’s on the edge of tears. You hug him back. “I’m sorry, honey. Please take care. I love you.”

“I love you too, dad.” You respond, unsure of how else to react to this sudden affection. You’re almost about to cry too– But you’re emotional all the time nowadays. You doubt the emotional will stop until after you have your baby.

“Keep me updated, okay? I want to know everything about my grandbaby.” He says, which almost makes a tear slip out, but you manage to keep it in. “And if you need something, even just a stupid craving, call me and I’ll get it for you.”

“Thank you, dad.” You reply, and he lets go. Your father waves at Satoru, who waves back. You walk back to the car, a bit happier than before. Really much happier than before.

You get into the passenger seat with a smile on your face, and it’s contagious because it makes Satoru smile as well.

-

You’re packing up stuff the 12th week of your pregnancy. Ecstatic to finally begin the second trimester of your pregnancy. Hearing that your nausea will begin to settle is certainly something to be excited about.

Tomorrow you’ll finally move into the apartment that Satoru is renting. A three-bedroom apartment, which you consider is way out of your price range. It has an amazing view of the city, which definitely raises questions as to what Satoru does.

“I told you to sit down and relax. I’ll pack everything up.” Satoru scolds you as he watches you put away some clothes. You’re pregnant, not terminally ill. Any other time you would’ve happily sat down and let him do everything, but you’re annoyed.

“Satoru-” You begin but he cuts you off. It’s like he can read your mind.

“You should just be relaxing.” He interrupts. Satoru is happier now more than ever with the small bump that’s barely visible. “Nugget won’t like that you’re making them exercise so early on.”

“Can we go out to eat?” You change the subject, hearing your stomach growl. “I’m craving some pizza.”

“Pizza? Isn’t that what we had for dinner last night?” Satoru questions and you furrow your eyebrows. How dare he question your craving? When he notices your face, he apologizes and is quick to suggest, “Do you want to go out? It’s pretty cold. It’s snowing too.”

“I want to take a breath of fresh air.” You answer. You walk to the bedroom to grab your purse, something bothering you in the back of your mind but you don’t know what. “I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

“Like what?” He asks. He knows what you’re forgetting, but it’s not a big deal so he won’t tell you.

“I don’t know… Today is December 7th… Kaya’s birthday isn’t this month. My parents’ birthday isn’t either…” You begin to think out loud as you walk back to Satoru. Satoru holds back a laugh, watching you get worked up over nothing. And he loves knowing that the reason you’re getting worked up is because of him. Even though you don’t consciously know it.

“It’s probably nothing important.” Satoru says, which immediately reminds you what it is. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, and he’s quick to hug you back.

“Happy birthday, ‘Toru.” You murmur, and he smiles. He’s about to thank you, but you speak before him, “What do you want to eat? It doesn’t have to be pizza.”

“It’s okay. My baby is craving pizza and I’ll get that for her.” He responds and you pull away. You stick out your bottom lip a bit before speaking,

“I told you it’s a he.” You say, and he chuckles. He brings his face down and pecks your lips. After leaving your parents’ home, Satoru has gotten extremely affectionate with you. You’re just as affectionate. You’re practically dating now. Both of you are happy with each other, or at least with the fact that you’re having a baby with each other.

“I wasn’t talking about that one.” He tells you, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Until you get it and roll your eyes, holding back a smirk at the same time. “But let’s get you pizza. It sounds good.”

“Are you sure? It is your birthday and I want to make sure you eat well.” You ask and he nods with a smile on his face. Sure, maybe pizza doesn’t sound ideal, but you and his baby want pizza so he’ll budge in.

“As long as we get cupcakes later.” He responds. 

“A carrot cupcake does sound good.” You comment as you put on your coat.

“Carrot cupcake? I thought it was yucky?” Satoru replies, and it’s evident in his voice that he’s trying not to laugh.

“Shut up or I won’t give you a birthday present.”

-

“I’m stuffed.” You share, putting your hand over your belly, barely being able to walk. You’re walking to Satoru’s car, which seems like a mile away. “Can’t you just pick me up here.”

“C’mon, walking is good for you.” Satoru says as if it’s something that you don’t know. You finally get to the car, and he opens the passenger door for you. You get into the car, and you pull out your phone. It’s still so early, and you don’t want Satoru to remember his first birthday with you as a boring day that he spent packing everything up.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” You tell him when he gets in the car and he raises his eyebrow. He tilts his head as he looks at you.

“Where?” He questions, and you shrug. You don’t have a place in mind. Nowhere at all. “It’s really cold out, it’s best if we stay in. Plus we’re moving tomorrow.”

“Let’s do something else, Toru. It’s your birthday.” You remind him, but that doesn’t change anything for him. It’s just another normal day for him. The fact that 21 years ago today he was born, doesn’t really change anything. But it seems to change things up for you.

His birthday has always been a big deal for everyone else, and he’s never understood it. Maybe when his baby is born he’ll understand the significance of birthdays, but not now. “It’s fine. We can just stay in.”

“Oh c’mon! Staying in and packing up all that shit just sounds tedious." You continue, and he just ends up chuckling. Arguing is a losing bet. He ends up agreeing that you two should do something else. “How about we- I have no idea.”

“Are you down for dessert?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“After dinner! I’m so full right now.” You answer, and now you both hum as you think about what to do.

“Maybe you can give me my birthday present.” He suggests but you shake your head. Satoru purses his lips together. “How about we- We- Um- I’ve got nothing.”

“How about we-”

“Can we just go home? Please. I’m really cold out here. We can just watch a movie or something.” He suggests, and you end up nodding. For some reason your eyes tear up. Maybe his voice is too harsh, or the way he worded things was too mean. Or the fact that you’re trying to do something for his birthday and neither of you can think of anything– Point is, you’re sensitive and about to cry. He sees your teary eyes and is quick to apologize, “Oh, I- I didn’t mean it. We can do whatever you want.”

“No- No, it’s fine.” You sniffle, trying your best to not begin bawling your eyes out. You’ve never been so sensitive in your life before.

“We can go-” He begins but you cut him off.

“Let’s watch the movie. I’m sorry.” You begin to turn away so he doesn’t see the tears that are streaming down your face.

“Don’t apologize, let’s just-” He tries to comfort you, but you’re not listening. You’re crying and sniffling.

“Let’s go home, Satoru!” You raise your voice, and he starts the car. He begins to drive back to your apartment.

-

After calming down, you both watch a movie that Satoru was interested in watching. One that nearly made you fall asleep. Although you both were cuddling in bed, and Satoru’s warmth was nearly enough to make you fall asleep, the movie isn’t the only factor that makes you fall asleep. While you’re almost falling asleep, Satoru caresses your back, his eyes focused on the TV.

His phone rings, and he’s quick to pick it up without checking the number. His eyes roll when he hears the annoying little voice, “What do you want, Megumi?”

Satoru’s voice certainly wakes you up. The voice doesn’t match the background noise, so it makes you conscious again. You shut your eyes though, hearing he’s on a phone call. “Megumi, I gave you and Tsumiki enough money for the month. Leave me alone.”

Questions arise as you hear Megumi and Tsumiki. Who could they possibly be? Just the thought of who they are makes you nauseous. “Look, I can’t right now. I’m on a mission. Yeah yeah yeah. Brat.”

“Oh- I can’t hear you- You’re breaking up-” Satoru begins until he finally hangs up the phone. He focuses back on the movie again, until you raise your head and look at him. He smiles when he sees you, “Oh, you’re awake. Do you want me to change the movie?”

“No, it’s fine.” You answer. You sit up, trying to stop yourself from puking. You begin to take deep breaths. You hadn’t noticed how dark it got outside. It’s late. “God, I don’t think I’ll be able to give you your birthday gift.”

“Huh? Which was?” He asks, completely clueless.

“Guess.” You reply, but he shakes his head in response. Completely clueless. “Since I had forgotten to give you an actual gift, I was going to give you head.”

“Head…? Oh- Oh! No, don’t worry about it.” He says. He pats down the pillow next to him. He sure has gotten comfortable considering he’s only slept over one night. “I didn’t remind you about my birthday because I didn’t think it was necessary. I really don’t care for gifts.”

“I don’t know- I still could’ve done something for you.” You tell him as you lay back down. You’re so tired, ready to actually fall asleep. A yawn escapes your mouth before asking, “You still want to get cupcakes?”

“Maybe you can do it when you feel better.” Satoru suggests. He does love the idea of getting a blowjob from you, but he definitely won’t force you. Especially when you’re not feeling well. “Please rest.”

“I’m sorry your birthday was boring.” You comment, and he chuckles. He wouldn’t call it boring per say. More eventful than anything he’s done in the past years. “Our baby is gonna have an old fart as his dad.”

“Old fart?” He laughs. It completely slipped his mind that his next birthday he’ll have a little buddy to celebrate it with. A little family with you included, of course. That’s nice. 

Maybe you found the day boring, but his birthday was perfect. He couldn’t think of a more perfect way of spending his birthday than with the woman who’s making him a father.

“Did you know the baby is the size of a lemon?” He asks, and it makes the faintest smile appear on your lips. He tells you the size of the baby weekly.

“That’s nice to know, Toru.” You respond. The noise of the movie is, once again, the only audible sound in the room.

Your mind begins to drift, however, you keep thinking of one thing. Two people. Tsumiki and Megumi.

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the boyfriendification of ran haitani

a/n: 18+!!!! nsfw!!! this is exactly what it sounds like. i've been trying to write this for DAYS and HERE SHE IS tbh i could've gone on forever ran has moved into my brain and is living completely rent free please somebody get him OUT of there!!!

content: alcohol / drinking, smoking, fingering, nipple play, spanking, sex!!, maybe a little bit of misogyny? kinda?? some of the boys sanzu talk about girls a little crazy oy

word count: 7,114

it wasn’t the first time you’d been to octagon. your friends had dragged you to the fancy, new nightclub downtown for its opening weekend and had fallen in love with the gaudy atmosphere. they had gotten into the habit of splurging on a night out there whenever one of you was in need of a pick-me-up. a pick-me-up in the form of a lux night surrounded by rich assholes, bottle service, and flashing lights, of course. so no, it wasn't your first time at octagon, but it was, however, the first time you’d been bent over the counter top in its single stall bathroom while a gorgeous stranger took you from behind. definitely a first.

from the moment he'd locked eyes with you from his table across the dance floor, you wanted him. you had found him incredibly handsome, especially compared to the usual slimeballs that frequented the place. it wasn't a secret that most men went to octagon with the hope of their private table and bottle upon bottle of top shelf liquor being enough to win the attention and company of beautiful women, regardless of how old or gross they were themselves.

ran haitani was neither old nor gross. he seemed to be in his late twenties, tall and slim, with a cigarette danging from his lips. he held himself in a way that said i know i'm better than everyone here and it is fucking hilarious. he had an amused look on his sharp, angular face that never seemed to shake. he watched you with calculating eyes, as if deciding if you were worth the chase. and you were enough shots into the night that you decided to flirt and wink back at him, shaking your ass in his direction for just a moment before turning back to your friends to tease him. when two enormous hands firmly gripped your waist, you knew it was him. you allowed him to run his greedy hands up and down your sides, arousal beginning to pool in your panties as he danced closer to you. as you arched your back, you were met with the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your ass while those massive hands pulled you flush against him. the size of him nearly made your mouth water. it wasn’t much longer before his whiskey scented breath was hot at your cheek, a sensual rumble of a voice tickling your ear, “can we go somewhere to be alone?”

next thing you knew, you were locked in the bathroom, stuffed full of this man’s veiny length. one of his hands had tightened around your throat. the other came down onto your ass cheek with a sharp slap every so often, making you yelp. you could barely hear your own cries of pleasure over the booming bass of the dance music just outside the door. ran was pounding into you at a pace that made your legs wobble. thankfully, he had you pressed against the counter with a hand gripping your hip for support. the hand around your neck released to take a fist full of your hair and drag you up against his chest. “you’re so fucking tight,” he growls in your ear. “how’d i get this lucky? didn’t even wanna go out tonight but here i am with this tight fucking pussy squeezing the shit out of my dick.” you can’t take your eyes off the pornographic scene taking place in the mirror in front of you as he continues thrusting up into you.

ran is watching too, and he's desperate to see more of you. he uses his free hand to hike your dress up even higher until it’s bunched up at your stomach. you're completely exposed, tits bouncing freely, soiled panties pushed aside to make way for the intrusion into your slick heat. his size is making it impossible to stay quiet. you’re moaning and whimpering with every thrust as the head of his thick cock bruises your cervix. the pain and pleasure have become one and between that and the alcohol you’re feeling like you’re floating.

the way you’re wrapped so tightly around him, pussy swallowing him up completely and dragging him back in each time he pulls almost all the way out of you, ran can't get enough. he’s watching you hungrily as your mouth hangs open, a constant string of curse words and cries streaming out. his eyes lock onto the place where he’s disappearing inside you, the place dripping with your arousal and making a mess all down your thighs and onto his dark pants.

"tell me how good you feel, baby," his face is next to yours, talking to your reflection in the mirror. "s-so good," you sputter. sweat and tears have ruined your makeup and you look absolutely wrecked. it's fuckin beautiful, ran thinks. "lemme hear youuu," he whines, grin only growing. "come onnn. tell me you love this." "i love it, i really love it, fuck." it's not a lie, either. you can't remember ever being fucked like this in your entire life. he's hitting deeper than any guy you've ever been with, and with a girth that's stretching you to the point of almost being painful. but you love it, you really do.

you watch in silent desperation as one of his hands starts to snake down your thigh, long fingers beginning to circle your clit. the added stimulation has you screaming, orgasm approaching like a bullet train. "scream my fuckin name," he orders, teasing voice taking on just a hint of sternness. "ran."

you did as you were told, repeating his name over and over, louder and louder, drowning out the sound of his balls slapping against you, nearly matching the volume of the music outside. "that's right," he laughs, fingers speeding up as he feels your walls tense around him. "cum on this cock, gorgeous. let me hear you." you do, hard, eyes practically rolling back in your head. you cry out his name just as he had told you to, a few swears following as his hands grab onto your waist and starts forcing your hips down to meet his thrusts. he's groaning now, the way your orgasm has you fluttering around him bringing on his own orgasm. you feel the heat as he fills the condom deep inside you, arms caging you in as he grips the counter for support. he bucks his hips up a couple more times– both of you making desperate sounds at the overstimulation– and pulls out. he trashes the condom and tucks himself back into his boxers.

your knees threaten to buckle under you so you turn quickly to lean back against the counter for support. he laughs, leaning close to kiss you for what feels like the very first time that night. it's sloppy and a little rough, tasting like whiskey and cigarettes, but for some reason it exhilarates you. he pulls away and cocks his head to one side.

"what's your name, pretty little thing?"

you tell him and he grins, repeating it back to you slowly, savoring each sound. "you have got the absolute tightest, juiciest pussy i've ever put my dick in."

you wince a bit at his lewd words and how casually he's said them. you mumble a slightly sarcastic thanks and start to adjust your clothes, pulling the straps of your dress back over your shoulders, tugging the hem down to where it belongs. he watches you with amusement, that same smirk still on his lips. you wet a paper towel and lean in close to the mirror to try and wipe away your smudged makeup. when you turn back to ran you see him slipping your phone into your purse.

"hey!" you startle him but he just as quickly regains his usual expression. "what are you–"

"i'd really like to do this again," he cuts you off, checking something on his own phone with a satisfied smile. "pleasure meeting you." he tips your head up and kisses you once. you watch in stunned silence as he unlocks the bathroom door and exits. you catch a glimpse of a line that has formed just outside.

"oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me," a voice groans seeing ran exit.

"someone sounds jealous!" a laugh follows ran's words.

when the door shuts again, you lock it quickly and pull your phone from your bag to see what he'd done. your screen lights up revealing that he had sent a text, presumably to himself. the message simply reads, "best fuck i've ever had"

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despite sending it to himself, it's weeks before ran uses your number. you had almost started to believe he would never actually text. which wasn't the worst thing in the world. sure, it had actually been the best fuck of your life, but you had decided that fucking strangers wasn't something you were into anymore. shortly after you'd met ran, you'd hooked up with a friend of a friend after a night out, and it had been one of the least sexy encounters you'd ever had. and then, a few weeks after that, sex with a guy from a dating app had ended with him crying on top of you, realizing he wasn't over his ex. yeah, hooking up with strangers was proving to be a dead end.

you were confident in your decision to stay away from all that. even when a text came through from an unsaved number, the only other message ever exchanged with it being best fuck i've ever had. ran.

remember me? :)

you stare at the message for a few seconds and locked your phone. you had just sat down in the corner of your favorite cafe with a latte and your laptop to get some work done and you weren't going to let mr. best fuck i've ever had derail your productive morning.

ignoring me? my feelings are hurt!

the message alarms you just a little. but before you can wonder how he knew you were ignoring him intentionally, you receive another text.

mind if i join you?

you look up as a looming presence arrives at the seat across from you. it's ran, looking just as you remember, maybe even more handsome than in your memory, now that you were looking at him with sober eyes. "so?" he smirks, quirking an eyebrow. you nod, motioning politely to the chair and he sits.

he's wearing a suit, or half of one. he's got on a crisp white button down and slacks with the jacket slung over his arm. the clothes fit him perfectly, every stitch and fold falling just where it should as if they were tailored just for him. which they probably were. over the collar of his shirt peeks the top of a tattoo that adorns his throat. you wonder why you hadn't noticed it back at the club. it was pretty hard to focus on anything other than his cock. you banish the thought from your mind. that was behind you. with his polished appearance, his hidden tattoos, and knowing smile, ran exudes an overwhelming aura of power and wealth. it's a bit intimidating.

"fuck, do i feel lucky to have run into you," he settles back in his chair, eyeing you mischievously. "what are you working on?" you notice his gaze on your laptop. "emails," you say simply, stupidly. he's hard to have a conversation with, you can't stop thinking about that word: intimidating.

"nothing urgent, i hope?" he sips his coffee, deep violet eyes flickering, hinting that there was more to the question.

you just stare back at him, waiting for it. "if you're free, why don't you come back to my place? it's really close to here."

"i'm not free," you reply evenly. "i told you, i'm working."

"oh, come on," he rolls his eyes petulantly. "you'd rather send emails than come with me and get the best dick of your life again?" you look away from him and open your computer, "sorry, i'm not interested."

he shuts your laptop with one large hand, leaning across the table toward you, "i don't believe you." his tone is still pleasant and lighthearted as it seems to always be, but he's clearly not used to hearing an answer that isn't yes. "you were begging for me at the club. don't you remember?"

"i do but–" you open your computer again and he shuts it abruptly. "i'm really not like that."

“like what?" his tone is changing, it's patronizing, belittling, an attempt to coax a yes out of you. "a horny little slut telling me how much she loved getting her tight fuckin hole filled in the bathroom of that club?”

"you got lucky," you bite back. "we're not in a club, now. i'm not fucked up, and i'm not just hooking up with you because you look good in a suit."

"you think i look good?" his smile grows, mocking.

“whatever, ran," you start to collect your things, suddenly frustrated. he'd shown up and interrupted your day, expecting you to just drop everything to go fuck him. not this time. "think what you want, but if you're really trying to fill this tight little hole again, it definitely won’t be like this.” you turn to walk away leaving him completely stunned and surprisingly aroused...

you're just starting down the sidewalk outside when the bell on the cafe's door chimes again behind you. ran's hand circles your wrist and pulls you to a stop abruptly. he turns you toward him.

"fine," his jaw is tight. "i'll play along. what do you want me to do? get you fuckin flowers or some shit?"

it's your turn to feel smug. as powerful as he seemed, as he carried himself to appear, there had clearly been a shift in the dynamic. the subtle annoyance you'd caused in the world's most easygoing man was thrilling. you felt like the ball was suddenly in your court.

"let’s get dinner."

"buy me dinner first," he mocks, putting on a high pitched voice.

"you’re the one begging to fuck me," you remind him sharply.

he quiets. “fine."

you're shocked he's agreed but try not to show it on your face.

"8?" he continues. "i’ll pick you up."

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the sight outside your apartment stuns you into silence. ran, dressed in a dress shirt and slacks, the shirt looser and more stylish than the one he'd had on at the coffee shop, smoking a cigarette leaned against the hood of his car. with the first few buttons of his shirt undone you can see his tattoo clearly. just below his collarbone are a few dark swirls of ink, telling you there are more tattoos on his chest. you briefly wonder what they look like, what they mean.

he flicks his cigarette butt into the gutter before his eyes come to rest on you as you approach. the corner of his mouth curls up in a grin but he says nothing. "i didn't expect you to drive a batmobile," you say simply, gesturing to the sleek black car. ran laughs, loose and genuine. the sound somehow calms your nerves. "it's a bugatti. batmobile prob'ly woulda been cheaper, though." you laugh, surprised at his humor. but much to your disappointment, the car ride that follows is relatively silent.

the restaurant ran has chosen is a steakhouse, one of the finest in the city you learn from a quick google search as you exit the car. he hands the keys to the valet and you can barely make out a whispered threat of what he'll do if anything happens to his precious car. you watch a wave of fear wash over the young man as ran claps him on the back dismissively. "you scared him," you frown. "good," ran says casually. "that car costs more than he'll make in his entire life." you call him a number of mean names in your head. great date so far.

ran gives his name at the front, the host looking just as fear stricken as the valet as he leads the two of you to a table in a bustling VIP room. you sit down, eyes flitting from table to table, observing the other kinds of people with the same reservation privileges as ran. older men and women in expensive suits and cocktail dresses laughing and drinking wine, middle aged business men celebrating closed deals, and a handful of other couples enjoying each other on dates. "i hope you eat meat," ran smiles briefly.

the rest of the night passes with no more than 20 words exchanged between you. your displeasure is growing with each time ran checks his watch or rolls his eyes at you. as your plates are cleared, ran refills both your glasses of wine. you've convinced yourself you're calling a taxi home after this glass. you'd enjoy an expensive meal paid for by this mysterious, exorbitantly rich man and leave with your dignity in tact. you weren't going home with him, not after this pitiful attempt at a date.

"somethin wrong?" he asks with a patronizing tilt of his head.

"no," you lean in. "just wondering why you're choosing to be so insufferable."

ran's eyes narrow the slightest bit, "what ever could you mean, darlin?"

"you're acting like a child. i get that getting to know someone before fucking them is a brand new concept to you, but it's what we agreed on–"

"i agreed to dinner," he corrects, raising his glass to his lips. you want to reach across the table and slap the grin from his face.

"right, a dinner so i could get to know you," you're speaking through gritted teeth. "that was my only request, because i don't want to fuck a stranger–"

"honey, you already fucked a stranger and, if i remember correctly, you fucking loved it."

you blink back at him making a move to grab your purse.

"aww, come on," he chuckles. the sound feels like a punch to the gut.

his hand closes around yours on the table, his grip almost too tight. you look up at him, ready to protest, when you see that his eyes are dark, warning you not to leave. "i'm sorry. really. put down your bag."

for the first time all night there's not a hint of teasing in his voice. the sudden authenticity startles you enough to keep you in your seat. your eyes can't seem to unglue themselves from his. you feel your hand release your clutch, shoulders relaxing. the remaining shred of control you'd felt earlier in the day was completely overwhelmed by his commanding gaze. the tone of the evening had shifted.

"what do you want to know about me?" he asks, his usual smile back on his lips. his hand is still holding yours, thumb stroking over the back delicately.

there are a million things you want to know, each question seeming more important than the one before it as they bubble in your brain. you decide on something simple.

"what's your last name?"

his smile widens, "good question, baby. haitani."

"and what do you do?"

instead of answering, he takes out his phone and unlocks it. he hands it over to you on a new internet tab, "google me."

you hesitate but he seems insistent. ran haitani. search.

the first thing to come up are pictures of him. paparazzi shots, professional headshots, press photos at company events, something resembling a mugshot.

under the pictures are a list of links to articles mentioning his name. you gulp, trying to conceal your reaction to the headlines, and probably doing a terrible job of it.

"bonten inc. executive ran haitani could face criminal charges"

"ran haitani: genius business mogul or nefarious mob boss?"

"police commissioner assures no links found between bonten inc. and citywide gang activity following investigation"

"haitani brothers acquitted of charges following month long trial"

your mind had chosen to analyze the new information quite calmly. he was an executive of a huge company. that explained the money, the clothes, the attitude. gang activity. criminal charges. mob boss. you remembered the look of terror in the faces of the valet and the restaurant host. now that you thought about it, you had even seen it from other patrons when they risked a peek over to your table.

blame it on being naive, but for some reason, you didn't feel afraid of him. you pass his phone back wordlessly, noticing how carefully he was watching your face for some kind of reaction. "learn anything good?" he asks, sliding the phone back into his pocket.

you nod, "you have a brother."

his brows draw together for a moment, scrutinizing your expressionless face. you barely last another moment before you both burst out laughing. ran isn't sure why your reaction has him feeling so delighted, but it does. googling his name had been meant as a mean trick, a surefire way to terrify you and run you out of the restaurant. so for you to react with a joke of your own... had he met his match? he feels his cock twitch in his tight pants.

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once all ran's cards are on the table, the whole night inexplicably shifts. you stay there much longer with him, actually talking, finishing the expensive bottle of wine he'd gotten together. a newfound passion seems to overtake ran as he tells you more about what he does (in slightly vague terms, for obvious reasons). even more surprising is how the things you tell him fascinate him, your world being so starkly different from his. it's intoxicating, the way you light up as you speak, hands gesturing and eyes sparkling. he thinks it's perfect that you work for a non-profit– something to do with helping kids in need– because after these few hours of being in your presence, he knows he'd donate millions if you asked.

"we should probably get going...?" you mumble when you notice that most of the diners have disappeared. ran feels a pang of disappointment, realizing the night may be nearing its end. what you see, though, is a casual smile and a nod as he stands up and offers you his arm. clinging to him, you let him lead you out of the restaurant. as you stand beside him waiting for the valet to get his car, he wraps his hand around yours wordlessly. the gesture is so small, so sweet, you wonder if he had even done it intentionally. nonetheless, you feel giddy, however out of character it was for him.

"how'd i do?" he asks quietly. you're not sure what to make of the question. "how was tonight?"

you try to hold back your smug smile. "well, you definitely don't feel like such a stranger anymore." he laughs, a soft exhale. you squeeze his hand to get him to look at you. "aren't you going to invite me back to your place?"

he gives in to the urge to kiss you, large hands cupping your cheeks, holding you in place as he bends to press his lips to yours. "you're a fuckin tease," he mumbles against your lips, making you giggle. "shut up and take me home," you smirk. the car pulls up and ran is feeling triumphant. he slaps a hundred dollar bill into the valet's hand, "thanks, man. g'night." the guy looks shocked to be receiving such a large bill, especially from someone who had threatened to gouge his eyes out with car keys just hours earlier.

"that was very generous," you note, once you're both inside the cavernous vehicle. "i'm in a good mood," he shrugs, smiling out at the road. the car zooms out of the parking lot with a roar, ran driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

as you pull through the guard gate and descend down the winding tunnel to the underground parking lot of ran's place, you start to giggle. ran glances over at you as you try to contain yourself. he gives your thigh a squeeze, "what's so funny?" you shake your head dismissively. pulling into his parking spot, he cuts the engine and turns to face you. another devilish giggle slips out and you know you have to spill.

sheepishly, you place your hand over his on your leg, tracing nervous circles onto the back of it. "fuck me here. in the batmobile."

"shit," ran snorts out a laugh, already pulling you over the center console and onto his lap. "whatever you say, baby."

as soon as you're straddling his hips, he slides the hem of your dress up your thighs, letting it bunch up at your hips and reveal your lacy black panties. "pretty," he grins, knuckles running over your clothed slit. "d'ya wear these just for me? pictured me taking em off you?" you whimper, already turned on by his feather-light touches and teasing words. as you fumble with ran's belt, his massive hands have each one of your tits in their grip, squeezing hard. "fuck," he breathes, finding the zipper at the nape of your neck and tugging it down. you slide your arms out of the straps so that ran can peel the bodice down toward your stomach, revealing your tits to him in their lacy confines. "look at these!" he sounds overjoyed, giving them another squeeze. he pulls the cups of your bra down at the same time. he meets your eyes before giving each of your nipples a firm pinch. you whimper, eyebrows furrowing. "aww, sensitive, huh?" he fakes sympathy, pinching again, harder. he rolls the hardening buds between his thumbs and forefingers, "i feel fucking cheated. i didn't get to play with these gorgeous tits last time. what do you have to say for yourself, hmm?"

you moan as his lips wrap around one nipple, fingers twisting and rubbing the other. "s-sorry," you whine. "sorry's fuckin right," he says, mouth full of your breast. as he releases it with a wet pop to move to the other side, his hand comes up between your parted legs. as he suckles at your nipples, fingertips nudge themselves under the fabric of your underwear. "please. touch me." in response he presses his slender middle finger into your already dripping hole. a second finger follows closely after. his thumb presses down firmly on your clit, running over it slickly using the arousal that's leaking around his fingers and pooling into his palm. "you're fuckin filthy," ran's tone makes it sound like something between a praise and an insult. "listen to how wet you are already. you just love havin somethin fuckin in and outta this little cunt, huh?" you nod desperately, burying your face in his neck as the squelching sounds of his fingers in your pussy fill the car.

a sharp slap comes down on your ass cheek and knocks the wind out of you. "take my cock out, baby. want you to see how fuckin hard i am feelin you leakin all over my fuckin hand." you had almost forgotten you'd started to unbutton his pants, before he'd shoved his fingers into you, that is. he spanks you again and you yelp, "too hard!" he chuckles darkly, but still presses a kiss to your temple and mumbles out a "sorry, baby." you finally get his fly down and he lifts his hips to help you tug his pants and boxers down to his thighs. his cock stands upright, angry red tip resting against the firm muscles of his stomach. because he'd taken you from behind in the club, you hadn't actually gotten a good look at his member. the size of it was shocking. "it fit?" you ask in disbelief. he strokes your cheek, smiling at you with amusement, "'course it did. you were such a good girl for me. gonna be a good girl again?"

you respond by lifting your hips and positioning yourself over his length. your hands grip his shoulders for support. he holds your waist in one hand and the base of his cock in the other. he runs the tip between your lips a few times, your arousal coating the head and running down his shaft. finally, he pulls you down, tip pushing inside your clenching hole. the stretch is a million times more intense when you're on top, you decide. as ran sheaths himself inside you in one swift motion, you feel as if the air has been stolen from your lungs.

before you've caught your breath, he's lifting you back up and slamming you down again. you can't help the yells, whimpers, and moans that fill the tiny space around you two. you drop your head to his shoulder as he thrusts his hips up into you. he takes your tits into his mouth again, "fuckin obsessed with your body. you feel so good, baby." something possesses you to say it back, "fuckin obsessed with your cock." the words send him into a frenzy. his hips speed up, the sound of skin on skin getting louder and more frequent as he pistons into your hole. you cling to him, fingernails leaving crescent shapes where they've dug into his skin.

ran pants an order, "touch yourself. wanna feel you cum on my cock." your fingers rub around your clit, bringing you even closer to the edge. "fuck, ran," you whimper, all the sensations becoming too much. "louder." "ran! fuck, oh my god, ran!"

you see stars as your high hits like a freight train. you're barely aware of how tightly your walls have clenched around ran, how they've drawn out his release, milking him of every last drop. he makes no move to pull out, simply lets himself soften while buried deep within your cunt. but you wiggle your hips, too sensitive to have him there much longer. "tsk," he shakes his head in fake disappointment and lifts you off of him. he keeps you in his lap, though, wrapped up in his long arms. he reaches into the back seat, grabbing the suit jacket he'd had on earlier in the day. you almost blush as he drapes it over your shoulders. you kiss him in thanks. the kiss turns into a few more kisses and soon you're straddling him again, looking into his face.

"was it really so bad?" you ask, teasing. "going on a date?" he lets his head loll back as your lips leave a trail of kisses from his collarbone up to his jaw. "not bad with you," he turns his head and catches your lips with his. he grips your ass in his hands to pull you closer. "and not after this." "worth it, right?" you giggle against his mouth. "i might even consider doing it again." your tiny gasp makes him laugh. "yeah, yeah," he chuckles. "whatever." cradling his face in your hands, you smile devilishly. "if you agree to another date, maybe we can go upstairs and do this again," you whisper in his ear. "fuck. deal."

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"alright," sanzu calls attention to himself, a bit too loudly as usual, as he walks into the room. "strip club. on west 44th street. i bought it."

"you said you would and you did," koko nods, impressed. "good for you."

"thank you!" the pink haired man points at his colleague triumphantly. "we're celebrating the new ownership tonight, and i want you all there. got it?" the other bonten execs agree, nodding or chiming in from around the room.

"ra-a-an," sanzu sing songs, noticing his colleague's lack of a response. "complimentary lap dance from the bitch with the tittie piercings if you show up tonight. i know she's your favorite."

"pass," ran calls around a cigarette, absorbed in whatever he was doing on his laptop.

"you can't pass, dick, it's a big night!" sanzu retorts, clearly offended.

"i'm seeing someone tonight."

rindou scoffs and ran throws him a look.

“you’re fuckin pussy whipped, idiot,” rin rolls his eyes.

"no way," sanzu scoffs. "no way you're seeing that same fuckin girl."

ran is silent, he continues trying to drown out sanzu's voice. the truth is, he was still seeing the same girl. it had been nearly four months since you and ran had met at the club and, as out of character as it was for him, he hadn't been with anyone else. hadn't even thought about it. he really didn't mind going on dates with you, enjoyed them even. in the last couple weeks he'd even started trying to choose some of the outings so you wouldn't have to plan them all. unlike most of his past flings, you were worth seeing again. and again, and again, and again. he liked being in your company, had grown to enjoy and long for the times you got to spend together, even fully clothed.

ran was definitely not "boyfriend material" in the traditional sense. he'd never considered that he could ever be a relationship guy. his job was dangerous and demanding. it ran the risk of pulling him away at a moment's notice and keeping him off the grid for long periods of time with no explanation. it had shaped him into the man you met at the club, a man of strip clubs, hookers, and, yes, getting his dick wet with random girls in club bathrooms.

with you, ran had it all. someone to confide in, someone to be intimate with, someone that gave him a reason to make his free time non-bonten time. it had been less than 24 hours after your first date at the steakhouse that he had realized how fucking good and different it felt to be around you. after years of the same shit with bonten or all the gangs that came before it, of course he was going to pursue this new possibility.

sanzu takes ran's silence as an answer, "fuck, ran, is it??" he howls with laughter. “did you go soft on us, man? got wifed up and lost your edge or some shit?”

“first, shut the fuck up. second, you would be doin the exact same fuckin thing if you knew how tight that shit is.” the regret for his words comes instantly.

“alright, then help me understand,” sanzu teases. “you plannin on sharin with the class?”

something ugly starts to boils deep in ran’s stomach. he's never once felt this sort of annoyance– the kind that borders on genuine anger– while simply joking with the boys. he wanted to abruptly end the conversation, didn’t want a single other person thinking about his girl and her pretty lips and tight little body and perfect fuckin cunt anymore or ever again. it was for him, him only. he wanted to swing at sanzu, knock him out of his fucking chair and leave the room. but where the fuck was that coming from? it didn't feel like ran at all.

so ran pushes the feelings down and does as normal ran would, diverting sanzu's attention away from his changing persona and the woman who had caused it, away from his clearly shifted views on women, sex, himself. he snorts a laugh and mumbles a pompous, “you fuckin wish.”

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a few more weeks go by and ran has successfully managed to avoid any further mentions of you with the bonten guys. he's more careful following the conversation with sanzu and, luckily, the topic doesn't come up again.

he's watching you intently from the bed as you brush your teeth in his bathroom. smiling to himself, he marvels at how differently your relationship has turned out from what he'd expected. it was like no other relationship ran had ever had, if you could even call his past conquests relationships at all... there was a private desire to always make you happy, keep you smiling. a constant need to make sure you were kept safe, far from bonten, its executives, and all its business. it had been such a drastic shift in him. honestly, ran couldn't remember the last girl he'd even saved in his phone with a name before you.

you meet his eyes in the mirror and grin at him. "who's got you smiling like that?" he calls, motioning you toward him. you pad across the room, climbing onto the bed and settling into his open arms. he holds you tightly against his bare chest, kissing your forehead fondly. you chuckle, "hey, when did you get so sweet, huh?" "m'not sweet," he says through a grin, squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger and pecking your lips. "i'm a nefarious mob boss." you laugh at the epithet– your favorite from the tabloid articles about him– that had become something of an inside joke between the two of you. he can't help but join in your laughter, delighted just by seeing you so giddy.

a loud ding sounds from the nightstand and ran reaches across you to grab his phone. "what's wrong?" you ask when his brow furrows at the screen. "someone's at the door..." he clicks the notification and it brings him to the live video feed from his doorbell. there's a man smiling and waving into the camera, like a batman villain. his long hair is dyed pale pink, his mouth bookended by even lighter pink scars. "oh, you've gotta be fuckin' kidding," he grumbles.

"is it work?" your voice is tight. he realizes he's worried you and he hates it. kissing your forehead once more before getting to his feet, he reassures you that it's nothing, "i'll get rid of him in two minutes. promise."

before he leaves his bedroom he sends a stern look your way, "stay in here. okay?" you nod obediently and he moves through the penthouse toward the front door. "i'm off the fuckin clock," you hear him say as soon as the door has been yanked open. your eyes widen at the change in his tone. cold, all business.

"good news and bad news," sanzu is breathing heavily. "i got that info about the police raid. bad news is, it was not easy." ran notices sanzu is holding his side, notices dried blood under his coat. "you fuckin idiot," ran growls, grabbing sanzu by the back of his jacket and dragging him into the apartment.

"stay here," he orders, sitting his disheveled coworker at the kitchen table. "i've got bandages."

you stand up from the bed as ran bursts into the room. "is everything o–" he cuts you off, making a beeline toward the bathroom. "it's fine. you– fuck– please just sit down. stay in here." you follow him anyway, watching from the doorway as he starts pulling out drawers and rummaging around.

"what are you looking for?"

"first aid kit."

"it's under the sink."

he crouches, opens that cabinet next, and there it is. despite his frustration, he smiles up at you apologetically before rushing out of the room again.

"they had a fucking k-9 unit," sanzu groans, squirming as ran dabs his bloody, gashed flank with a peroxide soaked cotton ball. "isn't that fucked up?" ran sighs, nodding slightly. he's too tense to really listen. you're in the other room, listening to their every word, worrying about this dangerous business he was involved in. ran feels sick wondering how you'll react when you discuss it after sanzu leaves.

"oh, well hellooo." ran's head snaps up, following sanzu's gaze to something behind him. you're standing in the doorway, nervously holding a tube of antibiotic ointment in your hand.

ran's eyes bulge as they rake down your frame. your shorts suddenly seemed too short, your oversized pajama shirt bordering on see-through. he wanted to get up and shove you back into his bedroom, shut the door and keep you away from sanzu's gaze. at least until your long legs were covered up and you had put a bra on, but maybe not even then. he was reaching a panic as he considered the thoughts that might run through sanzu's filthy fucking brain about his girl.

sanzu nudges him, "who's this? you didn't tell me you had company! i would've gone over to rindou's to bleed out." the corner of your mouth twitches up at sanzu's words. you and sanzu exchange introductions. you can see ran's hands curling into fists, his jaw clenching. he's far from happy. you hadn't done as he'd instructed and now you were meeting one of the members of his company that he tries so hard to keep you so far removed from, too.

"this fell out of the first aid kit," you hand it to ran, letting your hand stay in his for just a moment longer than it needed to, hoping that it would calm him down a little. "i thought you might need it. nice meeting you, haruchiyo." sanzu nods politely, still smirking like he's just witnessed some big secret come to light. which, to be fair, he kind of had.

"so–" "shut up," ran bites. "i don't want to fuckin hear it." sanzu's smug expression only deepens, but he stays quiet. "and not a word to anyone else. okay? for my girlfriend's sake, be fuckin cool about this. i don't want her getting involved in anything."

sanzu agrees, "you got it, man. happy for you. she's as fuckin' fine as you– fuck, ran, OW!" ran presses the cotton ball sharply against sanzu's wound, effectively shutting him up. once he's bandaged up, sanzu produces a handful of painkillers from his pocket and swallows them down. "like a new fuckin man," he claps ran on the back. "i owe you one. say goodnight to your beautiful mrs. from me." ran shuts the door in his face.

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ran steps into the doorway to his bedroom and lets out a heaving sigh. you scramble up from the bed and hurry over to him, hugging tightly around his middle. "i'm sorry," you mumble." he wraps an arm around you, kissing the top of your head, "don't be. that was just..." he shakes his head to clear it. "i wish you'd stayed put, honey."

"i know, i know," you frown. "i just wanted to help."

you're both silent for a moment. you step back to look up at him.

"so i'm your girlfriend, huh?" you raise an eyebrow at him teasingly.

"you were eavesdropping, too??" he fakes annoyance, shoving you back onto the mattress and climbing on top of you as you giggle. "you're in big trouble."

"nooo," you whine impatiently. "one time. for me. say that you wanna be my boyfriend."

his violet eyes soften, he cups your cheek. "i wanna be your boyfriend. real fuckin bad. alright?"

"alright," you grin and he kisses you, feeling like the luckiest man on the planet.

101 writing prompts

75 with Shinichiro, when keeps staying late in the bike shop😩

PLS I LOVE SHIN

Shinichiro Sano x fem!reader

Waking up in a dimly lit room, you rolled over in bed, reaching out to find the other side of the bed cold and still not slept in. Propping yourself up on your elbows you pushed your hair back behind your ears with a heavy sigh.

Slipping out from under the covers, you pulled on one your boyfriend’s white button ups that was tossed over his desk chair. You slid your black boy shorts up your legs, shivering a little at the cold. Quickly buttoning up the shirt and rolling the sleeves up, you crept out of the apartment door and followed the stairs down into Shin’s bike shop. A quick glance up at the clock told you it was well after midnight and you sighed.

Leaning against the door jamb that lead to the Bay Area where shin worked on the bikes, you studied him as he sat on a box, hunched over, the tense set of his shoulders letting you know that something was on his mind. His hair was sticking out in different directions as if he’s been running his hands through his hair over and over again. You walk in after watching him for a few minutes. Hopping up one of the work tables, you clear your throat to announce your presence. Shin jumps a little bit turns towards you with a soft smile on his face.

“Shit babe you scared me.”

“I’m sorry. What are you doing down here this late?”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly before sighing and stepping in between your thighs. “I just.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t lie to me either.” You took your lower lip inbetween your teeth as you laid your hands on his chest. “You're overworking yourself... Please take a break."

He grabs your thighs, his hands up them as he leans over you. “I’m worried. I um. I worry sometimes that I’m not enough. I’m a small time bike shop owner. What if I’m never gonna make enough money to support us? What if I fuck all of this up by not being enough for you.”

“Shin.” You pull his face in between your hands and bring his lips down to meet yours. You pull back after a moment. “I don’t care about money or fancy things. We could live in a cardboard box and I would be happy. I love you so much. You are more than enough for me. Got it?”

The seriousness in your tone made him pause and finally nod his consent.

“Besides, I would rather stick by the man who was persistent enough to confess 21 times than the man who would put material things before me.”

Shin threw his head back and laughed. “You’re in for it now.” He leaned down and hoisted you over his shoulder laughing as your fist pounded on his back. “You’re right I’ve been working too much. Help me unwind babe.” He delivered a sharp slap to your ass before darting up the stairs, both of you giggling the whole way back to the bedroom.