she/her | Chemist | [26] | I finished my PhD 2yrs ago | the weekend is the only time i can catch up on anime/manga | a certified simp for villain or a dead character|
begging on my knees asking mihoyo to give ayato a fan like ayaka
because imagine. imagine being so intimidated by his regal presence that you can't quite look at him, more accustomed to admiring him from afar. he's like the sun, an overwhelming brilliance that you can't help shying away from, yet a radiance you adore. he's certainly not someone for you to approach, but he's already there — patiently waiting for you to make your next move, expression unreadable.
well. you couldn't read it because you were deliberately avoiding looking at it.
but it's not like you ever had a choice in the matter. it's not that you walked into the kamisato estate by your own whims, either; you've been personally granted an audience, and it would be a grave offense to ignore the yashiro commission.
but you expected him to demand for your attention by calling your name, not by- not by whatever this is-
he lifts the tip of his fan to rest underneath your chin, gently tipping it up to get a better look at your face. you can't stop the embarrassing squeak spilling from your lips, shocked and mortified and flustered all at once.
ayato's face is too close for comfort, forcibly making you meet his eyes. his sharp features are even prettier with a closer look, clear blue eyes staring at you with rapt attention. you feel his hair softly brush against your cheek, and you send a prayer to the archons: please let me leave alive today. this man will be the death of me.
note. i don’t really know anything about him but i’m weirdly obsessed with him so please enjoy! obviously i took his personality from my own headcanons and some voice lines about him hehe :)
you’re either officially betrothed to the head of the yashiro commission and kamisato clan, or he’s very obviously courting you — i say obviously because his servants have spread gossip about the endless letters he writes you.
but if you two are betrothed then the gossip is more about how you give him quick kisses behind your fan or how master ayato hosts private dinners for the two of you so you can feed him all his favorite food.
being raised on the principles of the kamisato clan means he knows what it means to be a honorable and true young man, ayato will never do anything to bring dishonor to your relationship or your name. in fact he’s very prideful about being with you, always looking forward to introducing you to his guests.
i feel like he’s a very big fan of sweets! he’ll (privately of course) plant so many kisses on your face if you gift him a box of his favorites.
whenever he goes away on business he says goodbye to you and ayaka at the front of the estate, making sure his beloved partner to be and his sister have everything they need before he leaves. but his real goodbyes are behind closed doors, where he can kiss you as long as he wants to before stepping outside.
if you’re not too busy in the morning he would prefer if you helped him get ready instead of the servants, while they are nice to talk to, there’s nothing like your fiancé tying your hair back for you and setting out your clothes.
i feel like he’s very romantic so he definitely grabs both of your hands in his so he can kiss your knuckles if you’re ever worried about his health considering how much he works, but he reassures you he’s doing just fine.
he often sends you exotic flowers and plants for your chambers when he’s away on trips.
ayato has beautiful handwriting and if you compliment him on it he’ll tell you his most favorite things to write is your name along with his last name that you’ll soon have.
you two can’t sneak off very often but when you get the chance to it’s usually to the grand library of the estate, where ayato will nestle himself under your robes and command for you to be silent for your future husband.
very touchy in private, it’s not hard for him to control himself around others but when alone he much rather prefers to have you near him. he’ll caress your skin, untie your robes for you while kissing your neck, and even pinch you if you tease him about all the rules you’re currently breaking.
“master ayato surely this is not appropriate.” you joke, pressing your hands into his hard chest to try and lightly push him off of you.
ayato just smirks and grabs your hands with one of his, “we’ll share the same chambers soon enough my beloved, so you see nothing to worry about.”
when you have the time to, you’ll secretly watch his private training sessions in the court yard. the way his long hair billows in the wind and how he brings his sword to hack at the training dummies, it’s cute when he shows off for you too.
and when you both have the time he loves to take a stroll with you around inazuma city. having you hold on to his arm while you both greet the various merchants and citizens.
summary: your boyfriends brother is awfully hot and he won’t stop staring at you
tw. fem!reader, cheating, cursing, teasing, taunting, ran is a perv, mentions of m!masturbation, m!oral, possessive ran, mentions of creampie, dom!w/sub!reader
wc. 2k
an. it started as a simple thought and became this <3
why is it that when rindou is above you pumping his fat, thick cock inside you—practically splitting open your weeping cunt with one single stroke, you’re thinking about his older brother?
you shouldn’t but you are—whining out as rindou traces his calloused digits down to your puffy clit, circling it so softly and ran invades your mind—thoughts clouding your head of what ran would do if he was in his little brother's position.
maybe it started the first time you met ran haitani, how his presence alone was terrifying—so absolutely bewitching while he spread his legs wider on the couch, casually holding his face with one hand as the other toyed with the string of his sweats.
“girlfriend” rindou points to you, his nonchalant greeting to his brother and ran’s lip curl into a devilish smile “oh, so pretty” ran taunts, squinting his eyes to get a closer look at you, heat vibrating to your cheeks at the compliment.
he kept it going—pushing you into the palm of his hand with every soft spoken word he rolled from his tongue, “does rindou have to mark his property now?” ran brushes his fingers across the hickeys littered on your neck, “what do you think about when he’s doing that?”
“h-him, of course” you move away from his fingers, “you’re a terrible liar” ran comments, inching closer to you—hands coming beside each side of your hips, caging you in whilst he leans down to drag his eyes over your body. “you think about me” ran pulls his lavender eyes back up to you, “i’d leave them between your legs, right where your thighs meet so i can see them every time i fuck that pretty pussy with my tongue.”
ran leans back up, motioning his body away from you when he hears rindou padding closer “that’s what rindou does? i can’t believe he’d be that stupid” ran makes up a story, fanning his hand and chuckling. rindou rolls his eyes, gripping your arm and tugging you back to his room and you can’t help but turn your head back to ran, noticing the dark—carnal dread lingering in his eyes.
once nightfall edges the sky, rindou is crawling under the sheets with you, his fingers gripping at clothes and tossing them aside—he leaves sloppy kisses on every inch of your skin, lines of cries linger through your throat while rindou pumps two fingers inside your hole.
pulling your head outside the blankets for air you notice an outline figure standing amongst the crack of the door that you know rindou purposely left ajar. lights scatter across his body, simply knowing you’ve caught eyes with him ran just winks before heading back to his room.
“s-shit princess you’re so fuckin’ wet, what’re you thinking bout?” rindou sinks another finger in your messy hole and curling them—what’re you thinking about? ran haitani, your boyfriend's older brother, the one you can’t get out of your head. the one that’s so fucking disgustingly handsome that you only imagine what his longer fingers would do in your pussy right now.
the thoughts are driving you insane, plaguing your mind as your orgasm pulls to the surface, toes curling while your body is rocked with waves of bliss, sheen liquids spraying his forearm “fuck, you came quick” rindou groans, and you did—didn’t you? and it sure wasn’t from rindou.
between your legs aches, throbbing from the amount of hours rindou spent fucking you—his arm lazily slung over your hip now as he slept soundly but you—just couldn’t shut your eyes without seeing him.
maybe it was just a coincidence that as you opened the refrigerator a dark figure loomed behind you, and you could just feel his body heat pouring around you. “can’t sleep pretty?” he asks, closing the door for you and spinning your body around.
you gasp when ran cages you in, one hand on the metal door as the other grips your chin—he’s so close, his breath swallowing your senses and you crave how he tastes. ran leans down closer till his lips brush across your own, and you don’t hesitate this go around gravitating the kiss but ran just chuckles back, bending back to his form.
“what would my brother think when his girlfriend wants to kiss me so bad?” ran whispers, lips curling upwards when you push him away, stomping back to rindou’s room. “don’t be like that princess, you can have me anytime you want” ran grins, and your cunt clenches in response even though it fucking shouldn’t.
maybe it was better you told rindou you wanted to stay home, mentioning you were sick to your stomach—which you were, with yourself.
at least in the sanctuary of your own home—you could suffer through those wandering thoughts. settling deeper within your sheets you ruminate about ran, the way he’d embedded his way into your mind and now your fingers while they crawled under the hem of your panties.
his voice, so deep and taunting would be close to the shell of your ear, smirk bleeding through his lips when he’d sink his cock inside his brothers pretty girlfriend, how you’d moan his name—let your hole be filled with his cum just to send you back to his doting little brother.
your phone buzzes beside you, vibrating against the sheets, jerking your hands away and grabbing the phone, “not feeling well?” the voice questions, your eyes knocking towards the heavens when you notice who the owner is, nauseating—fuming lull of his tone.
“what do you want?” you snap back, ignoring his laugh into the phone, “wanted to see how you’re feeling princess, that’s all.” you bite back your tongue, remaining silent when you hear ran shift the phone, noises of what sounds like him shuffling in the bed.
“let me come over and make you feel better” he says, gently springing his cock free and palming at it, and you can hear what he’s doing, he doesn’t hide the way he whimpers toying with the sensitive slit. “got me over here fucking my fist thinkin’ bout you” ran moans in the phone, pumping his cock in his hand, hissing through his teeth when you let a whine slither from your tongue, “i’m h-hanging up.”
“are you? because i bet—fucking bet you were gonna try to play with that little pussy, fingers not gonna be enough since i’m all you think about now” ran chuckles in the phone, lithe finger toying with the prominent vein pulsing around his cock.
your mouth left hung open in shock at how casual ran talks to you, belittles your judgement while he fucks his cock, he clicks his tongue when you still don’t answer to his antics. “i hope you get to feeling better pretty girl, goodnight” ran coos and finally—fucking finally he hears you speak.
“come over.”
ran guides himself through your room scanning over the pictures of you and rindou, cheeks sewed with bright smiles and lips connecting in other frames. he rolls his eyes when he finds a handwritten note from rindou with a cute little heart tacted to your name.
ran pivots his feet towards your body sitting on the bed nervously, watching his every movement slowly—so intently. ran smirks at you, raising his hand to your head while the other pulls his cock out, “suck” he sneers, humming when you wrap your lips around his cock and feel his length grow in your mouth.
“i wonder what rindou is doing right now” ran states, gripping the back of your head and shoving his cock deeper down your throat, you mumble through his length, vibrations feeding his ego when you try—struggle to bark back.
“he’s probably sleeping with a thumb in his mouth while he dreams about his pretty girlfriend, so perfect and sweet for him” ran slips his hand under your chin, jerking you to face his vicious eyes, “too bad she’s suckin’ my cock instead” ran rams his cock harder in your throat, lazily thrusting when his orgasm settles in his stomach.
“ready to be my good girl and swallow this fat load?” ran coos, pupils blown black when your throat bobs, hot cum seeping down your throat and a satisfying pop of your lips when ran pulls out from your mouth.
“take your clothes off for me” ran bites the inside of his cheek when you drag your eyes back to him, and he can tell there’s nothing but want plastered on your face, the fact you’re stripping for him is the only thing on your mind—not rindou.
ran sheds the rest of his clothes as he stares your body meekly stripping yourself naked and walking on your hands to the middle of the bed, ran crawling over you in minutes.
he spreads your legs automatically, leaning down to drip a string of his spit onto your messy cunt, “don’t even have to play with this pussy” ran snarls, two fingers spreading his saliva over your clit, “so wet—you get this wet for him?” ran hovers his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip across your folds, “answer me” he groans, glancing up to your back hitting the sheets.
“y-yes i do” you stumble over your words, a heavy sigh leaving your lips when ran sinks in, “no you fucking don’t, do not lie to me” ran pulls from your cunt with the snap of his hips. “i’ll leave right now, get back in my car and leave you like this—now tell me the truth” ran is actually in mortal pain, the ounce of just being your cunt has driven him absolutely insane—but he’ll never tell you that.
“i think about you when rindou is fucking me” you blurt out, screwing your eyes shut when ran gasps, “music to my fucking ears” he moans, not another moment thrown in the realm before he’s back to thrusting his cock inside you, pounding you harder into the covers.
his hands splayed out beside your head, lips parting with every single pound into your cunt, ran rolls his hips dipping his face down to your neck where he bites down on your skin and sucking the flesh within his lips.
you try—struggle to keep up with his cock pounding into your hole, nails scraping down his back and his lips attached to your neck with every angle of his cock hitting deeper in your cunt.
“is this better than wishin’ all those times you were fucking my brother, wanting it to be me?” ran flashes his eyes, lingering his hand down to your connected bodies and circling your puffy clit, “y-yes” you mumble out, mind so hazy while ran’s cock curve against your cervix—bumping and prodding in your spongy walls.
“gonna cum in this pussy—make it mine” ran grabs your body, pulling you flush to his chest while he ruts deeper and deeper—stars cloud your vision, white streaming through your eyes as the orgasm builds through your body. tipping over the edge you cream all over ran, cock left an absolute mess when he’s finally able to drip his own seed.
you feel the amount of cum leaking from your hole when ran pulls out, he’s shoving two fingers back inside your abused hole—pushing the cum deeper inside not wanting a single drop wasted anywhere but inside your hole.
your hands grip at the darker colors and bites marked on your skin, “you fucking asshole you left hickeys where he can see them” you scowl, gripping the covers and throwing them over your body—pushing ran away. he only takes the covers and tosses it aside—using a finger to pull your face to his lips, “i wish i fucking cared pretty girl.”
rindou blinks twice before walking straight over to you and jerking down your hoodie, how you thought it was neatly covering the marks from his brother.
“how stupid do you think i am?” rindou questions, glancing over the marks and grimacing when he knows—just fucking knows who they’re from.
you shiver when rindou presses his body to you, walking your form onto the closest wall, he crashes his hand beside your head the noise cracking against the material.
rindou is crowding over you—red swarming his eyes when he keeps looking at those fucking hickeys, “i’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not gonna remember who the fuck ran is” rindou pulls his hand back to cup his palm over your cunt.
“this is my pussy and tonight, he will fucking know that.”
⌖ SYNOPSIS: after a twist of fate, you meet your childhood bully ten years later. you sure as hell don't miss him, but he sure does miss you.
⌖ GENRE(S): thriller and erotica.
⌖ CONTENT WARNINGS: yandere-esque and toxic behavior, prostitution/sex trafficking, drugs, graphic violence, some canon divergence, and dark and sexual themes ahead. chapter-specific trigger warnings will be added.
⌖ CHARACTERS: fem!reader, rindou haitani, ran haitani, chifuyu matsuno, + more to be added as the series progresses.
⌖ RATINGS: this work of fiction is rated M for Mature and R for Restricted. only intended for 18+ audiences.
⌖ STATUS + UPDATES: ongoing + irregular and when inspiration strikes.
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
Are your asks still open? If they are can I request to ran getting badly injured and almost fainting until he hears a noise near him and he finds fem reader who looks at him concerened and ends up taking him home and fixes him up.
To sum it up ran developing a huge crush on the sweet cute small girl who helped him without asking questions and looking like she's about to tear up when he hisses in pain...
guilty pleasure
pairings: ran x fem!reader
a/n: i feel like this one's crappy so please reassure me it's not😭
warnings: slight violence, mentions of shooting
the soft patters of rain slowly start to stop, the cold of the after storm freezes him making him let out a low chuckle because the shivers he felt maxed out the amount of pain that he had, even moving a finger hurted.
his phone vibrated with messages, internally groaning to who was texting him. he couldn't, he sincerely apologizes to whoever was spamming their keyboard over him.
there were times he basked in pain like this, from enemy to enemy, never too hard for him. but as it cycles, he felt like he could see two with one person standing before him. he was alright, beating the hell out of people like beating his boredom away but he also falters just like right now.
his bone creaked that he smiled remembering how his litte brother called him old man when he keeps complaining about aches on his body, oh he wishes his brother was here to help him right now because he felt the clouds countinuing it's little crying session that droplets form on his cheeks.
he heard the little scuffle of feet, probably thinking that a cat was just passing him by with fish in it's mouth but a pair of hands touch on his chest to catch his attention. he didn't know if its the hits on his head from the elbow jabs making him hear little to nothing but he just knew if you were asking if he needed help. he held out his hand to grab onto yours, not actually having a reason to other than wanting to know if you were real and not one of 'sanzu's angels' that sanzu loves talking about.
you steady him on his feet, making sure not to trip over yourself to the entrance of your home and made him sit on a stool while you rush back to search for a med kit.
his hearing was hurting that any thoughts in his head starts hurting too but you kept your mouth shut while assesing to the injured man infront of you, letting him take a sip out a glass and holding it up when his shaky hands couldn't hold it.
patting down cotton with liquid on it and stinging it wherever you placed it on his skin, his teeth clenched while he held onto the kitchen counter to not groan too loud. you placed bandaids to cuts you cleaned and bandages at spots you needed to place.
what he notices when you clean him is your concentration and the tiny specks of liquid near your eyes, your nose was also tingling a little and you hands seem tense tending to him.
how cute, were you nervous because of his big presence or were you hurt because of how he's writhing in pain? he could lay in the thoughts of sadism but that isn't too nice when a kind darling was helping him heal at the moment.
he could thank you for the water you gave him because the demons giving him dizziness were kind of gone, still there but the buzz in his head left him and he could talk a little but he let out a little noise you freaked out to that you jumped.
"ah i-i'm sorry, i just wanted to thank you.." you flailed your hands around, telling it's okay and finally got comfortable to ask if he was okay. he couldn't lie because his mind still feels like wreckage but all sense of what happened earlier cam back instead and he let out a frown. as usual, rival gang challenges bonten and they win except these bastards had ways to attack him left right, up down up down. like a damn punching bag, he fell and he had no other choice but to start firing.
now that he thinks about it, he felt bad that you had took time to take care of a criminal like him, having using his hands to murder and beat up people and yet you were holding them like they helped you even once. he didn't deserve this so he started texting the spammer his location (though he's sure rindou had already know where he is)
you saw his frown of course, scared to upset him with a question like that but you had to know so you changed your question.
"are you better than a few minutes ago?"
ran realized he didn't even answer your question and shook his head, telling you that he's fine but he kept it vague that you had to push him for more details.
the way you asked him questions while he answered so little made him guilty but he didn't want to pull anyone in his crime life, look at you, a mere sweetheart cleaning away his wounds like it was a normal fall from him and you patched him up real good.
he couldn't even run because his body ached and he defitenely needed another person to accompany him, arm under his while steadying him for the exit. he wanted to stop your concerned self so he held your hands, cringing when the rough of your palm touches his, a person that shouldn't be the one taking care of him yet here he was.
"i'm sorry, i just can't keep up with the conversation.. my head is killing me and don't worry about anyone picking me up, my brother will.."
honestly, you wanted to pry a little on how he got so injured because of this. you knew it's gang work. how else does someone with a tattoo on the bulge of his neck even get so injured, it's like jason voorhees completely missed the chance to kill him but manage to massacre his other parts. this is your first time upfront with one gang member and you wanted to know badly but sadly he couldn't continue due to his headache.
yes, you were like a firefly to a light but what exactly is the cause of the light? it could be anything like a bonfire to zapping light and it's him. he was the danger you don't even know you're getting yourself into.
a bit scared now that he might be faking his nice attitude, you scoot away to get some more water for him but a tug to your hand stopped you whole.
he rubbed his thumb against your hand, he needed contact from someone; fearing his mind goes unconscious suddenly and he needed you badly. no matter how bad he tries to push you back in this very moment he couldn't, life hinted at him that he couldn't and he wanted to blow raspberries at it. the gentle touching smoothing out his back when you patted it down, making him relax into you; it could make him cry of how you stayed beside him like a parent with their wailing child.
looking at your tender eyes eyeing every part of his body, fearing you missed any spots made his heart crumble a litte to how concerned you were that he just wanted to cover your eyes from not seeing him anymore, comedic as it sounds but he doesn't want your focus on him because he's self conscious now.
"why are you staring so hard?" a faint smirk playing on his face, still a playful boy even on the near verge of death and you sighed a little; he was fine, anyone in the crime scene are pretty strong so you need not to worry.
your voice quiet when you speak, whispering like the two of you are the only one in the world. not even wanting to speak up because you're scared he's too fragile to hear the loud of your voice. he might see you as an angel, maybe sanzu's angel was pretty people in fishnets and cigarettes on their lips while carrying the drunken man near their headquarters or the base and wishing him good riddance and never meeting him again but his angel was you and only you.
he felt like you were the few gems he could have and like sweet cake that his brother loves, he can't resist holding you and keeping you close. this was his guilty pleasure, a pure one other than wanting to hook up with sultry girls and guys and to have more wine than he ever had.
damn if you didn't appear what would happen to him?
a gun getting cocked could be heard right behind him and he immediately shielded you away, making you gasp when his hand covered your eyes and he glared at whoever aimed at you. that same catty grin throwing him off every morning put his hands up, sliding the gun into his pocket while his brother who he longed to see nudged the scar mouth while motioning his older brother to explain.
"little lady helped me with my wounds, if a gun comes any closer to her you know where the fuck the rest of my bullets are going sanzu."
"and where is that?~"
rindou stopped the two of them from bickering and bent down slightly to thank you and if only you could see him because the hand covering your sight made you akwardly nod. sanzu asks ran if he's done covering your eyes and he stopped, letting your vision blur before seeing who are the two people that appeared and one was really smirky while the other was aloof and focused more on his brother.
ran got easily helped by his brother and rindou called sanzu over instead of finding a chance to flirt with you and walked over while saying that you'll meet them again and winked going to ran's left.
and well, you smiled to that. kinda interested because you never really meet anyone who's in a gang or something of the sort.
and maybe your heart rushed a little because of how fast he was at protecting you.
