"TASTE LIKE HOME" a love that consumes him...
࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers
࿐*ೃ trigger warning : cannibalism
The first time Ran told you he wanted to consume you, you dismissed it with your laugh. It sounded so much like him.
"You say the craziest things," you teased, smiling into the rim of your wine glass. Across the restaurant table, Ran only smiled lazily, violet eyes fixated on you. "I'm serious, though." His fingers slid across the table until they brushed yours.
"I wanna know every part of you," he confessed truthfully. "Taste every part... Keep every part."
Your face felt warm. You intertwined your fingers with his. "Ran."
"Mhm?" He tilted his head.
"You are so sweet... Never fail to sound romantic."
"It sounded insane." He grinned. But his thumb was tracing the inside of your wrist absentmindedly, right above your pulse.
Looking back now, maybe there had always been signs.
Ran liked biting. Not so hard it hurt, but he would bite to leave faint crescents against your skin. There were times he bit so hard blood oozed out. Though you didn't think much of it.
Sometimes during kisses, his mouth lingered too long against your lips, breathing unevenly. He was restraining himself from doing more.
You used to joke with him about it.
"Are you secretly a vampire?"
Ran would simply brush it off before kissing you again.
There were times, when you accidentally nicked your finger or scraped your knee, something in his expression changed for a split second.
It vanished so quickly you convinced yourself you imagined it...because Ran loved you gently.
He brushed your hair behind your ear while you spoke. He remembered your drink order. He held your hand while crossing streets. He looked at you like you were his only precious thing in his world.
So you never noticed how tightly he clung. You never realized the way his smile faltered whenever you talked about the future too far ahead...or how he went silent whenever you mentioned death jokingly.
There was a night, half asleep against his chest, you heard him whisper into your hair, "I wish I could keep you forever."
And you only smiled drowsily. "You already have me..."
The sound he made afterward sounded like he was in pain.
Ran knew something was wrong with him. He’d known for years—long before meeting you.
He had always been too fascinated with mouths, teeth, blood, and the intimacy of consumption.
Previous lovers used to laugh when he bit them during kisses. Ran laughed too. But secretly, he always had to stop himself before it went too far...before his instinct overpowered affection.
That was why he never stayed long with anyone—he avoided attachment. He convinced himself love was too dangerous for someone like him.
Then you appeared and ruined everything.
Loving you didn’t feel fleeting. It felt consuming. Ran started craving your presence like starvation.
Your voice settled under his skin. Your scent clung to his clothes. Your laughter replayed in his head at late hours of the night.
The more you loved him back, the more he craved you.
He caught himself staring at your throat while you talked. He kissed you just to taste your mouth again, again, and again. He couldn’t get enough.
It terrified him...epecially because part of him didn’t want the feeling to stop.
The night he invited you over, rain poured against his apartment windows. Candles flickered across the dining table while jazz music hummed from somewhere in the background.
"You cooked?" you asked in surprise. Ran shrugged while setting down your plate.
He chuckled under his breath.
The dinner was amazing. You spent most of it smiling across the table at him while he rested his cheek against one hand, watching you eat with that same gentle fondness he always wore around you.
The cold rain continued outside but warmth filled the apartment slowly. Wine, candlelight, music, and his hand brushing yours whenever he reached across the table.
After dinner, Ran guided you to the living room. "Dance with me."
You wrapped your arms around his neck. Ran’s hands settled against your waist, drawing you close until your bodies touched completely. Together, the two of you swayed to the music, his forehead rested against yours.
You could feel his breathing...uneven.
He shut his eyes tight. "I love you."
The confession sounded strained coming from him. You gaze softened.
The moment you said it, his grip tightened around your waist. Leaning in, he kissed you, hard and hungry.
Your back hit the wall as Ran crowded closer, kissing you deeper, deeper, one hand sliding into your hair while the other gripped your waist. His breathing had become shaky now.
You chuckled breathlessly against his mouth. "Ran—"
He swallowed your breath again before you could finish. Slowly, he leaned down to your neck. Open-mouthed kisses pressed beneath your jaw while his fingers trembled against your sides.
"God," he whispered hoarsely. "You smell so good."
Heat rushed through your face instantly. You tangled your fingers into his hair when his teeth grazed your throat lightly.
He groaned, the kind of groan that sent shivers down your spine. He sounded animalistic. But then, he looked up at you again with those soft violet eyes and smiled, as if embarrassed.
So you kissed him first this time. And soon, everything blurred.
Ran didn’t know what happened next. Even afterward, trying to remember felt like drowning inside static.
He remembered touching you, your hands clutching his shirt. Your laugh dissolving into breathless moans beneath his mouth. Kissing, there were so much kissing, the taste of wine still lingering faintly on your tongue. He remembered licking at your neck after biting you lightly.
You were gasping his name, his heartbeat pounding loudly against his ribs.
He felt strange, yet comforting warmth embracing his entire being.
More. Need. He needed more.
Need need need need need need NEED—
Ran snapped back to reality as darkness surrounded him. The candles had nearly burned out. For a few seconds, he genuinely couldn’t understand what he was seeing.
Blood coated his hands, his shirt, and his bedsheets. His breathing labored.
Your body lay motionless beneath him on the bed.
The world around him stopped turning
Ran grabbed your shoulders, shaking you with desperation.
His chest tightened so hard it hurt.
You didn’t move, you weren't even breathing. Ran felt himself collapsing completely. He staggered back before immediately crawling toward you again, pulling your limp body against his chest desperately.
"I'm sorry," he choked out. "Fuck—fuck, wake up—Please!"
Tears welled up his eyes. He pressed frantic kisses against your forehead, your cheeks...and your cold lips. "I didn’t mean to—" His voice dissolved into a sob.
Ran held you for hours. He couldn't let go of you.
The rain outside eventually stopped, but he remained there curled around your body in bloodstained sheets, crying until his throat burned.
You looked peaceful in his embrace. His fingers brushed weakly through your hair. "I ruined you," he whispered brokenly. Another sob wracked through him.
He had always known this would happen eventually. Love had rotted him from the inside out. Now, you were gone because he had wanted too much.
Ran shut his eyes tightly, pressing his face against your shoulder. The hunger came back. A horrible, aching need curling beneath his grief. His stomach twisted violently.
Ran started crying harder. "No. Don’t do this to me..."
But the thought had already rooted itself inside his head. You couldn’t leave him. No, not like this. He couldn’t bury you, or let strangers touch you. He didn't want the earth to take you away piece by piece until nothing remained.
No. No. He loved you too much for that.
With trembling hands, Ran cradled your face gently. "I’ll keep you with me," he whispered through tears, a kiss pressed against your cold forehead.
The apartment remained silent afterward except for Ran’s quiet sobbing as he devoured you piece by piece. The candles burned lower until dawn finally spilled pale light across the room.
Ran sat curled beside your remains, hollow-eyed and trembling, one hand clutching the small keepsake necklace he had removed from your body earlier.
His lips brushed weakly against it. His broken laughter echoed throughout the apartment. "You really were made for me," he whispered.
Tears silently slid down his face as Ran smiled.
"You taste just like home, darling."
࿐*ೃ happy birthday to ran, my ethereal darling💓 it's alrdy 26 May in Japan so im following that! thanks for reading this scenario! likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated ♡
