#ran x reader

[reissancesstuff]

"you don't look like my boyfriend.”

sypnosis: you're too drunk to recognize your boyfriend.

featuring: bonten boys (seperate) x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol mentions, swearing, drunk!reader.

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MIKEY

you're swaying.

barely holding it together on the sidewalk, heels in your hand and eyes glossy from too many drinks. the night is loud — laughter, clinking glasses, someone singing off-key behind you — but everything feels like it’s underwater.

and then there's someone in front of you.

someone tall. all in black. white-blond hair, dark eyes, a glint of silver in his ear. calm expression that doesn't match the chaos around you.

you blink slowly. “who are you?”

he stares at you. deadpan.

you point a shaky finger. “you’re hot. but you don’t look like my boyfriend.”

his eye twitches.

“you’re drunk,” mikey mutters, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

you gasp — scandalized. “how do you know me?!”

“you’re my girlfriend,” he says flatly.

“liar,” you squint at him. “my boyfriend doesn’t scowl like that. he smiles at me. like this—” you flash your teeth in a crooked grin, tipsy and far too confident.

mikey sighs, stepping closer. “you tried to kiss a bartender, y/n.”

“i did not,” you pout. “he had glitter on his face. i thought he was a fairy.”

“you told him you’d trade your phone for a ride on his back.”

you freeze.

“…was he gonna say yes?”

“get over here.”

he doesn’t wait. just loops an arm around your waist and lifts you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you into the backseat of the black car parked at the curb. you squeak, landing in plush leather as the door shuts behind him.

“manjiroooo,” you groan, flopping onto his chest like a ragdoll.

he hums lowly, letting you cling. “what am i gonna do with you?”

“feed me.”

“you threw up your last meal.”

“because it was spicy and i don’t like spice!” you say dramatically. “you know this. you should’ve protected me.”

“you said you loved wasabi.”

“i was lying!”

he chuckles. actually chuckles.

his hand comes up to brush your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering at the back of your neck. you blink slowly against his shoulder, your words slurring into sleep.

“…you’re warm,” you mumble.

mikey leans in, lips grazing your temple.

“next time you’re drinking, i’m chaining you to me.”

“is that your new kink?”

he groans. “just shut up and sleep, brat.”

and as your breathing evens out, arms still wrapped lazily around him, mikey glances at your peaceful face and thinks —

yeah. he’d carry your drunk ass a thousand times over.

as long as you come home to him.

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SANZU

you’re wobbling in your heels.

like really wobbling. cartoon-character-on-ice kind of wobbling.

sanzu watches from across the room, half amused, half exasperated. he told you not to take another shot. he literally pulled the glass away from your hand at one point. but then some giggling friend of yours handed you another one while he was on a call and now.

now you’re drunk.

you’re so drunk you don’t even notice him approaching.

"baby," he says, catching you by the waist before you can tip forward and faceplant into a couch, "what did i say about the tequila?"

you blink up at him.

pause.

your brows furrow. you lean in a little, squinting.

“…who are you?”

sanzu blinks. “what?”

“you’re really pretty,” you slur, poking his chest with one finger. “but i have a boyfriend. he’s scary. he kills people.”

he snorts. “yeah? what’s he look like?”

“pink hair. sharp teeth. eyes like a lazy cat. talks too much sometimes but i love him.”

he tries to hold it in—he really does—but a laugh bursts out before he can stop it. “wow. sounds hot.”

“he is,” you nod solemnly. then you lean closer, all whispery and secretive. “his name is… haruchiyo. but everyone call him sanzu. you can't tell anyone.”

“your secret’s safe with me.”

you sway again and he steadies you with both hands on your waist. you stare up at him, suspicious.

“…wait a minute,” you whisper, narrowing your eyes. “you look like him.”

“maybe i am him.”

you gasp, scandalized. “no, you’re not. he wouldn’t wear a shirt like that.”

he looks down at his black button-up. “…i wear this all the time.”

you ignore him, gently smacking his chest. “nope. nice try, imposter.”

sanzu just sighs and lifts you into his arms. bridal-style. effortlessly.

you squeak. “hey—stranger danger!”

“you’re so lucky you’re cute,” he mutters, carrying you out of the venue like a man on a mission. “your scary boyfriend would’ve murdered me by now.”

you squint at his face one more time, like it’s just starting to click.

“…wait. are you my scary boyfriend?”

“finally.”

you stare at him.

then giggle.

then pass out on his shoulder.

he sighs again. but it’s fond this time.

“dumbass,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your forehead. “don’t ever change.”

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KAKUCHO

you’re swaying in place when kakucho opens the penthouse door.

mascara a little smudged. shoes in your hand. clutch barely zipped. and your smile? way too wide to be sober.

“hiiiiii,” you slur, waving like you’re meeting a stranger. “whoa… you’re really hot.”

kakucho’s brow twitches. “you’re drunk.”

“mmmaybe.” you hiccup, then squint at him. “wait. do i know you?”

he blinks. “you don’t remember me?”

you take a cautious step forward, wobbling. your eyes trail over the expensive dress shirt clinging to his chest, the familiar scar on his face — but your brain is still foggy and floating somewhere between tequila shots and karaoke.

“you kinda look like my boyfriend,” you mutter.

“do i?”

you nod solemnly. “but he’s mean sometimes. really serious. you look nice.”

he deadpans. “glad to know i’ve got a nicer twin.”

you gasp, like it’s a revelation. “are you the good twin? can you kiss better too?”

“baby.”

“ohmygod, you sound just like him,” you whisper, poking his chest. “are you two, like, related?”

kakucho sighs through his nose and steps forward, gently looping an arm around your waist before you stumble into the damn wall. “i am him.”

you pause, peering up at him with bleary confusion. “…huh?”

he leans down, brushing your hair back from your face, voice low. “you’re really drunk, sweetheart. let’s get you to bed.”

you blink once. twice.

then your mouth drops open in realization.

“kakuchoooo!” you squeal, throwing your arms around him like you haven’t seen him in months. “my boyfriend!! i missed you soooo much!!”

he stifles a laugh, catching you easily.

“you saw me this morning,” he mumbles into your hair, but the way his hand rubs circles on your back gives him away — soft. patient. relieved you made it home safe.

you sigh dramatically against his chest. “i was scared you wouldn’t love me anymore ‘cause i wore that short dress.”

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. “you looked beautiful.”

“really?”

“really.”

you smile so wide it makes his chest ache, even as you sway again.

“‘m sleepy…”

“then let’s get you to bed,” he says, scooping you up effortlessly.

you wrap your arms around his neck, cheek pressed to his shoulder, voice muffled. “you’re the best boyfriend in the world…”

he presses a kiss to your forehead, chuckling softly.

“yeah,” he murmurs, “even when you don’t remember me.”

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TAKEOMI

you’re absolutely wasted.

not tipsy. not a little buzzed. wasted.

takeomi finds you outside the bar, sitting on the sidewalk with your heels off, feet bare, and a bag of chips in your lap that you definitely stole from someone inside. your friends had texted him to come pick you up — and good thing too, because you look seconds away from face-planting into the asphalt.

“baby,” he calls gently, crouching down in front of you.

you blink up at him, squinting under the streetlight. your mouth opens slightly.

“…do i know you?”

takeomi blinks. “are you serious?”

you lean back a little. “are you hitting on me?” you gasp suddenly. “wait—i have a boyfriend!”

“yeah,” he sighs. “me.”

you narrow your eyes at him suspiciously. “prove it.”

he sighs again, but there’s a quiet smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “you always make me late by stealing my hair gel in the morning and hiding it in your bra.”

you gasp again, scandalized. “how do you know that?!”

“because you tell me every single time.”

“that sounds like something i’d do,” you mutter, nodding.

he reaches for your bag of chips and tosses it aside before gently helping you up. you wobble against his chest and bury your face into his jacket, sighing dramatically. “you smell like my boyfriend.”

“probably because i am your boyfriend.”

you pause.

“…oh.”

takeomi wraps an arm around your waist and leads you to his car, holding your shoes in one hand while you mutter something about him being suspiciously handsome. he just shakes his head with a laugh, brushing his lips against your temple as he opens the door.

“let’s get you home, pretty girl.”

you blink up at him again, swaying slightly.

“…hey.”

“yeah?”

you point a finger at his chest, dead serious. “if my boyfriend finds out you kissed me, he’s gonna kill you.”

he sighs. “i’ll take my chances.”

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KOKONOI

you’re swaying.

not from music. not from happiness. just… swaying.

your heels are clumsy against the pavement, arms flailing slightly as you stumble toward the black car parked outside the club. you barely register the man who steps out of it — tall, lean, dressed in an expensive black coat and even more expensive glare.

“jesus,” he mutters, eyes locking on you. “you’re wasted.”

you stop walking.

tilt your head.

squint.

“…huh?” you blink, swaying again. “who’re you?”

kokonoi hajime just stands there. lips parting slightly.

you don’t know him.

your boyfriend — the man who held your hair back when you were sick, who tucked hundred-thousand-yen gifts in your purse like loose change, who loves you more than life itself — and you don’t even recognize him.

“you don’t even know me?” he asks, voice quiet.

you frown. “…are you hot?”

he chokes.

“what?”

you take another unsteady step forward. “are you, like, my type or something?” you poke a finger into his chest, clearly unaware you’re messing with one of bonten’s top executives. “you’re kinda pretty. do i know you from somewhere?”

his jaw tightens — not in anger, but something else.

god, you’re so drunk. flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, wobbling in your cute dress like you haven’t slept in days.

he exhales slowly and slips his coat off, draping it over your shoulders without a word.

“i’m your boyfriend,” he says, pulling you close so you don’t tip over. “kokonoi. hajime. remember now?”

you stare at him. long and slow.

“…no,” you whisper. “but i like your voice.”

he closes his eyes for a second like he’s praying for strength.

“come on,” he sighs, wrapping an arm around your waist. “let’s get you home.”

you hum softly against him, cuddling into his side like instinct. “you smell nice.”

“i should,” he mutters. “you bought me the cologne.”

“…i did?” you blink up at him, awed. “that was so nice of me.”

kokonoi smiles despite himself. “yeah. you’re amazing, remember?”

you don’t respond.

you’re too busy falling asleep on his shoulder.

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MOCHI

you’re absolutely smashed.

slumped against the backseat of a sleek black car, your cheek is pressed against the window, fogging up the glass with every hot exhale. the city lights blur into hazy halos as you mumble incoherent things about ramen, frogs, and how the bartender definitely had a crush on you.

mochizuki kanji is sitting beside you — arms crossed, jaw clenched — watching you spiral deeper into drunken chaos with a look that’s a mix of what the fuck am i gonna do with you and i’d kill anyone who touches you.

he’s calm, quiet. only ever speaks when it matters. but right now, he’s biting the inside of his cheek because you — the love of his life — have just looked him in the eye and slurred:

“you’re not my boyfriend.”

he blinks. “…what?”

you squint at him like your vision’s lagging. “you’re not him. he’s taller. angrier. his eyebrows are… madder.”

kanji raises an eyebrow. “madder?”

you poke his chest. “and he smells like cigarettes and laundry softener. you smell like… like a man i don’t know.”

he stares at you. speechless.

then you dramatically flop sideways, landing right against him with a whine. “i want kanjiii,” you say, sniffling, like a child who lost her toy. “he’s my big scary boyfriend. he growls when he talks.”

“i am kanji.”

“liar.” you squint again. “kanji’s nose is more punchable.”

he exhales, presses his fingers to the bridge of his very punchable nose, and fights the urge to laugh or scream.

“…you’re drunk.”

“nooo.” you hiccup. “you’re just impersonating him. is this a bonten thing? secret twins?”

he leans forward, his voice lowering. “baby, i swear to god—”

“see? that’s how he sounds!” you gasp like you cracked the case. “do it again.”

mochi’s eye twitches.

you’re fully sprawled across him now, clinging to the lapel of his coat like a lost little puppy. he adjusts your seatbelt with one hand, sighing, then brushes your hair away from your face with the other.

“i’m taking you home. and tomorrow, when you wake up with a hangover, i’m gonna remind you how you called me an imposter.”

you giggle. “you sound hot when you’re mad.”

he mutters under his breath, “so i am your boyfriend?”

“…hm. jury’s still out.” you poke his cheek. “i’ll decide when i’m sober.”

kanji leans back in the seat, groaning. “you’re so lucky i love you.”

you yawn and nuzzle into his side, half-asleep already. “my boyfriend loves me too…”

he glances down. your arms are wrapped around him now. soft breaths tickling his neck. and he knows you won’t remember a damn thing in the morning.

but he smiles anyway.

“yeah, he really does.”

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RAN

you’re tipsy. no— scratch that.

you’re gone.

ran knows it the second you stumble out of the bar, heels in hand, mascara a little smudged, smile big and dizzy as you scan the street like it’s moving. it’s not. you are.

“there you are,” ran drawls, slipping his phone into his pocket, voice low and lazy as ever. “i’ve been looking everywhere, baby.”

you squint at him.

you squint at him.

and then you take a step back, blinking. “…sorry, do i know you?”

ran freezes.

“…what?”

“you’re really tall,” you slur, clearly impressed. your finger pokes at his chest, right at the silver chain peeking from his collar. “and you smell expensive.”

he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “you don’t recognize me?”

you tilt your head, swaying. “are you a celebrity?”

ran is trying. really, he is. but the corner of his mouth twitches.

“something like that,” he murmurs, stepping closer to steady you as you wobble. you stare up at him, lips parted, brows furrowed like you’re solving a math problem.

“wait…” you whisper. “do you… have a girlfriend?”

his brows shoot up.

you gasp, dramatic as ever. “because if you don’t—i know a girl who’d be sooo lucky to have you.”

he stares at you for a long, silent moment.

“...you’re trying to flirt with me,” he deadpans.

you nod eagerly. “you’re hot.”

“baby,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face. “i am your boyfriend.”

you freeze.

pause.

“…you are?”

“yes.”

“…are you sure?”

“you live with me,” he deadpans. “you wear my shirts. i literally dropped you off at this bar three hours ago.”

you gasp again. “wait—you’re ran?!”

ran looks like he’s this close to losing it. “oh my god.”

“i’m so sorry,” you whisper. “you’re so hot i didn’t recognize you.”

“…that’s not even a compliment. it’s a safety hazard.”

you giggle, tipsy and smug now, as you stumble forward into his chest. “well, you’re mine now, right?”

he rolls his eyes, arms wrapping around your waist anyway. “was always yours, drunk idiot.”

“can we get fries?”

“…you don’t even remember dinner, do you?”

“nope!”

he kisses your forehead, groaning like he’s suffering, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him.

“alright,” he murmurs, scooping you up bridal style. “fries and then straight to bed. my bed.”

“ooh,” you giggle. “that hot stranger’s bed?”

“jesus christ,” he mutters, shaking his head.

but he’s smiling the whole way home.

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RINDOU

rindou has seen you in many states. sleepy, grumpy, pouty, clingy. he's even seen you swing a pan at mochi for “looking weird.”

but drunk? drunk you is a different species entirely.

“what the fuck,” he mutters, watching you sway unsteadily in your heels as you stumble out of the bar with your friends. “she said she’d have one drink.”

you spot him leaning against his car, wearing his usual black, his lavender hair tousled and unbothered. but instead of rushing into his arms like you usually do—

you squint.

hard.

“...who are you?” you ask, dead serious.

rindou blinks. “what?”

you point at him accusingly. “you’re hot. are you a stripper?”

“a what—?”

“did my friends send you? for my birthday?? oh my god, you’re my present, aren’t you??” you gasp dramatically, stumbling forward with jazz hands. “stripper boyyyy~!”

rindou grabs your waist before you faceplant into the pavement. “jesus, baby. it’s me. rindou.”

“rindou?” you frown. “nooo, my rindou has sleepy eyes and looks mean but actually buys me cat stickers when i’m sad.”

“that’s literally me.”

you lean in closer, squinting harder. “hmmm. i don’t know. you’re suspiciously hot. too hot. hot with earrings?? hot with a lip ring?! are you even real???”

“what the hell are you even saying,” he says, but he's already pulling you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “get in the car, idiot.”

you gasp. “he even smells like rindou!! what kind of AI technology—”

he physically picks you up bridal-style before you embarrass yourself any further. you're still rambling nonsense about stripper androids as he buckles you into the passenger seat and shuts the door.

rindou sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“should’ve just handcuffed you to the couch tonight,” he mumbles.

“kinky,” you slur from your seat.

he slides into the driver's side, throws you a dry look, and says, “remind me to delete your birthday next year.”

you giggle and flop your head against his shoulder.

“…but you’re cute for a stripper.”

rindou mutters under his breath, “yeah, and you’re dead when you sober up.”

but he doesn’t push your head away.

[littlepumpky]

“How they react when you getting flirted at” // Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Ran, Rindou, Izana, Hanma

Synopsis: It always happens the same way. You’re just minding your business — at work, at the bar, on the street — when some stranger decides they have a right to your attention. They lean in too close, their words sticky with unwanted confidence, their hands brushing where they don’t belong. You tell them no, you step away, but they don’t listen.

And then he’s there.

Your boyfriend.

Mikey (Sano Manjiro):

It was one of those lazy afternoons, the kind where Mikey insisted the two of you needed a snack break. His eyes had lit up when he spotted a convenience store, and of course, you ended up being dragged inside by the hand.

You were standing at the counter with your things—snacks, drinks, and of course, a pack of dorayaki for him—when the cashier gave you a grin that lingered a little too long.

“Damn… you’ve got a really pretty smile. Bet you make a lot of people’s day with it.”

You blinked, caught off guard. You opened your mouth to answer politely, but before a single word left you, you felt the warmth of someone pressing up against your back.

Mikey leaned against you, chin settling comfortably on your shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His arms slipped around your waist, holding you a little too tightly for it to be casual.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His face looked calm, but you knew him well enough to see the little shift in his eyes—the softness was gone, replaced with a faint sharpness that made your stomach flutter.

“Oi.” His voice was lazy, but there was no mistaking the edge in it. “They’re mine. Don’t look at them like that.”

The cashier froze, clearing their throat and quickly focusing back on ringing up the snacks.

Mikey didn’t let go of you until you both walked out of the store, bag in hand. His expression was neutral, maybe even a little blank, but you noticed the way his fingers were curled tight around yours as you walked.

You tugged on his hand lightly. “Mikey… you didn’t have to get so jealous. It was just a comment.”

He puffed his cheeks, looking away with an exaggerated pout, like a child who’d been told no candy. “Tch. I didn’t like it. You’re my girlfriend. Why should anyone else be smiling at you like that?”

There it was—his real feelings, wrapped up in his childish stubbornness. It made you laugh softly, though you reached over and brushed your thumb against his cheek to ease him out of his sulking.

“Hey,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, soft and quick, “you don’t have to worry. I only want you.”

Mikey blinked at you, stunned for a beat. Then, almost without thinking, he tugged on your hand, pulling you a little closer until your chest bumped lightly against his. His pout wavered.

“…That wasn’t enough,” he muttered under his breath. Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned forward and caught your lips in a proper kiss—warm, slow, lingering just long enough to make your heart skip.

When he pulled back, his grin was wide and boyish, his forehead resting against yours. “Heh. Much better. Now I believe you.”

You shook your head, laughing under your breath, but your cheeks were warm as he dug into the bag and pulled out the dorayaki. He tore it open, took a bite, then held the rest out to you with a grin.

“…I’ll even share with you. Just this once.”

And that was Mikey—jealous one moment, laughing the next, stealing kisses in between bites of dorayaki, but never letting go of your hand the entire way home.

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

The shop was quiet that afternoon. You were standing at the counter while Chifuyu disappeared down an aisle to grab food for Peke J. Left alone for a moment, you idly scrolled through your phone, waiting.

That’s when someone walked in—a tall guy, about your age, who glanced at you and immediately gave a smile that lingered a little too long.

“Wow… didn’t expect to run into someone as good-looking as you here. You come here often?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, and gave a polite, noncommittal nod. “Sometimes.”

The guy leaned an elbow on the counter, clearly not deterred.

“Guess I’ll have to start coming here more often then. You’d make the trip worth it.”

You shifted your weight uncomfortably, about to respond when the sound of footsteps caught your ear. Chifuyu came back around the corner, balancing two bags of food in his arms. He froze mid-step, watching for just a moment as the stranger leaned toward you with that grin.

“So… do you have a boyfriend? Or maybe someone like me could take you out sometime?”

You opened your mouth, but before you could answer, Chifuyu was there. He set the bags down a little harder than necessary, the thud making the stranger straighten. Sliding an arm around your waist, Chifuyu pulled you gently but firmly against his side.

His voice was calm, but there was a little tremble under it, the kind that came with barely controlled nerves.

“Yeah, they do. Me. I’m their boyfriend.”

The stranger blinked, smirk faltering for a second. He gave a dismissive shrug. “Relax, man. I was just talking.”

Chifuyu’s grip around you tightened ever so slightly. His green eyes narrowed, but he forced a small, polite smile.

“Talking’s fine. Flirting with someone else’s partner isn’t. So maybe you should stop.”

Something in his tone made the other guy glance away awkwardly. With a mumbled excuse, the stranger walked off toward the shelves, leaving the two of you at the counter.

Chifuyu exhaled a little too quickly, like he’d been holding his breath the entire time. His hand was still firmly on your waist, and you turned to look at him.

“Chifuyu…” You smiled softly. “You didn’t have to get so serious.”

His cheeks went pink instantly. He rubbed the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on you but clearly flustered. “I know, I know. But I hate it when people talk to you like that. It… makes me feel like I might not be good enough for you.”

Your heart softened at how vulnerable he sounded. You reached up, brushing your hand along his jaw, making him finally look at you.

“You’re more than enough. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.”

His eyes widened at the words, lips parting slightly as though he couldn’t quite believe you said it so easily. Then, slowly, his boyish smile spread across his face, his blush deepening.

“…You’re gonna kill me one of these days,” he muttered, leaning down so his forehead touched yours for a second. Then, with a laugh, he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

For the rest of the visit, his hand stayed firmly wrapped around yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles absentmindedly—as if to remind himself you were real, and you were his.

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Mitsuya Takashi:

It was a sunny afternoon, the perfect day to take Luna and Mana out to the playground. Mitsuya had been insisting they needed fresh air, and you happily tagged along, holding the picnic bag while he held both his sisters’ tiny hands.

The girls ran off to the swings as soon as they spotted them, laughing loudly. You and Mitsuya followed, sitting on a nearby bench where you could watch. Mitsuya leaned back, his shoulders relaxed as he smiled at the sight of them.

“Thanks for coming with us,” he murmured, his hand brushing against yours on the bench before he linked your fingers together. “They always love when you’re around.”

You gave him a soft smile, squeezing his hand. “I love being around them.”

It was peaceful—until a voice interrupted.

“Hey there. Haven’t seen you around here before.”

You looked up to see a man standing nearby, hands in his pockets, flashing you a confident grin.

“Uh… hi,” you said politely, shifting a little.

The man took a step closer, ignoring Mitsuya completely.

“You know, you’ve got a really nice smile. Bet you make a lot of people fall for you with it.”

Mitsuya straightened slightly, his calm eyes narrowing just a fraction. He didn’t say anything yet, letting you handle it, but his hand around yours tightened almost protectively.

You gave a small, awkward laugh. “That’s kind of you to say.”

The man leaned in a bit more.

“Kind, but true. I was wondering… maybe after this, you’d like to grab a coffee with me? You don’t look like you’ve got company.”

That was when Mitsuya finally stood, his shadow falling over you both. His voice was calm, polite, but carried no room for argument.

“Actually, they do. With me.”

The man blinked, looking him over. “Oh… I didn’t realize.”

Mitsuya’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you gently against his side. His expression stayed soft, but there was a firmness in his gaze that made the man quickly backpedal.

“Sorry about that.”

Without another word, he left, heading toward another part of the park.

Mitsuya exhaled quietly, sitting back down with you still tucked close against him. His hand moved to brush over yours again, thumb stroking gently.

“Sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t like when people talk to you like that. I know you’d never say yes, but still… I can’t help wanting to make sure you’re safe.”

You turned your head to look at him, warmth filling your chest. His lavender eyes softened when he saw your smile.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you murmured. “I like how you protect me.”

He chuckled quietly, leaning closer until his forehead pressed lightly against yours. “You’ll make me blush if you say things like that.”

From the swings, Luna’s voice carried across the playground. “Brother! Come push us!”

He laughed, pulling away reluctantly but brushing a kiss across your temple before standing. “Duty calls. But just so you know…” He gave you a smile that was equal parts warm and teasing. “…you’re mine. And I’ll always make sure people remember that.”

With that, he jogged over to his sisters, leaving you on the bench with your heart fluttering.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

The streets were unusually quiet that night as you walked home. Too quiet. You could hear your own footsteps echoing against the pavement, and behind them… another pair.

You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, that maybe it was just someone else going the same way. But every time you turned, the same man was there—close enough that you could hear his footsteps speed up when you did.

Finally, you ducked into a side street, fumbling with your phone. Your hands trembled as you scrolled to his contact and pressed call.

The line clicked almost instantly.

“Angel? What’s wrong?” His voice was sharp, not lazy like usual.

You swallowed hard, lowering your voice as you hurried your steps. “Haru… I think someone’s following me. He keeps… he keeps trying to talk to me. He won’t leave me alone.”

As if on cue, you heard the man behind you again.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t walk so fast. I just wanna talk. You look too pretty to be walking all by yourself.”

Your chest tightened, panic clawing at your throat. “He—he’s doing it again,” you whispered.

There was silence for a beat on the other end of the line. Then Sanzu’s voice dropped, low and steady.

“Listen to me. Keep walking, don’t run. I know exactly where you are—I’ll be there in three minutes. Can you hold on for me, baby?”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see. “Y-Yeah. Please hurry.”

The man behind you whistled, still trailing.

“Don’t be shy, doll. I can keep you company tonight. I’ll treat you real good.”

You flinched, gripping the phone tighter. “Haru—”

“I’m almost there,” he cut in, his voice firm. “I’m not hanging up, okay? Keep talking to me. I’ve got you.”

You tried to focus on his voice, letting it ground you as your footsteps echoed on the sidewalk. Then, out of nowhere, a black car screeched to a stop at the curb in front of you. The door flew open, and there he was—pink hair messy, eyes blazing as he stepped out.

The man behind you froze, startled, but Sanzu didn’t even glance at him. He walked straight to you, pulling you into his arms. His hand cupped the back of your head, and his voice softened for you alone.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you now. You did so good, calling me.”

Then his gaze lifted over your shoulder, and the warmth in his tone disappeared. His grin stretched sharp, dangerous.

“You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve, huh? Following my girl around like that.”

The man stammered, hands raised, but Sanzu’s laugh was quiet and cold, the kind that made your skin prickle. He didn’t move closer though—he didn’t want to scare you more. Instead, he kissed your temple and guided you toward the car.

“Get in, angel. Don’t look back.”

You did as he said, sliding into the passenger seat. Even through the closed door, you could still hear his voice—muffled, sharp, and terrifying as he gave the man one final warning that made your stomach twist.

When he finally slipped back into the driver’s seat, his grin softened, his hand immediately reaching to hold yours.

“You okay? Did he touch you?” His eyes searched yours frantically, as if he’d fall apart if the answer was yes.

You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “No… you got here just in time.”

Relief washed over his face, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“Good. Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispered, voice trembling just slightly now that the adrenaline was fading. “Next time, just call me sooner. I’ll always come for you.”

And as the car pulled away, his hand stayed wrapped tightly around yours, his thumb stroking gently against your skin—a silent promise that as long as he was around, no one would ever hurt you.

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Ran Haitani:

The club was louder than usual, the bass thudding through your chest as you moved through the crowd. You were only there because Ran had brought you along—he was handling some business for Bonten and didn’t want to leave you alone for the night.

He’d stepped away for a moment, telling you to wait near the bar where he could see you. That’s when it happened.

A man, tall and already tipsy, leaned against the counter beside you. His eyes swept over you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“Well, well… what’s someone like you doing here all alone?”

You shifted slightly, giving him a polite but firm look. “I’m not alone.”

The man smirked, undeterred.

“Could’ve fooled me. You’re too gorgeous to be sitting by yourself.”

Before you could answer, he reached out and brushed his fingers lightly against your arm, trailing them down toward your hand. You flinched back instantly, your stomach knotting.

And then—you felt it. That familiar arm wrapping casually but firmly around your shoulders, pulling you against a broad chest.

Ran.

He was smiling, but you knew better than anyone that smile was dangerous. He pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice smooth as silk when he spoke.

“Funny, I don’t remember giving permission for anyone to touch what’s mine.”

The man froze, eyes darting between you and Ran. “I-I didn’t know she was—”

Ran tilted his head, his braids brushing against his cheek as he leaned in closer, still smiling.

“Didn’t know? You didn’t ask either. That’s the problem.”

His tone was soft, but there was an edge underneath that made the man pale. He didn’t move, though, until Ran’s hand slid from your shoulder to your waist, tugging you flush against him. His lilac eyes never left the stranger’s.

“Now. You’re gonna apologize to my girl… and then you’re gonna walk away. Understand?”

The man muttered a quick apology, stumbling off into the crowd without another word. Only once he was gone did Ran’s expression soften. He turned to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You okay, doll?”

You nodded, though your chest was still tight. Ran frowned slightly at the look in your eyes, his thumb stroking against your cheek gently.

“Sorry I wasn’t quicker,” he murmured. “Shouldn’t have let you out of my arms for even a second in a place like this.”

Your lips curved faintly. “You can’t exactly guard me 24/7, Ran.”

He chuckled low, pressing his forehead against yours. “Wanna bet?”

Then he kissed you, soft but lingering, his jealousy melting into something sweeter. When he pulled back, that playful smile returned, but this time it was just for you.

“Guess I’ll have to keep you even closer tonight, huh? Can’t have every drunk idiot trying their luck with my girl.”

And true to his word, Ran didn’t let you out of his embrace for the rest of the night—his arm draped around your waist, his hand clasping yours, his presence a constant reminder that you were his and his alone.

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Rindou Haitani:

The night had been going smoothly. You were seated at a quiet corner table in one of Bonten’s clubs, waiting while Rindou finished a quick meeting. The music pulsed through the walls, the dim lights casting everything in soft red and violet.

You were scrolling through your phone when someone slid into the empty seat across from you. A stranger, drink in hand, flashing you a grin that made your skin prickle.

“Didn’t think I’d find someone this gorgeous sitting alone.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I’m actually—”

The man leaned forward, cutting you off, his hand brushing lightly across yours where it rested on the table.

“No need to explain. I like a little mystery. What do you say we ditch this place? I’ll show you a better time.”

You pulled your hand back quickly, your chest tightening. “I’m not interested.”

But he didn’t budge. His smirk only grew, and his knee brushed against yours under the table.

That was when the air shifted.

A shadow fell over the table, and before you even looked up, you felt the familiar tension in the air—the kind only Rindou carried. He stood beside you, his mismatched eyes locked on the stranger, his jaw tight.

The man glanced up, about to speak, but Rindou cut him off in a voice like ice.

“Move.”

The stranger blinked. “Hey, I was just—”

Rindou’s hand slammed down on the table, making the glasses rattle. His voice stayed low, but the edge was razor sharp.

“I said, move. Don’t touch what’s mine again.”

Something in his tone made the man’s confidence crumble instantly. He muttered an apology and scurried away without another word, disappearing into the crowd.

Silence lingered for a moment, heavy with the tension that still clung to Rindou. His shoulders were stiff, his breathing just a little too sharp. But when he turned to you, the storm in his eyes softened.

“Did he hurt you?” His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant.

You shook your head, reaching for his hand. “No. He just scared me a little.”

Rindou exhaled slowly, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his arms. His hold was firm, grounding, as if he needed the reassurance just as much as you did.

“I hate when people look at you like that,” he admitted, his words muffled against your hair. “It makes me… feel like I’m gonna lose you.”

You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “You’re not going to lose me, Rindou. Ever.”

His eyes searched yours, vulnerable in a way he rarely let anyone see. Then, with a quiet sigh, he leaned down and kissed you—gentle, lingering, full of all the emotions he couldn’t put into words.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“I’m keeping you close tonight. No arguments.”

And true to his word, for the rest of the night, his arm never left around you—his touch protective, steady, and full of silent promises.

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Izana Kurokawa:

Your shift at the bookstore had been quiet until he showed up.

A customer, a man maybe a few years older than you, stood by the counter with a book in hand—not to buy it, but to lecture you.

“See, you probably don’t get it,” he said with a chuckle, leaning against the counter like he owned it. “This author’s actually overrated. People only read him because the language is simple. You’d really benefit from reading someone deeper, someone you can learn from. Lucky for you, I know plenty.”

You gave a polite smile, trying not to sigh. “I’ve read him, actually. And I liked his work.”

He grinned smugly, clearly not listening.

“Oh, that’s cute. But you’re only seeing the surface. Let me explain—”

And on he went, gesturing dramatically, drowning you in half-baked “analysis” as though you hadn’t already formed your own opinion. Worse, he kept leaning in closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on some big secret.

That’s when the door chime rang.

You looked up, relief flooding you the second you saw him—Izana, stepping inside with that calm, confident air that always drew attention without him trying. He had his hands in his pockets, his eyes immediately finding you.

At first, he smiled faintly, about to greet you—until he noticed the man leaning far too close over your counter. His smile froze. His expression shifted, sharp and unreadable, as he walked toward you.

The man barely noticed until Izana was standing right behind him.

“You know,” Izana’s voice was smooth, quiet, but cutting, “you’re taking up space she doesn’t want to give you.”

The man turned, scoffing. “And who are you? I was just having a conversation.”

Izana tilted his head, that faint smile returning—but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“No. You weren’t. You were talking at her. There’s a difference.”

The man’s face flushed, defensive. “She was listening—”

Izana cut him off, stepping just a fraction closer, his presence overwhelming despite his calm tone.

“She listens because she’s polite. Not because she wants you. If you were half as smart as you pretend to be, you’d notice her eyes.”

The man faltered, glancing toward you. You hadn’t realized how tense your expression had gotten until Izana pointed it out.

Izana’s smile widened slightly, satisfied. Then he turned fully toward you, softening in an instant as he reached out to brush his fingers lightly against yours over the counter.

“My girl’s never been shy about telling me what she likes,” he said gently, his gaze locking with yours. “And she’s made it very clear—it’s me. Not some stranger who thinks quoting books makes him interesting.”

The man’s jaw tightened, but he knew better than to argue. Muttering something under his breath, he grabbed his jacket and left.

Silence settled, and Izana finally let out a quiet breath, turning his full attention back to you. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as his voice softened, only for you now.

“You okay, love?”

You nodded, though you exhaled shakily. “Yeah… I just didn’t know how to get rid of him.”

Izana tilted his head, studying you with that soft intensity only he had. Then he leaned in, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

“Next time, don’t waste your energy. You don’t owe men like that a smile, or your patience. You only owe me this—”

Before you could ask, his hand slid to cup your jaw, and he kissed you.

It wasn’t hurried—it was slow, deliberate, his lips molding against yours in a way that left no doubt. The kind of kiss that made your heart stutter and reminded you exactly where you belonged.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his voice soft but laced with a possessive edge.

“You don’t need their approval. You’re mine. And I’ll never let anyone forget it.”

Your lips curved, warmth spreading through your chest as you whispered, “Good. Because I don’t want anyone but you.”

For the first time since he walked in, Izana’s smile turned warm, genuine—one reserved only for you. He pressed another lingering kiss to your lips, softer this time, before pulling away with a satisfied glint in his lavender eyes.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

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Hanma Shuji:

You were waiting near the bar, nursing a drink, when you felt a presence come up far too close.

A stranger leaned in, his arm brushing against yours on the counter.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be drinking alone,” he murmured, eyes dragging down your figure.

You shifted away politely. “I’m fine, thanks.”

But he didn’t take the hint. Instead, his hand grazed your lower back, lingering just a little too long. You stiffened, stepping sideways. He followed.

“C’mon, don’t be shy. I can treat you better than whoever you’re waiting for.”

Your pulse spiked, unease prickling at your skin. You tried to angle yourself away again, but he stepped in front of you this time, effectively boxing you against the counter. The stranger was relentless. Every time you shifted away, he stepped closer, brushing your arm, letting his fingers graze your waist like he had a right to touch you. Your patience snapped the moment his hand slid too close to your hip—you flinched back hard, bumping into a solid chest.

Strong hands steadied you, and a familiar chuckle curled against your ear.

“Aw, doll, you didn’t tell me we were playing tag. And here I thought you only ran into me like that when you wanted something.”

Your breath caught—Hanma.

The stranger turned, annoyed at first, but froze when he met Hanma’s mismatched gaze and that sharp, stretched grin.

Hanma tilted his head, eyes flicking lazily from you to the man.

“Lemme guess… you thought if you cornered her long enough, she’d magically forget how to say ‘no,’ huh?”

The man bristled. “I was just talking to her—”

Hanma snorted, laughter spilling loud and mocking, making a few heads turn.

“Talking? Buddy, if that’s what you call it, I’d hate to hear what you sound like when you’re begging.”

The man flushed, his mouth opening to argue, but Hanma leaned forward just slightly, still grinning but with an edge that cut like glass.

“See, here’s the thing. She doesn’t need you explaining yourself. She doesn’t need your hands on her. And she sure as hell doesn’t need you pretending she wanted it. Y’know what she needs?”

He tightened his hold on your hip, pulling you back against him as he smiled down at you instead. His voice dropped, smoother, softer, but still loud enough for the man to hear.

“She needs me. And lucky for both of us—I’m right here.”

The stranger’s jaw clenched, but Hanma just waved him off lazily, almost bored.

“Go on, scram. Before I really start having fun.”

And just like that, the man vanished into the crowd, mumbling an apology on his way out.

Hanma turned you gently to face him, his grin softening as he searched your eyes.

“He didn’t scare you too bad, did he, doll?”

You shook your head, though your hands were still tight around his jacket. “I just… didn’t like how he kept touching me.”

Hanma’s smile thinned, and for a heartbeat, his eyes darkened. He tilted your chin up, leaning in until his lips brushed against yours.

“Then let me remind you what real touch feels like.”

His kiss crashed down—deep, claiming, searing away every trace of the stranger’s hands until there was only him. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, mismatched eyes glinting with mischief again.

“Mm. Much better. Now everybody here knows—you’re mine.”

And the rest of the night, his arm stayed draped over you like a brand, daring anyone else to even think about testing him.

[wakasaz]

When They Get Baby Fever

🜼 Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x Reader, Wakasa Imaushi x Reader, Rindou Haitani x Reader, Ran Haitani x Reader

🜼 Warnings: MDNI, 18+, aged up characters, unprotected sex, breeding kink, use of mommy a lot, smut, talk of pregnancy, fem!reader, pet names. I think that's everything

🜼 A/N: Not proof read, possible spelling errors

Shinichiro

Shin never really thought about having kids. He was content being a big brother. That was until he started dating you and brought you around his family. Mikey and Emma are still pretty young. Shin wasn't worried about you meeting Emma but Mikey he was worried. He knows Mikey doesn't like to share his attention so he's shocked when he leaves you alone with his younger siblings for a minute to go grab drinks for everyone from the kitchen and finding you sitting on the floor, Emma behind you braiding your hair and Mikey in front of you making you do his.

Emma is giggling and calling you a princess while Mikey is leaned back against you telling you “you brush my hair better than Shinichiro” He knew you and Emma would get along the younger girl always saying she wanted an older sister but he didn't expect Mikey to open up to you so easily.

Shin walks back in, drinks in hand and asks if everyone is ready to watch the movie. Some kids movie Emma picked out and Mikey agreed to watch only because he heard someone has a sword in it. Shin sits down and immediately Mikey is pouting because “I wanna sit next to her Shin!” As he pushes his way between you and your boyfriend.

Shin isn't used to Mikey wanting someone else's attention so he just stares at Mikey. Shin is shocked again when after the movie Emma and Mikey both are demanding you put them to bed and it stirs something in him watching you tuck them in and tell them a story. It has him thinking about if your this good with his siblings how good you would be as a mommy to his kids.

So now Shin has you pinned below him in his bed thrusting into you, one leg thrown over his shoulder as he groans into your neck. “Wanna make you a mommy baby” he groans as you clench around him.

“Would be so good at it”

You moan as he thrusts harder into you hitting the deepest parts.

“Let me make you a mommy, yeah?” He asks as you nod your head frantically not wanting him to stop, moaning his name as your nails scratch down his back.

Shins had you cumming in his cock for the nth time tonight as you sob his name, tears running down your cheeks from the pleasure. He thrusts two, three more times before spilling into you as deep as he can with a moan of your name.

You both lay there catching your breath when Shin pulls out and lays his head on your belly, kissing it.

“Gonna make such a good mom, baby”

Wakasa

Wakasa never wanted kids, actually he doesn't even really like kids. Having been friends with Shinichiro and Takeomi and being around their younger siblings. Yeah father just wasn't in the cards for Wakasa.

That's until he sees you outside the gym talking to a little boy whos crying he looks to be maybe 5? Wakasa isn't too sure but something shifts as he watches you trying to cheer him up and ask where his parents are. Wakasa continues to watch you he sees a woman frantically run over crying and the boy run to her.. obviously his mother. He's never seen you so soft before so motherly.

The second you walk back into the gym Wakasa is on you, grabbing your wrist and leading you to the back where his office is. It doesn't take Wakasa long to have you naked and bouncing on his cock as he tells you how hot it was watching you take care of that child till his mother was found.

You moan so fucked out already making Wakasa chuckle. “Should let me knock you up, babe. You'd be such a good mom” he groans when you clench around his cock.

“Hottest fucking mom too. You'd have all the dads at the school drooling over you” he thrusts up into you pulling another moan from you “I'd get to tell them I fuck that pussy ever night. Make em all jealous they can't have you the way I do”

Your whining, legs shaking from how good Wakasa feels in you. “You close, sweetheart?”

You nod and he smirks up at you and he starts thrusting up faster meeting your hips. “Gonna let me fill this pussy up them?” You nod not wanting him to stop.

“Please, Waka” you slur high off the pleasure he's giving you.

“Cum for me first them babe” he says as his thumbs meet your clit pushing you over the edge. Wakasa finishing soon after with a groan.

“Bend over the desk, gonna fuck all that back in you”

Rindou

Rin never thought about kids. Never had a reason to. He didn't have any friends with younger siblings and he was the youngest out of him and Ran. Actually Rin doesn't think he's ever even been around children. Well except for Ran's daughter, his niece.

You're both currently watching her. The second Ran dropped her off she clung to you. So here Rin is sitting with pigtails in his hair having a pretend tea party with a stuffed bear, his niece, and you. Rins bored hed rather be doing anything else but he can’t stop looking at you. You're dressed up in a princess dress, where it came from he has no idea but you look hot in it and his niece is convinced you really are a princess.. hell your as pretty as one he thinks.

Eventually his niece falls asleep and an hour later Ran is picking her up. As soon as Ran leaves Rin has you pinned to the wall pushing up your dress and pushing your panties to the side as he slides his cock between your folds before pushing in pulling a moan from you both. “Always so fucking tight for me princess”

“You have no idea how fucking hot it was watching you” he groans slamming into you as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“wanna fill you up, yeah. Make you a mom for real.”

You whining his name as he ruts deeper in you. “Look at you dripping down me. You want it that bad?” You nod frantically your not sure if its because you want it or not wanting Rin to stop

“Taking me so well. Always fucking do. Pussy was made for me”

Rin has you cumming so hard you see starts him following shortly after as he buries his face in your shoulder groaning your name. He swears hes never cum that hard before.

Pulling out he pushes your panties back in place “don't want any to spill” he says before telling you get to the bedroom and get on the bed. He'll be there shortly to fuck you again. After all he can't let Ran not know the joys of being an uncle.

Ran

Ran new the second you two started dating you'd be the mother of his children he just didn't realize itd be happening so soon.

It all started because of you stupid job he told you you didn't need but you insisted on keeping it telling him you enjoyed it.

You work at a preschool and today was family day. The kids parents were there and the staff was allowed their children and partners for lunch. He saw you fawning over a child whose parents couldn't make it. You played all the little games they had set up for the familiar and you played every single one they wanted.

Ran always knew you were good with children but this is the first time he's seen you actually interact with them for a long period of time.

That's why the moment you got phone he has you bent over the couch rutting into you as you moans his named already fucked dumb on him.

“Always knew you'd be a good mommy”

His hands on your hips gripping so hard you both know it'll bruise but neither of you care.

“Gonna put a baby in you,make you mine for real”

You moan out his name feeling his tip hit the deepest parts of you as you shutter cumming all over his cock with a sob oh his name begging him not to stop

“Always feel so good, baby. Can't wait for you to be full of me” he groans bending over you more his weight on your back as he thrusts slowly but deep then cumming in you as he moans in your ear.

He kisses the back of your neck as you feel him twitch inside you before hardening again. “Gotta keep fucking you babe. Not gonna stop till I know it worked”

All characters are aged up(21+), doesn't follow canon ages for shinichiro with mikey & emma

[kunaiiikittennn]

double stuffed 𖹭

𖤐 syp: smut (18+) shinichiro x reader x wakasa ++ rindou x reader x ran (f!reader) cw; dacryphilia, double penetration, p in v, anal, creampies ++ cum, like buckets of the stuff...

a/n: slight re-write on this one, fixed a few things 𖹭

shinichiro n wakasa

with these two expect lots of bickering and whining, "why does shin get to fuck you first?" and "shuddup, she choose me." all while you're pinned between them like you aren't even there. it's the equivalent of wrangling two over-excitable puppies. it becomes a messy tangle of limbs, you almost get elbowed in the face as the two make grabby hands at your body—pushing and pulling you in opposite directions.

eventually you wind up laying on top of shin with waka hovering over you, sandwiched between their bodies as each of their cocks prod at your dripping, aching cunt. neither wants to back down. you're panting, head thrown back next to shin's as the two of them push in, impaling you on both of their meaty cocks without mercy. a sharp cry is ripped from your lungs, it's overwhelming and dizzying and slightly painful—albeit not enough to ask them to stop. their cocks drag along your walls at different paces, lost in how amazingly tight you are. an orchestra of moans fill the room, all of you writhing together in the throes of bliss. it's nothing like you've ever experienced before, stretched to the max as waka and shin drill into you.

"fuuuck— you keep sucking me back in..." shinichiro groans, eyes rolled back as he bucks his hips along the curve of your ass.

"could fuck this tight pussy forever." wakasa purrs, batting shin's hand away from your tits to play with them himself.

shin's chest rumbles below you, clearly miffed about how clingy wakasa is being. they agreed to share you, but he's not playing fair. you roll your hips, grinding into the two men, pushing them deeper into your wet heat. wakasa sees your eyes rolling back and decides to bring you back to earth. harshly pinching your nipples to get your attention back where it belongs—on him. naturally the other man isn't keen on being ignored, shin tips your face towards his. capturing your lips, and nipping at your bottom lip as you moan into his mouth. your body trembles, legs shaking, threatening to close around wakasa's hips. strong hands grip your inner thighs, pushing them wider, almost in a full split.

you feel shin's cock twitch inside you, signaling that he's nearing his release—by some miracle he lasted this long. moments later thick ropes of cum fill your insides, wakasa grunts at how hard you're clenching while you whimper meekly.

"god— look at that" wakasa hisses, eyes trained on the creamy ring on the base of his cock.

shinichiro whines, spent from his orgasm, just as waka swoops in to feverishly kiss the man below you. heat swells in you, awestruck by the sight, their tongues tangling messily as they fight for dominance.

and instead of pulling out shin stays right where he is, buried into your cunt, plugging his cum inside as wakasa pumps into you. the stretch lessens as shin becomes soft, but wakasa takes advantage of the extra space to pound you into the tall bastard beneath you—fucking you hard and fast like a rabbit.

their lips break apart, saliva string connecting them and wakasa lets out a guttural groan, your vision goes white, body shaking violently as your own orgasm crashes through you—coating both men in your sticky essence. wakasa can only stand so much, and with how tightly your squeezing his cock? no shot. he's a goner. his hips buck as he pumps his seed into you, directly into your womb, mixing with shin's and yours in the messiest concoction on the planet.

all three of you deflate, sweaty, panting and sticky.

(you might as well identify as a cream-filled donut at this point)

rindou n ran

these two are pros at working together, two beasts at mass destruction, the target—your pussy. and well just about every other part of you that they can invade, stretch out and fill to the brim with their cum. they take their time, rindou kissing and nipping at your body; your lips, neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, leaving hickies and bite marks in his wake—it'll look like you were marred by a wild animal. at the same time ran is eating you out, two fingers scissoring you open as he slowly licks up your sweet, musky juices, savoring the taste of you on his tongue.

if you think they'll fuck you quickly n be done with it you are so wrong. oh no, they won't until you're begging, voice hoarse from pleading, tears staining your cheeks—you look prettiest with a wet, scrunched up tear tracked face—even then expect that rindou will be mocking you, "sucha needy thing ain'tcha?" in that patronizing tone that has you squeezing down on ran's fingers. earning a deep chuckle from the brothers, "look at that... she's already gone dumb." ran adds on, lifting his head to watch you with rapt attention, chin dripping with your slick.

your head doesn't feel screwed on right, all loose and wobbly, just a happy drooling mess. eyes dragging along every inch of inked skin—and there's plenty of that to go around.

they manhandle you on the bed, lifting you like you weigh nothing. you're on your stomach, arms dangling off the bed with rindou positioned in front of you. and while you can't see him, you can feel ran's hands along the back of your thighs—spreading your legs apart to accommodate his body. rin taps the tip of his cock against your lips, smearing a line of pre-cum on your mouth and your tongue lolls out to take him in; he tastes a little sweet, like salted honey.

ran on the other hand has got your cheeks wide open, long fingers brushing against your asshole and spits. warm saliva dripping down to mix into the mess of your own juices. neither gives you time to adjust before the other is acting, ran pushing his cock at your entrance—the stretch burns since ran never prepped you for anal—spearing you on him in shallow thrusts that buck you forward onto rindou. who uses that to his advantage to push in deeper, hitting the back of your throat. your body bounces back n forth between the brothers as they fuck you without abandon. it's hot and intense.

brain shut off completely, just a plaything for them to toy with as they deem fit.

you drag your tongue along the vein under rindou's cock, cheeks hollowed as you suck on his tip whenever he pulls back. such a good girl turned dirty slut. he wonders how much dick you've sucked to be this good. but it's no matter. his will be the only cock that bruises the back of your pretty throat from now on.

ran enjoys the sight gifted to him, your ass jiggling with every hard snap of his hips. perfect body sucking him in, he could live here. sunk deep into you. plant you on his lap as you squirm, trying to hide that he's got you cockwarming him. the thought sends him over the edge—

rindou spills down your throat at nearly the same time ran stuffs your ass full of his seed.

(they last for multiple rounds until you're glazed and leaking with their cum.) 

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[luvzayne]

watch my boyfriend for me

characters: mikey, chifuyu, rindou, ran, baji, kazutora, sanzu

synopsis: how he reacts when you ask the chat to watch him for you.

warnings: the haitanis are kinda short

note/s: i’m back on my writing shit… i think, anw, please enjoy these short drabbles while i force away the rust in my writing, glad to be back 🩷 (i also plan to write a wbk version of this so heads up for that one!)

mikey:

“can you babysit my boyfriend for me?” you say to your camera as you propped it up in front of your boyfriend who paused midchew.

“babysit?” mikey asked, mouth filled with dorayaki, his dark eyes looked like a confused puppy as he looked at you, who walked away without giving him a response.

mikey swallows the sweet treat before he stares back at the camera with a confused expression. he mentally counts the seconds being recorded, confusion still etched onto his face before he brushes away the blonde strands that were framing his face.

“wanna see a cool trick?” mikey asks no one in particular before he grins and picks up the phone and props it onto a higher place.

“okay so… this is called a high kick.” mikey says as he demonstrates it, flashing a grin to the camera. the next few minutes were spent with him showing the camera all the kicks and moves he knows from the dojo.

“and finally… this is my special nuclear kick, as kazutora would like to call it– wait! let’s get a better view.” he says before he lowers the camera. “there.”

“in three… two… one…—oh oops!”

your boyfriend accidentally kicked the camera off the table.

the impact caused the tempered glass to shatter and the noise caused you to run back inside.

“what happened?!” you asked as you assessed the situation, mikey only gave you a sheepish yet guilty smile. “they couldn’t handle me…”

commenter: it started well until he knocked me tf out ⅖ will not babysit again, the kicks were cool tho.

commenter: bro struggled with placing us on a higher place but he’s a cutie patootie so i’ll give him that.

chifuyu:

“i’m gonna take a walk, watch my boyfriend for me.” you say to the camera before placing it in front of chifuyu who was combing peke j’s fur.

“baby? where are you—” “i’ll see you in a bit, baby! be nice.” you cut him off, closing the door shut.

“uh…” chifuyu didn’t know what to do. is this a new tiktok trend? are you messing with him? is the camera even— yep, it was recording.

“hi so uh.” chifuyu coughs. “my name is chifuyu, i’m (y/n)’s boyfriend.” he awkwardly introduces himself, green eyes fluttering back to the front door, silently hoping for you to walk back in.

after a few seconds and no sign of you, he refocuses back to the camera and raises peke j in view. “this is my cat.”

“his name is peke j.” he grabs one of peke j’s paws and waved it to the camera, making a small meowing sound as he does so. “he’s saying hi too!” chifuyu grins before he laughs at his cringe.

“what the hell am i even doing.” he says before petting peke j’s head and running over his scar. an idea suddenly coming to his head.

“so… my mom didn’t want peke j at first. i had to hide him in my hoodie when i was 12 just so i could keep him…”

you came back to chifuyu talking animatedly to the camera, a big smile on his face as he pets his cat.

“oh, baby! you’re here.” chifuyu notices you immediately before he pats the space beside him. “i was just telling them how peke j was the reason how you and i met!”

the two of you talked to the camera until your phone notified that there was no more storage. you should really clean up your gallery, stop procrastinating.

commenter: HE’S SO ORANGE CAT CODED

commenter: his lil cat adoption story was so sweet pls make a part 2!!

rindou:

your boyfriend was in his homemade gym room doing his sets when you placed the phone on the tripod that you set up in the room. rindou sets down his dumbbells as he looks at you with a raised brow.

you say nothing to him before you start recording, “make sure my boyfriend doesn’t hurt himself, thanks!” you say to the camera before you bolted out the room before rindou could say a word in.

rindou sighs as he gets up from his bench press, all sweaty and gross as he approaches the camera. he rolls his eyes once he realizes that the camera was recording. nevertheless, he returns back to his sets, grunting heavily every time he finishes parts of his routine.

you came back to see your boyfriend doing push-ups, a circular weight on his back and his biceps flexing everytime he pushes down.

“really?” you asked and rindou pauses mid push-up to look at you with a confused gaze.

“you’re being all slutty and sweaty for my camera?” you cross your arms, a deadpan expression on your face, rindou kneels from his position and gives you a look of disbelief.

“you’re the one who started recording! i’m just doing my normal routine.” you scoff.

“then why’d you have to look like a whore doing it!”

“excuse me?”

commenter: bro groans like a good boy

commenter: excuse me sir that groan? what happened to hi and hello?

(rindou had to make a follow up video explaining that he was taken AND he does NOT take it like a good boy.)

baji:

“i’m going to get the food outside, can you watch him for me?” you say, shoving the phone to baji’s face before running away. the action causes baji to jolt up from the couch and gripping the phone to stop it from falling in his grasp.

“oi, what the—” “oh, and no swearing, keisuke! we don’t want to get flagged.” you say before running out the door.

“huh?” it was only then baji realized that the phone was on a livestream and there are dozens of comments squealing over him.

“i’m so fu–darn hungry, (y/n)’s taking so long” he groans

“what am i supposed to do with this?” baji asks the chat and one comment in particular caught his eye.

“that’s a great idea, kazutora” he smiles ominously.

the next thing you knew was chifuyu calling baji’s phone. you picked it up and before you could even get a word in, you can hear chifuyu’s panicked voice.

“(y/n)! baji’s about to commit arson in your backyard!”

“he’s about to what?!”

commenter: 2/10 will not babysit again, he looks like he bites

commenter: 1/10. he scares me

kazutora:

“hey, babysit my boyfriend for me? thanks!” that was said with no context as kazutora finds himself facing the front camera of your phone. he stiffens up, not used to looking at himself much.

he awkwardly reaches for his bowl of cereal, eyes hyper focused on the camera as he scoops the spoon into the bowl.

“uh… hi.” he waves awkwardly, trying to watch the series that was on tv but he still couldn’t feel comfortable with the camera pointed at him so he turns the tv off.

“so uh… i’m eating a bowl of cocoa puffs.” kazutora says, showing the camera his meal, “they’re really good. it tastes like cocoa… i mean obviously– anyway!”

kazutora coughs. a blush forming on his cheeks on how awkward the entire situation is.

“so uhm. cats are cool.” he starts. “did you know that the calico cats were brought in japanese voyages because sailors thought they brought good luck?”

“it’s uhm. a pretty cool fact if i do say so myself.” silence.

“uh a cat was also mayor in an alaskan town for 20 years so there’s that.”

“oh! also, did you know that isaac newton invented the cat door?”

commenter: 5/5 he’s a lil awkward but his cat facts are so cute

commenter: 4/5 did not know about these cat facts and ill change my rating to 5/5 if we get more cat facts

sanzu:

“watch haru for me, thanks. he’s your problem now.” you say as you plop the phone in front of sanzu’s desktop.

“babe, what the hell?”

“careful, chat, he bites.” with that, you turned on your heel and left.

sanzu looks at the livestream and realizes that everyone was either thirsting for him or asking when your next shared content will come out.

“i’m in the middle of editing the video when that headache forced you to babysit me” sanzu said, shaking his head. “i do have one with senju coming out tomorrow, we tried 1 star hair products.”

he reads a comment and shakes his head. “of course not on my hair. (y/n) loves running her fingers on it and i’d be damned if i ruined it." he says before reading more comments

“what are your hair recommendations for someone with dry hair? well first, go condition that shit…”

“your curly hair is getting frizzy? souya said to not comb it while dry but i don’t know, if you fuck it up, blame the twins. my hair is pin straight so i wouldn’t know”

“skin care? i don’t know. whatever (y/n) puts on my face— don’t you dare take me out of context.”

commenter: was expecting to babysit this babygirl but got great skincare and haircare advice

commenter: apparently i was using the wrong toner, thanks for the help 5/5 will babysit again.

ran (bonus):

did not need any babysitting, was just asleep.

commenter: bro’s snoring

commenter: hes meditating guys

commenter: he’s died

note/s: if there is a tiktok trend u best believe i WILL write about it, i also hope u get the meme reference for ran.

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev.

cont. two

synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: i just want the drama >:) may make more parts, and even extend said headcannons into longer fics in the future, but wanted to post something quick for mother’s day. hope you enjoy!

When you disappeared off the face of the earth, MIKEY had never been the same. One fight. One argument that spiraled out of control, and you were just gone...

He had people looking for you for about a couple years, the trail ran cold after a while and he had half a mind to think you were dead. Up until he got intel of your whereabouts one morning during a meeting.

That man got up and left immediately.

He wasn’t accompanied with any of his men, only because he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention in the broad daylight. Sure, him wearing a black hood, ball cap, and mask in a park didn’t really help him look inconspicuous but it at least concealed his identity enough for him to blend in. Mikey sat on a bench for a good forty minutes, anxious, making anyone who passed him shiver from his intense aura alone; even birds walked around him. After almost an hour of waiting, he began to feel frustrated. Perhaps, the intel was false. Just as he went to stand, already conjuring up ways to have Sanzu execute the idiot who wasted his time, he heard it.

Your voice. Seizing him, like a siren’s call.

His eyes were alert, darting around until they landed on your figure, spotlighted by the sun, like an angel descending from the heavens. You looked good, healthy. That was good. An array of emotions fought for their turn in Mikey’s heart—Relief, distress, anger, nostalgia. He couldn’t just pick one, especially when it came to you. As he watched from his spot, doing his best to not seem suspicious, he clocked the people you were approaching with excitement, your peppy stride as you waved at, what he presumed, to be mother and daughter.

However, his entire world turned upside down when the little girl extended out her arms towards you, and said “Mama!”

“Hello, my darling.~” You cooed, taking her into your awaiting arms from the woman, embracing the toddler tightly. “Mama missed you so much.”

“Missed you, mama!” was the child’s reply, followed by her giggles.

A bucket of cold water would’ve been better than this. Watching you converse with who he now assumes to be the babysitter, Mikey felt faint. Vision blurring, head pounding, heart clenching. You…you…no. There’s no way. You wouldn’t have moved on…you couldn’t have, not like this, not from him. You loved him, didn’t you? You still love him, didn’t you?

How could you…how could you?

Before he knew it, he started to follow you around. From the park, to the store, all the way back to your apartment. He already phoned some of the executives to start working in on the babysitter, and anyone else in your new found circle for information. He wanted answers. He needed them.

By the time you began fixing dinner, with your daughter laid down for a nap, you receive a knock at your door. Who could that be at this hour?

RAN was chilling outside the rendezvous spot for something the boss and a few other execs were participating in, having a smoke, minding his business, up until he sees a little girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform approaching, standing before him and just…staring. She barely came up to his thighs, could've been no older than seven. She was practically staring into his soul with bright lavender eyes that scarily reminded him of Rin’s when he was that age.

He stared back, head tilted as he blew out the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The hell was a kid doing on this side of town?

Then, after an uncomfortable staring contest, the little girl points at his cigarette. “My ma says those things are bad for you.”

Ran raised a brow, “Does she now?”

“Mmhm! She says it makes people unhappy.”

He offered a thoughtful nod, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Mm. Do I look unhappy?”

The girl looked at Ran for a minute, eyes squinted. Eventually, she shook her head. “No. But, ma also says people who are always unhappy get better at hiding it.”

Ran’s grin faltered. Her unwavering stare started to unnerve him, especially after hearing such a heavy statement come from such a small package.

After a brief moment of silence, he chuckled softly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He exhaled. “Smart woman.”

The little girl beamed, “Mmhm! My ma knows a lot of stuff.”

“Tsk. But not ‘Stranger Danger’, apparently.”

She tilted her head, curious. “Huh?”

“You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself, let alone approaching someone you don’t know. ‘s not safe. Especially for nosy little girls who stick their noses in other people’s business. Your ma never taught you that?”

The little girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “Duh. Of course she did. Everyone knows that rule,” she exasperated. Ran snorted, but yielded when she squinted at him, pointing as she sassed. “And I do so know you, so you’re not a stranger.”

This time, Ran couldn’t help the incredulous laugh. “Oh, you know me, huh? That’s not good. ‘m supposed to keep a low profile. Say, you ain’t a cop are you?” He teased, earning another eye roll.

“No. Too small to be a cop, dummy.”

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t notice. Where do you know me from, then?”

The little girl pointed over to the building..where the executives were having their meeting. She beamed, “Ma’s works in there. On important people days she can’t get me from school, so she tells me to come straight here, and to not talk to the purple man that stands near the building. She says you’re mean.”

Ran smirked, then gave a half-hearted shrug.

“She also says you’re my pa. But, I never believed her. You’re too old.”

Ran’s smirk dropped.

Whether more from the first comment or the last, you decide. But, one thing was for certain: he needed another cigarette.

SANZU cackled watching some guy struggle to round up a couple of rowdy twins at the convenience store. One was knocking shit off the shelves while the other ran circles around the guy. It was what he needed for his bitch of a hangover, a good laugh to distract from the ache in his skull.

However, he wasn’t laughing for long when you came around the corner of the isle, holding a few items with a smile on your face that soon faded once you saw the scene unfolding before you; the pinkette thought he was still tripping balls. Blinking a few times to allow any after effects of the drugs to clear up, when you didn’t disappear he used his long legs to swiftly yeet behind one of the shelves, peering around it like some paranoid stalker. The last time you had spoken, you had threatened to castrate him with your teeth if you ever saw him again.

And he’d be damned if he tried your bluff.

He watched in awe as you straightened those twins up quick. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought they were trained to obey you, and only you. Any other authority be damned. While the guy was putting all the stuff back on the shelves, sweaty and out of breath, you gently reprimanded them for causing trouble. You still made that cute pouty face you always did whenever you were mad at him…

“What did we talk about earlier? Hm? Mr. Satoru was very kind to help mama today, you know. You two promised me you’d be on your best behavior for him.”

Sanzu gagged. This was the rebound you let nut in you? This huffy moron who can’t handle a couple of ankle biters, this was your king? He had half a mind to just gut the guy to put him out of his misery from that pathetic display from earlier, alone. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be back home. He remembers when he was that age—Rowdy, reckless, the Antichrist. Adorable, but deadly. God bless that poor bastard’s soul.

Wait…Mister? Not…dad?

The first twin whined, stomping their feet. “He’s too boringggg!”

Come to think of it…if Sanzu squinted…the longer he looked at the little family…he swore the more he saw the resemblance of himself in the tiny gremlins. From the hair, to the eyes, all the way down to the mannerisms…Hang on. When had been the last time you two fucked? Three…no, was it four years ago?

The second twin huffed, pointing at the man. “Yeah! And he’s jus’ being nice so that he can sleep in your bed, mama!”

You flushed, nervously chuckling as you looked around to make sure no one heard. Sanzu ducked behind a bag of chips, now nothing but eyes peeking through the gaps of food on the shelf.

So…that loser’s not the father? Then…could that mean..?

“He’s mama’s boyfriend, remember? He’s allowed to do that. And he’ll be around for a while, so I want you two to be nice, okay?”

“…okay, mama.” They grumbled.

Sanzu almost popped a blood vessel, fist clenched around a bag of Lays and nearly busting it. He chuckled darkly, “Oh. We’ll see about that.”

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[serotonins-stuff]

He isn't the type to let you bend over to pick something up in peace.

As soon as he sees your upper body go down, your ass perched perfectly in the air, he can't help but appear behind you all of a sudden. Hand reeled back, and bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Just when you notice the devious presence behind you, a loud slap echoes from your right cheek and you fall forward from the impact.

The recoil traveled throughout your entire leg, and he couldn't feel more proud of himself in that moment.

"Ow!" You winced, looking back to see a smug look on his face "Did you have to do it that hard?"

"Listen sweetheart" he chuckled, before bending down to place you over his shoulder "If you're gonna wear that around the house you can't expect me not to touch"

"That was not just a touch" you whined, still feeling the harsh sting your behind has been granted with.

"Awww, then let me rub it better yeah?"

GOJO, TOJI, geto, Sukuna, Bakugo, HAWKS, dabi, KARMA, kurroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, HANMA, BAJI, Mikey, RAN, Tengen, ENJIN, Jabber

m.list

[dreamerimpossible]

Relationship Headcanons

Warnings: 18+ content, unhealthy relationships, typical canon violence, threats, toxic behavior, manipulation, all characters in this work are portrayed as 18 or older.

Important:This analysis is my own and is not intended to dismiss others. Throughout the headcanon, I provide certain personality descriptions that attempt to be vague or broad enough to appeal to all types of readers. I apologize in advance if I haven't succeeded. It's important to mention that, unlike the relationship analysis I did with Slashers, I didn't take any creative liberties here. Everything I put here is what I genuinely believe would happen with each character. Finally, remember that fiction is fiction, and these dynamics should never be replicated in real life.

Characters: Mikey (Manjiro Sano), Kazutora Hanemiya, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma.

Mikey

Only adult versions of Mikey. I would describe each one, but it's better to provide the most general version possible because they all share common traits.

Mikey and his "dark impulses" act like an iron wall when it comes to relationships. In a purely realistic characterization, we could assume that affective/sexual relationships would be closed off because he locked himself away to avoid hurting anyone else. This version makes perfect sense. But for the sake of the analysis, we will continue.

Mikey, in all his versions, would be terribly distant. He would have conflicting feelings about you: on one hand, you might consciously annoy him, but you wouldn't be to blame for it. In reality, the fact that you have "too human" reactions (crying, laughing, getting excited) would remind him of everything he lost—and everything lost by those who stayed by his side and risked themselves to help him. That would make him colder, more evasive, and cruel. He would hate that you constantly remind him of those he lost, and at times, you would believe the void in his gaze is pure hatred.

If we go deeper into the analysis—without intending to romanticize him through his trauma—we could think that this surface-level hatred hides something much darker: he is cold and evasive because he believes he will lose you too. It is a way of protecting himself to cushion the blow. It’s not something he can mediate or control; it’s just a fucked-up defense strategy developed so he could survive in hostile environments with no future. It might sound terrifying that Mikey, in every version, carries deep within him the idea that you will also die and he will be unable to stop it.

Even so, on the surface, he won't realize this. He will convince you, everyone else, and himself that he only uses you because you are compliant. On the other hand, being with Mikey means you have to bite your tongue. He is not someone you can joke with or treat as an equal; he is not your partner, he is your superior. Any lack of respect will be punished to the extreme. Mikey, for most of his adulthood, is apathetic and empty. He can make cruel decisions with the justification that "everything ends this way eventually," while ignoring that black hole in his chest that drives him to act that way.

I don't mean to ignore that he is just a broken man whose life conditions, interests, and skills forced him into a high-risk environment where he had to endure the death of his loved ones. But unfortunately, this doesn't turn him into a clingy boyfriend who holds onto you as his anchor. In fact, contradictorily, him pulling away and being cold most of the time is the greatest act of affection he could give you. If he didn't care about you, he would let you cling to him, because he wouldn't suffer internally if something bad happened to you.

Finally, what is indisputable is that you would have great security, and if resources allow, you will have everything you need. You will be constantly at risk because his life will never cease to be dangerous. In reality, he could be quite functional at keeping you safe, at the cost of your freedom and ability to choose. He won't ask if you agree; he will simply decide for you. He would have high levels of control, coldness, and evasion. He will order you not to be a traitor; he will tell you exactly what will happen to you if you decide it's a good idea to sleep with someone else or open your mouth to anyone about his business—and you will understand and do nothing to anger him.

Beyond that, I don’t see much. He won't be overtly jealous, possessive, or obsessive. He is what he is at this point: a man capable of locking you up because your presence generates something in him that he cannot, and will not, put a name to at that moment. His "care" will be protecting you while evading your emotions and attachments with a coldness that could hurt you if you are emotionally vulnerable. And that distant, seemingly disinterested attitude is what would make you realize he is trying to protect himself from your inevitable end by his side.

Kazutora

In his adult version, he carries a heavy load of guilt and self-loathing. No matter how much therapy he takes, his structural intensity will make it very difficult for him to rid himself of his destructive self-perception. Deep down, he will always feel like a traitor who has a life he doesn't deserve—one obtained through deception at the cost of his mistakes and the pain of others. He will try to rehabilitate himself and succeed. He will do things better and be quite decent. But a part of him died with his teenage mistakes. He would have to reframe that part in a healthy way for it to coexist with his new growth.

I don't think a toxic or healthy relationship makes a difference for him; the problem is that he is a candidate for both. Listen to me: he isn't easily manipulated, but if you touch a large part of his traumatic core, he could momentarily fall into destructive relationships. This is my headcanon because I think it would be ideal for him to simply follow the "good relationship manual" to the letter, but reality is different. His intensity is repressed by guilt, but it’s still there. He is a very intense person; it’s part of his nature.

And with that comes the other story: a healthy relationship. I used to think this was the ideal scenario—that a person would help him heal his sorrows, accompany him in his process, and be excessively empathetic. This would make him let go and start believing again that he can, in fact, be happy. Fatal error. I realized I wasn't thinking it through. Kazutora is so intense and obsessive that forgiving and understanding isn't enough; he has to remedy the error. That will always be the thorn in his side.

Whether you are toxic or healthy, he will try to do it right. He will set boundaries, talk about what bothers him, and walk with you at night like a normal couple. But his mind will always be fixed on the mistakes he committed and what he could do to mitigate them. It doesn't matter if you are a very good manipulator or a person who helps him improve; his mind will always be elsewhere. That’s just how he is; his obsession and intensity aren't hidden, they just changed direction. And it’s not exactly directed at you.

I couldn't tell you if the relationship would end or not, but I can tell you that you would be with a man who will never be with you entirely. His guilt is too big. He is ashamed of who he is. There will be days when he will be distant and won't want you to look at him too much. Other days, you’ll eat under the starlight and feel like things are resolved. It will be full of highs and lows where you genuinely might want to escape. If you ever have a massive fight, he will completely overflow. He doesn't want to be that impulsive and aggressive Kazutora. The downside is that he sees any hint of a fight as a future "overflow" that could lead to bad decisions. Because of this, it will be exhausting; depending on his state, your words could make him sad or angry.

Even too much understanding on your part could make him uncomfortable. He wouldn't understand how you can accept his "deplorable" actions; he’ll think you’re being manipulative or, at best, too naive. He’ll think you don't see the whole picture or the gravity of what he did. At the same time, if you make him feel too guilty, you don't win either. It’s hard to win with Kazutora.

On the bright side, you could have nice afternoons and conversations when he is stable. A fairly decent and loving sexuality. He will put effort into dates, and you will love it when he is soft and calm. You could be in the same room without speaking—you doing your thing and him, with his melancholy beauty transformed by grief, doing his, his gaze lost and guilty. You’ll sigh quietly. It saddens you that you can't make him forget.

Sanzu

Oh, this man. You’re not going to like me here, and you won't agree with me. Still, I’ll take the risk.

Yes, first and foremost, his loyalty to Mikey is monolithic and unquestionable. He would undoubtedly hurt you if Mikey said so. But this isn't surprising; we all expected it. Mikey will always be his priority. However, compared to other analyses, I don't think Mikey would ever order that. Not because he loves you or likes you, but because Sanzu would remain just as functional and faithful to him even if Mikey didn't care about your existence. He knows that if he calls Sanzu, Sanzu would leave you alone without hesitation to help him. Killing you would be useless, and he doesn't do things that don't matter. So, little masochist, that won't be your problem here. You’ll have worse (and more entertaining) ones, haha.

Sanzu doesn't need to divide his obsessions. What I mean is that Mikey will always be his greatest obsession, but that doesn't negate other fixations—much less important than Mikey, but present nonetheless. He is sadistic; he gets bored. Mikey is everything, but he will indulge in personal pleasures that don't harm the leader. Mainly because he can. Having a person at his disposal who he can keep quiet and compliant doesn't cost him much money or logistics. And betraying Mikey wouldn't be on your agenda, because he wouldn't find a woman who knows how to navigate the underworld. He would find someone normal who has no idea how the hell to get out of his web. That would be his perverse pleasure. And that pleasure would be you.

From here on, there’s a lot of analysis that only makes sense if you understand his personality as a whole and not as an archetype. Sanzu would be abusive, degrading, and sadistic. It would be terrible. It would be the most traumatic relationship of your life. At the same time, he wouldn't let you go and would be terribly obsessive. How do I justify this? No matter who you are or what the hell you whisper in his ear, Sanzu is obsessive by nature. Mikey will always be first, but if he has someone he sleeps with every day, who cries in his ear and whom he can destroy, he will inevitably become hooked. If he keeps you, it’s because he likes you. You will end up enchanting him; it’s inevitable. He is like a parasitic host that feeds on your vitality. He is needy and, at the same time, sadistic and violent.

Let’s move to the next point. In Bonten, he takes a pill. There is an idea that he is a drug addict and would be very unfaithful because of this. Or, in more optimistic analyses, they say he would be faithful except when under the influence. Respectfully, I disagree. In my opinion, Sanzu would never "black out." He is the number two of the most powerful criminal organization. Mikey’s mad dog and right hand. If he loses control, he becomes a risk. There are women and cunning assets there waiting for any moment of weakness. He would probably do drugs, sometimes, using a stimulant that would make him hyper-alert and more functional. He would see everyone else's intentions before they even act, and that would probably lower his libido because he would see in those women's body language that they don't actually want him—that they might even despise him or be secretly afraid. Going out to sleep around repulses him because he always feels like someone is going to stab him in the back. He lives in a state of paranoia.

This is where you win, because he comes home and sees you there—monitored, with indelible marks on your body, your makeup smeared, and your hair a mess. Exactly how he left you. He would feel your racing heart, your sweat, your genuine and messy moans. Your lost gaze. That damn "I love you" about to leave your mouth, a prisoner of his toxicity and intensity. And he would see that it’s all real. So fucking real. And you would be so easy to lock away (in his luxury home) that, for logistics and obsession, he will want to keep breaking you. Always. He is not a man of flings. He is a man who plays and becomes fixed forever when he loves something. You decide if enchanting him is a good or bad thing. (Only I could make this man's fidelity sound terrifying, haha).

Ran Haitani

Here we go, disagreeing again. If I only looked at Ran's aesthetic, the "fandom" version makes sense. But I’m going to look deeper into the logic of everything he’s lived through.

Ran is Rindou's older brother. They both grew up practically alone in the world. I know being a good brother doesn't mean you're a good man—you can be a good brother and a bad guy. Those can coexist. However, while Ran and Rindou like the gang lifestyle and fighting, they didn't seem emotionally connected to the problems that arose (except with Izana in Tenjiku). Afterward, they didn't seem to care much. This leads me to believe his sadism stems from the concept of being a "show." And at the same time, as a survival strategy. It’s not a structural sadism like Sanzu’s.

This is complemented by the fact that Ran is Rindou's provider. His younger brother follows him and respects him with a hint of fear—the kind you have for an older brother who had to play a role that wasn't his. Ran is very good at reading people and environments; you develop those skills when you look after someone younger. He’s had to move in hostile environments since forever. He likely had no one but himself and his brother. That ability to read environments and the fact that he isn't a "sadist by nature" (meaning ruthless and cold just because) makes him a man who would notice your sorrows and your sadness.

Since we take out the idea that he makes others suffer for no reason—that his sadism doesn't feed on unconsciousness but rather the premise of "it's them or us, we’ll win with style"—it makes no sense for him to make you suffer just because through infidelities. You aren't a rival or an enemy; you aren't a potential traitor and you’re nothing like the people Ran has had to deal with. Why would he do that to you? For a "low-class" sadism? Who do you think he is? Hanma?

In reality, I see him as a normal guy who is very social and can enter social circles easily. It’s likely he’s had a couple of relationships that didn't work for other reasons, not because he decided overnight to cheat on the person he chose. I can't say much about Bonten Ran because there’s no info, but his status as a dangerous man doesn't change my analysis. I see him as a guy with sporadic relationships that might progress or not. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Period.

If it does, that’s when he would protect you and teach you how to move in his world so nothing happens to you. But the idea of him being a relentless cheater and extremely cruel doesn't fit with who he actually is beyond the "vibes." He wouldn't be the "best" boyfriend because I think he’d be very passive; I’m not saying he wouldn't try, but he wouldn't put all his effort into the relationship. He’d just let it flow. That fits his usual calm and his ability to lighten the mood. He’s worked hard for everything for Rindou; that’s why I think with a partner, he’d allow himself to be more passive. I also don't think he’d be very picky. That’s why I think Rindou actually makes for a "better" boyfriend (by extension, since Ran is more of a "lukewarm" option). Lukewarm can be good or bad. Ran will know things about you, your reactions, everything. That doesn't change the fact that some of your dates might just be for sleeping (some, not all, haha).

Rindou Haitani

Here we can reconcile. Rindou is the second-best boyfriend in the Tokyo Revengers character book on the Tenjiku scale (referring to adult Rindou), below Kakucho and above Kokonoi.

First, I don't see him as "the best of the worst" because Kakucho would objectively be a good boyfriend and Kokonoi has shown a capacity for attachment. I assume Rindou would be functional, though that doesn't mean he’s a walking green flag—no one is. At the same time, Rindou drinks a lot, likes parties, and his world is generally chaos. I think his functionality as a boyfriend doesn't lie in his personality, but rather in the friction caused by his environment. I don't think he is a "bad option" because he himself would make you suffer, but rather because his routine would make things difficult.

Like Ran, his violence is aesthetic. He enjoys it, but I think he could live without it (his dream is to be a DJ). In my view, you’d have to connect with him, and that would be harder than with Ran because he’s likely less social than his brother (though everyone is compared to Ran's charisma). Once you connect, I think he’d try to distance you because of his lifestyle. The gang/mafia life is no place for just anyone. You’d have to be insistent, but he wouldn't change his routines for you. You could approach him while he’s with friends in the park drinking; he’d look at you seriously but wouldn't kick you out to avoid looking weak in front of others.

You get closer like that, little by little, and he might start opening up. It’s likely most of the time you’d have to approach while Ran is there, and since Ran is pure charisma, he’d make you feel comfortable (while teasing). If you were very insistent, they’d talk between themselves, mocking you a bit; as long as you aren't a stalker, you’ll have opportunities.

In the relationship itself, I think he’d take you to places that don't imply risk for you (like a gang fight). They’d be dates just for the two of you. Often you’ll hang out with both brothers. It would be a fairly "normal" relationship within the realm of possibility. The problem arises when he’s with his friends all day or wakes up drinking and you want more time. In that case, there would be friction—not because he wants to be a heartless idiot, but because he is a man with an ego, used to winning and having the last word. That would clash with your demands, mostly because he isn't used to them. He also wouldn't want to be seen as "soft."

This would cause real problems, but could be easily overlooked because he’ll take you on outings where the risk is low and you can be seen without being harmed. I see it as one of those typical relationships where each has their free time and respects the other's, so that when they meet up, they share a fun time. I see him keeping things superficial. I don't think you could talk about very deep feelings with him. Ran and Rindou are a team with a specific context; that makes them interesting. I rule out them being sadistic idiots to people who haven't done anything to them. But they are interested in aesthetics, recognition, and survival. Talking about deep topics might clash with his need to disconnect and have a good time (justified by the parties, heavy drinking, and impulsivity). In short: a decent boyfriend who buys you what you want, gives you fun moments, and protects you, but with the risk of not having a very deep relationship in terms of complexity.

Kisaki

With Hanma and Kisaki, we’ll definitely agree because they have the clearest profiles in the manga. Both react to attachments and bonds.

Let’s set Hina aside. Pretend he never noticed her, or that his obsession ended, or this happens after. Or pretend she doesn't exist. If you don't reject him, it's a "better" scenario—but very lethal for you.

If he wants to marry you and you don't want to get married in general, that is a rejection to him. He hates feeling rejected. If he wants you not to work, and you do, you’re rejecting him. You see the pattern, right? Yes, it's fun to imagine he’ll give you every luxury and be devoted and compliant. But rejecting him is not something you can do. He will take control of everything. And the worst part is that in his twisted mind, if you reject things like marriage or staying home, it’s just "temporary friction." You aren't rejecting him, but ideas external to him. He is smart; he’ll know how to separate the two. The difference is he will force things until they fit his desires.

He won't give you freedom of choice because you will inevitably be "less intelligent" than him in his eyes. If you were as smart as him, he wouldn't accept you because he doesn't understand love without control. If you were an equal, you’d know where to bend him, and he can't risk that. So he will minimize you and make decisions for you. He’ll keep you away from the gang/mafia world because he’d want to keep you "clean" so you don't develop cunning. He doesn't need you to be quick or witty.

If you’ve lived a life where you’ve had to prove your skills and you’re tired of it and want to turn your brain off, Kisaki is your man. He needs you to be his breather and to feel like he can control you. He doesn't function any other way. He doesn't need constant mental stimulation; he gets that from his business. Plus, he couldn't stand you giving him lessons on what to do. Surprisingly, he would caress your cheek softly. He is obsessive, though always calculating. Both coexist. He’ll want to be soft with you because he’s obsessed, but every word is calculated to trap you in his web.

His fixation would keep you hooked. If you are attracted to him, you are attracted to the darkness. That means you’d love knowing that if you say no, he’ll ruin your life. When you sit and cry because of his control, he will kneel, touch your cheek softly, and tell you to marry him, to live with him. He’ll say he doesn't want to see you stressed, that he’ll give you everything you need. He will be so fucking sweet—this man is a total danger, but so addictive.

Never touch his ego. Never. The difference with other obsessives is that he would go from one extreme to the other: either you obey him or he hurts you because you rejected him. The only thing that would calm him is you saying "yes." He loves the "yes" blooming from your lips. He doesn't need you to be a challenge. He’s not the type to lose interest if you’re clingy; for him, it's better if you’re "easy." It makes it easier to mold you.

It’s likely that if you say yes to this man, you’ll never stop. You’ll live for years in his luxury house with zero freedom and a life you never wanted. He will convince you that this is the best life for both of you. This man is a perfect candidate for those relationships that survive the years but where the other person is totally consumed, constantly thinking, "What if...?" He won't make you shut up, but you will learn not to disappoint or anger him. An obsessive you will love because he’ll see you as perfect, finding no flaws—and at the same time, you’ll hate him for stealing your life and identity.

Hanma

Hanma bores me because he’s predictable. He’s the typical adrenaline seeker. As long as you are entertaining, you’ll have him in the clouds. That won't stop him from seeing other girls from time to time or having reckless behavior. He seeks instant gratification, so all his decisions are based on that. You’ll suffer a lot if you take him too seriously. He’s perfect for a relationship where you just want to live and lose yourself in chaos for a bit. Nothing more. Risk-taking and self-destructive behaviors will be frequent.

He prefers someone he can share the chaos with. This is the only profile where contrast wouldn't be attractive to him. Let me explain: with Mikey, Kazutora, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, and Kisaki, the fact that you are different from them would be very appealing. With Hanma, he wouldn't accept that contrast. He needs chaos, speed, and madness. If you are the opposite, he might be fascinated by the idea of "corrupting" you (like Sanzu), but Hanma doesn't have an obsessive personality, so it would be a failure and he’d discard you quickly.

In the case that you are like him and provide constant stimulation, it gets interesting. This is where I stop being bored. Now, this is a theory of mine: Hanma can feel attachment. We see it with Kisaki. That means in his twisted way, he can appreciate certain dynamics. My more cynical self would say that just because he felt attachment to Kisaki doesn't mean he’d feel it for a partner. But I’d respond that the capacity for attachment/fixation means the person isn't "dead" inside.

There is a space in his capacity for attachment where you could fit as a "constant" that he doesn't dare eliminate. That’s why being like him—or as close as possible—will help you. Follow him in his chaos; build it and tear it down. Be unpredictable. Become that constant that fits so well into his chaos that he feels particularly naked when you're gone. If he hits a rival gang, insult them intelligently, hit them in a way that makes him laugh, or be crude and jokey with them. Doesn't matter, but do something he wants to preserve and that amuses him enormously.

He is an addict to those who give him chaos and fun. If you make him believe you are his equal, any woman who approaches him for money or power will just be a one-night stand, and in the morning he’ll come back to you. Over time, he might think you are part of his brutal escapades and simply add you as if it were a natural state. He’ll call you excitedly to tell you what you’re doing that day, and you, of course, will be just as excited as he is, and he’ll love it.

At the end of the game, he would go crazy if his "constant" was gone one day. He would search for you by sea, land, and sky—not out of "love," but because he got used to hearing you, seeing you, and having you participate with him. In his world of instant dopamine, this is the most real form of attachment for Hanma. A bit mediocre, yes. But very much his style.