-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈ Wanna Be Yours!

Wanderer joins the Arataki Gang!! I think he would fit right in

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THE ONLY ONE — diluc ragnvindr.

ABOUT : upon returning to your ex-boyfriend’s dorm to pick up some of your belongings while he’s out, you stumble into his brother’s room to find a secret stash of his recordings of you.

WARNINGS : [ nsft content ; minors dni ] sub fem reader, name calling, misogyny, light marking, non-consensual filming, breeding, possessiveness, male m*sturbation, getting caught, degradation, praise, oral (receiving), dumbification, fingering, mating press, implied squirting, choking, c3rvix kissing.

“whore.” diluc muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes at the sight of you sat on your boyfriend’s (his brother’s) lap.

the pink, uniformed pleats of your miniskirt splayed out as you straddled him, making out with kaeya as if you were alone in his room. his hands audaciously groped your breasts, lips connecting to the sweet spot on your neck. for all diluc knew, you were shamelessly riding kaeya’s cock out here in the open, slutting yourself out for anyone to see.

neither of you paid any attention to diluc grabbing a glass of water, nor how his crimson eyes remained trained on each movement of your body. women like you were the problem on this campus. always running around, eager to spread your legs for the first man that showed you a crumb of attention; you needed a smart, proper man like diluc to rein you in and eliminate your salacious behavior.

guys like kaeya were good for nothing; he would rather play hooky than attend classes, and was most likely one step away from failing out. you should be going for men like diluc instead — he cared about his lectures, had multiple internships lined up for the summer too. he could provide for you, make you his submissive little housewife rather than this promiscuous whore you were right now.

to diluc, he saw no issue of snapping a picture of you sitting in kaeya’s lap. there was nothing too lewd about it, but the same couldn’t be said for the quick audio clip he grabbed of your boyfriend sucking on the sweet and tender skin of your neck. your delicate flesh was already painted with an array of purple hickies tainting your perfect skin; diluc feeling disgusted at your willingness to be exposed like that out where you could be seen.

but that was only the beginning. diluc grew hellbent on the idea of claiming you, stealing you away from his brother. he’s snap pictures while you weren’t looking — if you were going to walk around his dorm with your ass hanging out, surely he was allowed to take a reminder of the moment. he became a master at secretly sliding his phone under your skirt, photographing your clothed cunt without your knowledge. in some of the images he could see your plump pussy lips straining against the fabric, some had little wet patches soaking lacy lingerie, and a few showed the dampness of kaeya’s own cum leaking out of you. the latter of which made diluc feral, further fuelling his possessiveness. he should be the one to breed your slutty, desperate hole — not his idiot brother. he deserved you full of his seed, dumb and pliant around his cock. you should belong to him.

he had an array of other perv shots too. a few were more simple, such as you undressing, of your cleavage (oh, how he wished to mark your chest and cover you in his cum). but his prized possession was a sex tape of you and his brother that he’d recorded, phone secretly angled through the small opening of kaeya’s ajar bedroom door to get the perfect shot of you riding him reverse cowgirl, tits bouncing as you squirmed on his brother’s cock. all diluc could think about was how much better he would treat you, never even dreaming of making you do all the work. kaeya was selfish, unable to appreciate the true beauty before him. you were perfect, compromising for a man who couldn’t treat you the way that you deserved.

he kept everything stored on a hard drive, reserved for his eyes only. or at least, that’s what he had thought.

kaeya was out as per usual, probably out partying or spending time with you. times like this were perfect for diluc to break out his personal vault of perversion, to peruse the files he had saved of you. he had dimmed his lights, ensured the curtains were drawn and that a bottle of lotion sat on his desk. blue light from his screen filled the dorm as he scrolled through pictures of you: a seemingly innocent one of creamy soft serve coating your lips; a shot of your pretty pussy clothed in sheer, flowery panties; a video of you slipping your shirt over your head…

with that, the redhead pulled his half-hard cock out from his grey sweatpants and got to work. his other hand remained on his mouse, further browsing his lewd collection. he was in a world of his own, dreaming about his fist being your soft cunt. grunts and moans of your name echoed the walls, decorated with the lewd wet noises created by how darn messy diluc’s cock already was. he didn’t hear the door unlock, nor the fumbling around in kaeya’s room.

“fuck!” he yelped, rubbing his thumb over the slit of his blunt tip as he grew close to the edge. this alerted you, thus heading towards his room to investigate.

the door was slightly opened, drawing you into the darkness of diluc’s room. “hello?” you mumbled, pushing the door open a little more. “diluc?”

and with that, his heart fell. he froze, making no move to shove his cock back down his pants nor exit what was on his screen. silence would have overtaken the room, though his computer emitted faint whines and moans.

“kaeya! shit!” “you like that, don’t you? dirty fucking whore. going to cum on my cock like a stupid little slut, hmm? scream for me, snowflake.”

the screen to inspect, praying to the gods that you were mistaken and that wasn’t a video of your boyfriend (well, your ex- boyfriend now) fucking your dumb. hell, you were hoping this was some kind of sick joke, that you were being pranked in a rather cruel way, or… or… o—

“this is not what it looks like,” diluc spoke.

“what the fuck do you mean?” you hissed, finally looking at diluc. in the faint light, he could make out tear stains corrupting your cheeks, eyes puffy and swollen — you looked so elegant, even when upset. the man pondered for a moment; he hadn’t heard you cry, plus the tears didn’t seem fresh. it was clear to him that you’d been crying for some other reason.

“diluc, why do you have a fucking sex tape of me and your brother?”

“are you okay? you’ve been crying…”

“answer my fucking question! or i swear to god, i’ll- i’ll- i-”

a fresh bout of tears began to spill, whether from sadness or frustration was beyond you. diluc stood up, his cock finally sheathed back in his sweats. he placed a hand on your back, encouraging you to cry into his shoulder. you weren’t exactly in the headspace to think, thus allowing yourself to fall into his embrace as sobs wracked your body. a moment of quiet followed, diluc caressing your back ever so tenderly. it felt foreign, a gentleness that kaeya never showed to you — like diluc truly seemed to care.

“i b-broke up with him,” you mumbled, words punctuated with pained sobs. diluc stayed silent, encouraging you to continue if you wished to. “w-we— we fought. i s-said i he was r-really mean— said he ne-never loved me,”

diluc’s arms snaked around your back, pulling you tighter into him. one hand stroked your hair whilst you cried into his shirt, being thankful for the black material that wouldn’t show your tears nor the stains left by your running mascara.

“‘s okay,” he spoke, “you have always been too good for him, darling.”

few moments of quiet followed, broken only by soft sobs and gentle coos. “i’m not letting you walk home like this. let me take care of you for a bit, okay? i promise i’m nothing like my brother.”

your nods were shy as you allowed diluc to guide you towards his bed, helping you sit on its edge. he took your bag off of your shoulder, searching through to find some make-up wipes that he hoped you had. though you were attempting to pat away any tears with the sleeve of your cardigan, you knew full well that you looked like a mess. diluc pulled your hands away from your face, replacing them with his own. one tender hand cradled your face whilst the other dabbed at your ruined make-up, restoring the perfect creature he always knew you were. once he was done, he spent a moment absorbing your beauty, for he’d never been this close to you, let alone seen you this vulnerable. deep vermillion eyes flicked towards your pretty lips as he resisted the urge not to kiss you.

the soft sparkles in diluc’s expression eradicated the perverted scene that you had stumbled in upon from memory, replaced by the amiable man before you. it was a look that you barely remember kaeya giving you, perhaps only when he wanted something from you. diluc seemed purer, well-intentioned, like he truly cared about you.

hell, you didn’t give it a second thought. perhaps it was the irrationality colluding your mind, but you made the move to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

to say that diluc was caught off guard would be an understatement. his thoughts alternated between ‘you really must be a slut to already be jumping on your ex’s brother of all people’ and ‘what a good little thing, finally having come to her senses.’ regardless, the man kissed you back with an immeasurable fervor. he grew needy, the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent with each movement of his lips. strong arms inclined you to lay back, an order you were more than ready to comply to.

“princess? as much as i want you, i must warn you that kaeya will be retur—” diluc began to warn, though you cut him off mid-sentence.

“i don’t care; ‘want you too,”

after all, would it really be that bad if kaeya came home to see you creaming around his brother’s cock? perhaps he’d regret how he treated you, feel awful for making such nasty and unprovoked comments.

diluc helped you out of your clothes, being sure to worship every inch of skin revealed to him. he kissed down your neck, lightly sucking over any spots that made you gasp. lips trailed down past your collarbone and chest, only pausing just above the lace of your bra. with a soft “please” from you, the man removed the restrictive fabric, his breath tickling slightly as he reattached his mouth to your chest. he licked a stripe down to your hardening nipple, taking it into his mouth and swirling his warm tongue around the sensitive bud. a firm palm began massaging your other breast, the stimulation enough to make you whine. diluc was taking his time with you, making you squirm in all of the ways that he knew his brother couldn’t. he’d heard the gorgeous noises that you’d made when with kaeya, but to be the one ellicitting them from you was dreamlike to him.

“‘luc,” you moaned, desperate for more, “please, need you now,”

“need what, princess?” diluc teased, though he moved away from you to pull his own shirt over his head. “why don’t you take that pretty skirt off for me, okay?”

there were two ulterior motives present here. first of all, diluc wanted to see just how submissive you were planning on being; and secondly it gave him the perfect opportunity to distract you for a brief moment. as you shimmied your way out of your skirt, diluc moved to fiddle with something on his bedside table. he managed to set up his phone’s camera, pressing record in order to capture whatever was set to happen next. old sex tapes of you and kaeya would be useless to him now, a video of you writhing on his own cock becoming his new goal.

once he returned his attention to you, he helped position you in a way he knew would work for the camera. moving you to rest against his pillows and ridding you of your panties, diluc then slipped out of his own remaining clothes, thick cock standing tall against his toned stomach, decorated with a small amount of unruly red hair at the base and glistening beads of precum dribbling down his length. your jaw grew lax at the sight — he was definitely bigger than kaeya, the overwhelming girth of his cock worrying you slightly.

“‘s okay, we’ll make it fit,” he said, as though reading your mind. “gonna make you forget about him, yeah? gonna ruin you for anyone else, mold that pretty cunt around my cock, and only my cock,”

the velocity of his words made you whimper, already feeling yourself growing dumb for the man. his grip found your thighs, pushing them backwards towards your chest. diluc kissed down your stomach and pelvic bone, only halting above your drooling slit. he lifted your legs until you were in an adequate position to allow diluc full access to your cute little pussy. he adored the way your hole fluttered around nothing, how your pearly clit twitched from the cool air kissing it. he wanted nothing more than for this sight to be etched into his mind forever, the view of your cunt from his current angle unable to come close to any picture he could have snapped himself.

diluc dipped his tongue into your folds, finding it impossible to hold back an embarrassingly loud moan from how heavenly your sweet cunt tasted. his lips sought out your swollen bud, tracing shapes around it as he kept your thighs pressed back for him. each movement was sloppy, a concoction of his own spit and the delectable juices from you coating his lower face. as one of your hands found his hair, grasping fiery locks in attempt to pull him closer to your dripping core, the other reached for his pillows, desiring stability to keep you from losing yourself already. each moan slipping past your lips encouraged diluc to continue, rewarding you for your sweet noises.

“lulululu,” you whined, coherence an afterthought. “‘m gonna c- cum,”

instead of continuing, diluc pulled his mouth away for a moment, both to cherish how fucked out you already looked and to slide a single finger into your gooey hole. whines at the lost stimulation were replaced by euphoric melodies in sync with diluc’s own movements. he brought a thumb to play with your swollen clit, urging you to relax enough for him to thrust another digit into your. watching intently as you squirmed, he located the sweet spots inside of you. your chest rose and fell at a rapid rate, body unable to remain still as diluc toyed with you, now three fingers deep inside your dripping cunt.

“please,” you slurred, “wan’ your cock,”

he chuckled, amused by your neediness. moving to caress your cheek, he praised you for asking so politely. “sweet angel, i’ll treat you so well, okay?”

you nodded enthusiastically, diluc feeling your walls tighten on his fingers as he promised you his cock. he scissored your hole few times for good measure, wishing for you to feel as little pain as possible when he inevitably stretched you out.

you sniveled at the lost of contact once again, yet diluc was quick to replace his fingers with his cock. he was careful as he lined himself up, easing his mushroomed tip into your desperate pussy. his eyes remained trained on your face, watching your jaw go slack as you relinquished all control to him. he kept your knees pressed against your chest, giving himself full access to push into you.

babbles of his name filled the air, complimenting the lewd sloshing noises from your cunt. you could feel your walls stretching to accommodate diluc’s length, hopelessly fumbling around the man’s sheets for something to grip onto. upon bottoming out inside of you, you could feel his cock kissing the puckered opening of your cervix. he leaned down to place an ardent kiss to your lips, providing a perfect opportunity for you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“‘s alright, darling, i’m not going anywhere.” he hushed, “let go for me; i want to see your pretty face,”

the pout on your face lasted but a brief interval, for diluc began moving in and out of you. he experimented with slower then harsher thrusts, attempting to decipher the perfect speed to have you scream for him. you looked bewitching underneath him, each gasp you released and each bounce of your tits making it increasingly difficult for him to resist the urge to absolutely ravage you.

“you’re perfect,” he mumbled, “gonna treat you like a princess. you’ll cream on my cock for me, won’t you, sweet baby?”

barely able to utter a “mhm!”, you squeezed your eyelids shut, seeing stars as diluc fucked you.

“about time you finally dumped my good-for-nothing brother, right? finally, you can have a man that treats you better. he never made you feel this great, did he, princess? you deserve someone like me to make you cum over and over again, to make you go dumb underneath me.”

diluc looked completely feral. his mane stood a tangled mess, crimson locks flying in every direction and some sticking to the sweat on his brow. his pace grew more erratic with each thrust, ploughing into your sloppy cunt like a depraved beast.

“‘s so good, ‘luc,” you mused, “better than kae ever-”

you were cut off by diluc’s hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing it, though the action seemed to hold threatening intent. he pulled his cock almost all of the way out of you, tip barely resting inside of you.

“don’t you fucking dare say another man’s name while i fuck you,” he spat, mere inches away from your face. “you were being such a good girl for me, was even going to breed your pretty little cunt full.” your walls fluttered at that sentence, the idea of being full of diluc’s cum blowing your pupils wide in awe. “do you think you deserve it now, princess?”

he kept his hold on your throat, staying still as he watched your pathetic attempts to form a response.

“‘m sorry! promise! never do it again! ‘lease breed me, ‘luc; wan’ you to cum in me, please, please, please…”

as you trailed off, diluc saw the perfect opportunity to snap his hips, burying the full length of his cock inside of you. he pushed himself back up, folding you into a tight mating press to best fill your insides.

“‘s it, darlin’.” he uttered as your face contorted in pleasure, “i’m gonna fill you up, claim you as mine. eyes on me, pretty thing, let me see your face when you cum,”

a couple of taps to your cervix and a deft thumb moving to circle your clit had tears brimming in your eyes once again, though this time from pure ecstasy rather than heartbreak. you wanted to speak, though words were unattainable. lucky enough, diluc was observant enough to understand what you were failing to communicate.

“go on, princess, cum for me,”

with a cry, you let the knot in your stomach snap, waves of pleasure coursing through your veins as you shook underneath diluc. he fucked you through your orgasm, close to his own though not quite there yet.

the pair of you were so caught up with one another that you repeated diluc’s mistake from earlier: neither of you heard the front door unlock. the entryway to diluc’s room remained wide open, just as you had left it earlier. it gave kaeya the perfect view of his brother spilling his load in your used hole, the sheer amount of cum dribbling down the curve of your ass and dirtying the sheets.

having already been so sensitive, the feeling of hot seed spurting against your womb was enough to tip you over the edge once again. diluc found your clit once again, heightening the sensations you were already feeling. you moaned his name so loudly that the neighbors were sure to hear, practically screaming as you gushed all over diluc’s stomach.

neither of you had noticed the presence in the doorway, not until kaeya couldn’t hold back any longer. he’d never made you cum that hard, how dare you have the audacity to fuck his brother only hours after you’d broken up with him. in all honesty, you didn’t know if his question was directed at you or diluc.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Just finished watching jujutsu kaisen… Lets just say i’m a huge simp now for this dude

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ she got my heartbeat skipping down 16th avenue! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: he's always so confident and self-assured, but a couple kisses from you and he turns into a mess.

contents: fem!reader. kinda suggestive ending (inumaki's comment). you spend half the fic making out lolll anyways we love flustered gojo he's so precious :&lt; tagging @rinniessance and @rizsu to see streamer!gojo's latest shenanigans :3

author's note: this one was requested and i rly liked the idea sooo yea. i wrote it. shocking right?! anyways thank u guys for all the streamer!gojo requests, saves me the effort of having to think of plots ꨄ︎

"baby, what time is it?" satoru mumbles against your lips, holding you in place on his lap. the two of you are seated on his plush chair in front of his computer, and you've been kissing like teenagers for the last... hour? or two?

satoru tilts his head in to kiss you again, soft lips gently pressing against yours for the thousandth time. his hands roam over your body, and one rests on your waist while the other reaches around you into your back pocket. his eyes flutter open when he feels your phone, and he turns his head briefly to sneak a glance at the time.

"shit, i gotta start the stream in two minutes," satoru mutters. he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and leans back, azure eyes drinking in your heated cheeks and fluttering eyes. a smug smile slowly grows on his lips as you look away. 

"aw, d'you want more?" he cooes, reaching out and touching the side of your face. satoru gently pushes your face back in his direction, moving his slender fingers to your chin and holding it in place. you're all sweet and flustered in the aftermath of your makeout session, and every time he sees you like this, another part of his heart surrenders itself to you.

you nod bashfully, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you feel satoru's grip on your chin tighten. he pulls you in for another long, minty kiss, and you feel him smile against your lips. his hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck as he hugs you against his chest, which rises and falls in sync with yours.

"you're so cute," he murmurs in between kisses, eyes flickering back and forth from you to the time. "c'mon, honey, we have a minu—"

you cut him off with another kiss, which catches him off guard—usually he's the one leaning in. but no, you had to take him by surprise and throw him off his game. the little hm? that slips out of his lips when you kiss him causes satoru to go redder than you've ever seen him. 

seeing satoru embarrassed is rare—he's so cocky and confident that embarrasment is basically unheard of, but in this moment, you've got him. he laughs nervously when you pull away, wide eyes looking everywhere but at you and your cheeky smile.

you reach up and grab his chin, tugging it in your direction the same way he did earlier. "you know exactly what you're doing," satoru mumbles, pulling you closer and burying his face into your neck. 

"i have no idea what you're talking about," you reply smugly, kissing the side of his face. "don't you have a stream to be starting soon?"

satoru looks up instantly and groans when he sees the time—it's a minute past his start time, and that could cost him a couple hundred viewers. you laugh as you hop off his lap and into his bed, curling up under his sheets as you watch him scramble to start the live. 

"love you, 'toru," you call, wrapping your arms around one of his pillows. 

after a second, he turns around, a loading sign on his screen. "love you too, baby," satoru replies, face still noticably red. you blow him a kiss and watch as he pretends to faint in an attempt to hide his childish grin.

a soft ding then signals him that he's about to be live, so satoru spins his chair around to face his computer. he forces his usual collected smile onto his face and starts, "hey, everyone. sorry for the delay, just got... held up with something."

inumaki: u look like a tomato LMAO

yuuji-itadori: yea ur really red, are u ok?

satoru looks away, mumbling something about how it's just the lighting that's making his face look red. naturally, everyone disagrees and starts speculating as to why he seems off his game today, and eventually, someone gets it.

megumi-fushiguro: he always looks like that everytime he sees his gf wdym

inumaki: WAIT THATS IT

inumaki: he was def doin unspeakable things with his gf just two seconds ago. trust

you can't suppress the small laugh that escapes your lips when satoru stumbles over his words at the comments, face redder than ever. "a-anyways, today i'm gonna— hold on," he cuts himself off by looking down at his phone, where a text notification from you had popped up.

love of my life: ur so cute :(

love of my life: but get ur shit together 

love of my life: im the only one who gets to see u like that (¬_¬)

champagne for my real friends – (ran x reader ft. bonten)

a/n: this took forever to finish but i'm happy with how it turned out!!! also this is so humiliating but i literally forgot to write in mochi please don't hate me oh my GOD

content: LIL BIT NSFW!!! JUST SOME MENTIONS OF PAST STUFF!!! drunk!ran, pregnant!reader, bonten members, alcohol/drinking, last but not least there is so much swearing idk how else to write these folks i'm sorry lmaooo just a little meet the bontens fic :')

word count: 4.7k

(( this is a part of my boyfriendification/daddyfication of ran haitani universe please check out the original fics if you're interested! :) ))

"haitani," sanzu calls across the table. everyone's attention shifts over to him. "sorry," he says to rindou. "big haitani."

rindou rolls his eyes at the descriptor. ran chuckles and jerks his chin in sanzu's direction, silently indicating to him to proceed.

"what ever happened with your girl's pregnancy scare?"

there are a few exclamations or remarks in agreement: "shit, yeah!" "oh right, what did happen with that?"

"not a scare," ran tries to conceal a grin. "she's pregnant."

there are a few shocked sounds. he continues, "and we're gonna have the kid."

"shut the fuck up," kakucho's jaw hangs open in shock. takeomi, sitting to ran's left, claps him on the back in congratulations. "is he serious??" koko asks, looking not to ran, but to the more trustworthy rindou beside him, who nods. "that's not fair!" sanzu whines, throwing a childish pout toward ran. "why do you tell rindou everything first?"

"that's a dumb fucking question," koko scoffs, earning a shove from sanzu. ran snorts and takes a long drink.

suddenly, mikey raises his glass. the table goes silent, all eyes looking to him. "congratulations, haitani," he says with a small smile on his lips. "that's big news." everyone else raises their cups, celebrating ran's announcement.

ran hadn't realized how much mikey's approval would mean to him. he knew at some point he'd have to tell everyone. that they'd have to meet to discuss the logistics and the security risks of ran having a family, make sure his pregnant girlfriend and future baby would remain undiscoverable by rival organizations. but he had expected it to just be that: a topic for an executives meeting. never would he have expected mikey to congratulate him on the news, too.

"shots," ran slams a hand on the table. "on me. for everyone. mikey?" mikey hesitates but nods his agreement. "fuck yeah, great." ran waves to the bartender and in moments, they're all being handed shots of whiskey.

ran haitani was not a lightweight; the man could drink. as much as everyone else, and then some. typically, on these nights out for a drink with bonten, he would barely even get buzzed. when things at work got overwhelming, the guys had gotten in the habit of walking to the bar near their office together to vent about everything and have a beer. there were always brushes with law enforcement, court dates, dodged attacks on cargo, and this past week, a near miss involving an unmarked black van trying to run mikey's car off the road. none of this was unusual in bonten's world, but it took its toll when the events started to pile up. mikey had even been the one to suggest getting drinks tonight, signaling that even their leader was on edge: something that rarely happened.

when mikey went out to drink with his subordinates, they tried to keep it more on the professional side. nobody drank until he did, all cues were taken directly from his actions. but mikey had announced that congratulations were in order and something had switched in ran's brain. he was celebrating tonight.

after the first round of shots, he insisted on another. mikey was in a surprisingly good mood, always having been a sucker for happy announcements, and seemed perfectly content as ran ordered more shots and bottles and rounds of drinks.

as the hours passed, what began as a beer after work had become a rowdy, drunken night out. the table soon became the loudest in the bar, though the bartenders and owner recognized the mysterious tattoo they all donned and didn't dare say a word. the drunkest of them all, though, was ran.

"i'm really gonna be a fuckin' dad," he slurs, leaning into rindou's side, eyes on kakucho. "a cool dad, though. like, so fuckin' cool. imagine how cool i'll be as a dad. rin? yo, imagine it, man."

"jesus, slow down, dumbass," rindou shoves ran off of him as his older brother lifts his 5th? maybe 6th?? shot to lips. "how many is that now?"

"6," kakucho answers rindou from across the table, seeming sober enough to be trusted. ran snorts out a laugh and downs the dark liquor anyway.

he folds his long arms onto the table and rests his chin on them like a little kid. "you ever want kids?" he asks to no one in particular.

"you're so fucked up, man," takeomi chuckles, lighting a cigarette.

ran gives him look like he has no idea what he's talking about. mikey is watching with amusement, always intrigued by the behavior of his men outside of work and especially when they let loose in their personal lives.

"get him home, rin," koko nudges rindou.

"fuck no," rindou scowls. "i'm not his babysitter. he's an adult."

"he's trashed," kakucho indicates to where ran has almost fallen asleep at the table.

"should we call his girlfriend?"

everyone's heads whip toward sanzu, who's got the most devious grin on his face.

kakucho is the first to object to the idea, "he'd kill us for that."

"who am i killing?" ran lifts his head an inch. rindou rolls his eyes. the table falls silent as everyone continues to think it over.

"listen," sanzu raises his hands casually. "he's so gone right now, he'll probably just be happy as fuck when he sees his girl show up, right? and none of you have ever even met her! aren't you curious??"

"that's a good point," koko smirks. "fuck it, gimme his phone."

rindou lifts ran's phone from where it sits on the table between him and his brother and holds it up to ran's face. "ran, look up," he instructs. his brother turns slightly, blinks at the screen, and the phone unlocks. rindou places it into kokonoi's outstretched hand.

"hey, hang on," ran pushes himself back so that he's sitting up properly, almost sending the whole chair tumbling backwards. takeomi steadies it with an irritated huff.

koko easily finds your texts– they're pinned to the top of ran's messages. all of the bonten members have become familiar with your name, and there it is under a picture of you, saved with a single fiery heart emoji beside it. "let me call her," sanzu taps koko on the shoulder. "she's met me. it'll scare the shit out of her if you call."

koko looks up as if ready to protest, but mikey gives him a stern look that says listen to sanzu. so he does, handing the phone over obediently.

you answer on the second ring, voice slightly sleepy, "hi, baby."

"hey, sweetheart!" comes a voice that is definitely not ran's. "sorry to startle you. it's haruchiyo, 'member me?"

you feel your stomach drop. why on earth would one of ran's colleagues be calling you from ran's phone? "is ran okay?" you ask quickly.

"he sure is!" sanzu laughs like you've told him a joke. "but he's also piss fuckin' drunk."

"who the fuck is that?" ran's focus settles on sanzu's phone call. he balls the back of rindou's shirt in his fist, "who's he talking to?"

rindou roughly shakes off his brother's grip, "don't grab me. calm the fuck down."

"jesus christ..." you groan, hearing the exchange in the background of the call. "should i... would it be okay if i come to get him?"

"i think that would be a great idea. i hope it's not too much trouble!"

"no, he's always trouble," you scoff, though it comes across fondly. "i'll be there soon. haruchiyo, would you mind texting me the address?"

"sure thing, babe. we'll see you soon." he hangs up before you can clarify who exactly we entails.

once you've gotten the call from sanzu, you don't want to waste any time. luckily, you haven't gotten into pajamas yet; you're still in comfortable clothes from earlier that day. you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and toss a bottle of painkillers in your bag before heading out to your car.

you follow the map to the location sanzu has sent: a divey little bar only a block from ran's office. when you don't see his car in the parking lot, you assume he must've walked. at least the batmobile was safely in the parking structure at the bonten building.

it wasn't often that ran got drunk. try as you might, you couldn't actually remember a time when he'd been less sober than you. usually it was him who took your drunk ass home and played nurse. you inhale deeply to steel your nerves and head out into the cold night air.

the bar is warm, thankfully. it's dimly lit and bustling, almost every table and seat is full. the clack of a billiards game can barely be heard over the loud voices and the sound of the radio. eyeing the crowd, you notice that there's a clear division between one table in the back and the rest of the patrons. and at that table is a bright pink head of hair belonging to a man who you notice is waving you over.

you step carefully through the crowded bar, making your way toward sanzu and the bonten members. as you approach, you recognize the back of ran's long, lean body, sitting with his head propped up on his elbow.

"she's here! our savior!" sanzu exclaims, beaming at you. the five other men at the table turn to look at you. ran doesn't move. "just the ran haitani rescue team," you joke awkardly, earning a grin from the man at the other end of the table who you assume has to be mikey based on... well, everything about him.

sanzu motions around the table, quickly introducing the men: takeomi, kakucho, mikey, kokonoi, rindou. "nice to meet you," you nod respectfully and introduce yourself.

"and, of course, you know this ugly motherfu–" "can you be fuckin' polite, shithead??" koko elbows sanzu sharply. you try and fail to hold in a chuckle. "i know him well," you reply, unfazed. stepping forward, you kneel beside ran to get a look at his face. his eyes are closed, his cheek smushed into the hand that he's resting on.

"ran? wake up, hon."

his eyes crack open. when he recognizes you he smiles, "wow, hey, baby. where'd you come from?? look at you, you look so good. you're so pretty."

"and you're so drunk," you counter, cupping his cheek. ran's smile deepens at the touch, turning his head to kiss your hand. the movement causes his head to slip from his hand and hit the table with a thunk. the rest of the table howls with laughter.

"shit," ran raises his head, nearly chuckling himself. "come kiss it, baby." you lean in to kiss his forehead and he becomes jello, all his weight tumbling toward you.

you stand up to intercept his falling body with your own. he stays there, leaning against your side, eyes falling shut again. you run a hand along his shoulders lovingly. "i should get him home," you tell everyone. "thanks for calling me, haruchiyo. i appreciate it." sanzu winks, waving his hand: it was nothing.

"sorry, would someone mind giving me a hand with him?" you ask sheepishly, nearly laughing out loud when every single member of bonten rises from his seat.

takeomi throws one of ran's arm over his shoulder and pulls him up. ran is practically dead weight as takeomi shuffles him away from the table. kakucho comes around to ran's other side and does the same thing. together, the two men have no trouble carrying drunk ran to the door. "i'll supervise," sanzu follows them through the bar, scarred mouth tugging up into a delighted smile.

"nice meeting you all," you wave slightly to mikey, koko, and rindou, all of whom are still standing, watching their colleague being carried out of the bar. they nod their heads politely to you and you hurry to catch up with takeomi, kakucho, and sanzu.

"where do you–"

"which car, sweetheart?" sanzu asks, cutting off takeomi.

"sanzu... fuckin' kill you..." ran grumbles upon hearing sanzu call you sweetheart. he lurches forward but takeomi and kakucho are holding on tight.

you jog ahead to your car and open the door.

they help you fold ran's long limbs into the passenger seat until he's curled up and cozy against the upholstery. the four of you stare at him sleeping soundly for a moment.

"hey, i've got a great idea!" sanzu exclaims. "you should come back in and have a drink with us."

"thank you, that's very sweet, but–"

"she can't drink, she's pregnant, dipshit," kakucho rolls his eyes at sanzu.

"oh? you... oh..." you sputter. "...you know?"

"he told us tonight," takeomi gives you a genuine smile. "congratulations, by the way."

"thank you," you return the expression, hand coming up to rest on ran's shoulder, smoothing the fabric of his shirt nervously.

"well, at least come have a soda," sanzu bargains. "you can have soda, right? bubbles won't ruin the whole–" he gestures vaguely to your abdomen. "–project?" you can't help but laugh, "yeah, soda's fine."

"then come on in," he reaches to pat your shoulder tenderly. "we're all dying to know anything about you. ran doesn't tell us shit."

you give ran a questioning look out of habit, but he's out cold.

a soft mmm leaves his lips as you run your fingers through his hair, combing it out of his face. "tired, baby?" you ask. he nods wordlessly, eyes still closed. "okay, rest up a little. i'll be back soon."

you follow takeomi, sanzu, and kakucho back into the bar and straight to the table you'd found them at earlier.

"look who's back!" koko exclaims, the surprise evident in his voice.

sanzu presents you to the rest of the men with wide arms, like you're an answer in a game show puzzle.

smiling in a way that you hope doesn't come off as nervous or awkward, you give them another wave. the bonten members who had helped you get ran out to the car reclaim their seats around the table. ran's open chair sits before you, sandwiched between takeomi and one of the only other people you had recognized apart from sanzu: ran's brother, rindou.

you and rindou had met a handful of times, mostly briefly, but all pleasant. despite how much they bickered, you knew ran and rindou were incredibly close and deeply important to each other. ran would never admit it, but rindou's approval of you had been quite important to him. not quite a dealbreaker, but really fucking close.

luckily, from the first time you met the much more subdued and serious younger haitani, you'd immediately gotten along. you had respected rindou's quiet stoicism, the way he closely surveyed situations and people. rindou, on the other hand, appreciated your bubbly nature. he liked how kindly you spoke to him despite his cold facade, and knew that someone like that would be perfect for his brother who also tended to hide his true feelings from others. though ran chose to hide them behind a pearly white smirk. it didn't hurt that you also laughed when rindou made snarky remarks to his brother, and that you even teased ran a bit yourself.

rindou motions to the seat beside him, hoping to ease your obvious nervousness with a familiar face and a welcoming gesture. you sit beside him gratefully. though you and rin weren't particularly close, knowing he was ran's family who he trusted with his life, made him comforting company.

on your other side is takeomi, whom you'd only just met. he seems slightly older than the rest of bonten, and less amused by their shenanigans. from what ran had told you about him, he was much more of a veteran in their world, starting young as a founding member of a gang until now, where he's practically got a hand in every major crime organization in tokyo because of his knack for gathering intel and vast knowledge of the business.

what put you the most at ease, though, was the fact that ran always assured you that takeomi was not a bad guy. ran openly admitted to the fucked up shit he had carried out in his past, as well as that of the other bonten members (which, of course, was all top secret information you'd never share) but he always said that takeomi didn't roll like that. his official title was advisor because at his core– what he did best– was give advice. and apparently he knew what he preached perfectly well, he just didn't practice it himself.

he lights up a cigarette and sits back quietly, observing. surprisingly, mikey is the first to speak. "i wish i could say we've heard so much about you," he speaks in a soft voice, a slight grin on his lips.

"ran is ran," you shrug apologetically. "but i'm here now! i'd love to know more about you all, too."

"first," koko pushes his chair back from the table. "what are you drinking?"

"coke, please," you smile and he heads for the bar. looking back to the table, you add, "it is kind of shit that i can't do shots with my man anymore."

"or your man's friends," sanzu grins, pouring the rest of koko's beer into his own glass. "so, tell us everything."

"everything?"

"yeah, life story." you look over at takeomi and he smirks to indicate that he's kidding.

"jesus, don't stress her out," rindou mumbles, sipping on his beer. "fuckin' weirdos..." you pat his arm in a quiet thanks and possibly catch him grinning as he nods back.

"what kind of stuff do you want to know?" you lean back in your chair slightly, looking around at the faces of the men surrounding you. at ran's closest colleagues and friends. your mind goes to ran, wishing he was here with you while you meet bonten for the first time, holding your hand reassuringly, fielding questions like your own personal bodyguard/PR rep.

"where did you guys meet?" kakucho asks, leaning forward with genuine interest.

your mind flashes to the bathroom of club octagon where ran, who you'd known for 10 total minutes, had bent you over the countertop and rutted into your sopping core as he groaned filthy words in your ear.

"we were out with friends," you say, not a lie. "and we started talking."

"out where?" sanzu's eyes sparkle with mischief.

koko gives him an amused look and tells you, "sanzu's the fuckin' coked up prince of tokyo nightlife. you name it, he's been there."

"it was octagon."

"fuckin' love that place," he leans back in his chair, satisfied with the answer. to mikey he adds, "i fucked a girl in the bathroom there once."

mikey nods, unimpressed, while you try to maintain a poker face.

"why haven't we met you yet?" koko gives you a little pout. "haitani's keeping his princess locked in a tower or some shit?"

"weird that he wouldn't even introduce you to his brother," kakucho nods.

"we've met," you and rindou say at the same time.

"NOT FUCKIN' FAIR!" koko wails. takeomi visibly winces at the dramatics, making you smile. the dynamic between the bonten members seemed a lot like a little family, despite the dark undercurrent that seemed to connect them all.

"can i ask something a bit personal?" mikey speaks suddenly, dark eyes boring into yours from across the table. the way everyone goes silent when mikey has something to say nearly makes you shudder. you nod enthusiastically, wondering what it might be.

"have you given any thought to baby names yet?"

there's no indication that he's kidding at all. his genuine curiosity is endearing, even despite the whole silencing every other person at the table with just a look thing.

you nod, "probably ran jr."

nobody says a word.

"i'm kidding."

with the admission, the tipsy bonten members break; every single one of them howls with laughter. even mikey is chuckling at the joke.

"fuck haitani," kakucho grumbles. "i want a cool girlfriend, too, man..."

"why the fuck would any cool women ever date you with that face?" sanzu blurts through a laugh.

"who the fuck are you even talking to, dude?!" kakucho is laughing despite the subtle hostility in their back and forth.

someone orders another round of shots and soon the men are acting even looser, talking loudly and laughing with you like they've known you for years. you all sit talking, answering their questions, for a long while. their conversation moves so quickly, it doesn't feel like any time has passed at all, though.

"biggest thing in bonten is loyalty," takeomi is suddenly lecturing beside you. you can't help but find his older brother aura quite endearing. "so, you know, i'm sure ran has said it, but you're his one and fuckin' only."

you smile to yourself, nodding along to the man's words, "right. i definitely know that. and–"

"what the fuck is going on here?"

your head whips around to the familiar voice behind you. ran is standing a few feet back, swaying slightly. his violet eyes are so dark they're almost black, filled with confusion and rage. his eyebrows are drawn together, the only indication on his perfect poker face that indicates how he's feeling.

"baby," you stand up immediately. "you–"

"haitani!" sanzu cries fondly. "you're back from the dead!" he balls up a napkin from the table and tosses it at ran who swats it away.

"how do you feel?" you ask, now at his side. checking the time on your phone, you add, "you slept for a while."

he says nothing, just glares at the bonten executives seated around the table. the sleep had done him some good; he no longer felt like the room was spinning now, and could actually create a coherent thought. but now that his mind wasn't so cloudy, it was running wild with every possible thing the guys might have said to you. the jokes they might have made, the dark secrets they could have disclosed. were you okay? he worried. embarrassed? upset? scared?

"your girl's a delight, haitani."

ran focuses his gaze on his mikey as he continues, "you're forgiven for keeping her a secret for so long."

looking down at you, ran studies your face to make sure the calm expression is genuine. ran leans down to kiss your forehead. you're smiling when he looks at you again.

"should we get you home, honey?" your hand wraps around his, your sweet voice like music to his ears.

"it was really nice getting to talk with you guys," you turn back to the table of bonten's upper echelon. there's still a smile on your face, but ran remains skeptical. then the men are all waving enthusiastically, absolutely gushing out their goodbyes to you. ran snorts out a smug "have some self respect, boys."

"yeah, sure. fuckin' gloat," kakucho leans back in his seat, crossing his arms.

"you're such a child," rin sneers, shaking his head at his friend.

ran's arm wraps around your waist, the movement both territorial and because he was still wobbly and needed the support. "goodnight," he gives bonten a small wave of his fingers. "don't stay mad forever, kaku, you'll get ugly." takeomi holds the half drunk kakucho back with one arm while you and ran turn and head for the door.

the night outside the bar feels even colder than when you'd entered the bar earlier, and you cling to ran instinctively. he hesitates just outside the doorway for a moment. "shit, hang on," he nudges you away from him with his arm abruptly. turning on his heel, he promptly vomits into the bushes that line the building's perimeter.

"fuck!" he cries, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and standing up to his full height. breathing heavy, he turns to give you a wild-eyed look and a toothy grin.

"you feel so much better, don't you?" you smile at him.

"like i got a fuckin' exorcism," he says seriously, making you laugh. "i really needed that."

you dig for a tissue and a stick of gum from your purse and you pass them over to ran. the color seems to have returned to his face and he doesn't look quite so out of it.

however, he chooses to focus his newfound attention on you and asks, "so, do you mind telling me what the fuck you're doing here?"

"sanzu called me from your phone and asked me to pick you up because you were really drunk," you take his hand and lead him to your car. he pulls away, "and you listened to him?"

"yes?" you look at him incredulously. "ran, you were shitfaced. i could hear you on the phone."

"i would've sobered up. they just wanted–"

"to meet me?" you cut him off. "is that such a bad thing?"

ran inhales sharply through his nose, watching you cross your arms over your chest. in a kind of demented way, ran liked arguing with you. the way you defiantly talked back to him, raised your voice when you got frustrated, and pouted your lips just the smallest bit: it drove him crazy. ran knew better than to ever try a you're so pretty when you're angry line on you, but it didn't stop him from thinking it.

the dreamy look in his eyes gave him away though. you suddenly sigh, "you're still not 100%. i can tell because you're obviously thinking about something else right now."

he shakes his head, smirking unconvincingly, "i wouldn't do that."

you roll your eyes, though it's lighthearted, "sure, baby. now let me take you home."

when you take his hand again, he allows you to pull him along to your car. "i just don't want you puttin' yourself in bad situations..." ran continues. his voice sounds slightly strained and you can tell it's difficult for him to express these feelings. "scares the shit out of me, like, what if they had said something fucked up, or done something while i wasn't there to look out for you?"

"but it was okay," you hesitate behind your car, holding ran's waist. "it was fine. and i was gonna meet them eventually, right?"

"i guess," he sighs stubbornly.

"everything was good," you take his hands. "they were all perfect gentlemen. i wasn't uncomfortable at all. don't be mad, okay?"

ran bends to kiss you, soft lips melding with yours. he's still a little tipsy and his kisses are messier than you're used to, but you can feel his stress melting away.

you pull apart and get into your car. "you just can't," ran gestures, still not done with the conversation. "can't be so quick to listen to– i mean, any of those guys– but sanzu, of all people, okay??"

you smile and nod, clicking on your seatbelt. ran watches your amused face with frustration "i'm serious! sanzu is legitimately insane."

"ran, stop," you frown at him. "he was very sweet."

"none of those guys are fuckin' sweet!" ran scoffs. "they're in tokyo's largest criminal organization! they've all done terrible things!"

"hey," you give him a chastising look. "i happen to be in a serious relationship with an executive of tokyo's largest criminal organization."

"yeah, and he's an asshole," ran smirks.

"sometimes," you deadpan. ran laughs, reaching over to hold your hand in your lap. "but he loves me."

"you're damn right he does," his hand squeezes yours, thumb running across the back of it lovingly. you can tell he's still frustrated at the events of the evening, but it's fading.

"aren't you kind of glad i came to get you?" you cock your head to one side. "you didn't have to wait at the bar to sober up, i got to be with you at the end of the night..."

ran looks back at you with a look you can't figure out. he brings your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "it was really nice to see you show up."

you smile as he cups your cheek and pulls you close. his lips brush yours softly as he whispers, "i just fuckin' love you. and i worry, alright?"

"i fuckin' love you, too," you kiss his forehead. "let me take you home and put you to bed, okay, baby?"

"deal."

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