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HII! I hope you’re taking care of yourself :) I wanted to request TR boys sneaking in your room at 3am to wake us up and do some stupid stuff with them but they end up confessing afterwards. If not then that’s totally okay have a nice day/night!!

I Just Wanna Be Yours

Includes: Kazutora, Hanma, Ran

Note: I recommend playing I Wanna Be Yours By Arctic Monkeys for a better experience! Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol/alcohol consumption (not underaged drinking), slight suggestive teasing in Kazutora's part. Rest is fluff.

Kazutora

Usually every other teenager would jump at the chance to sneak out in the middle of the night to do god knows what unholy things as a result of them surely getting grounded for life by nagging parents. But, you were different. 

Unlike your friends who always stayed out, doing their own thing, you decided to spend your weekend enjoying time to yourself while relishing in the joy of getting a full eight hours of sleep before transitioning back to dealing with your stressful weekday routine of high school. Your mom was out of town working, so there wasn’t any point in sneaking out. Besides, you preferred staying home compared to running the streets.

You enjoyed the time alone and getting a good night’s rest was a bonus!

You had already freshened up and changed into a comfortable set of pajamas. Slipping into the warmth of your comforter and numerous pillows, you sighed in content. 

There was nothing better than getting ready for bed after relaxing on a Saturday. 

Everything was just perfect. The room was cool, your bed was warm to perfection, and your eyes were already droopy, ready to be closed for rest. Nothing could prevent you from sleeping through the night. The moment your head made contact with your pillow, you were out like a light. 

But of course, all good things must come to an end. 

It seemed as if you hadn’t fallen asleep at all when you were suddenly startled by the sound of what seemed to be small pebbles knocking against your window. 

Your eyes flew open at the small pangs against the glass. You quickly sat up, heart beating partially fast at the sudden disturbance. You glance at the window, and then to your nightstand where your digital clock sat. Squinting, you briefly check the time that glowed across the small screen: 3 A.M.

Who on earth could be up at three in the morning throwing rocks at my window??

You certainly didn’t know. Anyone who knew you knew better than to disturb you on your weekends. 

Once again, the pang of rocks against your window rang in your ears. 

Groaning, you rubbed your temples. 

“This is ridiculous…” you muttered, already annoyed at the disruption of your precious sleep.

Reluctantly, you slipped out of bed and quietly padded over to the window, determined to find out who could possibly be disrupting your sleep at this ungodly hour.

Unlocking your window, you slide it up, and peek your head out.

“Pssst! y/n!,” a familiar voice whispers from below.

Cocking a brow, you look down, only to be met with a pair of golden eyes and a familiar head of blonde and black locks.

“Kazutora? I-Is that you?” you replied in the same hushed tone.

“Quick! Throw down the rope will ya?”

He must be joking.

“Go to bed!” you deadpanned.

His eyes were wide, “W-what? Please! It’s cold!”

You sighed tiredly, glancing back inside your room and back to your pleading friend. 

“Wait there!”

He smiles in reply, nodding as he waits for you to throw down his entrance to your window. 

Searching your closet, you found an old knot of sheets you had made into a rope. After all, this wasn’t the first time Kazutora has shown up to your window asking to be let in. However, it was the first he’s ever come unannounced. He knew better, so why not warn you ahead of time?

You tie one of the ends to your bedpost and throw the rest of it down. Afterwards, you settle yourself on the edge of the bed that faces the window. Patiently, you waited for Kazutora to climb through, which didn’t take very long. 

Less than five minutes later, he managed to get himself halfway through. Soon he’s slumped against the floor, grinning like a dork at you.

Frowning, you crossed your arms.

“Don’t tell me you're mad at me for waking you up?” he quipped.

“Kazutora…it’s too late to be pulling stunts like this. We’re not little kids anymore.” you huff, giving him a pointed look.

His grin staggers, flashing a guilty grimace. “I-I know, it’s just…I didn’t have any plans so I was hoping we’d go on–I don’t know–a little adventure,” he pauses, glancing back at you and then shooting his gaze at the ground, “like we used to…” he sighs.

Your harsh stare softens and your shoulders relax. 

“If you wanted to hang out, you could’ve said something,” I whispered. 

He perks up, hopeful eyes captured by your own. There’s a pause, a quick silence.

“You know I won’t say ‘no’ to you Kazutora.” You breathe out.

There’s more silence between you two, and at the moment, you didn’t even care that it was late and you were losing sleep. You didn’t want him to leave, but it was hard to really sit in the same room with him right now. It was tense, and neither of you dared to speak up. 

There’s a sudden shift in weight next to you on the bed, looking back up, you turn to the side, meeting your friend’s slightly flushed face.

“Hey, um,” he clears his throat, “that…was a lie.”

Your brows furrowed. “Hm? What do you mean ‘tora?”

Situating himself more comfortably on your bed, he folds his arms, holding your curious gaze.

“The truth is…I just…I wanted to be with you. I-I missed you, I guess.” 

You blinked a few times, processing his words carefully so as to not mistaken his intentions. But, once it clicked what was going on, it was pretty clear to you as to what the poor boy was trying to say. So far, he was as red as a tomato, and it killed you at how cute he looked. You got the hint, but you would rather hear it from him.

“What’s that mean?” you asked coyly, leaning in towards him with a grin. You dropped your hands to your sides, awaiting a response from the struggling juvenile.

He takes a shaky breath, swallowing thickly as he considers his next words. 

“I just…I couldn’t stop thinking about you s’all…” he mumbles.

Clicking your tongue, you get on all fours, slowly crawling towards Kazutora until he’s backed up and eventually trapped between you and the mattress.

“Kazutora, do you…like me?” you teased.

He nods, his head hazy and spinning from the close proximity. “I-I do!”

After the small confirmation, you were satisfied, immediately collapsing on top of him and snuggling into his chest. 

“Good. ‘Cuz, I like you too!”

Groaning, he envelopes you in a warm embrace, returning the small ounce of affection.

“W-why didn’t you say something sooner then?!” he whines.

“Because you're cute when you’re nervous!” You laughed airly.

For the rest of the night, he stayed with you, falling into a deep sleep in the comforts of your warm bed.

Hanma

There wasn’t a night that went by that Hanma didn’t appear from your bedroom window. He was always welcome to use the front door. You even went as far as to give him an extra key to your apartment. 

However, according to your manic friend, using the door “wasn’t as welcoming” compared to using your window as an entrance. Either way, you didn’t mind Hanma’s company or his random appearances. 

It was comforting in a way. It was like a fresh touch of color to your daily plain routine.

Tonight was exactly the same. 

Hanma had recently texted you not too long ago, saying he’d drop by to hang out. Per usual, you had opened your apartment’s window, waiting for Hanma to climb down the apartment balcony staircase. 

From there, you would wait in your bed with a book in hand as you waited for Hanma.

Ten minutes later, there’s a knock on the wall. Turning your attention from your reading, you meet with the familiar wicked smile of your awaited guest.

“Hey there sweetcakes. Missed me?” 

Rolling your eyes, you bookmark your page and place the book on your nightstand.

“Hardly.” you lied.

Hanma scoffs, climbing through the opening of your window with a noticeably big plastic bag in hand. 

Tilting your head slightly to the side, you eye the items in the bag with a questioning stare. 

“What's in the bag?”

“Hm? This?”

He grins, proudly raising the bag in his left hand as if he had just found gold, “I’d thought we would make some weed brownies and try ‘em!”

“W-weed WHAT?!” you choked, baffled at how calm he was at the sudden proposal of doing something very much illegal.

He cocks a brow, “Hm? What? You don’t like brownies?” He questioned thoughtfully. 

You were ready to smack him upside the head and scold his ass right on the spot, but you caught yourself and recollected your composure before losing your cool.

“Hanma…it’s not normal for ordinary people to spend the night making weed brownies.” you sighed, smoothing the lines on your forehead.

“Where the hell did you even get the weed?”

“I know a friend,” he simply shrugs, walking over to you and casually situating himself next to you on your bed. 

Both of you rested against the headboard of the bed, enjoying each other’s company in the quiet with nothing but the rambunctious sound of the ongoing city of Kabukicho filling the gap between the two of you. 

“Have you ever made a weed brownie before?” you chimed, staring at the chipped ceiling of your small apartment. 

“Yeah, plenty of times.” he muffledly replied, lighting the cigarette that rested between his lips.

“Let’s make some tomorrow.”

He gently blows a puff of smoke, smirking as he turns his head to you, “Sure thing Sweets.”

You chuckle at his ridiculous pet name, while a warmth spreads across your chest, rising to your cheeks. 

“Hey…” he pipes up, turning your gaze towards his own. “I’ve, um–been meaning to tell you somethin’.”

“What’s that?” you asked warily, a small grin gracing your tired features.

“...I really like you y/n.” he sighs, once again exhaling a large cloud of smoke from his thin lips. 

You knit your brows together, eyes searching his expression for any foul play. 

“Hanma…” He turns his gaze back to you, “did you eat a weed brownie before coming here?”

He flicks your forehead.

“Ouch! Hey!” you rub your forehead while using your other free hand to swat his shoulder.

“That’s for asking dumb shit. Of course I didn’t.” he scoffs, mildly glaring at you.

You huff, settling down in your spot as you process his sudden confession. 

“But, why?”

“Hm?” he furrows his brows, taking small puffs of his cigarette before resting it between his fingers. “Why what?”

“Why do you like me?”

There’s a heavy silence weighing down on the two of you. Hanma stares at you for a little longer, before turning his attention to the blank, dull walls of the room. 

“I like you because you're different.”

You return to face him with your own stare. 

“Different, how?”

He smirks and returns your fixated gaze, “Give me a chance and you'll see~” he winks. “You won’t regret it.”

You did give him a chance. And you never regretted it at all.

Ran

You weren’t expecting a visit from Ran. Especially through the window of your run down apartment building. 

You just came back from taking a double shift from work. It was well past 2 in the morning and all you wanted to do was crash for the night. 

Trudging through your apartment, you kick off your shoes and sling your bag on the couch. 

You make your way over to the fridge where you kept a bottle of wine. Grabbing the bottle you take it with you into your bedroom. 

Once you close the door behind you, you turn around and are met with a familiar lanky figure in your bed. 

“Oh, great your home.” Ran casually exclaims as he thumbs through a random book from your shelf. 

He glances at you and then down to the wine bottle in your hand. Cocking a brow, he folds his arms and says, “Rough night?”

“Yeah,” you sigh dejectedly, trudging over to his spot and settling next to him in the bed. 

“Mind if you share that?” he asked, nudging his elbow gently to your side with a tired smile.

You hum, handing over the bottle while you stare at the static TV screen. “Go ahead.”

He gently grasps the bottle, easily unscrewing the cap and downing a good mouthful of the bitter liquid before handing it back to you.

“You should seriously get that thing fixed.”

“I don’t mind the static…” you wearily say, downing your own mouthfuls of the harsh liquor.

“You had a rough night yourself?” you asked, looking over to him to study his features more closely. He’s usually covered in cuts and bruises, sometimes after getting into another brawl. Tonight was just that.

Ran’s once porcelain, smooth skin was now littered with small cuts and a few bruises. Nothing major to damage the face. You could even go so far as saying he looked more handsome when he was a little roughed up. Of course, you would never admit it out loud. He’d never let you hear the end of it.

“You could say that.” he chuckles, turning his attention to the static of the TV. 

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“...would it make me feel better?”

“You tell me.”

He stays quiet for a moment, shaking his head.

“I got into a fight.”

“Well duh, I already know that dummy.” you sigh, pinching your bruised cheek.

“Ow, so mean.” he pouts, turning to face you again. 

You suppress the smile creeping on your lips and press them into a firm line.

“Why did you start a fight?”

“Bold of you to assume I’m the one who picked a fight first.”

You give him a pointed look, ignoring the lousy answer. Your eyes narrow as you press for the truth. 

“Ran.”

Now it was his turn to sigh. “Ok, so I did start it first, so what?” he huffs, staring back at the TV. 

Your gaze softens at his hardened tone. You gently take his hand and squeeze down gently. 

“Why?” you voiced softly.

Once again he goes quiet, attempting to find the proper answer to your persistent questions. When he does, he doesn’t look at you, he just continues to stare at the static screen of the TV.

“Because they mocked the woman I care about the most and I’d be damned if I didn’t teach them a lesson about bad-mouthing you.” he muttered irritably, his hand tightening around your own. 

You were shocked, not just by the subtle confession, but also by his angered expression.

For the first time, you saw Ran Haitani angry with someone else besides his little brother. And deep down, it touched you knowing that he cared. 

Smiling, you wrap his arm around your shoulders, scooting closer to him and pulling the covers over the both of you. 

“That’s fine with me.” you whispered against him.

"Really?" he whispers back.

You hummed," Yeah. I'll let it slide this time. But afterwards, not more pointless fighting."

He smirks.

"Yes Ma'am."

For the rest of the night, the two of you sat in each other’s company, eventually falling asleep in a warm embrace.

RAN HAITANI:

Summary: ran x Turkish reader

Warnings: swearing, she/her pronouns and kinda stereotyped Turkish life

Ran was feeling so lazy today that he couldn't even bring himself to make a sandwich for himself. So he decided on going through the fridge, that included the freezer.

"I cant believe that she has frozen this muc vegetables and meat...is that...grass?" He mumbled in shock.

He continued on rummaging through the freezer. He's had a really busy day yesterday and now today he just wanted to lay down on the couch while eating something.

He also didn't wanna nag Y/n to make food.

She had an important meeting hence the reason she's been working all day.

As he got close to giving up and calling Rindou to get him something he came across to an ice cream tube.

"Oh my goodddddd" he whisper/screeched. "It's my favorite! Oh, Ran, you're a lucky son of a bitch."

He somehow, magically got the ice cream tube out of the freezer which was full to its brim.

Trying not to make much noise (he didn't wanna disturb Y/n or get scolded for eating ice cream with an empty stomach) as he got himself a spoon and opened the tube.

He dived his spoon in without checking only to get the spoon stuck in something icy and frozen into a... weird yellow / brownish color.

Scrunching his face he started to wonder if it was... rotten? Spoilt?

Could ice cream get spoilt or rot? Maybe it was a side effect of being frozen for too long?

"I mean... worst scenario I'll get sick..." he shrugged, "I'm gonna eat it anyways."

Tasting the weird frozen substance Ran felt like gagging.

"What the fuc-" he managed with his mouth full of 'ice cream'.

"Ran are you eating... chicken broth?"

With the sudden voice of Y/n Ran jumped in a comedic way.

"The what-"

"Chicken broth." Y/n deadpanned. "You thought it was ice cream didn't you?"

"Uhhh..."

Y/n wacked his head, "I told you not to eat ice cream with an empty stomach didn't I?" She crossed her arms. "Now this is your punishment."

"Why would you keep chicken broth in freezer anyways?" He cried. "Just buy a canned one when you'll use it."

"What else do you expect me to add to rice or bulgur pilavı? You think canned broth tastes as good as homemade ones? Well they do not and they're unhealthy."

"Oh... but this still doesn't explain the grass."

"Ran salak mısın? Arap saçı ve Isırgan otu onlar!!!"

Thus... he got chased with a... slipper.

if I don't get lazy I will write Turkish s/o life with all Bonten and some Toman characters.

Ran: I dont cook I dont clean

Y/n: *passes by*

Ran: YES I DO THE COOKING YES I DO THE CLEANING *leans on a car but falls miserably*

Rindou: I don't know him *whistles as he walks away*

*texting*

Ran: Yo

Ran: unsleep me at 6

Rindou: what?

Ran: Unsleep me when it's 6

Rindou: it's wake me up at 6

Rindou: fucking dumbass...

Ran Haitani x Reader

warnings: ran is too ooc as he gets emotional, y/n has they/them pronouns, I tried being as gn as I could, also this is unedited

summary: y/n decides to surprise ran with a birthday cake and a surprise party and rin gets to be a part of the plan.

type: fluff

Rindou had no idea how he was dragged into this plan, sure he wanted to surprise his brother and make him happy but he didn't think he'd have to spend this much effort on it.

In fact if he knew it would be this hard he'd just buy a cake and throw a birthday party in his honor.

But his dear friend had another idea of theirs, Y/n and the Haitanis have been friends for decades now. They had met in a playground when they were kids and as they grew up Y/n and Ran got closer to each other. Even Rindou had sensed it before the two could accept it themselves.

"-I think I should marry Y/n," Ran continued on his reasons to marry his bestfriend. "They're the most perfect person in this world!"

Rindou felt as if he'd see hearts in his elder brother's eyes if he turned to look at him.

"Mhm, I know, you've been telling that ever since middle school nii-san..." not even bothering to look at his brother Rindou turned his gaze to his phone in order to see if Y/n had finished baking the cake.

It's been 7 hours and Rindou was close to strangle his brother for him to shut up, whatever they would talk about Ran was always bringing up Y/n into it.

Don't get me wrong, Rindou loved his bestfriend, Y/n was one of his two most important people and the fact that both of his loved ones were together brought him joy. He wanted to see his brother happy after all those years. He had always looked after Rindou, he was the parent they never really had. Ran had sacrificed a lot for his sake and Rindou had always been gracious for that but he felt like it was Ran's time to be happy instead.

As Ran kept on babbling about how Y/n did whatever that was so cute, Rindou tried to give his best on listening.

"But you know what? I'm so grateful for you guys, if it weren't for you two I don't think I could've lived y'know?" Ran confessed.

Surprised by the sudden extra affection from his elder brother, Rindou blinked,

"That was... sudden. Why if I may ask?"

Ran sighed,

"I'm not an...easy person, I know that, but whatever happens you guys are always there for me. You two bring me strength. I hate being sappy but it's the truth, and I feel like I don't give enough credits to you." He glanced at another ring. "That's why I want to keep you both close by, I don't think I could ever continue on without you two..."

Rindou blushed as he felt proud and loved, being the thunder he is, he turned his head,

"I swear Y/n poisoned you or something with their weird ass cooking,"

"Oi," Ran flicked his temple playfully. "Don't be such a dickhead to your soon to be in law Rin-Rin."

Rolling his amethyst eyes he responded curtly, "There's no way for me to be soft to them, they're my bestfriend and that draws a line."

Ran chuckled in response knowing their sibling like friendship.

Ever since he's been introduced to the idea of marriage and partnership he has always wanted his brother and partner to get along well, cause who wouldn't want two important people in their life to get along well?

As Rindou dragged him to his car after receiving a text from Y/n about them finishing baking the cake and Ran FINALLY picking a ring.

Ran grinned,

"Also I know you two are planning a surprise birthday party and Y/n's probably been trying to bake for hours, they also probably couldn't do it at once and panicked to make it perfect thus burned a few cakes... I appreciate the effort though."

Rindou sent him a glare,

"At least act surprised for them."

"Oh, I will, I will!" He was enjoying this too much. "But I think they will be more surprised then my act when I propose tonight."

Rindou facepalmed.

A/n: I hate this with passion bye it was so rushed and I was so sleepy-

Headcanon timeeee!!!

Rin and Ran would sleep together as children.

Rindou would always end up clinging to Ran

When Ran noticed this (it's a miracle he did since he's a heavy sleeper) he tried moving Rin back to his side so he wouldn't make it a habit

Obviously didn't work

Ran tried changing sides they were sleeping on

Rin still found him and clinged on him like a koala🐨

When they were around 10 Ran decided that it's time to divide rooms

You know there's a saying that if you do something for a month or 27 days you will get used to it?

Well turned out it's a big fat LIE

First months were torturous to Ran

Cause Rin would wake up in the middle of the night and walk to Ran's room when he's asleep

Then cuddle next to him

Ran started locking his room

...

Didn't help either

Rin just sat in the livingroom watching Pokemon and Beverly Hills Teens (I JUST LOVE THAT CARTOON OKAY WODNDODKSOWMJ)

Yes. The soon to be feared amongst whole Roppongi couldn't sleep without hugging his brother and watched Pokemon and Beverly Hills Teens every night.

Ran finally had an amazing idea

He still takes pride in this👁👄👁👌🏻

He bought a plushie for Rin

He threw the plushie to his face and said

"If you wanna hug something hug this and sleep in your room, you look like a panda with those dark circles"

In the end this actually helped a lot

Of course Rindou always kept this as a secret and after a few years he just started hugging his pillow and putting the plushie in a secluded corner

Ran won't hesitate to bring this up in an arguement :D

Sleepy Rindou is the Best Rindou

Content Warnings: mention of lingerie, Rindou is only slightly a perv but in the silly goose way, brief mentions of Bonten, Rindou calls you princess, neck kisses, cuddling

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS <33 OMG I NEVER EXPECTED IT TO GET SO BIG!! IM WORKING ON A SANZU ENEMIES TO LOVERS SERIES, CHECK IT OUT IF YOUD LIKE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT <333

You had been lying on the luxurious couch of you and Rindou’s shared apartment for what felt like days awaiting his return. He had warned you about his less than peaceful job when you two became official. Rindou didn't give you details but it didn't take a genius to figure out what he did for a living to support the both of you. Almost a year into your relationship he asked you to move in and quit your job, his reasoning for this was ‘his princess deserves only the very best treatment’, you had laughed at this, declining to quit your job but agreeing to live with him. He was overjoyed at the thought and less than a week later your lease had ended and you began moving your things into his expensive flat. He had taken a few days off work to help you move in. Unpacking seemed tedious but Rindou made sure to make it fun due to the fact he finally had the time and attention that you usually didn't get because of his occupation. Rindou made sure that he was the one to unpack all your lingerie which made you less than amused. Unpacking everything you owned took almost a full week and Rindou knew as soon as he got back to Bonten’s Headquarters he would be swamped with work. Which meant overtime for him.

You felt guilt over this but he assured you that, ‘he would take an infinite amount of overtime if it meant he could hang out with you for a few days’. Here you are now, endlessly checking the clock which now reads 2:04 A.M. laying on the couch awaiting his arrival as the dinner you cooked sitting on the table gets cooler by the minute. You groaned getting up from your comfortable position on the couch to package up the food you and him were meant to eat tonight. As you were tin foiling the food you heard the jingle of keys and the click of the door opening. You smiled to yourself in relief knowing your lover got home safely another night, always on edge and anxiously awaiting his return due to his dangerous job. You heard tired footsteps slowly approaching. You turned your head till your eyes met a very tired Rindou, you tried to hide your giggle when you noticed his hair sticking up in different directions, his collared shirt unbuttoned, the dark circles under his eyes and his slouched posture. You turn your head back around to bring your focus back to packaging up the cold food but as you were about to greet him you felt warm hands snake their way around your waist and your back being pressed against his chest. You feel short kisses going up and down your neck and the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin makes you let out a small laugh. While you're giggling you feel him smile against your neck which makes you turn around to face him, smiling. You look him in the eyes and take in just how tired he looks. You're both enjoying this silent peaceful moment of holding each other chest to chest when you take one of your hands that was wrapped around his torso and bring it up to his face where you trace your thumb over his cheekbone. He groans and leans into your touch and you use your other hand to lead him to the bed and set him there. He's now half asleep laying on the bed still fully dressed in his work clothes and the sight makes you hold in a laugh. Just as you're about to turn off the lights and go back to the kitchen to finish up your work he grabs your wrist and you let out a squeak when he pulls you down into bed and holds you tightly against his chest. You hear his tired deep voice rasp out a quiet “sleep well princess”. His deep voice makes your cheeks warm up as you do your best to hide it. You think he didn't notice this but he felt the way your face warmed up against his chest but fortunately for you, he's too tired to tease you about it so for now he will just pull you closer to his heart. He tucks your head under his chin while one of his hands is tracing lines up and down your back and the other arm is under your waist holding you close. Soothing nights like these with you, he will cherish till the end of time. His last thought before he dozes off is of you and how much overflowing love you both have for each other.

a/n: IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I WANT BONTEN RINDOU SO BAD, also thank you for the support on my hanma and ran fics i really appreciate it and im glad yall enjoyed <3333

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23:30PM : ran haitani

content : gender neutral reader, fluff ig??, … , best friend!ran but you have a sneaky crush hehe, y’all are on ft and ran just gets changed, but he knows what he’s doing >:), ran’s job isn’t specified so you can interpret it however you want — i wasn’t aiming towards anything specific either so go crazy 🫶

words : 665

notes : accept this as my apology for not writing for a while, i’ve had a lot of change recently with uni and whatever and i’ve just been enjoying life but unfortunately i left a lot of my hobbies to collect dust so i’m trying to get back into them all, including writing lmao. anyways time to think whore thoughts of our fav man !!

thinking about best friend!ran being so comfortable with you that he just doesn’t care about what he does anymore or the fact that you’re just friends (much to his displeasure and yours). 

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a/n: i’ve always wanted to braid ran’s hair in his younger self. so i wrote something with. xoxo•ᴗ•

"babe.. are you done--"

"shut up, ran.” your cheeks formed into a pout for a brief moment and you licked your lips as a sign of concentration. fingers tangled into his lock, straightening his tousled hair. it was silky, smooth and. kind to the touch. you took up more and more time, and since your boyfriend is knowingly a low maintenance it was easy to shutter his eyes close at any second. and that didn’t help either how gently you massaged his scalp.

silence. his head slightly slumped forward. ran could never resist your caresses and wouldn’t want to either. it was 9:04 pm. his tiredness swallowed him whole, even this early in the night but you were uninterested. he promised. he sworn, that one time or another you’re allowed to braid his hair.

“ran.” quiet. “sweetheart, you’re up?” he was in fact not up. the boy you called out for was in complete slumber. you let go of his hair and moved your hands to the nape of his neck. nails digging into his flesh, pinching him.

a low grunt. “… why'd you do that for?…” you hear ran's groggy voice call out.

“sit still.” you hummed. “the two parts won’t be equal if your head is not straight…” an exhale in response from the man. you bit back a chuckle.

“‘m cold…” he whined. "why not just hugging me instead?.." you stopped with your work, still holding his strands. then a random voice told you: just pull on it. and you did.

“ow!—” he yelped as you yanked his hair from behind. ‘damn. i shouldn’t have done that, have i?’ and you were right. he snapped his head backwards too look at you. sharp violet orbs piercing into your soul like daggers. then his eyes moved up on your arm, seeing you grip into his blonde-black hair.

your blood ran cold. a deep gulp and you finally managed to stutter out an apology. "..ran.. sorry--"

the ice-cold expression melting away, he snarled. "sweets.." your hands fell to your side. he turned his torso towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed. you fell backwards from the kneeling position behind him, laying your body weight on your thighs, now sitting on them. you know you can't play your ways with him but sometimes you just couldn't care less. note to yourself: you should care.

your instincts told you you probably need to make as much space between you two as humanly possible before he just scoops up your body. unfortunately for you, it happened before you could've take action.

grabbing your shoulder, pushing into the soft cushions. black locks tickling the soft skin of yours. face to face, while he was pinning you down. "if you want to run away, act faster than you think... just a friendly reminder." you already tried that. never worked, and he knew that. grin wider than it should be, he descended next to you on the sheets. his hair still not done, but considering the events of this night, you might just let it be like that.

"you're just something else.. being brave enough to do this, huh.." you flinched at his words. ran spooned you up from behind, hands dropped over your delicate hips, warm and gentle breath hugging around your neck. "hey.. i'm not angry." damn it. you thought you can hide how shocked and maybe even scared you were by the way he suddenly changed mood at you. you nodded, letting out the remaining breath from your lungs, pulling yourself together. the hand that had draped over your side, started rubbing sweet circles into the skin of your tummy, eventually stopping after he drifted to sleep but not before pressing a few smooches to your back and murmuring a good night.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

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╰┈➤ characters...•`K. HAJIME, H. RAN, H. RINDOU, K. IZANA´•.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 2; ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 1

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS...no one's perfect, neither them, so here's their issues in your loving relationship. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT...1,6k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... tw! disturbing content, gender neutral reader, obsession, manipulation, emotional dependence, overprotection, toxic relationship ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER...reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇭​​🇦​​🇯​​🇮​​🇲​​🇪​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｗｏｒｓｈｉｐ '

‘they treat their love interest like a god, not caring how they are treated in return. they act like someone who, and actually might, owe their love interest their life. they don’t care if their love interest loves them back or not. these yanderes will kill for their love interest and hurt those who think badly of their love interest.’

with furrowed eyebrows, you watch the scene unfold in front of you. the realization hits you, eyes now wide with horror. you feel your heart drop, legs frozen in place as someone takes action.

“you little!..” she hissed, slowly touching the edge of her mouth with her fingertips, feeling the hot fluid. the girl still on the floor, slightly trembling from fear, stood in front of her him. frustrated expression sitting on his face, hajime gets hold down by another pair of arms, forcing his bloody fists behind his back.

“fucking bitch..” the always calming and charming voice of his, now filled with venom, eyes full of bitterness. “we’re not done with this, if i ever hear… her name from your filthy mouth..”

“okay.. that’s enough, kokonoi..” the classmate shushed him, hajime with the rest of his strength, pulled his arms out of the person's grasp. lips still in frown, glancing towards you and starts taking steps in your direction.

by now your legs have taken root, his whole standing in front of you, blood still dripping on his palms, he embraces you in a tight hug, which only just grows stronger and stronger, face leaned over in the safety of your neck, his black locks tickling it. hajime exhaled a shaky breath, pressing a sloppy kiss to your warm skin. you still stood in one place, arms let loose next to you, not returning his embrace but he couldn’t care less. he had to defend you, no one else stood up, someone had to stop those people who dare to trash his one. everyone but you deserve this kind of treatment, the thread has already snapped when your name rolled down from someone’s tongue in the company of a few nasty insinuations. in hajime’s world you were the light, it was his job to protect you from everyone else. there would be no line he would be afraid to cross when it comes to you. it creeped you out. the way he changes his mood by just mentioning you or seeing you pass on hallways made all of your hair on your back stand up. don’t get me wrong, you had nothing against it, his kindness towards you melted your heart. but this kindness only towards you, was the reason you tried avoid conversations with him or just purely being in his company. unfortunately for you, he was just like glue. so yeah… good luck in the future!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇷​​🇦​​🇳​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｒｅｓｔｒａｉｎｔｓ'

‘they will directly lock up the love interest, tie up or even kidnap and drug their love interest to keep them around and compliant. restraints type yandere characters don’t tie up their love interest for reasons of domination/submission. rather, they want their love interest to never wander from their side. many will even tie their love interest to themselves.’

you fluttered your eyes open with agonizing pain spreading throughout your body, resting on the cold floor, forced in a sitting position. lights flickering in the place, your vision still fuzzy, a pair of black boots stepped into your sight. head banging while you felt something warm run down on your forehead, you tried to open your eyes more to at least get a glimpse of what’s happening.

you woke up fully when you realized that you’re struggling against those restrains tied around your wrists out of reflex. then you finally got to identify the person in front of you.

“you up, princess?” the smoothness of his voice sent goosebumps all over your body, almost in a bad way. you gulped deeply, mouth opened to form some kind of sentence but only shaky breaths could be heard. ran tilted his head in a questioning manner, grinning by now. “what? cat got your tongue?” a malicious snort fell from his lips. “okay.. since it’s that hard to guess… i might just give ya a little hint…”

the older haitani crouched down to your eyes level, his tone remained the same but something got added to his gaze with which he examined all your actions with full attention. “i was kind.. i was so.. kind… i tried not to resort to this, but you simply gave me no choice.” the taller male’s thumb grazed your features, you felt something smudge on your head, then he brought his digits back close to himself, smile faded when he saw your dark red and dried blood dirtying his hands. in the company of a scoff, he wiped it down on your ragged shirt, all this as he glared his eyes strongly on you.

your legs was the only limb he agreed free, instincts kicking in ready to raise to attack —unfortunately for you, he saw through your little thinking and your ankles got hold together by his grip— “you truly upset me, girl…” he raised up from his position, ran pushed his hips slightly forward, carefully placing his hands on his sides, watching over you with despise. “hope this lesson sticks in your head…”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇷​​🇮​​🇳​​🇩​​🇴​​🇺​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'’ｒｅｖｅｒｓｅ’ ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '

‘they can also provoke the love interest to be the one people don’t want to approach, rather than the other way around. they will be the ones responsible of the people around the love interest starting to fear or be disgusted by the love interest, spreading rumors or false evidence that make the love interest look horrible so no one else will want to be around them, not even family and friends, leaving the yandere to be the only person the love interest can rely on and feel accepted and loved by. by doing this, the people close to the love interest will eventually disappear from their lives by their own volition, and the only one around to show their “understanding” and “compassion” to the love interest will be the yandere, without anyone else getting in the way.’

“she’s here..”

“is that her?..” they’re loud.

“she’s the girl who—..” they’re too loud. you finally cover your ears up with your shaky hands, legs now in hurry towards the entrance. eyes fixated on the ground, sweat rushing down on your forehead.

“they’re at it again?” a voice questioned, mockery evident in their tone. you shot up you’re head, accidentally staring right into his piercing orbs. he didn’t break the eye contact, stood his ground. a half smile rolling up to his face.

you swallow deeply, failing to give answer and with slower steps this time, carrying-on the mourning on your way. his hand snaked up to your left shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

“you… why are you always here for me?.. " his mouth parted, eyes widened a little, clearing his throat before answering the question. “how come the gossips not scared you off?..” your tone fading down word by word.

“let’s not bother talking about that.. focus on me. me, the only one left for you..”

he didn’t have the control over you? oh he must have it over other people. since, who would want to hang out with someone like you? someone, who steals, who always spread bad things about other, who is allegedly two-faced? no one. no one but him. haitani rindou. yes, he is the only person remained in your orbit. the desperate clinging to others only scared them off even more. why bother trying?

there was no room for guilt and remorse, just focusing on the goal. they left. they finally left. and he succeeded, even with muddy hands in the end. you were the goal.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇮​​🇿​​🇦​​🇳​​🇦​ 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｄｅｌｕｓｉｏｎ '

‘the shock trope delusion yandere will create a false happy life with their loved one in their mind despite the real absence of the love interest in it or bad conditions around them. they will imagine and truly believe that they are in a close relationship with their love interest, sometimes even in their ideal home and a family life of their own. the yandere would be the only character to believe in this fictional reality without knowing the real sad truth.’

“and what do you know about her?” a taller male questioned, while walking forward with slow steps.

“so much more than anyone else…” he answers, peeking out under his white locks.

“you say that she’s head over heels for you, does she even know y—”

“yes.” a simple grumble falls from his lips, fearing if he looks to the person next to him, his hand would not stop ‘till guy’s beat to pulp.

“you’re crazy..” a whisper hit izana’s ear, he rewarded it by picking up his pace, leaving his company behind, shocked. they didn’t know you. izana was the one, the only one who knew who you were deep down. -obviously, when he was your boyfriend. in fast steps, izana passed by you, shoulder lightly brushing against yours. he had to hold himself back from outright attack you with his embrace, instead, he sent a small smile in your direction.

‘you saw him again, who was he? he must know me..’ these thoughts filled your head once again, it’s been like this… for a while now. out from pure curiosity, your head snapped around, fingers snaking around his biceps, stopping izana in his steps.

his orchid eyes burned a hole into your arm, as he watched intensely your hold on his arm. then those cold eyes traveled up to your face, seeing your eyebrows furrow, the edge of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

“who… are you?”

“darling…” the words were muttered, his head slightly angled downwards even though his eyes stared into yours, without an ounce of hesitation to turn away. “your boyfriend… don’t you recognize me?…”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

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╰┈➤ characters... .•`HAITANI RAN, HAITANI RINDOU´•.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... some cute and spicy headcannons which i think would be true if you're in a relationship with them. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 2,1k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... fluff, slight nsfw (tw!), boyfriend!ran, boyfriend!rindou, gender nautral reader, kinks (tw!), slight possessiveness (tw!) ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

a/n: before i write anything else, i would like to clarify, that i don’t ship them, and this is purely how they treat with you as their ‘shared’ girlfriend.

⋆˙.’ We all know how lazy is Ran so when you offer to braid his hair for him, he would be so relieved that he doesn’t has to do it himself. Now we have Rindou here, when they were younger, he used to be the one doing it for Ran but when they got older, Rin just casually forgot about it and didn’t had the time. When he saw you braiding Ran’s hair, he got so much nostalgia… -that he left you alone with Ran. Yeah, he’s done with that shit. He doesn’t even want to see you taking care of it, so much effort and so much time he put it in Ran’s hair care. Now that’s over.

⋆˙.’ But if you stumble over to Rindou, asking him if you could braid his hair too, he would furrow his eyebrows, almost as if he’s thinking about it. -in reality he just thinks about how he should decline your request, as kindly as possible.- “no” “why?? :(((” “my hair’s not made for that kind of stuff, ask Ran.” and he’s already shooing you off.

⋆˙.’ I feel like Ran would be more of an ass-kinda guy. (he loves all of you but that squishy flesh’s his favorite part on you) Wear leggings, mini skirts will do the work or just a simple close fitting dress. Wouldn’t be afraid to show how you made him feel, even in public. Thighs also something he loves the touch of. The bigger the better. Being insecure about them just makes him worship you and your thighs even more. There is hardly a time when there are no hickeys on it and also when it comes to relaxing, one of his favorite pillow is your legs.

⋆˙.’ And Rindou would be the tits-kinda guy. I’m sorry but he either just doesn’t give a fuck about asses or he would be disgusted by them. He isn’t someone who easily gets going by wearing something revealing -most of the times- especially in public, but in private he would simply lets his dick guide him.

⋆˙.’ Clothes with low coverage is something that you rarely wear, but when that time comes, the brothers have different opinions about. Ran would be easygoing, saying he can fight, wear what your heart desires. And because his eyes too enjoy seeing you in those dresses.

⋆˙.’ But when you’re with Rindou, he wouldn’t be too amazed. Simply hits you with a “I don’t want you to wear that..” He thinks it’s better to be safe than sorry. With a sour expression, your eyes widen slightly. Not hurt, but it didn’t felt good hearing those words from him. Of course, he didn’t meant to make you sad and he can defend you any time, but he’s sometimes so aggressive that he could gouge out others’ eyes from just a glance.

⋆˙.’ Since Ran has a really bad eyesight and how he refuses to wear glasses, he usually gets really close to you when you’re talking. At first you got intimidated, leaning your body back a little. Ran didn’t know why did you do that, but after you explained, he explained too about his bad eyesight, everything got clear to you, but sometimes how out of the blue he gets closer to you, still frightens you.

⋆˙.’ On the contrary Rindou can keep his distance. He doesn’t really likes to get close to people, even if they’re someone he’s friends or family with. He would just simply scrunch his eyes at them. But it’s rare when you see him without glasses, most of the time only when he’s fighting.

⋆˙.’ They DO NOT know how to cook. Ran tried for Rindou once, trying to take care of him as the helpful big brother he is, ended up causing fire. Rindou tried too, out of fun or just saying one time he’s gonna live alone and he should know how to take care of himself. Ended up just like Ran’s trying. So you (try to) cook. They always help tho, since in their clingy moments they wouldn’t leave you alone.

⋆˙.’ Jealousy between them almost doesn’t exists. Ran knows how Rindou needs you too, and vice-versa. He can’t just have you all for himself when you agreed to share affection between them. So Ran takes it easy, sometimes being playful about it how he wants you to spend time with him.

⋆˙.’ But Rindou can be sometimes really sad. He knows too, how his brother needs you too, but the deep down boiling jealousy can’t be always pushed back. It doesn’t come out as aggression, but sadness. You instantly notice his behavior change and confront him about it. Of course he refuses to admit it at first, but a bit nudging and he’s on your chest, you comforting him while he’s venting over his problems. After he’s back to his usual self, he can’t help but feel ashamed by you seeing this side of him.

⋆˙.’ However, jealousy over another guy is an another whole and scarier topic. It does come out as aggression from both of them. Ran starting with only harsh looks and words towards the new male, turning into heated and sometimes bloody fights. It happens much when he realizes that you’re uncomfortable too in the other person’s company and seemingly not have a pleasant experience.

⋆˙.’ Rindou’s easier to trigger, after a few gulps and sending daggers in your direction, fists are already clenched, ready to launch towards the other person. Ran would be the only person to stop him in the lucky cases when he’s there but on unfortunate times when it happens that he is apparently not there, everything would unfold much quicker.

⋆˙.’ The whole stuff darkens when you saw the menacing smiles on their faces, while beating the other guy to pulp. It makes them happy, knowing how they successfully protected you, and simply the guy who got beaten up is just a pretty sight for them somehow.

⋆˙.’ Ran is not that easy to make mad, (if its about you) he tries to look away a lot of things for you, expect other males. Other males makes him rut (Rindou not included) seeing you talk with them, hearing you talk about them, having fun with them, getting close to them from your will, just makes him see red. That’s probably the only time he would get angry with you or raise his voice at you, other times he would be pretty chill. Or when he is mad he does not get to the ‘yelling’ phase. His scary look and the coldness in his tone makes you wave that white flag.

⋆˙.’ Rindou is just like Ran. Other males are a strict topic in the household, but other than that he wouldn’t raise his voice. He would use his physical strength. Especially if you’re shorter, weaker and younger. Probably wouldn’t hurt you that much, but it sure does hurts.

⋆˙.’ Ran would love to overpower you, but not from anger. He thinks it’s cute how you try to defeat him, seeing the little pout on your face he always let’s out a little chuckle to which you try even more. Rindou is not someone who loves to do this, he thinks that true love should he pure affection, not wrestling, yeah it is adorable seeing you with puffy red cheeks but he still would not participate in it.

⋆˙.’ Though sometimes Rindou would overpower you without his attention, his strength once again leaving you shocked; how he would easily throw you over his shoulder -even if you’re the bigger body type- or throw you around in the bed and not get tired for a good amount of time.

⋆˙.’ They share you. It is rare to see you three in one session, but it’s not impossible. -but even in those times, they purely focusing on you!- When that happens you feel worn out the other day even more than you thought would be possible. They aren’t gentle at these times, neither of them are easy-going, since they already got riled up and neither of them waited for their turn with you so Ran and Rindou just gives all of them at once to you on their most.

⋆˙.’ Like is said earlier how their power is not easily dies out, their libido is crazy. They do not die down after a few round, especially when they’re feeling extra freaky on some days, might have mercy on you and cut you some slack, back it’s not usual from them.

⋆˙.’ I think Ran is the softest of the two of them. He’s the one when he sees that you’re getting tired, he backs down a little. Sometimes giving voice to his thoughts with mockery, how easily you got exhausted, other times he just casually smiles and kisses your chin. Of course there are times when he’s a big rougher too, but his usual treating mode is delicate; he wants you to feel all of him and the same for him. Occasionally too slow, teasing the hell out of you, but that’s another hc.

⋆˙.’ Now Rindou is kinda different. The overflowing power in him just blows out on you. If you’re not asking him specifically to be softer, he would just give all of him in. Safe words are included (for both of them but I forgot at Ran) but you prefer not to use it, it could really change their mood. So you let both of them freely wild, however they want it usually. -even so, they would put your pleasure, before theirs.

⋆˙.’ Ran has agrexophilia. Everywhere, every time. Probably. I would see it in him. I’m sorry but how he’s the always calm type, he loves to take risks and public sex is undeniably one of his favorite things. The adrenaline pumping in his veins is just addicting, knowing you could be caught anytime. And coming from this, he can’t and doesn’t even want to control his voice, his moans are deliberately are loud af. He just straight up loves when you get caught.

⋆˙.’ By any means Ran isn’t behind Rindou in this topic, he is gentle, but just because he loves seeing you suffer. Can’t get enough of your sounds and you clenching around him, would play his games for a good enough time, before getting into the real fucking. Quickies are accepted on some occasions (when public) but it’s not an excuse to not to tease you.

⋆˙.’ As rough as prudent Rindou is, probably isn’t into public sex as Ran is, but is a quickie lover even at home. Doesn’t like to waste time, when in the mood, he’s just in the mood and if so are you then why drag things?

⋆˙.’ Ran likes to fuck out his anger on you. You serve as a toy for him and he uses it as he wants. Will not take objections, in one ear and out the other. No words are and were spoken, you firstly got a little bit scared that he’s angry with you maybe or even Rindou, but as soon as he got what he wanted to calm down, he’s back to usual and you can chat with him like a normal and sane people!

⋆˙.’ Rindou’s a sad and tired type of mad. Again, dead silent treatment and just tries to find your embrace in every possible moment. When frustration just eats him up, he would not initiate anything intimate but keep in mind, he would never reject if you’re the on doing the offer.

⋆˙.’ Pulling undergarments to the side instead of doing the usual taking off is a huge in kink for both of them. Ruining panties is their side-job and simply just leaving your clothes on in quickies is a fiery passion.

⋆˙.’ Dom. Both of them, Rindou’s a heavy soft dom with no exception or very rarely, but he thinks that he should be in the role of the leader. In Ran’s case it purely just depends on his mood, this fucking drama queen would make you believe how tired he is and make you do all the work. But when he’s the one on top he’s relentless.

⋆˙.’ When bot, Rindou will completely melt. He shows a new side of him and it’s just shocks you every time how submissive this boy can be sometimes. Ran’s just straight up a fuckass. He bullies you most of the time how you can be rougher. He gives himself to you completely, but just would not shut up for one minute.

⋆˙.’ Ran is big on humiliation (in both ways). Rin’s more sensual during sex probably wouldn’t start to call you names during it.

⋆˙.’ Sadists. Both of them, no explanation here, they just love it.

⋆˙.’ Ran has voyeurism, only with Rindou tho, would not prefer even the thought of you being with another man who’s not them. Rindou is not a fan of this, would try watching you and Ran, but it’s not his thing.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 彡 In which . . . Ran is naturally cold.

〔CW〕 — Tooth rotting fluff, reader is naturally warm, g/n reader.

〔AN〕 — I missed this. also help how do ppl flirt @okkalo this is the idea i told u about :>

Ran is naturally cold. No matter how many blankets he wraps himself in, he just can't get rid of the frost embedded inside his pale skin. He would tease Rindou with it too, sliding his hands beneath the younger's shirt when he least expected it.

Ran didn't think much of it when he was younger. But as he grew older, he craved it. He grew up to loathe winter and relished in the sunny days where Rindou would hog a fan and place cooling packs on his forehead.

Ran hated winter until he met you on a snowy December night on his way back from his salon appointment. And for the first time ever, Ran feels warm.

He didn't want to lose you and somehow managed to call you his only after a few dates.

You were just so right for him. The way your body molded against his so prefectly, the feeling of your little hands heating up his cold cheeks, and how your lips leave a hot trail when they kiss his skin.

It's too much for him. He believes this is fate. And Ran never really believed in such stupid little thoughts like love. He gets bored, and often leaves things and people hanging. But deep down, no matter how ashamed he is to admit it, he wants to love and wants to be loved. He craves it like a man that craves emotional intimacy.

And now he has you, his personal little heater, his little angel, his other half, and his favorite snuggle buddy.

What more could the infamous Haitani need?

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠: @natdu @linalilalu @kitorin @chigirizzz

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