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𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧

"𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙝?"

suffering from a terminal illness- l/n y/n takes it upon herself to complete her little list before her time runs out. what she thought was a journey for one, turned into an adventure with roppongi's haitani ran

15. save me a waltz MASTERLIST GENERAL MASTERLIST

if there's one thing that hasn't changed from him, it's his sheer hatred to specific scents- and if given the chance then he'd gladly burn down everything that gave him that sense of nostalgia that he can't seem to escape.

one of which is the strong scent of the incense that wafted through the open space, sighing to himself as he dragged the bag that he was holding up to the all-to familiar monument at the end of the depressing place.

meet haitani ran, one of bonten's top executive and is currently known for being one of the notorious men out there to have a strong hatred to the government- more specifically, the police enforcements.

he wouldn't be like this if it weren't for what happend eleven years ago, wouldn't be where he is now if those shitheads did their job right.

yet here he is, standing in front of the marbled monument that he had built for the one and only l/n y/n.

the man changed over the course of the past decade, changed his views in life and changed how he viewed those people who labeled themselves as society's saviors.

what a joke, really.

but when all is said and done, there is one thing that managed to stick to him for eleven years- and that was his sheer adoration towards the girl in front of him.

ran was grateful that he got himself a good paying job that allow him to build a resting place that fits the woman's personality.

and who would've thought that he'd made her monument right under a sakura tree- one that he used to hate and still does to some extent.

in his belief, it felt just right to transfer her under the blossom tree since sakura's were known to fully bloom in the season of spring- the same season that the gods have given her to him and took her away in a flash.

gone just like that.

oh how ironic and idiotic he is to also visit her during the month of april.

it wasn't his fault that he had just finished his preparations for her big surprise, hauling behind him a large bag that contained everything that he had done that for sure would bring a smile on her face.

if she was here atleast.

purple eyes looked down on the photo that's sitting on the bottom of the monument, a picture of the (h/c) haired girl with a smile on her face- dressed in her usual school uniform.

it's good to know that he isn't going to have a 'talk' with some florists any time soon, noticing the fresh bouquets of (f/c) flowers that were perched on a beautiful porcelain vase that he had gotten her.

"hey... sorry for visiting just now n/n."

even after eleven years passed, the pain that gnaws on his heart was still fresh- like it had just happend yesterday.

"the boss was tiring us out- but hey, it's your anniversary right now so don't go sad on me."

as much as he wanted to tear up, he unfortunately had wasted all of them after mourning for her for more than two years.

the man still does, don't get him wrong- but due to his current line of work, it made it almost impossible for him to show normal emotions like pain unlike the past him who's more open to vulnerability.

if this tree didn't hold any specific importance to him then he would've burned it to it's roots a long time ago- grimacing as the blossoms litter around her monument.

though, he's only here for one thing.

haitani ran began emptying out the bag that he has, putting down stuffed animals from different places and lined them down in front of her framed picture- each plushies holding a significant meaning to the two of them.

a dolphin plush from singapore's aquarium, a minnie mouse one that he got at disneyland in paris.

let's not forget a certain frog plush that he once won for her at that fair that they went to as eighteen year olds.

then he began setting up some sort of string that wrapped around the marble stone with little polaroids already clipped on the decorative string.

it was photos of different places that he had been to over the course of a decade.

yes, ever since the accident of '06- haitani ran made it his mission to complete that damned list of hers, the reason why they became close in the first place.

for nineteen year old ran, it was hard to achieve some of these seeing as he needed to travel the globe to do some of the things that she had wanted- like visit the eiffel tower that he had gone to paris for the moment that he had received his first pay.

oh it pained him of course, pained him to the core as to why he was doing this all for a girl that passed away.

no- it was the love of his life that passed away.

maybe this was his way of coping, doing all the things that he knew she would've loved if she was given the chance.

"getting that sea shell from the philippines was a tricky one- but the beach is pretty cool i guess." the dual hair colored man said, crouching down in front of her photo and lightly brushed the dirt off of the glass surface.

he couldn't help but let a fond smile etch itself on his lips, sighing as he sat down fully, not caring if his expensive suit would get soiled by the dirt beneath him- he'll just buy another one.

after a minute of silence, just arranging everything that he had gotten for her- the man took out the worn out notebook that he had kept with him for a decade and still counting.

how did he even manage to get that in the first place?

well, l/n m/n was the one who handed it to him a week after her daughter's burial.

'she'd love for you to have it.'

and since then, he had done everything that he can- from binge watching a reality show to watch a dolphin show at an aquatic park surrounded by children.

"i did it y/n... your little list is now complete."

a chuckle left his lips as he skimmed through the pages of crossed out words, feeling a sense of accomplishment that surged through him.

silence was the only response that he got, the sound of the blossoms dancing along with the wind acted as his white noise as purple eyes landed on a certain number that was yet to get crossed out.

marry the love of your life haitani ran

it's painful goddammit.

but what can he do?

ever since he had seen that number on her list, he stayed truthful to her- wearing a ring on his finger to shoo any women that would approach him whenever he has business with his co-workers at some local bar.

the man would also stray away from drugs, which is pretty ironic since his job was to import and transport drugs to different clients- yet he still makes sure that he doesn't have anything to do with them even if a certain co-worker did it on a daily basis.

he just can't bear with the thought of doing something that he had lost y/n to- a drug bust gone wrong.

a sigh escaped from his lips, the corners of his mouth tugging up on a small grin as he toyed with the silver band on his finger that had her name engraved on the inside.

it's a daily reminder that even if he's doing business either by killing or just trading- she'll always be with him.

"i couldn't complete the last one just yet... so you'll just have to wait a little more, alright?"

as much as he wanted to take his life right then and there- seeing as there was no purpose to him living anymore since he only lived to see that the list is complete, his mission wasn't over just yet.

haitani ran stood up, leaving behind another ring that was intertwined with the string of polaroids that he had strung up all around her monument.

"until the day that i grow old- i'll leave it uncrossed, alright?"

"just wait for me a little bit more my love. i'll marry you the moment i step in heaven even if that means that i'll have to crawl my way up from hell."

haitani ran never really cared for his well-being nor did he care if he were to live to see another day.

living his life at the edge of the cliff that you call death, he doesn't stray away from the place even if he's aware on what waits for him on the abyss below.

that was until he had met her.

it was her who taught him to live your life to the fullest, live like you're going to die the next day and won't wake up to see another sunrise.

and now that he's nearing thirty, he realized that maybe lowering down his dangerous lifestyle isn't that bad at all- now that he's living a life for two.

haitani ran now wakes up to see another day for both him and y/n, living a life that he knew that she would most definitely like.

you may think that it's sad and depressing for the man to keep doing this to himself- and indeed it does hurt, but at the same time he's content with what he has and the time that remains.

because he knows that she'll wait for him in the afterlife.

after all, l/n y/n will always be with him.

Dealing with punishment from Draken is something for the books.

He’s a character of a docile nature, barely holding a lick of aggression in his being. But there you go—his sweet girl—going on to snap at him during a leisure stroll in Tokyo. It’s testing his patience and it’s testing it well. All he can do is smile at you, maintain his composure until the doors of your shared bedroom close behind him.

It’s that infamous grin that both hid and sealed your fate. He wore it then and he’s wearing it now as he sends his hips to clash at the pump curve of your ass. And Draken has to grin, to chuckle at the babbling mess he’s made of you.

He’s been waiting to get home, to bend you over without a moment to waste. There’s something to be said about the attitude you gave him—something to done to ensure your lesson.

So he’ll do whatever it takes, dropping his nonchalant exterior to fuck your pretty cunt full. He’s watching each delve of his cock fill you, watching the thickening white band pack around his base. His hands brace your hips in remorse for you, the pads of his digits set deep within the plush of your tummy.

He especially took heart to the efforts you’d made to repent, warbling cries of plea ringing about the room. Draken could in all faith reply, to offer you a chance at redemption. But fuck if your pussy isn’t just so tight around his cock? So warm and begging to be filled. Draken’s forced to overlook it, abandoning his thoughts of mercy for you, his beautifully ruined slut.

“Hm? What could you possibly have to say now? Keep it, I prefer taking your pretty pussy as an apology, Baby.”

CW: TWT LINKS, Rough sex, Doggy style, Spanking

OTHERS: 🖤 🖤 🖤

when you sleep on the couch after an argument (except its more like the guest room)

diluc ragnvindr x reader

2.1k+ words | zhongli

warnings: hurt/comfort, more hurt on dilucs end im sorry baby❤️ no pronouns used

hello yes not even 24 hours later i'm back with more angst

“just forget i said anything diluc,” you sound as defeated as you feel. it could be so difficult trying to get through to a man as stubborn as him and it only upset you more when you started to lose your cool while diluc remained impassive about the whole situation. you’ve always known he had a difficult time expressing his emotions, especially the more uncomfortable ones like you both feel so swirling in your hearts right now, but that didn’t stop you from wishing he would let you in just a little more when you opened up about your own. you don’t know how long it’s been since the argument started, too long, long enough for the late afternoon sun to turn into dusk. by now your throat hurts, your eyes sting with frustrated tears, your lungs feel like they're suffocating in the heat of the room and all you want is for this to be over, to stop hearing his frustrated tone normally reserved for annoying bar goers and other annoyances being used to speak to you. how much longer could you take of this before you broke.. “i’m too tired to keep going on like this..”

“we’ll be finishing this discussion later.”

the coldness of his tone is the final blow to the cracking dam that was your tear filled eyes. with your back turned towards him, your steps quiet and shaky, you try your best to hide the quiver in your voice as you whisper a small ‘okay’ before exiting the study, softly closing the door behind you. thankfully most of the staff was gone by now and you could walk to your room with your head hanging low, without the embarrassment of them seeing you and accidentally making your tears worse. 

you know you won't be able to sleep despite how exhausted you feel but you lay down and curl up in the plush duvet anyways, hating and loving how it smells of cedar, wine and a hint of smoke. you don’t know if the scent of him is making your tears better or worse but you don’t move from the bed until the sun sets behind the open curtains and you hear the large mahogany doors of the manor shut as your beloved heads towards the city. realizing a little too late how it would affect your already fragile heart, you rise from the bed and watch from the window as his figure disappears into the night.

all at once everything feels like too much and you find you can’t handle how every inch of this room feels clouded in your frustration and sadness. you couldn’t be in here, you wouldn’t find sleep with his scent lingering on the sheets. in your upset and frustrated mind you didn’t think you’d find comfort in any reminders of him but you soon found the guest room was not much better. it hadn’t been touched in so long, probably before you even knew diluc, and not a single thing in here is a remnant of him, it’s everything you hate about the room but you weren’t sure which was better. in the end it didn’t really matter, no matter where you were you were bound to cry yourself to sleep, hating that you’d still feel this way when you had to face this argument again in the morning.

“we’ll be finishing this discussion later,” he says, forcing himself to tear his attention away from you and return to the paperwork that needed to be filled out hours ago. you were getting nowhere like this, you both knew it and the only way he knows how to calm the uncomfortable tightness through his whole chest, that creeps up his spine and rattles his stolid demeanor, is to throw himself into his work, and he does just that. 

he hardly notices the sun set and the darkness throughout the study as he gets through contract after contract. only when the words on the parchment became not enough to distract him from your argument and he was finding it harder to ignore the emotions still coursing through his veins was he pulled from his work. despite the late hour there was still so much to be done, the night was far from over for him. he slips on his coat as he exits the study to head to the city but is stopped at the edge of the steps, his eyes drifting slowly towards your closed bedroom door. he swears he could choke on his heart in his throat. he does his best to swallow it, and takes some solace in the fact the room is dark. hopefully that means you’ve found sleep.

he doesn’t even make it to the city before every ounce of his frustrations is used to fuel the burning flames in every swing of his claymore; every hilichurl, every abyss mage and treasure hoarder that was unfortunate enough to come in his path feeling the searing scorch of the uncrowned king of mondstadt. 

as enemies lay defeated before him, proof of his anger, the feelings raging inside him turn from irritation at you for being stubborn, to confused frustration about the whole situation, to guilt ridden self loathing about his blindness and bullheadedness. why is it only now, as he analyzes the fight over and over, that he sees the tears pooling in your eyes, that he truly hears your words and that all you said came from nothing but concern for his health, all because you loved him and cared for him. it was him who was being stubborn. he pushed you away, he kept you at arms distance when you were so ready to accept all of him and tonight he pushed you even further from his heart but that was something he never wanted. without you -

his claymore clanks on the ground beside him as he tears off a sullied glove and rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger before running his hand through his frazzled locks, trying to compose himself. archons he hates this. he hates arguing with you. he hates feeling so far away from you even though he knows he has no one else to blame but himself. he hates seeing you cry and even more than that, he detests being the one to cause your tears.

his aching heart leads him home, sending a plea to the universe that you’re still asleep and you will stay asleep as he holds you tightly against him, not caring how desperate his grip will be. he knows he messed up and when you awake tomorrow he’ll apologize from the bottom of his heart and keep his promise to do better, accept his consequences but tonight he can't be away from you any longer.

with quiet footsteps he makes his way up the grand staircase and to your shared bedroom, shaking hands quietly closing the door behind him. the sweet smell of you wafts faintly in the air and lessens the pressure tightly in his chest. hanging his coat on its hanger by the door, shedding his vest and changing from his day clothes to something more suited for sleep he wants nothing more than to crawl into bed with you. but as he steals glances at the bed, while normally hard to make out much through the drapes on the canopy, he notices how empty the bed looks. it has his heart pounding in his chest but he remains rational, it's dark and you often like to curl up, it’s oka-

he pulls back the drapes on your side of the bed, slowly at first, but when he sees the bed is completely devoid of you his body goes rigid, the heat his worried heart flares up nearly catching the drapes on fire. letting out what was supposed to be a breath to relax him, to not let his mind run with the worst of assumptions, with the fear he refused to let form fully until now- was this fight really enough for you to leave like this? had he lost you thanks to no other than himself, rather than the darkness that usually took those he loved- of perhaps he was the dar- no diluc. get a grip. 

he had to think rationally before he burned all of teyvat down in search of you.

plenty of times you’ve fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for him to return, he hadn’t even thought to look there when he came home- his tunnel vision bringing him to the place you should be. gripping tightly onto the banister, he quickly makes his way down to the parlor and feels his barely held together calm slip completely when you’re nowhere to be found. 

every door, even ones that don’t make sense- closets, the pantry, the cellar- are thrown open in search of you. every guest room that hasn't seen a guest in so long has the master's attention, one by one turning up empty, taking more of his sanity until he feels like he's suffocating. there’s only one more guest room left and he doesn’t waste a moment opening the door and lighting the candle by the bookshelf to illuminate the room and hopefully you. 

he honestly isn’t sure how he makes it to the bed. he swears once he sees you laying in the normally untouched sheets his knees threaten to give way but nothing could stop him from holding you. he had to, if he didn't, what was the possibility this wouldn’t be real or that you’d slip right through his grasp while he was unable to do anything.. even if that chance was miniscule, it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. he couldn’t imagine his life without you, more than anything else in this world he loved you.

shaking hands that grip and pull you harder than they intended to make it impossible not to be stirred from your restless sleep but you don’t question who it is, this warmth could only belong to him. you attempt to sit up to get a better look at him, to rub the sleepiness from your puffy eyes, but his arm wrapped around your middle and his other hand buried in your hair holds you steady against him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, tickled by soft vermillion locks.

“‘dil-”

“please forgive y/n..” he pleads softly. “i’m sorry for being so stubborn, i regret you see that part of me from time to time but y/n.. i.. i love you more than i know how to express.. i will do better for you.  i can’t- i can’t lose you.”

“lose me?” your tired mind finally registers just how hard his heart is beating against your chest, how his breath is uneven, that his grip on you keeps growing tighter with each passing moment. it's almost crushing but you don’t protest, you need it just as badly as he does. pressing your head against his shoulder, accepting him completely, you speak honestly and hope he’ll hear the love behind your words. “‘luc, i’m not going anywhere.”

“i don’t know what i’d-”

“my love, you don’t need to worry about that,” your lips find his exposed neck and you place a tender kiss against his porcelain skin. “i’ll always be by your side. nothing will change that.”

you swear you feel his heart skip a beat. “i do not deserve you.”

“that is far from the truth. you are deserving love and everything you could ever hope for-”

“you are all i hope for, all i need…”

his confessions of love continue, each one stealing your breath away, melting away any lingering sadness from your fight. he leaves you blushing, speeches and you can’t help but cling to him. all of his promises, all of his apologies, were so full of honesty and love, they consumed you, dilucs love encompassed you and you melted against him, your heart so full you didn’t know what else to do but cry.

somewhere in the eternal warmth of his love and words he had lifted you up higher to rest his forehead against yours, to feel your touch, leaning into every brush of your fingers behind his ear as you moved hair out of his face and returned his love in kind. 

only celestia would know how long you spent spilling the contents of your hearts until tears of love and pure exhaustion brought you both to sleep in each other's embrace, in a bed that wasn’t your own. but it didn’t matter, wherever you were together the flames of your hearts burned brightest and couldn’t be torn asunder. 

genshin impact masterlist | main masterlist

men who eat pussy.

CHARACTERS: draken/ken ryuguji, hanma shuji, takashi mitsuya.

CONTENT WARNINGS: oral sex, praise kink, daddy kink, rim jobs.

NOTE: yes. this is a call out post on how i want draken to eat me from the back.

DRAKEN.

Eating you out is foreplay to him, making you cum at least once before his cock is inside you is always the plan.

But you're always so fucked up after, but that's just the way he likes you before, having you all for himself to enjoy.

He doesn't even jerk himself off when he's doing it— attention completely on you and your body.

He's loud, slurping and suckling on your clit, lapping on your folds and kissing all over and around your cunt.

Hates when you try to run away from him, large hands forcefully cracking open your thighs and holding you down so he can service you correctly

"Cmon, won't you be a good girl for daddy?"

Praises you when he does it, loves it when you're vocal for him.

And he knows every move to give him the perfect squeals, moans, and mewls that he wants outta you.

"Gonna cum? Do it, cum for me."

Even after you finish all over him, his mouth is still latched onto you, overstimulating you.

Oh and don't get be started when Draken is desperate, he gets filthy.

Eating you out from the back and not leaving anything unlicked.

And I mean everything. He isn't mean, he'll give your ass attention too.

He loves it, absolutely adores eating you out. Not even for you, but for him.

Making a girl go crazy for him just from his mouth makes him feel so powerful.

He'll even eat you out in his shop, just ask and flash him with your panties.

HANMA.

Oh he's such a tease, lives off of teasing you to death.

He knows what you want. He's an expert at making you squirt all over him, but is he so willing to give it to you? Nah.

You want to cum? Give him a reason to make you.

It's all games to him, tongue circling and flicking between your clit and folds while giggling to your pathetic moans.

He even slides a finger or two inside of you, curling inside of you while he slurps up your juices.

He'll give you the best head ever, he knows when you're about to cum. That's when all of his movements stop and his finger leaves your cunt begging.

You're whining and sobbing, pleading to him to let you cum at least once.

"Fuck- Please, please, please Shu?" "Ah, uh-uh. Not til' I'm done."

He'll do it once maybe twice (if he's feeling extra mean) before giving the release you desperately wanted.

It's so amazing, worth all of the teasing and edging he puts you through.

Leaves your legs quivering and shivering after, juices trickling down all over your thighs and ass with a clear drenched puddle beneath you.

"See? I'm not that mean, am I?"

"Ass up. Time for me to have my fun."

MITSUYA.

Mitsuya is a service dom, no question about it.

Loves to give his woman pleasure, you're just so pretty for him— he wants nothing else but to give you love and everything you deserve.

He shows his appreciation from eating you out.

Sees you stressed out from a day at work? Your pussy is getting eaten. Looking pretty in this new dress he made just for you? Your pussy is getting eaten. Have you been a good lil' wife/girlfriend for him? YOUR PUSSY IS GETTING EATEN.

He's messy and doesn't care, pull those panties to the side and let him in.

He finishes his meal as if he's been fasting for days, finally being able to eat again. But you and your cunt is his food.

Physically eats you out on top of the table, in the dining room/kitchen.

"You look so pretty, Don't you care that anyone could see me feasting on you?"

Even if people actually do stare, he doesn't care. You're the only thing he's focusing on.

Sit on his face, please. Just suffocate him with your pussy and thighs, he'll moan while eating you out— gripping your ass and moving you all over his tongue.

And if you squirt, that man is drinking all of it up.

+ honorable mentions: takemichi, taiju & kakucho.

I made this while listening to 3005 by Childish Gambino and started feeling sappy. I love Takefuyu's friendship so much

ONLY IN MY DREAMS // MITSUYA TAKASHI

☆────author’snote: just a little mitsuya fic i put together it might be ooc and not aligning with the current universe i haven’t finished the manga yet 

☆────warning(s):  maybe ooc?, maybe au?  fluff <3

The sound of your alarm vibrating rattled you awake and you almost questioned why the hell you even set it up in the first place. You felt around for your phone and finally found it and the screen lit up to the little reminder you had put on it. 

『 Wake up and watch the sunrise with him 』

Your body suddenly jolted awake as the realization finally hit you. You threw the covers off of you and slipped on your house slippers and opened up your closet to rifle through your clothes but nothing seemed to stand out. A closet full of clothes and nothing to wear.

You scoffed to yourself. You really needed to stop this habit of yours. After a moment, you finally settled on your cargo pants, a red cropped henley and your overworn black converse. You tossed them onto your bed as you washed up in the bathroom. Your mind began to wander to thoughts of him as you brushed your teeth. His soft dark hair that he had grown out after he stopped dying it its signature lilac that matched his pretty lilac eyes. 

You shook away the thought and smacked both of your cheeks to get out of your daze. It was embarrassing that you felt like a little school girl who had a crush on the cute delinquent. I mean it wasn’t far off from the truth. You had a crush on Mitsuya ever since you had moved out of your old neighborhood and attended the same middle school. He was always so sweet and kind to you despite being a part of a gang. He would lend you pens and even notes when you were stuck on homework assignments.

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