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Ready to let my inner whore out for my OG Daddies ❤️‍🔥🤤😩 This is why I take MY TIME to rewatch Bleach !! GODDAMITTTTTTT

Me: I love rewatching Bleach for the quality content. Love to feel the nostalgia.

Also me: Omg the nostalgia! 😍 *drools over the nostalgia, sorry i mean, Urahara, Aizen, Byakuya or Ukitake whenever they appear on the screen*

ISTG !!!

r u mine ? | haitani r.

haitani ran x fem!reader

summary: you accidentally push your boyfriend just a bit too far during a night out at the club with his friends

warnings: possessive!ran, jealous!ran, rough sex, degradation, semi-public sex, manhandling, mirror sex, established relationship (ran x reader), slight gaslighting + implied relationship issues

wordcount: 3.9k

notes: back on my bullshit w jealous!ran >:(

He knew you could feel his stare boring into the back of your head from across the room as you shifted uncomfortably on the barstool where you were grinning at Sanzu Haruchiyo, listening to him prattle on about the competition he had just lost against Kakucho. And he knew that you didn’t really care about what Sanzu was talking about but his hand curled tighter around his drink as he watched you entertain him, leaning back in his seat, breathing in deep through his nose as he took a long swig of his drink.

Calm down.

But his blood ran molten hot as he watched you laugh as Sanzu leaned in close to you, practically draped over your shoulder as he slurred on about how Kakucho totally cheated in the drinking game, about how pretty you look, and about Ran. Sanzu Haruchiyo had never been a quiet talker and Haitani Ran had good hearing, so even from halfway across the club he could hear Sanzu loudly bitch on about how Ran didn’t deserve you.

And Ran could only swallow thickly at the words. Because maybe Sanzu was right. Maybe he didn’t deserve you. He had a temper that caused too many arguments between the two of you, he got nasty and said things he didn’t mean and it wasn’t fair to you. But more than that, he was selfish and Ran would never admit those things, and he would never admit that maybe he didn’t deserve you.

And he wasn’t sure if it was fear or fury that made his stomach twist uncomfortably as you pet Sanzu’s hair gently, almost cooing at how Sanzu was nuzzled into your neck, practically moaning at the feeling of your fingers running through his hair--the same way you had lulled Ran to sleep the other night when he had woken up from a nightmare and was unable to fall back asleep.

He felt sick. It took all of his self-control to not get up from where he was sitting with Rindou and storm over to you. You should be doing that with him--not fucking Sanzu, who everybody knew was in love with you because he made no effort to hide it. 

But you weren’t doing it with him because, like always, he had lost his temper and said something hurtful when you mentioned wanting to come with him to the club to celebrate the successful deal Bonten made with their rival. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want you going out with them--he loved when you joined him and Rindou at the club. He didn’t like when you joined them when Sanzu was around--because Sanzu was much touchier, much bolder, and much more lovesick when he was drunk and high. It wasn’t you he didn’t trust, he was fucking Sanzu, who had no respect for your relationship with Ran and pursued you as if you were single.

And Ran hated it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t secure in your relationship--he loved you and you loved him, he knew that and he knew you wouldn’t leave him, but Sanzu Haruchiyo managed to get under his skin every time he smiled pretty at you, desperately trying to get your attention. And Ran was already three drinks in and his patience was waning fast as he watched Sanzu drape himself all over you like a fucking whore and as he watched you let him. 

He was going to throw up.

He could feel the bile rise to his throat as he watched you smile softly and smooth his sweaty hair out of his face, as he watched Sanzu look up at you with a sort of reverence that should only be reserved for gods. And the worst part was that he knew damn well that you weren’t even doing this maliciously. He had watched Sanzu stumble up to you, already drunk out of his mind, and he had watched the worry flash through your face as you steadied him and helped him sit down, calling the bartender over to bring water. He knew that you would never go out of your way to purposefully hurt him (unlike him, a dark voice reminded him, who spat the nastiest things when he was angry only to hurt you. Guilt rose and he forced himself to push it away. His chest felt heavy. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he be better?)

He let out a shaky breath, slamming his cup down on the table so hard that it nearly shattered, pressing his hands to his face.

He was gonna fucking lose it. He could feel it, he could feel his blood heating up, he could feel his stomach churning and his chest aching, he could feel a rage-induced haze beginning to latch on to his mind.

Breathe, he told himself, forcing himself to take in deep breaths, ignoring Rindou’s call of his name. It was hot, he was too hot, it was suffocating, he couldn’t breathe and he could feel the sweat beading at his forehead and Ran didn’t know what to do. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt, trying to help himself cool down. Breathe. Breathe.

He needed to breathe otherwise he was going to do something he regretted, something that might drive you away for good.

For good, the words echoed in his head. What if it already was for good? What if he had pushed it too far this time? 

No, he told himself, but he could feel his heart sinking in his chest as he listened to you giggle at whatever Sanzu said. No, you wouldn’t. You’ve had plenty of fights like this before and you hadn’t left.

Maybe this one was one too many.

“Ran, calm down,” Rindou’s voice sounded a million miles away even though he was sitting in the booth right next to him.

Ran’s eyes peeked out from above his hands to look at his brother, to tell him to fuck off because he was calm, he was perfectly fine, there was nothing wrong but as he looked up, he caught sight of Sanzu leaning in close—too close—and he caught sight of the pretty blush decorating your cheeks.

One that should only be reserved for him.

Ran was on his feet in an instant, ripping his hand away from Rindou’s as he darted forward to curl his hand around Ran’s wrist, trying to stop him with a sharp call of his name. 

Ran’s blood was roaring in his ears as he made his way right toward the two of you, tunnel vision on the two of you even as Kakucho tried to step in his path to stop him, shoving him away hard as he drew closer to you and Sanzu because who the fuck did Sanzu think he was? Who the fuck did you think you were?

And a distant part of him knew, he knew that you were only entertaining Sanzu because of how drunk he was, that whatever he was saying meant nothing to you, that you were only with him because Ran had left you with Kakucho and Kokonoi in a fit of pettiness when the two of you arrived at the club, still seething from your fight.

“‘s jus’ s’dumb, d’nno why you wan’ him when y’could have s’much better? ‘n-n-n ‘m not the best, but I’d treat y’better than him at least, y’know?” he could hear Sanzu slur as he approached, “s’much better, ‘d treat you s’good, like you deserve.”

And as you opened your mouth to respond, a sudden burst of fear chilled his blood because Ran didn’t want to know what your response to that was. He didn’t want to hear you agree that yeah, maybe Sanzu would treat you better, maybe you deserved more than a douchebag who lost his temper and made you cry and never apologized, that you regretted saying yes when he asked you out two years ago.

The fear gave way to anger, as it always did.

“Get the fuck up.”

The words spit out so viciously that you physically jumped, eyes wide as you turned to look at him but you didn’t move fast enough, he couldn’t stand the way that Sanzu only leaned deeper into you, lips practically brushing your skin as he let out shaky breaths, eyes dilated from whatever he had taken earlier.

Ran’s hand darted out before he could stop himself, a bruising grip curling around your bicep as he yanked you right off the barstool sending you stumbling into him. A sick glee swept through him as Sanzu yelped, trying to steady himself but his attention was on you. You and your pretty face with your wide eyes and parted lips as you started up at him in shock. 

And his anger almost melted away at the genuine confusion gracing your face because he knew, he knew you didn’t mean for it to come across as you did, that you were just trying to help Sanzu not pass out at the bar but he caught sight of Sanzu pouting behind you, shooting a longing look in your direction, and the anger returned with a vengeance.

His lips were pressed together tight and his glare was nothing short of lethal as he pulled his gaze from Sanzu and back onto you.

“Ran-“ you began and he hated how he faltered at the sound of his name on your lips so he only tightened his grip, yanking you forward without a word and Ran wasn’t even sure where he was going as the large crowd of club goers parted at the sight of an enraged Haitani, as you stumbled into his back trying to keep up with how fast he was walking and how hard he was pulling you along.

Calm down, the more rational part of him begged him as he heard you plead with him to slow down but he could barely even hear you over the blood roaring through his ears, over his fury.

He caught sight of the bathroom out of the corner of his eye and turned abruptly, dragging you through the club and into the crowded bathroom.

“Get the fuck out,” and Ran didn’t have to yell at the men crowding in the large bathroom. Everyone knew who he was, and what organization he belonged to. They caught sight of the tattoo branding his throat and fled the bathroom without a single noise or complaint.

And once the door swung shut and the final man left the bathroom, Ran finally turned toward you, the silence deafening as he stared down at you with lidded eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck he should say.

Just tell her you didn’t like how close she got to Sanzu, the rational part again spoke up, begging him not to make this worse.

“Are you done acting like a fucking whore?” the words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. He winced, regret already pooling as hurt spread across your face.

“Ran, I wasn’t-he was drunk, I-“

“He was drunk, so you felt the need to let him hang all over you,” and he was screaming at himself to shut up, but the words kept spilling past his lips, “You fuckin’ reek of him. Can smell him on you from here.”

His hand shot out to curl around your jaw tight--too tight--squeezing your cheeks together hard as he leaned in close, “You like prancing around in your tiny fuckin’ dresses ‘n letting any fucker throw himself all over you, don’t you? Saw you with Kakucho earlier too. How many cocks do you need stuffin’ you before you’re fuckin’ satisfied? You want Mikey’s next? Or maybe Rindou? You want my brother to fuck you full of his cum too?” 

He could feel your face heat up under his fingers, he could see the tears well in your eyes as you looked up at him.

Shut the fuck up, you’re making it worse-

“You want me to call ‘em in here?” Ran spit out, “want me to call ‘em in here and have ‘em run a train on you? Maybe you just wanna be Bonten’s filthy fuckin’ whore instead of my girlfriend, yeah?” 

“No!” you were sobbing, the tears were spilling from your eyes, over your cheeks and wetting his fingers. Your voice was garbled from how tight he was squeezing your cheeks but he could still make out your words, “No, Ran, only want you, I only want you!” 

And he hoped the breath he let out didn’t sound as relieved as he felt because your words started to calm the storm raging in him. Only want you, the words echoed and Ran’s throat felt tight as he searched your glassy eyes, trying to decide if you were telling the truth or lying to make him feel better. 

His grip on your jaw loosened, “Only me?” he asked again, voice quieter as he waited for your reaction.

You nodded as best as you could with his grip on your face, ‘Only you,” you confirmed, and Ran’s tight jaw relaxed, considering you before leaning back on his heels, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well how ‘bout you prove it?” he drawled and you blinked up at him, unsure of what he meant. His free hand curled around your waist to flip you around, pushing you forward. You let out a surprised ‘oof’ as he bent you over the sink counter, one leg slipping between yours to knock them apart. “Gunna let me fuck you real good, aren’t you, doll? Then ‘m gunna send you right back out there with my cum leakin’ out of you, so they all know just who you belong to.”

Ran’s hand slid up your body, fisting your hair tight and lifting your head from where it was resting against the sink, forcing you to look up and into the mirror. His eyes met your wide, teary ones through the reflection, waiting for you to say something as he unbuckled the belt holding his slacks up with his other hand.

After a few moments, you nodded. Ran’s grip on your hair tightened, waiting for a verbal confirmation.

“Yes,” you finally gasped, “wanna prove it, ‘ll prove it, Ran, ‘s only you, only you!”

A soft groan slipped past his lips at your words, pulling his cock from his pants and guiding it toward your cunt as he pushed your tiny dress up over your waist, pushing your panties over to the side, sliding his fingers between your drenched folds before nudging his tip against your entrance, relishing in the long whine that you let out as you tried to push your hips back against his.

His thoughts darkened again. Were you this wet for Sanzu? Or him?

“Sloppy fuckin’ cunt is already soaked,” he said, voice low, “Turned you on having Sanzu all over you, didn’t it?”

He watched you in the mirror, as your brows furrowed before his words finally registered in your head and you began shaking your head rapidly, “N-no,” you stuttered, a whimper escaping your lips as he pushed the fat tip of his cock into your cunt, one hand coming up to press down hard against the small of your back, stopping you from trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock. 

“No,” you cried, “No, Ran, ‘s cause of you, ‘m wet cause of you.”

“Yeah? It’s ‘cause of me?” he questioned, watching you nod your head frantically at his words, tears sliding down your cheeks, smearing your pretty makeup, “You got this wet from me dragging you across the club like a misbehaving child? You really are a fuckin’ whore, aren’t you? Bet you did this on purpose just to fuckin’ piss me off.”

“N-no, no, no, Ran, I didn’t, I-oh!” your protests dissolved into a loud whimper as Ran pushed his cock deep into you--his eyes half-rolling back at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock so fucking good. “Oh god, oh god, Ran ‘s s’big, you’re s’big, hol’on-”

Ran took in a shuddered breath as he felt your walls tightening and fluttering around his cock, his fist tightened in your hair when your eyes squeezed shut, “Watch,” he said, voice rough as he forced himself not to pull his hips back and thrust himself deep inside of you, priding himself on his self control. 

Your eyes fluttered back open, wide and dazed as your gaze focused back on his through the mirror, jaw slack from the stretch of his cock against your walls. He leaned down over you, lips brushing your ear and eyes steady on yours as he spoke, “You see this?” you whimpered in response, “You feel how good you’re suckin’ me in? This is all fuckin’ mine. My pretty pussy. Not fuckin’ Rindou’s, not Kakucho’s, not Sanzu’s, not yours, all fuckin’ mine. Say it.”

“‘S all yours, all yours, all yours,” you sobbed, “‘m all yours, Ran, please just fuck me already. Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-”

And Ran let out another shaky breath at your words, “Yeah, you’re all mine?” 

“All yours, only yours,” you babbled, “Please, Ran, please-”

All yours, it echoed through his head as he pulled his hips back and snapped them back into you--a loud, shameless moan spilling past his lips as you cried out his name, cunt clenching hard around him. He pulled your hair, hissing as he pressed his hand down harder into your back, spreading your legs open further so he could fuck himself deeper into you, his tip brushing your cervix with every thrust. 

And you were crying his name so fucking loud that there was no way that everyone in that club couldn’t hear you--not loud enough, he thought to himself, picking up the pace of his hips, fucking you faster, rougher, pushing down on your back so hard that he knew it would be bruised tomorrow, cock driving into you so deep that he knew it must be on the verge of painful, that your thighs would be black and blue from the force of his thrusts driving you into the sink.

But you didn’t seem to care, and Ran almost came on the spot when he realized that you were sobbing and begging him for more--deeper, harder, faster, please Ran, please, need more.

You were fucking perfect. God, you were so fucking perfect for him, he bit down hard on your neck, tongue lapping at the beads of blood drawn from his teeth, moaning against your skin at the pornographic moan of his name torn from your lips, at the way your cunt fluttered around him as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

You were so fucking addicting, he could never get enough of you--he swore, he swore that your pretty pussy was made just for him. His pretty pussy, he reminded himself, not fuckin’ yours. His pretty pussy, his pretty girl, his, his, his, his, all fucking his. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, ‘m gunna cum, Ran, feels s’good, you feel s’good,” you wailed, “S’good, s’good, so so so so so good!” 

“Yeah, I do, and I’m the only fuckin’ one that can make you feel this good,” he groaned, sloppily kissing up your neck to behind your ear, “Say it.”

“You’re the only one,” you nodded your head frantically, “The only one that can make me feel so good, the only one, only you.”

He moaned into your ear, biting down on your earlobe lightly before tracing his tongue along it, hot and dizzy from your words ringing through his ear, from the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock. The hand pressing down hard on your back slipped around your body, fingers flicking lightly at your puffy clit and the reaction was instant. The air was ripped from his lungs as your cunt squeezed him hard, as you came all over his cock, walls spasming around him, crying his name so loud that everybody in the club must’ve heard you.

“Oh fuuuck,” Ran gasped, head light and vision spotty as you threw him so suddenly over the edge, spilling his seed so deep inside your cunt that it had you whimpering and whining, body spasming and twitching underneath his. And for a second, all he could do was lay there, panting and desperately trying to catch his breath, reeling from the intense and abrupt orgasm. 

After a moment, he pulled off of you, hissing as his cock slipped out of you and he tucked himself back into his pants. Chest once again heavy as he helped you stand up, taking in the bruises on your thigh and bicep, the teeth marks marring your neck. 

His lips parted to apologize, say sorry for all of the awful shit he had accused you of, say sorry for treating you so roughly but no words came out.

“I shouldn’t have let Sanzu be all over me like that,” you said quietly, still half out of it as you looked up at him through your lashes, “I’m-”

“No,” he said, interrupting you before you could get the words out. “No, I… I’m sorry. I knew you were only entertaining him because he was drunk and high. I shouldn’t have…”

Done all of this, he said, looking over your smeared makeup and marked up body.

But you only smiled, “S’okay, baby,” you said and Ran all but melted at the pet name, shoulders slumping as he reached forward to cup your cheeks gently, pressing his lips against your forehead, “I kinda liked it.”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling against your skin, before pulling back and looking down at you with a teasing smirk, “Well I could tell that much from how you kept begging for more,” he said, a genuine smile tugging at his lips as you giggled at his words and leaned into him. His smile faded after a few moments, “I’ll be better,” he added quietly, remembering the argument that led to this situation in the first place, “We keep arguing. It’s my fault, I can’t control my temper and-”

“Your work is… difficult,” you said quietly, “you’re stressed all the time, and I know I make it worse sometimes by being so passive aggressive about things. We both have things to work on, okay?”

He let out a soft breath, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, kissing the top of your head, “I love you, y’know?”

“And I love you,” you said, and Ran’s throat felt tight as he buried his face in your hair because he knew he didn’t deserve you, and he knew he was lucky that you loved him because he knew that he was a difficult person to love. 

“Can we go home?” you asked after a few moments and Ran pulled back to raise an eyebrow, “wanna just relax ‘n watch a movie.” 

And Ran let out a soft sigh as he leaned in again to kiss your forehead--he knew Rindou would be pissy, and Kokonoi probably wouldn’t be happy about him leaving early either but… his eyes met your hopeful ones and he could only give you a small smile, “Yeah, let’s go home.”

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If Uzui Tengen can have 3 hot wives, why I cannot have my own HHT?

Note: HHT means Hot Husbando Trio