#souya angst | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

darlingbabyboo · 5 months

Note

hiii! (^o^)/

Dunno if your requests are open but if they are, would you mind sharing some of your hcs of what dating Souya would be like?

(Btw your writing stye is like so nice it's like sunbeams peaking out on a cloudy day, warm and enchanting to look at! ((o(*>ω<*)o)) )

'My Adorable Angry Boy...'

Summary: so what's it like dating one of the famed Kawata twins?

Notes: Requests are always open! And this is so nice 😭 Being compared to sun beams is such an honour omg!!!

Okay, so first we have to get into how you two first started dating

So how did your great love story begin?

Incredibly awkwardly to be honest

You two attended the same school but Angry had absolutely no idea how to confess to you

So he would just watch from his seat, not aware of how he's burning holes through your head

He cares, really, he's just a little stupid

Smiley is the one that really started the relationship

He was tired of how awkward y'all were and was just like, if I don't do it, no one will

"Listen, he doesn't hate you, he's a dumbass who doesn't know how to confess."

"W-What???" You look at the boy who's been burning holes through your head, the new information barely sinking in. Angry spares a small glance at you, before turning red and glaring at his brother.

"Smiley!" He exclaims.

The orange-haired gremlin only smiles wider, "you'll thank me for this later."

Everyone say thank you Smiley

After the awkwardness at first, you two do form a beautiful relationship

Angry is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever though

He's considerate in a way you would not believe

He will remember everything about you, making sure that you're always number 1

Don't worry if everyone else has forgotten about your birthday, Angry already got your back

"Souya, you didn't have to do all this!" You cover your mouth as you see your house completely transformed, streamers, banners, and everything bedazzled to the highest degree. In the middle, he sits on the table, with a homemade cake. Your eyes start to tear up "thank you so much."

Your boyfriend looks off to the side, the compliment making him turn red. "It's no problem, it's what you deserve."

And even if he's on the shyer side (especially compared to his brother), he won't be afraid of speaking up for you

If someone is bothering you, he won't be afraid to grab his brother and roll up to their house

It pays to have a delinquent boyfriend sometimes

"What's wrong with- hey!"

"This the asshole?" Smiley questions, fist crumpling around his collar.

Angry nods and narrows his eyes, "it's him."

The asshole holds up his hand, "hey, I don't know what you think I did, but I promise that you got the wrong guy."

Angry shakes his head, "no, I think I'm looking at the right guy." He sneers and cracks his knuckles, "this will teach you for harassing my girl."

He will not let anyone mess with his baby

Nicknames- I feel like Angry would be into soft/sophisticated, things like darling, honey, sweetheart

He's also a little insecure though, so be patient with him

He loves his brother more than anything but he also has to live in his shadow constantly, and sometimes it can sting.

"Souya, hun, are you okay?"

All the words he wants to say die on his tongue, only able to shake his head.

"Don't worry Souya, I won't leave you." You crawl into his lap, curling around him. He embraces you, sinking his head into your shoulders.

It's all he needs right now.

Angry is one of the sweetest guys in Tokyo Revengers, and anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend.

Can we share?

#angry x reader #angry kawata x reader #souya x reader #souya kawata x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers angst

407 notes · View notes

cannellee · 4 months

Note

HI-HI! I've been really enjoying your alpha! tokyo revengers fics and I was wondering if you were taking requests?

If so, could you do yandere! alpha! Kawata twins fighting over omega! reader before deciding to just share the reader? Like, the reader now has to deal with two yandere alphas who are working together.

You don't have to do it if you're too busy!! I just thought it would be a fun idea to explore and read.

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

yandere! alpha! kawata twins x omega! reader

tw : assault, rape attempt, curse words, possessive behaviour, isolation, sequestration, soft yanderes (sorry I made it extremely angsty for some reasons??)

my masterlist : ☆

(I feel like I didn't exactly answered your request, I still hope you'll enjoy reading it!

btw I'm trying a new format, different from my usual headcanons, I tried to make it as less boring as possible and not write anything unnecessary but I'm not sure... I would love to hear your thoughts !)

as far as you remember, it's always been the three of you. since you were little, your joyous friend group did everything together.

school hours were spent with you trying to appease their arguments, playing with them and going back home hands in hands.

as a kid, you were less aware of your surroundings and what was happening around you. you had a dynamic you were very much pleased with, smiley taking the role of your alpha, angry following meekly his brother, and you, you were their omega. they looked after you, with clumsy attempts at impressing you, growling to other kids when they were being mean.

to them it was clear since age 5, you are their omega. you never gave it too much though, at the time you simply went along with it, you growing instincts beckoning you to follow what your two alpha friends told you.

you noticed growing up that they became very dependent on you. the both of them seem to always know where you were, trying to be the first to help you carry your bags after you went grocery shopping, helping you with homework and asking questions about who hung out with today.

you liked this routine, and accepted gladly their presence. you were so close, it was only natural for them to stay close to you.

however, the older you became, the more they acted out of line. you could forgive them once or twice, but it soon became too much to bare.

their once innocent bickering, turned into a full war to see who was better suited for you. you surely hadn't expected this turn of event, angry having always went along with his brother's every words, seeing his in such a confrontation surprised you.

high school was tough. being in separated classes gave you a few hours break, but considered the interrogation which followed right after, you didn't know which was worse.

lunch period was spent in a secluded area where you gave to each their lunchbox. this was something they requested and eagerly waited every day. being able to taste their omega's cooking was a privilege they didn't take lightly!

careful though to prepare them identical, otherwise, - if one was to notice how you accidentally gave the other a bigger portion, or how you placed the sauce in a heart shape while the other couldn't witness that same attention in his- you would be met with a fight.

at first, they would verbally fight each other, cursing the other. however they recently started throwing hands, probably coming to the conclusion that it was the most effective method to assert dominance over the other.

sadly, none of these ever came to a decent end. they either would both tire the other out without any real "winner", or you would successfully stop them.

the situations really stressed you out, you didn't like them baring their teeth at each other. they're your precious friends and it makes you feel so sad to see them so hostile. whenever they went too far, unable to talk them out of their nonsense, your sent turned sour, incredibly painful to the nose, their behaviour even forcing a few whines out of you.

this would pull them of any trans they found themselves in seconds ago, stopping in their tracks to cradle you in their arms. your teary eyes and trembling lips did their job right, they hated that sight of you. how could they be the ones provoking such awful reactions out of you ? them who swore to protect and care for you.

"it's okay omega, we're so sorry"

"we didn't mean to scare you, it's over now please don't cry"

it seemed to be the only moment when they stopped to argue and instead focused on your wellbeing, their scent mixing with the other and completely showering you with their comforting pheromones.

· · ୨୧ · ·

to assume their aggressiveness doesn't go beyond their fraternal relationship would be wrong. you can't even count the number of time they teamed up to get rid of one of your poor classmates. they got too close to you, they said. you didn't like that one bit, nonetheless, you had little to no control over your entourage.

if angry or smiley considered someone to be too shady, threatening or unworthy of your time, they were quick to scare them off, no matter the irony behind their actions.

the same goes to anybody, really. they don't have to be associated with weird business to not being allowed to approach you. a male ? a friend with too much influence? someone who dares speak up about the twins' strange possessive behaviour with you ? or worst, an alpha ? all of them are nowhere near you the moment they surprise you talking to them.

a few broken ribs, a beaten up face and threats will keep them at bay from their precious omega.

by the end of the first month, everyone's heard of the rumour concerning you. and even though it's hard to confirm them, nobody's crazy enough to attempt finding out. and with the way you always smell of the two alphas' pheromones, it seems plausible.

you don't miss the worried glance thrown your way, or the hurried and panicked apologies whenever someone accidentally bumps into you.

having no one else to turn to, you spend all of your days either alone or with angry and smiley. they love it, love how you now rely on them. of course they'll give you all of their time !

they coax you into coming at their place more often, not caring if you miss a few classes. their bickering lessened, you note. but you can feel the tension in the air, whenever smiley's hand caresses you too close to your breast, angry is quick to yank it away. but they say nothing, your cries from last time being a lesson they'll never forget.

you spend a few nights there, watching movies while cuddling. you're able to find comfort in their arms, surrounded by their familiar scents.

despite how they tend to go overboard when it comes to you, you've never once felt threatened or in danger by their side.

actually, that's when you feel the safest. late night walks are no longer a foolish desire, they'll walk with you, each one on one side of you, watchful and alert. whether it's their reputation or the strong aura they emit, you've never been bothered when you're with them. you can't say the same when you go out alone, even during daytime. that's why you like the protection they provide.

· · ୨୧ · ·

they take you wherever you want. they always try to loose the other, angry making you walk faster when smiley has his back turned.

it never seems to work though, and at the end it's always the three of you.

they're always observant, especially in crowded areas. you really wanted to go to an amusement park, and upon seeing your hopeful eyes, they reluctantly agreed, already dreading how you'll be exposed to the eyes of countless of strangers.

"don't wander away y/n, we don't want to loose you, okay?"

you happily nod, too focused on what you could do next.

angry is tightly holding your hand while his brother is buying you a treat. the queue is long and you suggest that you go and try your luck at another stall.

you watch angry doing his best to earn that big plushy you had your eyes on earlier. you stay on the sidelines, softly cheering on him. while letting him focus on shooting the balloons, your eyes wander over the next stall. the prizes are even better and you tell him you're going to check the prices. you don't wait to check if he heard you and get going immediately, eyes glued to the huge teddy bear.

you slalom between the people, until you're able to see more clearly. this one is the same price, might as well try it too you thought.

you went to join back angry when a strong smell prevented you from doing so. a massive hand grips your arm before you can even do anything and you're dragged in the forest near the stalls.

the music is slowly fading away as you trash around. you're scared, unable to free yourself from this man.

he pins you against a tree, the darkness around you making it harder for you to make out his face. all you know is that his voice is low and frightening.

"what's a pretty omega like you doing here all alone, hm?"

he pulls your chin up, grabbing your ass. you froze instantly, eyes shutting on their own.

"come on, you can't tell me you went there without expecting something like that to happen"

time seems stuck, you can't help yourself from shaking and each of his movements send you into an even more distressed state.

his scent reeks, it's all over you. pleas leave your mouth one after another and you so desperately want angry or smiley to find you. surely they're looking for you now ? angry has noticed you weren't there anymore and alerted his brother, you hope.

"fuck, omegas like you always make me so fucking hard", he laughs, his hands undressing you despite your attempts at taking them off of you.

you successfully kick his nose, taking advantage of the moment of surprise to make a run for it. you almost instantly regret your act as soon as you feel him tackle you to the ground, having no problem getting to you, this alpha being obviously faster than an omega.

"you fucking bitch! quit trashing around and take it"

a slap is all it takes to stop all movements from you. the silence is excruciating, a ringing sound in your ears and his excited breaths as he unbuckles his belt are the only thing you seem to hear. your tears cascade over your cheeks. you don't dare move.

"there you go, now that's more like it. discipline always works with your dumb brains, fucking omegas.."

you shut your eyes, not wanting to see anything more, when you're suddenly freed from the painful weight over you. still, you don't move a muscle.

you hear your name being shouted and gentle arms making you sit.

"y/n ? y/n please are you okay ?"

you recognize smiley's voice and pheromones. you lean into him, accepting wholeheartedly the comfort he's providing.

you open your eyes to an extremely pissed off smiley. he's caressing your face, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ears.

"everything's fine now, angry is taking care of that bastard"

at the mention of his brother, when you turn your head to the side, you're hit by a bloody vision, one you never saw, before smiley tear you from it.

"don't look y/n. listen, we'll just go home okay? don't worry about anything, you're safe now. we're so sorry we couldn't get there sooner"

you can only nod, still very sensitive and vulnerable from what you just experienced. the sounds of angry beating up the alpha to death doesn't appease you one bit. with frantic pupils and distressed whimpers coming from you, angry does everything to keep his composure. the sight of his panic omega is atrocious and he can't believe it happened while you were with them.

he carries you in his arms, still making sure you can't see angry, "angry stop, you're scaring her"

it takes a moment, but you eventually stop hearing punches and bones being broken. then you're given a tender squeeze, your clothes dampened by blood.

you look up and see angry, his usual warm smile gone and instead looking at you with ferocious eyes. you cuddle closer to smiley's neck, nose buried in his scent gland. he's purring, hoping that'll ease you up.

the way back home is silent. you're covered with their jackets, to keep you from the cold and hide your naked shoulders after your clothes were torn apart.

you see them exchange a few glances, silently communicating, but you don't say anything, too occupied by the plushies angry gave you.

the walk is long, and the breathing of smiley lulls you to sleep soon enough, way too comfortable to do anything else.

"hey, we're home baby"

you feel yourself being put on a soft bed, you don't answer, too tired to do anything else. still, you wait for angry to say something too, which never happened. his silence is unusual and you can't help but worry.

"I'm really sorry for what happened, I shouldn't have left your side..."

"no of course not, it's not your fault, nobody's mad at you, just go to sleep okay, we'll talk tomorrow"

you only listen to him, an alpha knows better, you should've stayed close and listen for once, you feel really bad and disgusted at your behaviour.

you let them dress you up with their own clothes, a sweater from smiley and angry's sweatpants. you know that's also their way of reassuring you, and themselves.

· · ୨୧ · ·

"can't you see? the world is a scary and dangerous place. if you stay here, you'll be safe"

"angry and me will take care of you, together like you said we should, we won't argue anymore okay? so just let us love you baby"

head still fuzzy from waking up a few minutes ago, you're sitting at their table, eating the breakfast angry cooked.

you don't say anything at their words, events from last night preventing you from even finding a decent protest.

you can't help but feel like locking you up is wrong, but what can you say to them ? they're always there for you, and always will. you know they want the best for you.

"that's why we're doing this baby, I hope you understand, it's for you, only you"

"but, always staying inside still is a bit..."

"a bit what? what do you think would've happened yesterday night if we weren't there huh? are we wrong for our way of dealing with this? we're going to protect you, provide for you, isn't that enough?"

his voice scared you, he sounded mad, you didn't like that one bit. he unknowingly let out a more domineering presence, your omega not even able to protest. it forced your eyes on the floor, not daring to look up, in fear of upsetting the pink haired alpha more.

this was in those moments you got reminded of the painfully obvious difference between the three of you. angry and smiley were alphas, no matter how hard you would try to act as friends on a same level, the power imbalance between your two genders would always make it impossible for you to win an argument.

"it's just... I'm worried about your safety. we will protect you from everything, just rely on us for once"

you choose to stay quiet. you head was pounding and no matter what you replied, they would always find a way to prove you wrong.

you finished eating, letting them guide you back to their shared room. they dropped you on the floor, a small and tidy corner. you questioned them, wondering why smiley didn't carry you back to the bed you were on earlier.

when angry came in too, he held a few hoodies, blankets and pillows. he gave it to you, immediately understanding what he meant.

building a nest was a permanent thing, only done in places you consider home. it's very intimate and only the alpha's omega was allowed to come near it. to make you build such a precious space, inside their room ; you knew you weren't getting out of here any time soon. they were deeply serious about you.

smiley scented the first blanket, handing it to angry so he could do as well. they then gave it to you, softly urging you to start your nest.

you were hesitant, but eventually gave in. carefully placing each items, the two alphas practically purring from satisfaction with the way their omega was obediently going along with their request, trusting them enough to let them help her with her process.

"good omega, so docile for her alphas"

he takes you in his arms once it's all over, pushing your head against his neck, while laying down inside the soft nest you made.

you were quite proud of the outcome, having put much efforts to accomplish a well made nest.

"right, you're so pretty, we were so lucky to find someone like you. a sweet little omega, letting her alphas cuddle her like that, you're such a good girl"

you were ashamed to say their praises worked like a charm, and soon appeased your worries and constant questions. you wanted to trust them wholeheartedly. it felt too right, they sounded so right. praising flowing towards you, you felt loved and appreciated.

they both gave you soft, gentle kisses, a boy on each side, heat of their chest engulfing you entirely. you wish you could stay like this forever, in the warm embrace of your alphas.

their love for you would only grow from now, knowing that they now had full responsibility over you, their adoration having no limits. they'll work twice as hard to become he alphas you're deserving of.

and you'll stay in the safety of your home, patiently waiting for them every day to come back. you won't leave. you're now bound for life, especially after the claim they put on your neck.

a sign of the ownership and affection they so preciously hold over you.

250 notes · View notes

kawataslvr · 2 months

Text

Summary: Angst -> Fluff ,, The final part im doing of this sadly,, Angry X reader ,, Izana isnt really present in this part (hence me just showing him off in the pics above 😞🙏) ,, Shit talking Izana

A/N : Making a non angst writing of Izana to make up to my glounderous wonderous king, THIS IS SHORT i feel like i delayed the upload so much.. ive been so busy and unmotivated. only 2 more reqs to go ✨

He/Him prns used

Chifuyu was more than mad at Izana, it wasnt like he could do anything to Izana.

Which pissed him off, he couldn’t just go fight the leader of Tenjiku.

But got did he wish he could.

One of the Kawata twins who you were close with, Souya, or better known as Angry came over comforting you.

Pampering you as if you were a child, he cuddled with you closely. Hearing your sobs hurt his heart more than enough.

If you said that Souya wasn’t the biggest part of you getting over Izana, you’d be lying.

In the process you accidentally falled for him, not that it was anything bad. Souya was a great dude, but thats also what you thought about Izana.

You were terrified to get back into the dating scene again, especially looking down at some of the bruises that were still healing.

Even so, Souya didn’t exactly force his feelings on you. He took it slowly and coaxed yoh into feeling safe and comfortable.

Without that feeling of suffocation falling behind it.

#tokyo revengers #male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #izana #izana kurokawa angst #izana angst #tokyo revengers izana #izana kurokawa #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu matsuno #x male #chifuyu x male #angry x male #souya x male #izana x male

39 notes · View notes

stxrmylxve · 1 year

Note

Hey babe had like the random of thoughts today. Remember that trend where you text your boyfriend or spouse like they were the outside guy/girl. "He/she is gone you can come by now" just to get their reactions.

Now imagine the chaos if it was Tokyo revengers boyfriends....

Mikey:

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] mikey :: [the fuck?] you :: [oh.. hey!] mikey :: [open the door.] you :: [what?? you had a meeting?] mikey :: [not anymore]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] draken :: [who?] you :: [oh.. a friend.] draken :: [you sure about that?] you :: [yeah! 🤨) draken :: [not impressed. I’ll deal with you later.]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] baji: [huh?] you :: [oh uh] baji :: [who the hell was supposed to come over?] you :: [just a friend] baji :: [who the fuck was supposed to come over.] you :: [a friend!] baji :: […] baji :: [no.]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] hanma :: [oh fr? lemme slide in] you :: [whatt??] hanma :: [the fuck am I supposed to say?] you :: [uh… get mad?] hanma :: [you wouldn’t dare to cheat] hanma :: [I made sure of that] you :: [… what? 😀]

you :: [he’s gone, you can come over now 😙] souya :: [baby?] you :: [yes?] souya :: [...care to explain?] you :: […explain what?] nahoya :: [if you don’t tell me why souya is tearing up, I will fucking come to your house and will get it that way] you :: [he’s crying??!] you :: [NO MY BABY] you :: [I’ll be there in 5 minutes 🥹]

235 notes · View notes

hxpel3s5-slxxt · 27 days

Text

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

TW: unauthorized/nonconsensual photography, sexual harassment, threatening, offensive insults, overprotective behavior, angst, usage of drugs (marijuana), peeping tom

A/n: Not all characters will be dated/developing relationships in the first book/season. You may have to wait until the second book/season if you are waiting for a specific character.

X Masterlist

Chapter 1: Heavenly 》Next

"Bro! BRO!" I curl over myself laughing as my best friend runs out of the yard, trying to get away.

Tears prick at my eyes and my best friend falls to the ground laughing.

"Bruh, I was NOT tryna get caught!"

He manages to say before joining me at my side.

"Okay, but you ain't have to run out the yard!"

His laughing finally dies down and we walk back inside, his left arm draped over my shoulder in a friendly manner. Seeing Chifuyu and Kazutora still chilling on the couch, I take a seat next to Kazutora, throwing my legs over his lap. Baji sits next to Chifuyu, his right arm resting on the back of the couch over the blond's shoulders.

"Kazu, Fuyu, tell me why Baji gon' run out the front yard when I tried to hit him for spraying me." I lean back on the armrest of the couch, getting comfortable. Slight chuckles leave them and Baji's face grows a bit red.

"I was runnin' for my life, bruh." he smiles at the group.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and Kazutora looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"One of your lil' side hoes?"

I take my phone out and give him a ' Are you serious right now?' look. He puts his hands up defensively.

"I'm just asking the questions that need to be asked!" I chuckle at him and Chifuyu defends me.

"Jealous much?" He raises his eyebrow, mirroring what Kazutora had done. Kazutora gets defensive and I roll my eyes at their bantering. I unlock my phone to see who texted me.

H: Are you coming or not? H: Getting tired of waiting.

I roll my eyes at his impatience before texting back.

Me: Yea? Me: And one thing you not gon do, lil boy, is rush me. 😒🖕🏾

He reacts to my message with a laughing face, and before I can tell him I'm not playing, my phone gets snatched out of my hands by Baji.

"' Are you coming or not?', ' Yea?'" He reads the message aloud and looks at me in disbelief.

Chufuyu springs up from his seat before taking the phone himself.

I stand up as well and punch Baji's arm.

"Don't touch my shit, nigga." I attempt to take my phone from Chifuyu, but he swiftly avoids me. His eyes never leave the screen as his face scrunches up in a mixture of surprise and disgust.

Kazutora chimes in.

"The same way some grown man tryna touch on you?" he snorts and I roll my eyes.

"Yall really think yall funny, huh?" I finally manage to take my phone from Chifuyu and quickly lock my phone.

Baji crosses his arms. "Who's 'H'?" he raises an eyebrow. The other two men nod along.

"That's none of your business, now is it?" I bend over, pouting mockingly. I knew I messed up by saying that, but could you blame me? I mean, I'm a grown-ass woman. Their faces darken, completely serious. Chifuyu scoffs at me before making his way upstairs. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior.

My eyes trail over to the other two men.

"So we're keeping secrets now?" Kazutora stands.

"Kazu, c'mon--"

"No, no, Kazutora, it's none of our business!" Baji cuts me off, putting his hands up in a surrendering manner. I feel my throat tighten a bit.

"Oh you right, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to look out for you, your highness!" Kazutora bows before scowling at me.

I scoff at them. "Okay, be like that! I don't give a fuck!" I shrug, storming out of the house.

My heart feels like it's in my throat as tears blur my vision. I let out an aggravated sigh as I walked down the block. Unfortunately, Baji was my ride to Kazutora's house, so getting a ride from him was now out of the question. I was by no means sad about our small argument, just pissed off. My phone chimes as I get sent an address. I put it into my GPS and make my way there.

Luckily, the walk felt short. I turn off my music and put my headphones back into my pocket as I walk up to a large hotel. I get to the entrance and notice that you need a keycard to get in. Just as I am about to pull out my phone, the door opens. I look up and a smile crosses my face.

"Hey, Hanma."

The ghost of a smirk crosses his features as the lanky man steps aside to let me into the lobby.

The building itself looked well-kept and not too fancy. We step into the elevator and Hanma presses the button for the 3rd floor. My eyes travel up to his hair and I let out a disgusted grumble.

"What did I tell you about putting your hair up like that? It looks better down." I upturn my lip and he side-eyes me, uninterested.

"And I told you that dressing like a bimbo ain't cute." he scrunches his nose at my outfit, eyeing me up and down. A sports bra and booty shorts don't fall into the bimbo category for me, but what do I know?

The doors open and we step out of the elevator, Hanma slapping my ass in the process. I whip around to face him, my eyes wide and my mouth agape. He walks right past me in a bored manner; down the hallway to his apartment. 3105.

He presses his key card up against the fancy machinery, the red light turning green. He pushes his door open and throws his key card onto the kitchen counter.

As soon as you walk in, you're hit with the smell of lemon-scented cleaning supplies and expensive candles. I honestly expected his place to be junky. Shit, I didn't even expect him to live in the Heavenly Hotel.

Having been known as the second most expensive hotel in the Bronx, the Heavenly Hotel certainly lives up to its name.

"Okay Hanma, I see you," I say, my eyebrows knitted together with a smile on my face. I couldn't help but run my fingers against every surface. "Nice place, nice place…" I peek up the stairs.

He takes off his jacket, draping it over the industrial white couch.

"Hm? Oh, I'm not living in this shithole. My place? The Heavenly Hotel wishes they could compare." He smirks at me, almost telling me I'm stupid without saying it.

I roll my eyes but deep down, I'm impressed. I mean, with the way Hanma dresses, acts, etc. I thought he was living on the streets. Which brings me to my current question.

"Where'd you get the mon--"

"You can take a shower upstairs. There's a closet with spare clothes." He takes out a cigarette, lights it and places it in his mouth. Hanma takes a long drag, letting the smoke out through his nose.

"Not only do you talk too fuckin' much, but you're damn nosey." He mumbles, flicking ashes onto the floor. I flinch. Not because of his less than kind words, but because of the bland grey dirtying the pristine white marble.

I go upstairs, opening every door and being met with beautiful rooms. It isn't until I'm about to give up that I finally find the bathroom. The floors are made out of beautiful linen wood, the walls a soothing grey. I strip down and place my clothes into a hamper. I turn on the water and play with the different settings. Jet, shower, rain. There are 15 different settings to choose from. I go with mist and scrub my body. The water pressure and temperature put me on cloud 9.

I must not have kept track of how long I was in there, because next thing I know, the door flings open. Heavy feet stomp over to the shower and that door swings open as well. I jump and cover my naked body.

"I don't know what you think this is; running up my water bill. Get your ass out 'fore I come in there, wash you myself, and dress you like you're a fucking child." Hanma spits, glaring down at me. His eyes look over me once before slamming the shower door shut.

"You got four minutes." He walks out and closes the door behind him.

I remain still from the shock. I take in a shaky breath and turn off the water. I step out and grab a towel from the shelf over the toilet. I quickly dry off and put on a white t-shirt, black leggings, and black socks from the closet. I put my box braids into a half up-half down hairstyle, leaving some out in the front.

I leave the bathroom and come downstairs to see Hanma smoking on the balcony, the stars of the night making his face glow.

I step out with him and close the sliding door behind me

"Don't pull that shit again." My voice comes out less strict than I would have hoped.

He laughs at me. He laughs his stupidly. sexy. irresistible laugh and puts his cigarette out on the railing. He walks past me, squeezing my chest. I couldn't help the small startled moan I let out.

Curse this quietness.

He abruptly stops at the doorway and I can't bring myself to turn around and face him.

"You're gonna wish I do," He steps closer, his left hand gripping my ponytail, yanking my head back. "You're gonna cry and beg for that shit," He continued.

I glare at him through teary eyes, the back of my neck starting to burn. He stares at me, not saying a word. A blank face plays on his features and my throat tightens as the tears spill over.

"Han--"

"You're no fun." He sighs, yanking my body back by my hair, causing me to run into the iron railing.

I wipe my tears. Am I seriously crying in front of this piece of shit? Where did my pride go? Was it lost when I lost the trust of my three closest friends? Or maybe it was when I lost my dignity, letting Hanma treat me the way he is just because he's bigger. Stronger.

I sniffle and push past him, grabbing my phone off the kitchen counter, Hanma had grabbed it when he entered the bathroom.

"Fuck you, Hanma. Don't text me, call me, don't even think about me, you perverted piece of shit." I say, unlocking the door while pulling my shoes on.

"That seems more like a you task, than a me task. Text me when you get home, doll." He smiles.

"Go fuck yourself," I mumble, leaving out the door.

"So then I told that negro to go fuck himself. Not only are you gonna diss my fashion sense, but you're gonna put your hands on me?" I shake my head in disbelief.

Nahoya brushes his knuckles against my cheek. "It's gon' be okay, ma."

He manspreads with his arms thrown over the back of the couch, black sweats hanging dangerously low. There is silence despite the R&B music playing from Nahoya's playlist. Souya, sitting between my legs, tilts his head back until it meets my lap. He looks up at me with red, lidded eyes.

"Want us to beat him up?" He asks, relaxing into the plush of my thighs. I run my fingers through his hair, making sure the oil is rubbed in. A smile makes its way to my face.

"Nah, ya'll are good."

Nahoya uses his index and middle fingers to turn my chin, making me face him.

"Y'know you can rely on us, right?" His finger taps on my chin to keep my attention. "You can still move in. We kept the guest room open just for you, sweetheart." He smiles at me, his blindingly white teeth making an appearance. Lord have mercy.

"I know, Hoya." I grab his hand lingering on my face. "But you know I've been thinking about moving in with Annaztazja and Raedyn." I flash a sorry smile.

Annaztazja and Raedyn are my two best friends. I met them when I first enrolled in college. They were looking for a third person to split the rent with, and I sure as hell was not paying for a dorm by myself. After receiving my Bachelors degree in information systems and going to business school, I'm 22 getting by with the position of Jr.Operations Analyst for Gynja Investments with a salary of $34,628.

Nahoya sucks his teeth and stands up, stretching. "They already got each other. They'on need a third person." He chuckles to himself.

Souya takes my phone off the charger, replacing it with his. "25 missed calls from 'Fuyu' and 46 unread messages from 'Tora'." He says, handing me my phone. I wipe my hands off on my leggings and take my phone from him.

I decide to call Chifuyu back later and read the messages from Kazutora.

Tora: Yo Tora: Where are you? Tora: Istg if you dont answer me Tora: Im gonna get Baji to track your location Tora: And he'll handle it

I quickly text back before he makes any rash decisions.

Me: I'm good. Me: Spending the night somewhere else.

Tora: Wtf do you mean Tora: You supposed to be spending the night here

Oh, that's right. I was supposed to be spending the night at Tora's place.

Tora: ? Tora: Where you at? Address?

I turn my location off. A harsh slap to my thigh makes me turn my phone off as well. I look down at Souya, the assailant in question. I rub at my now swelling thigh and raise an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"You spending the night?" He asks, obviously eavesdropping.

"Well, not anymore you abusive fuck."

Souya turns around, his forearms on each side of me.

"'M sorry, mama." He mumbles against the crook of my neck, peppering kisses on my right shoulder. He intertwines his hands behind my back, trapping me. My heartbeat quickens in two places as his kisses trail to my collarbone. I run my fingers through his hair as he finishes his kisses on my left shoulder, resting his head on it.

"I guess I can forgive you." I joke, rolling my eyes.

Nahoya comes behind the couch, draping a blanket over my face. "There are more blankets in the hallway closet." He says, playfully knocking my head to the side. I pull the blanket off my face.

"Attacking me while I'm at an obvious disadvantage is crazy," I say, leaning back to show Souya snuggling into my shoulder.

"I guess you sleeping on the couch then." he smiles, hitting the other side of my head.

"Souya, get up and defend my honor," I whine, trying my best to shake the man twice my size. Small snores erupt from him and I sigh in defeat.

"I want my ones when I wake up, cheater," I say draping the blankets over Souya and me.

"Now come over here and help me get him on this couch." Referring to Souya's bottom half still kneeling at the edge of the couch. Nahoya steps over and lays his brother on top of me.

"Goodnight, big head," Nahoya says, turning the lights off.

"Goodnight, ugly." I retort, closing my eyes. The sound of Nahoya going up the stairs gets smaller and smaller until inaudible.

I run my fingers through Souyas curly locs as today's events consume my thoughts. And no matter how hard I tried, even as I drifted to sleep, I couldn't tune out the sound of a camera clicking.

31 notes · View notes

jubilee40 · 2 years

Text

Reason(s) Why They Break Up With You ~ Hakkai Shiba, Rindo Haitani, and Souya “Angry” Kawata

🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍

Characters: Hakkai Shiba, Rindo Haitani, and Souya “Angry” Kawata

Warnings: Angst

Don’t Forget To Send In Your Requests For This Year’s Kinktober: 12 Empty Requests Slots Available

🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍🏍

Hakkai Shiba

The main reason Hakkai would want to break up would be because he is scared that his older brother Taiju and his brother's ex-gang members might try to harm his S/O.

Hakkai realized that Taiju is trying to change being violent toward him and Yuzuha but refuses to have you near him.

Before breaking up with you, he would have to ask Takashi Mitsuya for advice on what to do and what to say to you.

“Y/N, please don't be mad at me. I just want to protect you.”

“I'm sorry... I still love you though.”

Rindo Haitian

Rindo would only end things with you because he's either over it or is tired of how much you are “nagging” him to stop fighting and doing illegal things.

Your relationship with him was rocky from the start but exciting. He was used to one-night stands and friends with benefits so he wasn't used to how often wanted to talk and see him.

Rindo and you were mostly on and off because of him. It seemed like every week he was beating someone with his older brother Ran which took a toll on you but that didn't stop you from running back into his arms when he says a few sweet words and lying about how he will change.

“What the fuck do you want from me, Y/N?!”

“I want you to stop doing this crazy shit! You do realize you can go to Prison?”

“Stop being a bitch and nagging me!!”

Souya “Angry” Kawata

Souya and you have a great relationship. The only reason I could see the two of you breaking up would be long distance or maybe taking a short break because of a small argument.

The small arguments would be about his insecurities and you trying to convince him that he perfect the way he his.

The breaks would be no longer than 3 days to a week.

“Baby, I told you. I like you for the way you are. You shouldn’t compare yourself to Smiley.”

“But they..”

“No buts! Don’t listen to those guys they are just jealous of my, Crying Blue Ogre.” You stated, planting a kiss on Souya’s forehead.

~Taglist~

@samanthathesonicfan @pradaandlucifer

@gojo-enthusiast @breely1284

@fiona782 @mrsgangorca

@myfireangel09 @missroro

@ohgosh0777 @Miss-Uzumaki

@straymoon96 @melody13522

@Itzgabs22 @roseqzpd

@innerghiblisoul @lovingsecret

@0lissa0

313 notes · View notes

reallyromealone · 2 years

Note

You don’t have to do this request but Smiley’s reaction to his bf sacrificing himself to save Angry from a brutal stab in a fight with another gang? basically the bf pulled a Baji (death or no death is up to you)

Everyone say thank you for the angst lol

It all happened so fast, he barely felt the knife hit him as he pushed Souya away until he saw the bloody knife in the person's hand.

Souya didn't know what to do as he stared at the blood pouring out of his brothers boyfriend "shit! 'HOYA!" Souya cried out as he made (name) lay down and Nahoya... Nahoya went ape shit.

(Name) was dizzy as he watched his boyfriend wreak havoc "keep awake!" A voice rang out but he couldn't quite figure out who as flashing lights were fuzzy in his peripheral and before he knew it.

It was black.

No one had ever seen Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata so stressed as he paced back and forth the waiting room, Souya sitting with his head is hands as stress ate the twins away.

What if he died?

Oh god Nahoya doesn't think he could handle that.

He couldn't loose his boyfriend.

The doctors were in surgery and it was nerve wracking as the rest of Toman came to check on them.

"Come on, he would want you guys to get som sleep"

No witty comebacks, no snarky and slightly hostile attitude.

Nothing.

The Eldest Kawata allowed himself to be led away by Mitsuya and Souya and everyone noticed one thing.

He wasn't smiling.

His face looked... Lost.

They couldn't imagine what would happen if it was Souya...

All they could do was hope (name) recovered.

Six times.

That's how many times (name) apparently almost died in surgery.

(Name) looked so helpless as he lay on the bed, like a doll.

"Come on baby... Wake up"

The doctor said he was in a medically induced coma, there was no prediction on when he exactly would wake up.

Hours.

Days.

Months.

It was fucking terrifying to think about.

But nahoya would spend every second he could to make sure (name) woke to see his face.

He saved Souyas life after all, the least be could do is be there when his boyfriend woke.

"Please wake up... I need you" Nahoya said, a soft tenderness no one but his brother had ever seen.

Eventually he began telling (name) about the ramen shop, the twins bought an old place that needed a fair bit of TLC and God was their some fucking nonsense.

He barely realized (name) was staring at him with love sick eyes until his weak hand pressed back gently against Nahoyas.

"Babe...?" Nahoya said, not quite believing himself as (name) tried taking off the air mask "here let me!"

Once the mask was off (name) smiled weakly at the elder Kawata "hi baby..." (Name)s voice was hoarse as Nahoya immediately grabbed a cup of water for him and a straw.

"You sound like shit baby.." Nahoya joked slightly "I feel like shit" voice sounding slightly better "is he ok?"

Even when stabbed, (name)s focus was still on other people.

Wild.

"Yeah baby, he's ok...were ok"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #angst #smiley kawata #angry kawata #kawata brothers #souya kawata #nahoya kawata #kawata x reader #smiley x male reader

286 notes · View notes

decomposing-romantic · 2 years

Text

RoleSwap AU pt. 1

Nahoya, Mary, and Rindou (feat. Souya)

First, my OC ~

Her name is Yamamoto Mashiho (the younger sister of Takuya, since he’s basically Shinichiro in this au) and she’s nicknamed Mary. This nickname comes from her younger brother who is half foreign, and his name is Jonah. Since their family runs a shrine (as well as a gym/dojo) he felt especially ostracized for this and there would be kids who bullied him for having a foreign name and being half foreign, so Mashiho stepped in and told the kids who were making him to leave him alone as well as scaring them away, then she told him that from then on he could pick a foreign name for her and that’s what she’d go by, so that they matched. He chose Maria and eventually this got shortened to Mary, and the name just stuck from then on.

She plays a very similar role to Mikey in this au, including having dark impulses and continuously ending up living a bad life in the future, no matter what changes are made. Not only that, but she’s also quite charismatic (like Mikey) and it’s this charisma that draws her gang members, Yuzuha, and others to her like a moth to a flame. This tragic life trajectory is also what caused Yuzuha’s motive to shift towards the end of the story.

Now onto Rindou ~

Rindou is the Baji of this au, sort of. Her connection to Mary and the delinquent world started with and comes from her attending the Yamamoto family dojo/gym in her childhood to have some away time from Ran. She became friends with Mary due to them being on the closest strength levels to each other in their age range and often play fighting with each other, as well as the fact they were both the only girls in that class. This leads to Rindou coming over to the dojo even when she doesn’t have classes.

Ran never attends with Rindou as he doesn’t have any real interest in those sorts of things, instead spending his time either sleeping or taking care of his appearance and hair/fashion. As the years went on though, Ran did eventually join them, not liking that his sister spent so much time away from him, and also just wanted to be involved in the group, as well as Rindou give of just, dragging him along. I’m not entirely sure how to explain it but you get what I mean.

Also, because Rindou is genderbent in this au, it adds a level of tension the relationship he has with Ran.

Brief segment for Souya !!

Souya is the Senju of this au and the one who adopts the last name Kawata as a pseudonym/work name. He believes that he caused the huge fight between Mary and Nahoya, and he ends up carrying up the weight of thinking he’s the reason his brother became so messed up. Despite his train of thought, this isn’t true and what Souya did, aka breaking a doll that Takuya had given Mary, was only the tipping point for a pre-existing issue.

And finally onto Nahoya ~

Nahoya is the Sanzu of this au. He knew the Yamamoto siblings through his older brother, Kazushi (this isn’t canon it’s just for the sake of the story. this also makes Nahoya’s real last name to be Yamagishi). Takuya and Kazushi had been best friends since childhood and they never stopped being friends, with Kazushi even being the vice captain of Takuya’s gang at one point.

Becuase of the status of their relationship Nahoya spent a lot of time at the Yamamoto household (as did Souya and Kazushi) where he too became friends with Rindou and Mary. However, because of the close nature of Takuya and Kazushi’s relationship, Mary and the twins were more like siblings than friends, with Mary even calling Kazushi her older brother as well. Despite Souya and Nahoya being twins though, Souya was often “excluded” from hanging out and playing with the other three because he was deemed as weaker. Despite this all four of them were very close and got along quite well.

Although, after one very bad argument while the Yamagishis and Rindou were over (the very same argument that Souya thinks he caused) things got out of hand, and Mary ends up splashing boiling water on Nahoya’s face and slashing at his mouth, after fighting off Rindou to do so. The fight ended up causing something to snap in Mary and Nahoya’s mind, and from that day on Nahoya, Rindou, and Mary were never the same.

Mary was consumed by lurking Dark Impulses, Rindou threw himself into studying martial arts and making sure he was never unable to protect his friends again to the point it started to affect him negatively at school and he was prone to violent outbursts, and Nahoya became manically and unhealthily dependent on/attached to Mary, even when the two were separated he viewed her as a merciful leader who justly punished people for their wrong doings and he devoted himself to aiding her, viewing himself as nothing more than a pawn in her court.

9 notes · View notes

sohya · 1 year

Text

oceans & engines by niki is gonna make me write the most heart-wrenching angst w souya

#i'm thinkingggggg right person wrong time #could promise im gonna cry but all of the souya angsts ive written on my self ship blog have made me cry into my pillow #omg wait i just got my lashes done yesterday so i cant cry today #new challenge then i'll try n write it without crying

0 notes

kazutora-kurokawa · 3 months

Note

Souya, draken and taiju x fem reader where she has a sad day and crawl in their lap and rest her head on their chest as she cries

TokRev x Stressed!Reader

♡ SFW, fem reader, angst, comfort and fluff ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon, I hope you had a good day and I hope you enjoy 🩵

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

Souya

Souya had just gotten home from work and the last thing he was expecting to see was you balled up on the couch looking depressed. He sits next to you and within seconds you're in his lap with his arms wrapped around you. He can feel your body shaking against him and your tears soaking his shirt.

"It'll be okay pretty girl, you'll feel better soon."

Obviously he doesn't know why you're upset or if there's even a reason why you're upset, he just knows that he hates seeing and hearing you cry. He spends the rest of the night consoling you, planting kisses on your head, and praising you.

Draken

Just as he was on his way out the door, you barged in and attempted to walk straight past him. He reaches out and grabs your shoulder, spinning you so that you're facing him.

"What the hell y/n? Why'd you rush past me like that?"

His face softens when he sees the tears forming in your eyes. After leaning down to kiss your forehead he walks you over to the couch, gently pulling you onto his lap. His big hands slowly trace patterns in your back and he rests his head on yours as you sob into his chest.

Taiju

You walked through the door of Taiju's apartment in a terrible mood and crash land onto his couch. Taiju can immediately sense that something is off with you and walks over to you to find out what's wrong.

"You look like you had a crappy day, what's wrong darling?

You tried to open your mouth, but all you could do was break down in tears. It's not long before you feel his strong arms wrap around you and pull you into his lap. He doesn't bother asking you about your day again and just rubs your back while you cry.

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkitkats @happy-trenchcoated-impala @rindousbabyg

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fluff #souya fluff #taiju fluff #draken fluff #draken x reader #taiju x reader #souya x reader

187 notes · View notes

jaycewrites-192000 · 5 months

Text

Secret

Summery: Rindou and reader have been dating in secret, and when reader finds out Rindou had injured Angry in a fight, she has no other choice but to confront him.

Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata, Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warning(s): Angst with happy ending

Credit to: @lostsomewhereinthegarden for the idea!

A/N: This would be a one-off, idk if within the series the kawata sister (reader) would be in a relationship with anyone. But, there is going to be a mini series where she does actually get a boyfriend. However, that’s not gonna be canon to the actual Kawata Sibling series either lol. Just for fun really.

“I feel like I could have helped out more if I showed up to the fight. I’m worried about Souya.” Y/n says as she helps her oldest brother onto his wheelchair. “Also you’re not suppose to be out of the hospital yet dummy. You too Mitsuya.” Y/n mutters, Mitsuya chuckles awkwardly. “Yeah. I know.” Smiley was insistent on leaving early. And once he decides to do something, he does, and no one can stop him. “Don’t want to help out your brother and friend in need? How cruel.” Smiley teases. Y/n rolled her eyes. “I don’t care to help. But like I said, I’m worried.”

“Mhm. Me too.” Smiley nods. “I think you guys are too paranoid.” Mitsuya speaks up. “Those guys can handle it, they’re unreasonably strong. You two don’t have anything to worry about, they’ll pull through.” He says with a confident smile. “Of course there strong. That’s not what we’re worried about.” Y/n tells him. “It’s Souya, I’m mostly concerned with.” Mitsuya gives you a confused glance, before he could question you, Smiley spoke again.

“I bet he’s crying right about now.”

“Crying?” Mitsuya raises an eyebrow. “When Souya cries…he turns into a monster. He’s even stronger than me when that happens.” Says Smiley lowly. “He might up killing someone.” Y/n’s voice trembles slightly. Mitsuya was shocked. He had never seen Souya in a state like they’re describing. Was it really that serious? That intense? “There’s gonna be some pretty ruthless fighters there too.” Mitsuya sighs. “Especially those Haitani brothers. They’re no joke.”

Y/n froze. Haitani brothers? Did he mean…those brothers?

“Haitani brothers?” Y/n looks to him, Mitsuya noticed her near panicked expression. He nods. “Ran and Rindou Haitani. You know them?” No. No way. It couldn’t be them…it couldn’t be him fighting. Now Y/n had more than one reason to be worried. Her brother could kill someone, not only that, but he would be seriously injured by Rindou or he would end up seriously injuring Rindou.

She didn’t want either of those outcomes. She didn’t want her brother hurt.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Smiley asks, noticing her shaking shoulders.

And she didn’t want her boyfriend to be hurt either.

Y/n had never been so sad, relived, and angry all at once like this before. Sad her brother Angry had suffered such serious injuries, relived that he came back alive, and angry that her boyfriend was the cause of it all. She knew Rindou was a delinquent, but he never said he was in a gang. Not only that, he was responsible for hurting her friends as well as her brother.

Eventually Y/n had to come clean about her relationship with Rindou. Mitsuya agreed to stay quiet about it for now, but advised she be honest with the rest of Toman at some point. As for Smiley and Angry. They were less than pleased. They didn’t blame her for not knowing Rindou was in a gang. But they weren’t happy about her dating him.

They didn’t control her, they knew at some point Y/n would get into a relationship if she chose to do so. But the fact she was dating Rindou of all people, made them unreasonably upset. Again. They can’t tell her what to do, but they made it clear they didn’t approve of her and his relationship.

And honestly. Y/n was on the fence herself. After that fight, she and Rindou hadn’t talked. Rindou had actually reached out to her a few days after, but she ignored him. The more he tried to call or text, the more she would ignore it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see him right now, let alone talk to him.

Eventually, it got to the point where she couldn’t ignore him anymore and agreed to meet up with him.

Rindou waited for Y/n at a near by park late that night. She snuck out of the house to see him, and when she arrived, she didn’t make the first move to speak. She just stared at him, taking note of his still recovering wounds on his face. Souya was responsible for that for sure. That fact alone slightly calmed and satisfied her anger.

Rindou finally spoke. “Hey…” Y/n nods her head. “I guess you found out. And that’s why you’ve been ignoring me.” Again, she nods. Rindou sighs. “I was going to tell you. But, I knew that you were in Toman at that point. You have to understand why it would be difficult for me to be honest.” It was true. Typically, two people from different gangs trying for a relationship, wouldn’t end well for anyone.

Y/n did understand that much. But she was still angry. Eventually she spoke. “A lot of that could have been avoided if you were just honest.” She muttered. “Could have saved us both a lot of heartache.”

“Would you have broken up with me if I told you?” Rindou asks. Y/n couldn’t ignore the slight tremble in his tone as he asked that. His expression might have seemed calm, but his body language said otherwise. He was tense, nervous, perhaps even scared.

“I…I don’t know.” Y/n sighed. She really did like him. He might have been a smug, sarcastic jerk sometimes. But he made her happy. And she made him happy, whether she knew it or not. Rindou likes her just as much, if not more. Which is why it was all the more painful to say these next words.

“I understand if you want to break up. It’s my own fault.” Rindou started. “I should have been honest from the beginning. That fight couldn’t have been avoided, but at least you could see me as just some other punk who was trying to hurt someone you loved.” He said, referring to her brother. And maybe there was some truth to that. If Y/n knew he was in a gang, maybe she would have put a stop to her feelings for him right then and there. She would have hated him for hurting her brother. She might have even tried to beat him down herself when she got the chance.

But Y/n be a liar if she said that was true.

Even if she did know from the start. She would have stilled loved him. It would have hurt, but she couldn’t ignore her feelings.

When you didn’t answer him right away, he sighed and tried to pay no mind to the deep ache in his chest. “I’ll leave you alone. I’m sorry for lying to you Y/n.” Rindou says before turning to leave. Finally, Y/n made a move. She reached for his hand to stop him from going anywhere. Rindou freezes and looks back at her. “Y/n?”

“Don’t go making those kinds of decisions on your own. I’m not done with you yet.” She mutters, looking down at the ground, hiding her face and the tears that pooled in her eyes. “I don’t want you to leave.” She finally admits. Rindou felt her hand squeeze his as she spoke with a shaking voice. “I hate you for lying to me. And I hate you even more for hurting my brother. But…”

Finally the tears came streaming down her face. She couldn’t hide the sobs that left her while she spoke.

“I love you too much to let you go.”

Rindou wasted no time, he pulled her in and hugged her close to his chest, petting her hair soothingly as she cried. The two stayed in each others embrace for another moment before speaking again.

“I won’t go anywhere.” Said Rindou. “Not as long you want me to stay.”

Y/n sniffed. “Good. Also…”

Rindou looked down at her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. He then groaned as he felt her fist collied with his gut. It wasn’t enough for him to double over in pain, but enough to get her point across.

“That’s for my brother you jerk!”

Rindou laughed weakly. “Yeah. I deserved that. Speaking of…” He held her a little tighter. “What do your brothers think about this?”

“They hate it.”

“Figures.” Rindou sighs. “I don’t blame them. I’d hate me if I were in their place. What are we gonna do now?” He asks. Y/n shrugs. “Only they and Mitsuya know. And they aren’t telling anyone, they want me to. But…” Y/n leans up and kisses Rindou on the cheek. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

Rindou chuckles. “Good luck with that.”

“You’re telling them too.”

“Huh!?”

“I’m not doing this by myself! It’s the least you can do for lying to me!” Y/n says firmly. Rindou sighs. “Alright. I’ll do it.” Y/n smiles warmly and nuzzles into his chest. “Good. I’ll hold you to it.” Rindou couldn’t help but smile too, he gave her a quick kiss on the head. “You better get home. I’m sure your brothers won’t be to happy about you sneaking out.”

“How are you so sure I snuck out?” Y/n asks. “Because since when do you do anything you’re not suppose to without being sneaky about it?” Rindou counters. “Fair.” Y/n shrugs. “Just a few more minutes though.” She says, hugging him tight. Rindou rolled his eyes with a grin.

“Whatever you say.”

#rindou haitani #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata

214 notes · View notes

inkykeiji · 8 months

Text

all wrongs do me right

characters: kawata souya x fem!reader x kawata nahoya

genre: smut with the tiniest sprinkle of angst

notes: i haven’t been able to get the kawata twins out of my head since the first episode of season three so here’s an icky lil piece about souya jerking off to nahoya fucking his girlfriend! as always please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: taste of you by rezz ft. dove cameron

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, souya is a nasty little virgin, traces of twincest if you can read between the lines, stuffy humping, masturbation, voyeurism aka jerking it to a poor unwitting couple (or are they? muahaha), implied rough sex, slight daddy kink with nahoya

words: 2.5k

Souya feels fucking sick.

It’s something bitter and thick, something that coats the lining of his stomach and sours the back of his tongue, something that furls into a thick, hard lump and lodges itself in his throat.

It’s something he can’t fucking help.

Souya has barely spoken more than a handful of words to you—you, always so sweet, so nice, so kind to him; you, always desperately striving to include him in activities and conversations despite his unintentionally sharp edges and inherently callous tone; you, always gracious, never shameless, even in the face of his accidental offense—but he’s stained his stuffies and his sheets to you more times than he can count.

Tonight will be no different.

He should feel fucking disgusted in himself, he’s sure—he does feel fucking disgusted in himself, he thinks. But it’s not enough to stop him.

Nothing ever will be.

Even though his bedroom is all the way across the expanse of the flat, he can still hear you, every single time.

He swears if he listens hard enough, he can even hear that precious little gasp, caught somewhere between surprised pleasure and sharp pain, as his twin brother pushes his cock into you for the first time that night.

If he shuts his eyes tight enough, he can even imagine your back arching off the mattress as Nahoya fills you, each vertebra bending with each inch shoved into you, spine forming a perfect curve, hips inadvertently pushing downward, eager to meet Nahoya’s.

You must look so gorgeous—at least half as gorgeous as you sound, if not even more so. Souya wishes he could see you, just once—he thinks that would be enough to satiate the gnawing and clawing at the bottom of his ribs, maybe.

Maybe if he had a photo or two, or a short video, he wouldn’t be forced to resort to such deplorable methods every night; maybe he could even jerk off discreetly, stain his bedspread to the thought of you quietly and without any of your help, instead of encroaching on your privacy like this.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Because as much as he wishes it wasn’t, and as much as he tries to trick himself into believing it isn’t, this is a compulsion, an addiction, a creature raging out of his control, growing stronger and stronger with desire, with desperate need, every day.

Maybe he’s stupid to think it could ever be satisfied with anything less than your cunt. Maybe he’s stupid to think that it could even be satisfied at all, that this voracious, all-consuming craving isn’t eternally greedy, perpetually needy, that it’s hunger isn’t boundless and it’s yearning won’t grow once it gets a single taste of you.

A loud whine draws him out of his rumination, his cock twitching against his old stuffed shark in response, and he bucks his hips against it twice, smearing a webby streak of precum across the fuzzy material, its fur gone all clumped and crusty from too many nights like these.

That whine in particular never fails to inspire a full flock of butterflies to flutter in his tummy, a half-stifled whimper of your name heavy on his tongue.

This is how it always starts; some aimless humping, lazy and languid with no real tempo, briefs already kicked to the foot of his bed in a crumpled little heap, hips squirming and writhing in erratic little motions as he rubs up against his stuffy—just teasing, really, exactly like what Nahoya’s currently doing to you.

It never stays like that for long, though.

Because Souya just can’t fucking wait—too eager, too desperate, too hungry to ever take his time with it at all, to indulge, to savour, to draw it out—and it always materializes into Souya curling a fist around his cock much too early, his other arm wrapped firmly around his stuffed shark as his hips roll and his hand works, the head of his cock grinding against the plushie, a leg thrown haphazardly over it.

It’s really fucking perverse.

But your moans are already climbing in pitch and frequency, too, meaning Nahoya has already traversed past his tantalizing and is moving on to something a little more satisfying.

As expected.

By this point, Souya’s such a seasoned pro that he knows the general pattern and rhythm of your whimpers and moans and mewls, the general pace and timing of his brother’s fucking, that he can stroke his cock in the same manner.

If he focuses hard enough, closes his eyes and hones his concentration, he can almost imagine it’s him fucking you instead. It wouldn’t be all that different, would it? His cock’s half an inch shorter than Nahoya’s, but it’s a little girthier, which Souya thinks probably makes up for it.

He’s sure it wouldn’t feel all that unusual to you; not when he has Nahoya’s style and pattern of fucking so memorized that he’s sure he could imitate it pretty well, given the chance. How much different could it be, really? They are twins, after all—he bets with a blindfold on, you might not even be able to tell the difference at all.

Maybe. Maybe not. He sure would like to find out, though.

A stab of guilt sears through his stomach, chased by sick thorns of pleasure sprouting in his gut, the fisting of his cock accelerating. He’s not sure Nahoya would take too kindly to Souya thinking of you in such a manner. He’s not sure he cares.

Because it all feels so good, head gone cloudy with a thick haze of hedonism, smothering any flickers of remorse, consuming them and adding to the sheer exhilaration of it all.

Pathetic little noises keep leaking through the gaps of his teeth and the seam of his lips no matter how stubbornly he tries to silence them, pulled from his throat with each swift tug of his hand.

He can’t hear much of what Nahoya’s saying to you, his voice too muted to be anything other than an indistinct rumble undertowing your precious little sounds, but whatever it is, you’re eating it up.

“Please, please, pl-please,” you’re begging in response to whatever his niichan just said, needy and strained, and his cock throbs violently in his palm.

“Please, please, please,” Souya’s rasping out in tandem, stroking his cock in hard, fast, thorough yanks, in perfect time with the fractured words his brother is fucking out of you.

It’s really cute, how increasingly sloppy you get the more Nahoya fucks you, twining your words together with threads of saliva, all slurred and messy. Nahoya gets that way when he’s close, too. Souya thinks it’s kind of nice, the way the two of you match like that.

It’s all so insanely hot, and every once in a while Souya gets extra lucky, fortunate enough to capture a smattering of words from his big brother—never anything more than a handful, just tatters of a single sentence—but his stomach swoops every time he hears that assertive amusement dyed with patronization, Nahoya’s voice husky and edges of his letters gone wispy with breathlessness, Souya’s cock pulsing hotly as another rush of blood surges southward.

“—Wanna be—little fucktoy?”

“I wanna,” you’re gasping out. “I wan’it s’bad!”

Christ, how can someone be so fucking sweet and so fucking sexy at the same time? It’s an intoxicating combination, one that goes straight to his cock, one that twists a feverish warmth in his gut and pulls his muscles stiff and taut.

“Yeah, yeah, take it,” Souya mumbles into his stuffed shark, the rocking of his hips speeding up as he hastily fucks his fist, words tapering off into a gravelly whine, almost as if he’s pleading. “Ta-Take m’cock.”

Nahoya murmurs something else, voice too low for Souya to make out anything other than the notes of sadistic glee steeped in his tone, but you cry out an affirmative in reply, the yelp jostled by Nahoya’s snapping hips.

“S’good, Daddy, s’good, your cock is so good,” you nearly sob, chanted out like it’s a fucking prayer, garbled and soaked with spit, fading into an airy little mewl.

“Fuck, f-fuck,” Souya’s hips stutter, that heat in his belly blazing, curse snarled out through his nostrils in a harsh, stammered breath. “Ha-ah, fuck.”

The expletive breaks on his tongue, jagged and high, and Goddamn it, Goddamn it—

He has to keep it down, for God’s sake—he knows this, knows that, logically, if he can hear you two, then you two can probably hear him, too.

The thought sends a vile thrill shooting through his gut, palm squeezing the head of his cock, the ball of his thumb rubbing across it in slow, lopsided circles, doing little to stifle his rapidly building orgasm, fervour coiling in his belly. An exceptionally loud grunt—much too loud to be discreet, that’s for sure—pries its way past his lips, rough and ragged and full of razors.

And God, he’s so gross, he’s so fucking gross, and can you hear him? Huh? Can you hear him? He hopes you can hear him.

Can you hear him, fucking himself to just the sound of you? Can you hear him, humping away at his old stuffed animals like the dirty little virgin he is, pretending it’s your body, your hip, your thigh? Can you hear him, fragments of your name slicing his tongue, tangling in his drool, never the full thing, shards bitten back and swallowed down to fester in his heart, to feed the animal living inside his ribcage?

Can Nahoya?

What does Nahoya think? How does Nahoya feel about his baby brother jerking his cock every time his niichan fucks his girlfriend, without fail, like fucking clockwork? Would he be disgusted, or did he get that same sordid gene Souya did—that knack for the naughty, for the nasty, for the downright nauseating?

They are twins, after all.

Another spear of guilt pierces his chest, radiating sparks of euphoria through his limbs, wicked little flares that leave his blood fizzing and tummy smoldering, adding to the dull, dense heat collecting in the pit.

He should feel worse about all of it, he thinks. He should feel worse about the utter disrespect he’s showing to the both of you, but he doesn’t. It’s hard to feel anything at all other than the push and pull, the tug-of war between rhapsody and repulsiveness, one only working to fuel and heighten the other.

Thick cords of drool are dribbling from the corners of his mouth now, panted out with his hot breath and his whimpered words, rolling along his jaw and dripping, slow and sticky, to puddle in the ridges of his pillowcase. Are you this filthy, too, when Nahoya fucks you?

You’re getting close now, he can tell, moans catching on Nahoya’s rough, fast thrusts and shattering into choked little gasps.

You’re trying to get his name out, and God, it’s so fucking cute, adorable little Naho-Nahoy-Naho!’s spilling from your throat in a single continuous stream, juddered by his big brother’s plunging hips.

Would you sound just as pretty trying to get Souya’s name out?

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nahoya’s panting out, voice still tinged with that trademark teasing tone, almost as if he’s egging you on, a question of if that’s all you got infused into his words.

A threat is uttered, something about hurrying and making a mess on Daddy’s cock, and Souya coughs around the spit pooling beneath his tongue, wheezing out strands of saliva smudged and gauzy across his stuffy.

Because Christ, you’re so obedient, so keen to please, a chain of jagged affirmations pouring past your lips punctuated with the sweetest sounds of effort, your dedication to his big brother so fucking sexy, your dedication to his big brother rivaling his own.

A growl rumbles behind his ribs, and Souya shoves his face in his stuffy, teeth sinking into the cotton flesh in an attempt to muffle the sound.

His jaw already hurts from being clenched so tightly, a stiff ache that has settled deep within the straining hinges, something he’ll spend half an hour massaging out tomorrow morning.

But right now it doesn’t matter, not when that ball of heat is roiling in his gut, curling tighter and tighter and tighter with each quick pump of his fist, teetering on the edge of an explosion.

It’s as though he can’t jerk himself fast enough, hips twitching in quick little motions, sloppy and irregular and so, so fucking eager, into his own grasp, fucking his slippery palm.

His breath stutters as he tries to quiet himself, desperate to hear you cum, harsh erratic exhales huffed out against the synthetic fur of his shark humid against his upper lip, leaving behind tiny beads of condensation.

A whine splinters in his chest, eyes shut tightly as tears crystalize at the corners, his lungs swelling painfully with stagnated breath while his teeth burrow further into the plush of his stuffed animal, a pitiful attempt to starve off his impending orgasm.

He doesn’t want to cum before you, not again.

Drops of sweat are streaming from his brow and catching in his lashes, his curls saturated with salt and clinging in cute little swirls to his temples and the nape of his neck.

You’re so close, moans climbing higher and higher, louder and louder, faster and faster, and only a few more moments now, he only needs to hold out for a few more moments and then—

And then you’re crying out Nahoya’s name, breathless and beautiful, and Souya’s spilling his seed all over his knuckles and his sheets and the soft fur of his stuffy, hot and sticky and so, so much, groaning in time with his brother as he fills your cunt with his cum, Nahoya’s slurred out good, good, y’did s’good for me, baby forcing another weak spurt of cream to cascade over Souya’s fingers, cock jolting painfully.

He doesn’t stop jerking his cock until it’s too much, until each drag of his fist sends heavy tremors of overstimulation rippling through his flesh, until his thrusts are nothing more than pathetic little ruts, every brush of his cockhead against his stuffed animal causing him to suck a hiss through his teeth.

It starts to creep over him then, that dense film of shame grimy on his skin, that leaden block of guilt acrid in the pit of his stomach, nausea swelling in his chest and up his throat to sit, biting and bitter, on the back of his tongue.

It’ll fuse to him as he sleeps, seeping into his tissues, through his blood and his bones to root, to rot, at the very core of his soul, infesting and infecting, every bit of his being.

And when he sees you tomorrow morning, bright and beautiful despite being stained with his brother’s hands, bruises and bite marks peaking out from beneath Nahoya’s baggy t-shirt, it will reignite, that creature re-awoken, starved for any small piece of you it can devour—a soft smile, a sweet giggle, the brush of fingertips as they pass syrup or the knocking of knees beneath the table.

And Souya’s not sure he’ll ever be able to tame it.

#kawata souya x reader #kawata souya smut #kawata souya x you #kawata twins smut #souya x reader x nahoya #kawata nahoya x reader #kawata nahoya smut #kawata nahoya x you #kawata twins x reader #kawata brothers x reader #eeeeeeeeeeee genuinely we are so far past brain rot they're eating through my skull

230 notes · View notes

stxrmylxve · 11 months

Text

for @atkatsuki

prompt: Hi was going to ask could you make something for souya. Like if you to were to die in his arm.

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of a manhunt (vague), implying murder, mentions of hell, overall sad content

One thing that Souya values the most is you. He is seen as scary, with a constant angry face and all, but he isn’t at all scary, which was something you had picked up on since day one.

Since then, he has come to the realization that he loves you, and would do anything for you. He kept you out of his gang life, for your own safety of course, but word still got out about him dating you. It put your life in jeopardy. More than once, someone has come by to scout out your house, hoping to find you to prove a point to Souya’s gang.

As as you laid there in his arms, gasping for every ounce of air that your lungs could take, something lit inside of him. Something bad, something that he would never allow you to see. Something that, if those scared of him saw, they would run away in horror as they feared their lives.

He had already lost everything before, and you were the light at the end of the tunnel for him. You brought him joy in ways he never thought he needed. So he cried. He cried over your still body until no more tears could come out, until the police arrived and took him away, he cried.

But it wasn’t the end. No, not at all. Hell was waiting for those that took you away from him, and it wasn’t the place they were going first. Souya Kawata was going to give them worse than hell the next time he saw even one of their men.

This, my friends, was the start of a war.

#kawata souya #tokyo revengers souya #souya kawata #souya x reader #souya x you #tokrev souya #souya fluff #angst #x reader #tokyo rev x you #gn reader #gn!reader #x gn reader #tokyo revengers x gn!reader #i just wanted angst #tokyo revengers

32 notes · View notes

hxpel3s5-slxxt · 1 month

Text

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕾𝖙𝖚𝖋𝖋 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖉

Characters: Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Takashi Mitsuya, Hakkai Shiba, Kazutora Hanemiya, Nahoya Kawata, Souya Kawata, Hajime Kokonoi, Seishu Inui, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Kurokawa Izana, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Shuji Hanma

Warnings: slight angst, abuse, destroying of personal property, arson, lying, toxic relationships, yandere themes, drugs, hurt no comfort

Manjiro would be pissed.

He tries to hold you down or restrain you, but you're already heated, and having him on you all in your personal space while you're mad just makes you angrier.

After you're done breaking things, no one cleans up the mess. You sleep in the guest room for the night, not wanting to be near him.

You've never seen Ken this mad.

He knows that if he tries to calm you down, it'll make everything worse. He leaves the house to cool down before he does something he might regret. It makes his blood boil to see you tear up shit you both helped pay for. Most of the stuff you tore up was irreparable. You made sure of that.

Nonetheless, Draken sleeps at Mikey's place. He knows he'll have to wait a few days for you to cool down and clean up. When he does come back, you both talk it out or break up. It depends on the relationship as it is. I highly doubt you'd be staying together, though.

If you want to play dirty, Baji can play dirtier.

He gets all your hair supplies, makeup, and other products, takes them, and throws them out the window. Grabbing your favorite pieces of clothing, and throwing them out as well. After you notice your things are gone, he waits until you start looking and asking about them to burn them. Only leaving clothes you either didn't want or couldn't fit.

You can try to fight him, but he'd only push you back. No matter how mad he gets, he will never put his hands on you. After calming down, you'd both go to a rage room. While there, you both name things that piss you off about the other person before breaking something.

It's a huge stress reliever and lets you both know what you need to work on. You clean up the mess on your own since Baji said he had no part in it. You restrain yourself from starting another fight and clean up. There was never an apology.

Chifuyu tries his best to keep you from breaking things; constantly snatching things out of your hand.

Once you even attempt to touch Peke J, he loses it. He starts yelling at you with no remorse. The things he says bring you to tears. You try to yell back, but the tears and your tightening throat make that seem impossible. He goes into a separate room with Peke J, slamming the door behind him. Leaving you in these messy rooms all alone.

You curl up and cry until Chifuyu comes out of his room and sits down next to you, placing Peke J in your lap. He rubs your back as you both apologize. You share a sweet kiss before getting up and cleaning. After you both finish cleaning, you sit down and explain why you both got mad.

Mitsuya keeps his calm. His main priority is getting his sisters to safety, away from flying objects.

Once his sisters are safe, he tries to stop you or at least have a civilized conversation. If you don't listen, he sits by and waits for you to calm down. For the most part, as long as you destroy your shit, he's good, but once you go for his studio, his first thought is to stop you.

He grabs your wrist and brings you to your shared room. He chews you out to the point where you're on the brink of tears. After he's done, he takes his sisters and leaves the house, not caring anymore.

I don't think Hakkai would freeze up unless this is a new relationship and you've just started dating.

He doesn't want to manhandle you, however, he doesn't want to stand by as the love of his life wrecks everything they've both worked hard to get. It wouldn't take long for him to snap out of his daze, as that trait faded over time, and tries to talk you out of breaking anything else.

This doesn't work and only makes you start yelling at him. Now, I feel as though he would have PTSD and have a panic attack depending on what you say or do. He'd likely run to his room and call Mitsuya and or Yuzuha so that they could help.

He's probably going to break up with you depending on how rocky the relationship already is.

Kazutora lashes out and hits you. Not enough to hurt you, just enough to make you realize what you're doing.

This depends on the relationship.

If you have a good relationship, he gives you a little pop on your upper arm. You might mistake this gesture as an invitation to fight. You know Kazutora could easily beat your ass, but you're not gonna let any man put his hands on you without somewhat getting your lick back.

While you're swinging at him, scratching his face, and yelling, he manages to pin you down and explain that he meant no harm and would never hit you. His face is bloody, bruised, and swollen. You calm down and he lets you get up.

You tend to his wounds as an apology, and you both clean up, planting kisses on his face.

If your relationship pretty much sucks, he'd beat you.

If he's treating you with respect, he expects the same.

Girl… you got the right man on the wrong fucking day. As soon as Nahoya sees you throw something, he's going straight for your things. Grabbing your colored clothes, bleaching them, burning your white clothes, and making sure everything is beyond repair. Then he's going to grab his stuff and make sure you can't get to it. He's going to make sure the property damage is through the roof. Windows are broken, walls got holes punched through them, girl you're a goner.

Afterward, y'all are huffing and puffing, glaring at each other. Now, I feel as though Smiley likes it when you're mad at him, yelling and telling him to shut up, giving him all your attention. So seeing you like that? He's gonna fuck your brains out, telling each other how "sorry" you are throughout the process. He cleans the house while you lay in bed unable to walk.

This happens so often, you have repairmen on speed dial. You two only pay for the stuff you broke. There's always the most expensive thing you both swear up and down neither of you broke.

Nahoya broke it.

Now as much as I believe Souya is a sweetheart, ya'll be making him too soft. You can sit there and break your shit. That's completely fine with him, but once you so much as graze his stuff? He's calling his brother. He'd never put his hands on a woman, but depending on how far you go, he'll call Nahoya to if need be. Just don't touch his stuff. Period. Once you're done with your tantrum, he'll lock himself in your shared room until you pick up your mess. If you refuse to, you're going to be sleeping somewhere else until you do. Once you do, he'll let you in, and you two'll sit down and braid each other's hair into cornrows, talking it out. So now you two sit here in bonnets, sipping tea and watching Netflix. If you make him cry though? he's breaking up with you, period.

Boo, do you think this is hurting him? You're practically Kokonoi's sugar baby; he'll get it replaced at some point. Although, he won't be buying you anything for a while. Sooner or later you'd apologize and act like nothing happened. As long as this isn't a reoccurring thing, he won't break up with you.

Inui? Yeah, no. Just because you're his girl doesn't mean you get special treatment. He was about to kill his boss' sister. He will most definitely put his hands on you if you throw something of his, break something valuable, or the fight is just going on too long, period. Depending on the relationship, he won't care and will break up with you when you're done, or will try to talk it out. At the end of the day, you're cleaning the mess! It doesn't matter if the fight was his fault.

If he does end up hitting you, he does feel bad. He cares about you and your well-being, so he will tend to your wounds. He talks it out with you, apologizes by telling you not to do it again, and pats your head.

Ran whacks you with his fucking baton.💀 You're his everything, but that doesn't mean you can tear up shit. He explains this, walking away afterward. He's the one paying the bills, if you're going to disrespect him, he's going to put you in your place. You're not going anywhere.

Please, Rindou's so fucking over your shit. 💀 He just leaves the room and then calls his brother to let him handle it. If his brother doesn't answer, he goes over to wherever you are and slaps you. You wouldn't take that from anybody, but the fear of Bonten's capabilities makes you freeze. He leaves you to clean up the mess and later apologizes to you while holding an ice pack to your face. Spoiling you later on.

This happens once or twice as your relationship gets healthier.

Izana will knock some sense into your black ass. I swear the dick makes you do crazy things. The godly sex makes you forget that this man will beat you if he has to. He's making you clean everything up, by the way.

Secretly picks stuff up on the way to his room.

It depends on whatever Sanzu's on. If he's sober, he'll get pretty mad and threaten you by saying he'll shoot you if you don't stop. However, if he's on some kind of relaxant or he's high, he'll just sit on the couch, manspreading with his hands resting on the back of the couch. If he's on some unspeakable shit, he's beating you and making sure you're sore. Afterward, hell fuck your brains out. He does not care. You'll take a half-assed apology though, right?

Hanma finds it hella entertaining. Nigga will sit there laughing, knowing that will piss you off more. He does shit he would never do on any other day. Nigga pulled out a coloring book at one point, sat his big ass down, and colored his life away. If you try breaking his shit or throwing stuff at him, he'll catch that shit with ease and then laugh at you. Let's say you're arguing about him not doing the dishes, he'll say something slick like, "Why're you throwing shit around in here instead of throwing those dirty dishes into the dishwasher?"

When he helps you pick things up, he'll laugh his ass off like it's some happy memory. "Remember when you tried to throw this at me, (y/n)? So pitiful~!<3"

164 notes · View notes