#tokyorev scenarios

[anisespice]

“ headshot ” || tokyo rev. 

synopsis: how the bonten execs. would react to a gun being pointed at you/your head. 

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature language, gun violence, reader cries in some, mentions of bodily harm (only on the antags), and i think that’s it

notes: thought of this while on a car ride, staring at trees…not sure what that says about me, but here she is lol i’m a little iffy on mikey’s since i think his was the shortest, but i liked keeping some of these open-ended. hope you enjoy!

manjiro ッ 

Wouldn’t react much on the outside, but on the inside that man could probably melt a building with his rage alone. It occurred during a small gathering amongst investors, corrupt and all. You had been by his side throughout the whole night until you left to go to the bathroom…that was several minutes ago. He’s already a paranoid man, so the moment the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he gave Sanzu a pointed look—Find her.  

However, that wouldn’t be necessary. 

Before the cotton candy-haired gangster even had time to get excited about the potential hunt, some bootlicker came barreling through the crowd with you in a headlock, and a gun pressed into your temple. Both of you looked disheveled, no doubt your doing from putting up a good fight, he proudly noted. The fucker probably ambushed you in the bathroom, taking his opportunity when you left Mikey’s side—Pussy-ass bitch. He didn’t know if the guy was bold or just plain stupid standing smack-dab in the lion’s den, threatening the only life Mikey found precious. 

“Nobody moves! Or I’ll blow her goddamn brains out!”  

Didn’t matter, though. He’d surely pay with his. 

sanzu ッ

Over a game of poker, some guy whose luck just wasn’t on his side decided he deserved retribution—And you were unfortunately the one to pay it forward. You were perched on Sanzu’s lap, sitting prettily as you laughed at the silly men crying after taking a heavy loss from your man. For him, it was like nails on a chalkboard hearing you mock the table alongside that crackhead, his inferiority complex spewing venomous thoughts in his head that you needed to be taken down a couple notches. 

A death wish. That dumbass had a death wish. 

He abruptly stood, knocked the table over and aimed his sorry excuse of a gun right at you, rendering everyone else speechless. Sanzu barely reacted but felt you startle, cooing softly in your ear as he lovingly tapped you on the thigh in reassurance. You relaxed instantly, eyeing down the barrel of the gun with mirth as the guy began to shake. Blame it on the alcohol, blame it on the heat of the moment, or even the bottomless debt he just put himself in, but one thing was for certain—He fucked up big time, no rush. 

You couldn’t see it, but Sanzu had murderous intent hidden behind his calm exterior. And everyone at that table knew it as they scattered from the scene. Probably wasn't the smartest choice to bet his luck against yours, though. For someone who was already absolute dogshit at poker, Sanzu figured he’d be doing this guy a favor anyways. 

“How ballsy of you. Guess I’d better cut ‘em off.”

ran ッ

Not gonna lie, whoever decided to test his gangsta like that would surely need to evaporate IMMEDIATELY after because there’s absolutely no SHOT of them, they mama, they second cousin, or even that one neighbor who used to live by them, surviving this man’s wrath.

Especially if they tried it in his own home.

The poor guy didn’t even get to make his demands, Ran was on him so quick he damn near broke the laws of physics. You’d never seen a grown man beg for mercy to the point of literally pissing himself before, but it definitely lightened your mood. You even pointed and laughed, despite the tears still falling down your face from the unpleasant experience. Ran merely grinned adoringly at you as he twisted the assailant’s arm in three different ways.

“There’s my favorite smile ♡. I’ll make sure this fucker suffers for almost taking it away from me, angel.”

rindou ッ

It’s always the younger siblings that are the more unhinged. He already don’t play that bullshit when it comes to you, your safety becoming one of his main priorities the moment you agreed to be with him. Anyone who dared to compromise that would fuck around and find out.

And eventually, someone did.

To be fair, the guy who pulled the gun on you didn’t know any better. As far as he was concerned, he was doing his job in making sure unauthorized civilians in the building were to be eradicated immediately. Especially those who claim to know anyone from Bonten without some sort of proof.

Because your relationship was hush-hush to most, if not all staff, it was no wonder homie didn’t believe you. But, it didn’t matter. As soon as Rindou found out the commotion going on in the lobby had to do with you, and some dumbass subordinate holding a gun to your head???

That walking mullet made that guy’s trigger finger into a necklace and forced him to wear it as a reminder.

kakucho ッ

A wild card, truly. He can’t afford to be anything but mr. calm and collected, especially in hostile situations. On one hand, he knows that getting worked up will do neither of you any good. And on the other hand…

When he got the video of you being held for ransom by some backstreet lowlife, gun pressed to your temple as you’re forced to read out their petty demands, Kakucho wanted to set the whole city on fire. His entire being vibrated, teeth clenched so hard you’d need a crowbar to unhinge it. Even Mikey eyed him sideways for a moment before reassuring him that you would be found, and that those amateurs would be handled. Kakucho growled lowly, dual-colored eyes piercing through the souls of every subordinate in the room.

“If she doesn’t make it out of this alive, none of you will.”

© 2022-2023 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

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[the-travelling-witch]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Day 2: Baking ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

“Stop eating the batter, seriously!” You scolded your boyfriend yet again, noting how his index finger sneaked into the mixing bowl once more.

“Can’t help it when you make it so delicious,” Mikey pouted, sounding as apologetic as he could while popping his finger in his mouth to lick it clean. You shot him a deadpan look as you moved the bowl to your other side and out of his reach.

“I finally understand why my mom wasn’t so keen on my help back then,” you sighed while continuing to form small cookie dough balls to place on the baking tray. “Don’t complain when you end up with stomach aches later on though.”

“As if some flour and eggs could beat me,” Mikey scoffed. 

Moving from his place leaning on the counter next to you, he came up behind you and wrapped his hands around your waist, effectively flopping all his weight onto you. Propping his head on your shoulder, your boyfriend lazily watched as you worked the spoons between your fingers as his own fiddled with the fabric of your shirt. You worked in silence for a while, the only noise to be heard was Mikey’s occasional sigh as he nuzzled his nose deeper into the crook of your neck, pressing an array of butterfly kisses onto your shoulder where he nudged the neckline of your top out of the way.

After scraping the last bit of batter from the bowl, the spoons clinked against its bottom as you exhaled and leaned back into Mikey’s strong chest. One hand reached over your shoulder to card through his blond strands as your eyes fluttered closed. The only thing left to do now was putting the tray into the oven–

With the precision and speed of a cat doing something they absolutely knew they shouldn’t, Mikey’s hand shot to the tray, snatched one soon-to-be cookie off of it and stuffed it in his mouth before you could so much as blink. Turning around to your currently hamster-cheeked boyfriend, you stared at each other for a few seconds before your jaw dropped open.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

[Yes, Mikey did end up with stomach aches. And yes, he was a big baby about it.]

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙  holly's 2022 advent calendar  ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

#⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ holly’s 2022 advent calendar ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ #holly's potions #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey tokyorev #mikey x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev x you #tokyorev fluff #tokyorev headcanons #tokyorev imagines #tokyorev scenarios

[goteique]

→ [ HEADCANONS ]

■ — n.sfw ■ — dc ■ — sfw ■ — sfw + suggestive

A TO Z PROFILE — manjiro sano ; shinichiro sano ; imaushi wakasa ; inui seishu ; kokonoi hajime ; kazutora hanemiya ; sanzu haruchiyo; rindou haitani; ran haitani ; kakucho hitto.

—

WAKING UP WITH HIM AT WEEKENDS - ONE ; TWO ;

WHEN THEIR HEART IS COATED WITH JEALOUSY AND MIND IS GREEN WITH ENVY - ONE ; TWO ; THREE ; FOUR.

—

THE FIRST DATE WITH YOUR CRUSH - ONE ; TWO

—

“SHH! DON'T MAKE A SOUND ! ” - ONE ; TWO .

DISOBEYING YOUR DOMINANT PARTNER – ONE ; TWO ;

WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY TALK DOWN TO THEIR ‘MUCH BETTER HALF’ - ONE ; TWO ; RAN ( cont. )

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AFTER DARK

A LITTLE BIT OLDER, A BLACK LEATHER JACKET; for kinktober.

GETTING DRUNK WITH YOUR LOVER

GETTING READY SESSIONS.

"YOU LIKE THAT HUH?"

LONG DRIVES WITH YOUR BELOVED.

HOW WOULD THEY EXPRESS THEIR AFFECTION IN PUBLIC ?

"BABY PLEASE DON'T BE MAD"

HOW WOULD THEY REACT WHEN YOU WEAR THEIR GANG JACKET?

"IS THIS YOUR FIRST TIME ?"

single character headcanons

detective partner draken

bonten!izana kurokara

bonten!inui seishu

yan!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno

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[one-more-fangirl]

baji keisuke — comfort stranger

baji isn’t one to usually stop by to check up on anyone that isn’t his friend or an animal. truth be told, when he heard the faint sniffles he thought it was an injured puppy.

but it wasn’t.

so there he stands now, awkwardly shifting in his place in front of this crying person that has definitely spotted his grayed worn out boots by now. meaning he can’t just make a run for it now. well he could, but then his conscience would nag at him and that’s a real pain. because it’s one thing to walk away from a blazing car with not an ounce of guilt, laughter cascading from his throat carelessly—to the point where he sounds almost like a maniac—, but this is a person. shaking and breathing erratically.

the blazing car is much preferred.

“oi,” he calls, not very in tune with his comforting side, “you uh- you good?”

his words come out so rough his own lips twitch with scrunched eyes and nose in a wince, hand practically begging to punch himself. what was that? “you good”? of course they’re not! they’re weeping, for fuck’s sake! stupidstupidstupidst-

“yeah, yeah, i’m sorry,” a couple hiccups interrupt the sentence, that already comes out in a raspy and croaky tone, from the bottom of their throat, “i didn’t think anyone would hear me here. uhm, you can leave, i’m good.”

they’re good. they said so themselves, so baji can leave now. he’s done his decent-human-being-duties. he’s leaving. they don’t want company; they are obviously embarrassed someone has found them crying. i mean look at those blushy cheeks, not to mention the eyes. chifuyu gets like that when i find his mangas. right, he isn’t any good at comforting anyone anyways. words get caught up in his throat, or the stammer comes out, and he can’t just hit this person in the back and laugh at whatever has them crying.

nothing he can do for them. a stranger. no relation to them whatsoever, even less of a debt or commitment.

so why the hell is he going back?

before he knows it, his feet have led him to the store, he’s gotten some dorayakis—those make mikey feel good, so they should work—and his dirty boots are in front of the bushes again. to his luck (or not, he doesn’t even know what he’s doing), they’re still there. their cries are quieter, almost a silent whine, but their chest still heaves up and down.

“hi,” he greets, albeit grudgingly. an amused smirk forms in his lips when they jump and look at him like a deer in the headlights, fangs on full display, “i don’t know why i’m back, don’t ask,” he groans, taking a seat criss crossed in front of them, “but i bought food. a friend of mine really likes these, they can get him from 0 to 100 with one bite. and food solves all problems.”

their eyes watch him, curiosity swirling inside. this stranger just saw them crying and brought them food. maybe there is hope for humanity.

bro, you chose the wrong person to think that about, but anyways.

a dorayaki later, silence is still engulfing them, but neither seem to mind, both in their own little world.

“so why were you crying?” he’s nosey, okay? emma hasn’t had tea to spill fora while, so he’s looking for his own.

“it’s pathetic,” they brush off, their voice now much clearer. baji enjoys it, it’s almost like a ray of sunshine sneaking from behind rainy clouds—a shy, dim one, but one, nonetheless.

“come on, i got you these fishies. you gotta tell me all your secrets now,” he teases, and there’s something about his scrunched nose and a raspy voice that elicits a small laugh from them.

“you promise not to laugh?” they arch a brow, “i will kill you if you do,” it’s baji’s turn to laugh heartily at the empty threat.

“delinquent’s honor,” he grins, displaying his canines again with a hand over his left chest.

“i finished my book and the ending made me cry,” they scoff a silent laugh at themselves, “it wasn’t even sad.”

“a book. why would you cry over a book?”

simple minded fool, never in tune with his emotions, of course he doesn’t understand. but that’s okay. they don’t mind, ‘cause they’ve found this dummy interesting, even if he doesn’t understand the power words hold, the pleasure a good book gives someone as they immerse into the story, a journey of emotions as you read on.

baji is glad they find him interesting enough to get him pop tarts another day, shying away from his smug stare while they wait for him to get to the bottom of his apartment building’s stairs. he finds them curious. a weird little creature he wants to study, search for answers to the questions he has about them. none of them have answers yet, but he doesn’t seem to mind. it’s entertaining to seek for them.

he's glad he didn’t make a run for it. turns out, the blazing car wasn’t preferred after all.

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[mochiswifey]

278 IZANA REDEMPTION

From being a total ass to creating a NPO Organization to help kids around the world. Fuck. I like him now.

Mucho is a tea master

And the other three is touring the world to help kids and I fucking love it.

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[wakaoujisenhime]

Amen - Father!Taiju x reader

Synopsis: On Christmas, you help a beaten-up teenager out and end up reuniting with him many years later when he’s grown up to be a full-fledged man and the Father of the church he frequented. Just as you’re happy with his development, you find out what’s really going on behind the holy place’s wooden doors…

tags/warnings: Taiju x reader ✅ smut (18+) ✅ dub-/noncon ✅ tw.sacrilege ✅

A/N: consider this the start of my madness as I slowly fall down the rabbit hole by the name Taiju Shiba…ANYWAY, this is my contribution to @cherryshigaraki’s SLUTTY OLD MEN collab! Thank you for giving me the opportunity of joining this delicious collab & I hope I did the topic justice! Also, make sure to check everyone else’s delicious pieces out! Have fun! ♥️

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Taiju Shiba, a notorious gang leader who was known for his charisma and brute strength throughout the streets of Tokyo. If someone had told you that he’d actually hang up his boots at his high position and become a Father of the very church he fought his last battle at, you wouldn’t have believed it…and yet that’s exactly what happened.

You still remember that one Christmas Eve on which you’d met him as if it was yesterday…

You were just on your way back from celebrating and decided to take a small detour along the calmer part of town. Everything was going well at first, you were looking around the neighborhood, admiring the many different decorations people had put up along their façades and windows, and just as you were about to pass by a wonderful looking church, a horrific sight awaited you.

Dozens of young men were lying on the ground, unconscious and bleeding, scattered along it like pebbles. With wide eyes you looked around, taking in every single gruesome detail and that’s when he’d caught your eye.

A man of massive frame, kneeling at the top of the church’s stairs, shirtless and beat up, head cast down, blood dripping from his face. 

You puffed out a silent oh my god before you slowly made your way towards him, to make sure that he was alright because by the looks of it he was the only conscious one. At that moment your worry for the man had far outweighed your rationality so that you didn’t even stop for a moment to consider the fact that he might be the one responsible for all of this. 

Hey…can you hear me?….Are you ok?

It had taken the man a few seconds to register that someone was calling out to him and before his self-defense mechanisms could kick in he felt something warm and soft being draped around his shoulders. When he looked up, you appeared to him like an angel in disguise.

Your worried face that was looking down at him so innocent and unsuspecting of what he’d done just a couple of minutes ago. He nodded once to give you at least some sort of answer before he continued staring off into the distance…

You’d helped him get on his feet, both back then and in general. That night you wanted to bring him to the hospital or the police so he could inform them about whatever had gone down, but a simple shake of his head was enough for you to understand that there might have been more to it than you initially suspected, so you’d decided to let it go and help him in other ways. You took him back home with you so that you could apply some first aid to his wounds and despite your many protests against it, he went straight back home afterward.

Years passed and your meeting with him appeared to be a one-time thing, but just recently you’d decided to go down that particular street again and when you arrived at the church, a rather surprising sight awaited you.

A group of many young men in coats were standing just before the few steps of the church looking up at what appeared to be the Father. One of them stepped forward screaming something about a group not being the same anymore. Since you were pretty far away you couldn’t catch what else they said, but as you looked closer at them they were looking up to a man. You gasped out in shock, recognizing none other than Taiju. 

You must’ve been looking pretty intensely at him because just mere moments after your realization, his yellow eyes shifted their attention to your form and he froze up. Without thinking too much about it you just raised your hand a little and waved at him, observing how he said something to the gang members that made them scatter like kids after a long school day, itching to get back home.

“Did I scare them off?” 

The man who was walking towards you just let out an amused huff and gave you a small head shake, before stopping in his tracks.

“It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed with a small nod as you looked up at him.

Having him this close in front of you made you realize just how much he’d grown. He had always been taller than you, but now his height made you almost look up at the sky to even catch a glimpse of his eyes. 

Taiju had cut his hair and had it slicked back with just the right amount of hair gel that made it look natural. His expression was still as stern and intense as ever, but he appeared slightly calmer than back when you’d first met him, though that might’ve been just your imagination. 

Though faint, you still noticed some wrinkles adorning his face, successfully underlining his already sharp facial features and making them even more attractive and pleasing to the eye than they already were before that.   

Despite the typical black church attire he was wearing, you could still clearly see the outlines of his muscled body underneath it, and when you noticed some places where the fabric was so stretched out because of his mass, you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Your reaction was greeted with a raised eyebrow and you couldn’t help but blush as you realized that you’d been staring at him yet again. So with no excuse this time around, you simply shook your head with a smile and murmured a silent it’s nothing before you proceeded with some senseless small talk.

The two of you parted ways not short after yet again.

Truth be told this wasn’t the first time Taiju had seen you since his fight on Christmas Eve. He’d actually memorized the neighborhood you lived in and had tried to thank you many times before for what you did for him, but how could he? 

The man eventually gave up and decided to wait for you to come to him. He knew that this approach was a pretty stupid one, but regardless he wanted to see for himself if you’d check up on him or not. Needless to say, he was pleasantly surprised when he saw you show up today. He’d chased his former gang members away with one silent - but nonetheless threatening - leave and had proceeded to face you after so many years. 

As expected, you were still as beautiful and ethereal as you were on that Christmas night. The way some of your hair strands were blown against your cheeks made him want to gently tuck them away behind your slightly red ear so he could once more gaze upon the gorgeous face of his savior. The feelings he’d begun harboring for you since that accident seemed all innocent and childlike at first glance; I mean, a young teenager who falls for the woman that helped him after he’d been defeated, grows up thinking and waiting for her to meet him, was an overused and pretty often seen scenario in any romance flick. That, paired with his devotion to the Christian belief, his mind was set on making you out to be his guardian angel that was sent down to him during his life’s darkest hour as both a reward for his resilience and a test of will at the same time.

Mere days after you’d entered his life, he came to the conclusion that he couldn’t continue like this any longer and he had to change both his ways and behavior, so he set out on his journey to work for the institution he’d so earnestly visited all his life. But once he truly came to understand the church’s ways, he found it so immensely hard to keep the inappropriate thoughts about you away from his mind, especially after today.

“Friday evening you say?” you repeat after the man and take a glance back at your calendar before you answer, “It should work, no problem!”

“Excellent, how does 7 PM sound?” a deep and slightly distorted voice asked from the other end of your phone. You nodded and finalized some further details for your meeting before you eventually hung up. 

Lately, you’ve been frequently going to the church to catch up with Taiju, but because of his work you never really had the opportunity to properly sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk, so you eventually exchanged contact information and properly decided on a date and time to meet up.

With a smile on your lips, you went up to your calendar and marked down the day of your planned meeting and even though it wasn’t anything special, you could still feel your heart thump hard against your chest at the mere thought of the two of you being alone. 

Time went by in a flash and before you’d noticed, the day of your meetup had come. Winter had not yet passed so you couldn’t doll yourself up that much, hence why you resorted to a pretty simple and warm outfit for tonight. 

You closed the zipper of your jacket, wrapped your scarf around your neck, and looked at your reflection in the mirror in front of you with a smile.

“How long has it been since I felt this nervous..?” you asked yourself silently before taking your bag and leaving your apartment.

The walk towards the church passed by unusually quick, despite your rather slow pace. The tall wooden doors of the institution were before you, waiting to be opened, but just before you could take a hold of the doorknob, one of the doors was pulled open and a young girl stormed out. She was so distraught that she almost ran into you, but you managed to sidestep just in time and dodge her. Your eyes followed her as she ran down the steps, sobbing. Still shocked from what had just transpired you hesitantly entered the church only to find it…empty. Confusion distorted your earlier calm face and caused you to look around nervously, looking for the man you’d agreed to meet tonight.

“Taiju?” you carefully called out, your voice echoing more than intended, and still no answer came.

There was something eerie about such a big church being so silent and desolate this late at night that made you clutch your bag’s straps tightly as you slowly went down the aisle towards the altar at the end. Just as you were about to bypass the last row of benches you heard a silent thud on your left side, but as you looked, there was nothing there out of the ordinary, just the benches and two cubicles that were most likely used for confessionals.

Wait…

As if you had some kind of premonition, you took course towards the confessional booths, halted before one of them and slowly opened the door of the right one. Contrary to your expectations of finding nothing, the first thing you saw was a naked leg that was being hoisted up by someone and a pair of panties dangling from that person’s ankle. That alone was enough to shock you into speechlessness, but as you gradually revealed more of what was hiding behind the door, the leg seemed the least important part for you to worry about. 

Before you was a young woman, probably around your age or maybe a few years younger, sitting on the lap of none other than Taiju himself, her legs were being spread apart so much that anyone who would’ve opened the door would get to see her private parts in full view and could witness the way her insides got spread apart by the hard length of the man behind her. He either didn’t notice your presence or he simply couldn’t care less, because he just continued rocking her hips back and forth with his other hand, murmuring small encouragements so she would resume her movements, but how could she?

The two of you were dumbstruck, looking into each other's eyes for a short while until she backed out first and tried to wriggle herself out of the man’s grasp and protect the small amount of dignity she had left, but he was stronger and managed to keep her in place for at least a short while until he noticed just what riled her up this much.

“Looks like tonight’s appointment arrived earlier than expected,” he noted as he peered over the girl’s shoulder, locking eyes with you and cracking a small smile before finishing his initial thought, “would you give me a second, I’ll be right there.”

At that moment you had no idea what pissed you off more, the fact that he’d just brushed you off like that or the fact that he - as a Father no less - was having sex at the church. You watched as he pressed the woman’s legs together, leaning her back on his chest, and began thrusting his hips which made her moan out loud.

“There you go, I told you it would feel so much better if you didn’t hold your voice back” he cooed close to her ear as he gently patted her head a few times. 

“P-Please Father…stop” she pleaded with him trying to push him away somehow, but neither her strength was enough nor the position she was in was ideal for that. Taiju, of course, pretended not to hear her and even quickened his pace, a small grin adorning his face.

“You really want me to stop now of all times? I thought you didn’t mind a little audience…just mere minutes ago you were begging me to fuck you in front of that other girl, you even cried about how your husband couldn’t get it up, and now this…?”

Even though your mind was still trying to figure out what the hell was happening, you still don’t know how and why, but you took a step forward, took the young girl by her arm, and pulled her off his lap, causing her to stumble a little and fall straight into your arms. That little maneuver of yours shocked the other two as well, though Taiju’s expression didn’t give away his surprise, on the contrary, he even looked painfully bored by that development. The woman, on the other hand, held onto you for a short while, before going beed-red, pushing herself off of you, and stumbling towards the exit of the church, head cast down in shame.

During that little scene, your eyes didn’t even once leave the man’s form. You watched him get up from the small chair, cover up his lower body, slick back some of his loose hair strands which were stuck on his forehead, and lean on the small cubicle’s door frame as he looked down at you in silence.

What the hell was that? Are you even aware of your position? What do you even think you’re doing? Why would you even do that when you know we agreed to meet right now? Did you want me to catch you?

So many thoughts and questions plagued your mind and were dying to be said out loud, but you held back. Taiju wasn’t the same young teen anymore, he was now a proper man in his thirties so who were you to tell him what to do and what not.

“Are you going to take her place?” he suddenly blurted out. 

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself” he warned you in an unnaturally dark tone that made you freeze up. That sentence alone was enough to make you back away a few steps, though these few steps meant nothing to the tall man, who simply needed to get out of the confessional booth and he’d already be standing in front of you.

“You interrupted us, despite me telling you that I’d finish in a bit and now I’m stuck with a boner that you will take care of.”

His standoffish behavior and how he was able to utter such nonsense nonchalantly was beyond you, but you weren’t going to let that remark sit, so you crossed your arms and looked up at him like some kind of parent that was about to scold their kid.

“It’s your own fault for even doing it inside of the church. If you had at least enough decency to do it somewhere in the back where visitors usually wouldn’t notice, this wouldn’t have become a problem, Father”

Going on a one-on-one against Taiju wasn’t a good idea, it was in fact a horrible one, but you were riled up enough to dare it anyway and that alone made the man furrow his brows in annoyance, but the moment he heard you utter his title and even emphasize upon it with that cheeky tone, he felt the last bit of rationality leave him and snapped.

Before you knew it, Taiju had closed the distance between you and now that he was towering in front of you he took a tight hold of your hips, hoisting you up on his shoulder as if you weighed nothing at all as he made his way towards the altar. Everything happened so quickly that you couldn’t properly react before it was too late. 

“T-Taiju, what are you doing?! Let me go!” The moment you’d found your voice again, you didn’t waste any time and began struggling as if your life depended on it. You tried tugging on the man’s clothing, punching his back with your fists and even tried pushing him away but nothing seemed to faze him. Before you could even try anything else you felt how his grip weakened and you were finally released.

You felt your back collide with the hard and cold surface of the altar and since the fall wasn’t as gentle as you would’ve expected it to be, it knocked some air out of your lungs. While you attempted to steady your breathing once more, the man positioned himself between your legs, sharp yellow eyes cast down on your form as he used your weakened state to unzip your jacket. He placed both of his hands on each of your sides, leaning himself forward as he took in the sight of you beneath him. Even though you were still fully clothed, having the person of his innermost desires in such a state so close to him couldn’t stop him from fantasizing about what you’d look like naked, and before he’d realized it, his big hand had dove underneath your pullover and was slowly gliding upwards, exposing your skin to the cold church air. 

“Stop it! Get your hands away from me!” You thrashed about in an attempt to stop him from completely uncovering your upper body while you made sure to make it as audible as possible that you weren’t going to go along with his whims. Taiju on the other hand didn’t seem to mind your struggling, but you being loud didn’t sit that well with him at all. He grabbed your scarf, brought it up to your mouth, and pressed the fabric against it, muffling any further protest of yours.  

“Mind your manners (Y/N)…this is still a church”

While the man’s eyes observed how goosebumps peppered your lower stomach, you weren’t in the mood of giving up and began kicking around you aimlessly, so when your foot came into contact with something, you froze. By the looks of it, you’d just kicked the man right in the stomach and yet he was completely unaffected and just grinned wider.

“Seems like someone’s not into caresses…want me to go down on you that badly?” he whispered out as he let his free hand slide down towards your waist, stopping there and slowly undoing your jeans’ belt, button, and zipper. Even though your body was getting more and more exposed by the minute you refrained from any further physical resistance, figuring that if you were silent enough he’d remove his hand from your mouth eventually, giving you the possibility of trying to talk him out of this. That change in strategy was a welcomed one, because not short after you went silent, was the pressure on your mouth relieved.

“Taiju, please don’t do this…I-I promise I won’t be mad about this, just please stop before it’s too late” you silently pleaded, but judging by the way your jeans were completely removed from your legs and thrown to the side, he wasn’t listening. His cold hands brushed against your lower belly as he gripped the thin fabric of your panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing your slightly wet core.

“Would you look at that…seems like you got quite turned on by that little scene you saw some minutes ago, or…was it the rough treatment that got you leaking like that?” he remarked, amusement dripping from his voice. “...shut up” you hissed out and immediately covered your reddening face. Meanwhile, his thick fingers gently spread your labia apart, his eyes taking in every single detail about his angel’s beautiful pussy. But just looking at it wasn’t enough. He felt how his trousers grew tighter than they already were mere moments ago, the desire to just thrust his cock inside of you and feel how your walls enveloped him, was growing so strong that he didn’t want to waste any more time, so after taking a deep breath he finally proceeded to taste you. 

At the feeling of his wet tongue moving up and down across your wet entrance, you yelped out in surprise, back arching ever so slightly away from the altar’s surface. You wanted to keep as quiet as possible because the church picked up every single sound no matter how silent it was and let it echo around the entire building, but his skillful way of lapping up your arousal ruined that plan of yours quicker than expected. With one of his fingers, he began flicking your clit a couple of times, letting your juices stain his mouth as his eyes moved up to your face, and that’s when he noticed that you’d hid it away so he stopped his ministrations and removed himself from your crotch. 

You felt relieved when he stopped and exhaled all the oxygen you’d held in as to stop your moans when you suddenly felt how you were being pulled up by your scarf, Taiju’s big hand supporting the back of your head as he undid the muffler, removing it completely, and revealing your reddened lips and flushed cheeks.

“Don’t hide,” he cooed as he slowly laid you back down, “show me everything”

With that said, he hoisted your legs up, pushing them down towards your torso, so now all of your private parts were visible for both you and him. The way he held you in place was uncomfortable, the position you found yourself in straining muscles you never thought you had, and to top it all off he was now able to directly look at any of your expressions. 

Your eyes met for a brief second and you were the first one to look away, much to the man’s amusement before he once again dove between your legs to lap up the juices he’d missed earlier. While his tongue and fingers were busy preparing you for what’s to come, you made use of him being distracted and stole a couple of glances at his face and the way he relished in your taste. 

“A-Ahh ngh” you moaned out loud as you felt a thick finger enter your insides.

“What are you looking at, hm?”

Before you could even attempt an answer, you felt another digit plunge inside of you and both started caressing your walls in a scissoring motion. The sudden stimulation made you see stars as you looked up at the church’s ceiling, the drawings of angels at the top looked even more majestic and real thanks to your momentary situation. Sadly, no matter how hard you tried to defy any of Taiju’s advances on you, his technique left nothing to be desired, both his fingers and tongue had found your weakest spots within minutes and were attacking them relentlessly with seemingly no intention to stop even if you came. You felt that all too familiar knot in your stomach tighten, hampering your breathing in the process. It’s been so long since you felt like that and you hated how good it felt to be dangling from the edge of bliss once more. Needless to say, you were ready to cum right then and there, but that’s when both Taiju’s tongue and fingers left your body.

You were about to protest but when your eyes met his striking yellow ones, staring down at you in satisfaction, did you realize just what you had subconsciously agreed to.

“Impatient I see, well don’t worry I’m also reaching my limit” he eventually said and began undoing his pants, letting them fall to the floor, and with no holds barred he let his cock spring free from its confines as well. He carefully let your hips down once more and plopped his entire girth down on your lower stomach, his intention being none other than wanting you to see how far up he’d reach once he was inside of you.

“Wait, w-what are you doing?” you finally found your voice and this was the first thing you managed to formulate in your panicked state. The grin that adorned his lips resembled that of a mischievous boy and not a middle-aged Father of a church.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he asked, pulling you up towards him once more so that your faces were but a breath away before slamming his lips against yours, his rough tongue making use of your confusion to enter your mouth and start slithering about. Thanks to his grip on both the back of your head and hips you couldn’t move away and were forced to remain still as he slowly moved his pelvis back, positioning his tip right at your entrance and slowly pushing it in.

At first, the stretch wasn’t as bad as you’d assumed but the further he penetrated you the worse it got. 

Your body began to shiver, your pained moans and groans swallowed by his kiss. Much to your surprise he let up not short after and gently placed your forehead on his shoulder, his big hand caressing your head in a comforting motion.

“Deep breaths..it’s almost in” he whispered next to your ear as he removed some of your hair strands from your face, making sure that you were still with him. Meanwhile, you were a complete mess. Countless thoughts and feelings were circling your mind, making it nearly impossible for you to tell the difference between up and down, so having him murmur something to you while he literally split you in half wasn’t helping; it had quite the opposite effect. Just as he was about to say something else you bit into his wrist, which barely even made him twitch but instead he just clicked his tongue and lowered you down on the altar once more. 

Truth be told, the fact that he couldn’t just ram it in as he did with all the others frustrated him beyond belief, you were special to him so he wanted to treat you accordingly, but with the way your insides were fluttering around his shaft, made it seem like you were trying to pull him in and he had held back enough already so with one thrust forward he sank his entire length balls-deep inside of you. “N-Nho aah!” you moaned out loud as some tears rolled down your cheeks, the pain making you tense up which only amplified the unpleasant feeling between your legs. Thankfully, Taiju didn’t even dare to move and instead made it his next mission to let you adjust to him while he indulged in the rest of your body. 

He used one of his hands to massage your clit in order to make you wetter and facilitate his thrusts later on while his other busied itself with your breasts. And finally, after a good while of those repeated ministrations, your walls began to relax around his length so he gave you an experimental thrust, and indeed, you arched your back slightly as he carefully pulled out, a shaky breath leaving your mouth as he slowly moved his hips back forward, and when he bottomed out once more a barely audible mewl gave him the last confirmation he needed to start moving properly. 

Damn it…I hate this and how good it feels

You tried your best to keep as silent and stoic as possible but unfortunately, you didn’t look as unfaced as you thought you did. In Taiju’s eyes, he saw your slightly blushing cheeks and the way you nibbled on your lip to stop your voice from escaping and it only made it more obvious how much pleasure you were truly feeling so he took that as yet another sign to speed up his hips’ movement. 

“You’re taking me so well angel…look, can you feel how deep I’m actually inside of you?” he breathed out as he planted his palm on your lower body, pressing down on your skin until even he was able to feel himself going back and forth. The way he was holding you down caused his tip to graze your g-spot with every rock of his hips and you couldn’t help but cry out.

“G-God..! N-…there” 

“God? Ha…I’m the only god you need” and with that he took a firm hold of your hips, lifting them so he could angle himself better, making sure he reached the deepest parts within you.

The familiar wet slapping sound had never sounded as erotic as it did right now and it only made him hungrier for both you and your reactions. His thoughts were filled with nothing but you and all the things he’d love to do and try out on you.

“…stop g-growing inside” 

When your silent voice reached his ears and your - in comparison - smaller hand touched his bigger one, did his brain click, making him realize just what he was doing.

It was no secret that he’d harbored feelings for the person who’d saved him when he was at his lowest, who’d been there when he needed someone by his side, had acted out of her own free will, and wasn’t afraid of him or his appearance. He’d fantasized of the day when he’d finally embrace you in his arms and show you how he’d bettered himself for you so that you not only see him as the rowdy kid from back then but a proper and stand up man who was worthy of your attention and love…and yet he’d let his instinct take over once more.

In frustration he glared down on your splayed-out body, took a hold of your legs to wrap them around his hips, and leaned down, his massive frame nearly crushing you despite him supporting himself on his forearms, which he’d positioned next to your head on each side.

Hang in there was all he said before cupping your ass to make you meet his sloppy but still deep thrusts. He threw his entire rationality away and began aiming straight for your womb, the desire to paint your insides white with his seed and fill them up to the brim making the vein on his forehead pop out in excitement.

Oh my dear Lord, is this yet another test of my will? Was it that unbreakable that you decided to bring me my angel and see if I’d stray from the right path?

While Taiju’s mind was occupied his body was still very much eager to bring you to orgasm. Your insides had eventually gotten used to both his girth and length or better said he was forcefully molding them into his own shape, making you just the perfect cocksleeve for himself. Your mind was in shambles. Did you want to resist his advances or accept them in the hope that he’d realize his mistake on his own? 

Or was that ever your intention in the first place?

His thrusts had been so persistent and precise since the first moment they’d begun rearranging your guts and it didn’t take you long to start moaning and whining whenever his tip knocked at the entrance of your womb. 

My Lord…have I failed you now? Should I have resisted my urges and impulses or was releasing them the right path to take for my rehabilitation?

You felt his shaft grow inside of you, even more, its veins now more pronounced than before, further intensifying the stimulation that came with every rock of his pelvis. Being so close to his face you also noticed how his breathing became heavier and sometimes he’d even let out a low groan. His thrusts’ rhythm became sloppier and he eventually needed to take a hold of your buttocks to make you meet his momentum; it was as if he’d reduced you to a mere sex toy that helps him get off.

“I’ll be cumming inside of you” Taiju eventually breathed out as he leaned back, straightening himself once more, and let his hand run through his slightly messed up hair, temporally removing any hair strands that blocked his vision and hindered him from seeing the face you’d make once he expelled his load within you.

Reaching an orgasm on his own was half the fun, so he always made sure that his partners either cummed at the same time as he did or shortly after. Seeing usually serious faces contort into ones filled with immense pleasure, as their bodies trembled like leaves in the wind, was what drove him to corrupt so many in the first place, making them unable to live on without his cock was just a byproduct that fueled his ego. 

But you would be the cherry on top, the one that would overshadow anyone he has slept with, he was sure of that. You had a different standing in his life right from the get-go and now that he’s had a taste, he won’t let you go that easily.

“T-Taiju…” you whispered out his name as you dug your fingernails in his arms, a signal he understood without you having to explain.

“Gonna cum? Ha, so you felt good didn’t you?”

You hissed out a shut up as you glared at him, but that only made the man let out one of the most heartfelt laughs you’d ever heard.

“Confession is good for the soul you know” he cooed before letting his hand run along your chest, stopping at your breasts to knead them and play with your nipples. 

“But I don’t mind you resisting the pleasure…makes breaking you so much more fun.”

And with that, he went for the last spurt. Each of his hands was busy teasing your sensitive spots, while his pelvis slapped against your ass creating that all too familiar slapping sound. Having both your chest and clit played with while his thick cock piston-fucked you, brought you back to the edge, and all it took to make you finally cum was but a few more thrusts. 

Your insides tightened up around his engorged shaft, holding onto it in the hope of him to slow down but for naught, his movements became more sloppy but didn’t lose on speed and precision. The way you’d creamed on his length additionally to the way your insides fluttered against it, provided the man with a naughty sight that was enough stimulation to make him reach his high not short after. 

In your overly-sensitive state, you felt how his cum sprayed against your womb’s entrance and slowly filled that small space between his tip and your deepest parts. You shuddered at the sensation and tightened your legs’ grip around his hips, while he let out a shaky breath, head cast down, and his eyes closed to savor his own orgasm. 

My Lord…you've warned us so many times to be wary of the temptations the forbidden fruit bears, you’ve put me through so many trials so that I iron my willpower and faith, and up until now I’ve never failed to meet your expectations…but now…?

Once his eyes could focus again they directed their attention down to where you were lying, panting, lips red from biting and pressing them together, your clothes just one big mess, and when he saw the marks his hands had left behind on your hips he realized just how fragile you were.

I’ve let my desires get the best of me...I've sinned and I've failed you...forgive me, my Lord

He let his hand glide all the way down from your neck to where the two of you were still connected. Meeting your gaze was impossible now; your eyes looked as dead as that of a fish’s and all light had left your irises, signifying your resignation with the entire situation. Even if he caressed your face with such gentleness and warmth you were cold all over. 

It pained him to see his usually brilliant angel like that so he figured that now that he’s corrupted and sullied you it was his task to make you smile again. 

Oh my dear Lord, was this inner conflict another trial you decided to put me through? To see if I’d own up to my decisions? If so…then I will see this through to the end…the very end

Taiju carefully pulled his hips back a little, one hand still holding onto your already bruised waist as the other gently tapped his own forehead, moving down to his navel, back up to the right side of his chest, and lastly stopped at his left pecs just a little above his heart before he brought it back to his lips, kissing his fingertips and casting his gaze up to the church’s colorfully painted ceiling.

Amen

#slutty old men collab 😈 #tokyorev x reader smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev scenarios #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba smut #taiju smut #━𝚃𝙾𝙺𝚈𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝚅

[authorluvgxbby]

Day 5 of writing Bonten men in "The Office" Scenarios

Rindou:*Puts on his glasses as he does paperwork*

Sanzu: Hey Rindou, here's the report- *gasps* Oh my god...

Rindou: ...What?

Sanzu: Oh my god-what the hell is that on your face?

*Rindou confused as hell*: What's on my face???

Sanzu: Are you wearing a disguise or something?? You look awful!

Rindou:...

Rindou: Sanzu wtf, I'm literally just trying to see.

#sanzu #bonten #sanzu haruchiyo #bonten sanzu #bonten rindou #bonten crack #bonten shenanigans #bonten scenarios #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers #tokyorev scenarios #tokyo rev incorrect quotes #tokyo revengers incorrect quotes #tokyo revengers bonten #tokyo rev scenarios #tokyo revengers crack #tokyo rev crack #tr scenarios #the office scenarios #bonten men #rindou haitani #tr rindou #tr rindou haitani #tr sanzu #tr sanzu haruchiyo #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev #tr incorrect quotes

[red-letter-imagines]

Random Headcannon of the day:

Ran, being the aesthetic king 👑 he is, owns a bunch of limited edition wine glasses (the ones boxed in the finest silk, sometimes gold-rimmed), and has a lil "wine-drinking" corner in his room. It's beside his largest window, where the moonlight hits just right, with a lazy-boy and a small table for any snacks he'd bring in.

When the moon's bright, he'd break out his chilled Mont Blanc and "brood".

Until Rindou invites people over, and his moments of peace and non-violence is ruined indefinitely.

Thoughts.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tokyo revengers imagines #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers scenarios #haitani ran #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo manji gang #thoughts #random headcannon of the day #random thoughts #haitani #haitani rindou #ran haitani #bonten ran #bonten #tenjiku #kantou manji gang #tokyorev scenarios #tokyorev headcanons

[twindevilgang]

Strings~

Pairing: Izana kurokawa x FemReader

Word count: 1.0k

Warning: angsty. That’s about I think

I’m finally back after my one month breather after tumblr deleted all my requests. I’ll probably open them again soon.

A sense of peace washing over Izana's body as he hears you play. Soft and delicately—fingered grazing over the strings. The notes engraved in your brain as you play each note correctly. Izana enjoys this. Enjoying you playing for just him and Kakucho— who listens from a distance—a soft smile painting his lips as he watches the one man he respects most, come at peace. Izana softly hums to the tunes he remembers by heart, having you play the same song over and over for him.

His purple hues glanced up at you. He glares at you softly as the song comes to an end.

“Y/n” his voice is harsh—but not too harsh to make you flinch out of fear. You hum in response. Not once bearing an eye at him as you kept your eyes on the guitar in your hands. Tightening and losing the tuning keys.

“Yes Izana?” You turn to look at him, through your eyelashes you can see him from. You hold back a chuckle.

“Play that for me again will you?”

“Please?” Kakucho snaps. Giving you an apologetic look at his friend's mannerless behavior.

“Of course” positioning the guitar against your chest once again, fingers placed right in the strings. You give the white haired man a soft smile “you don’t have to ask me twice”

~~~~~

“Oh? What’s this?”

Izana came to your home unexpectedly.

Holding a long box wrapped in red wrapping paper with a lovely black bow on it. So when you opened the door he had shoved the box against your chest not saying anything as he entered your place.

“Open it and find out” that’s all he says.

Excitement runs through your veins as you unwrap the red paper off the box. You drop the lid of the box onto the table. Carefully taking the object off its place—as if it was a new born baby. You let out a breath you never knew you were holding as you examined it.

A guitar. A brand new one to be exact.

A tag was taped at the top of the head. As you opened it, it read:

Happy birthday! - From: Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Mochi, Mucho, Sanzu, Hanma, Kisaki and Shion!

You shook your head as you let out a laugh—one that echoed throughout your home. One that Izana enjoyed hearing. You make your way towards him with the gift in hand—stopping in front of him. He glanced up at you with an unfazed look. Let crossed over the other with his chin resting on his palm.

“This must’ve cost a fortune, yeah?”

“Not really, no.” Izana shrugs as you scuff.

Gently, you placed the guitar on the couch he was sitting on and leaned down. Arms wrapping around his shoulders. Now, Izana was never one for any physical contact with others except if his fist met their face, but for you he makes an exemption. He straightens his posture—hands on your waist as you lean down against him.

“Thank you. Really. I appreciate it”

You straighten yourself up, placing your palms against his tan checks gently. He hums—taking your right hand away from his cheek.

“Why don’t you play that song you alway play for me, hm?” He suggested. Playfully you roll your eyes, a smile forming on your lips as you grapple the guitar.

You sit on the floor, beside Izanas leg. Adjusting the strings a little before pressing the back of it against your chest.

“Whatever the king wants, the king gets”

~~~~

“Play for me one last before I leave”

Izana sits on the open stance on the couch beside you. Hanging your guitar and snatching away some papers from your lap. A demanding man he was really. But you’ve grown to just go with it because whatever Izana wants he gets no matter what it is.

“Please? Izana you're forgetting to say please, ``Kakucho says. You let out a soft laugh. Grasping the instrument from Izana grasp.

“You two have a brawl tonight, right?” You say before you start to play. Izana nods.

“Correct. Tenjiku will be going up against Tokyo manji”

Izana doesn’t say anything more as you hum. He grows quiet as you play the melody he so loves so much. Closing his eyes in a relaxing manner he leans back against the couch.

When you were done playing, he and Kakucho were already leaving. But you stopped Izana before he could leave through the front door.

“Hm?”

“Make sure you win that fight. Or else I’ll have to stop playing for you. Ya got that kurokawa?” You tease. Izana frowns.

“Trust me you won’t stop playing for me until the day I die”

“Hm. I’ll take that as a promise”

~~~~~

The sweet melody echoed through the small little garden. With the same song Izana loved to hear.

That night was a lie. He lied to you when he stepped out the door of your own home. Or maybe he was right. But for the most part you liked to think he was correct and kept his promise because Izana doesn’t like to see himself as a liar.

But he wasn’t correct about you. He told you that the only way you’ll stop playing for him, was when he died. Oh how he was wrong about that. You still played. Played for him at least. Thinking that, at the grave you made for him, he's sitting right next to you just enjoying you playing that damn song he had always requested. Sitting down right next to you, in peace. And every damn time you finished that stupid song, you’ll find yourself wiping away sorrowful tears with the sleeves of your sweater. Or maybe he’s wiping them away for you everytime the wind starts to pick up. You’ll always laugh at that thought of yours.

“Well, Izana . Hope you enjoyed me playing for you. And hey, maybe sooner or later you’ll force me to play for you again.”

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #bonten x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers scenario #tokyorev scenarios #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #kakucho hitto #mikey x reader #ran haitani #ran x reader #rindou haitani #tenjiku

[missrown]

Sano Manjiro x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

- In which, you accidentally push his bike down

A/N: I will probably write other parts too, like romantic relationship part but I'm like I'm too lazy to continue rn so have this half baked fic instead :( it's Female reader (I write in 2nd person pov but because of something Mikey said episode 3 so i had to make it fem reader)

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Delinquents are the worst.

There were no other words you could use to describe them.

Delinquents go around beating other people up, petty thievery, forming so-called gangs, disturbing the peace, or some, in very illegal work. The pathway to be a horrible person. A bad example. A bad apple. The worst.

You never want to cross paths with someone like that. To you, they are like a black cat crossing your path. A bad omen. Never should you ever breathe the same air as them.

Pride.

You have pride. Proud of the fact that you are not like those scumbags. Those horrible people.

Proud of the fact that you are better than your seatmate in the class. A delinquent. Sano Manjiro. Though you would never say it to him face to face.

You value your life. And the rumors about him are batshit scary.

A delinquent who sleeps in class and comes only before lunch time. You wonder how he hasn't been expelled yet. Or even held back a year. Even teachers are fed up.

"Are you dumb?" His question baffles you. He tch's at your face and opens his mouth to speak again. "The people you described right now are scums not delinquents."

"What? What even is the difference?" You retort. Annoyed at the fact you were called dumb by the 1st place student from the back. (Or in other words, the last place)

"Do you want to know?"

"No. Not really."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You sigh. Uncomfortable. Refusing to meet his gaze you look at the ground. You can feel the stares of other students who are in the parking lot, mostly to take their bicycles. Too entertained about your situation or too scared to catch the attention of the blonde in front of you. So they stay and watch.

Not that you could blame them. You would do the same.

"Alright then." He speaks up. You flinch. Is he going to kill me? "What are we supposed to about this now?" He motions towards his bike which is fallen on the ground.

"I said it was an accident, I didn't mean it."

"And then you called me a scum. Count yourself lucky that I don't hit girls."

"I'm sorry." It's almost inaudible, you grimace at how weak you sounded just now.

"How are you going to repay me then?"

Your eye twitch. There is not a single scratch or the paint peeled off because of you.

"There is no need to 'repay' you! You fucking piece of shit. There's not a single scratch! So beat it up. Fucking bastard!!"

Fuck.

You don't know how you got that courage but you decided to leave right now. If the rumors turn out to be true, better safe than sorry. You take up your bicycle and leave.

Getting out of the school gate, your courage or adrenaline rush wore off and soon realization hit you like a truck.

You blew it. The worst part, he is in the same class as you. And your seatmate.

Yeah, no school tomorrow.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x reader #mikey sano x reader #sano mikey x reader #mikey x reader #mikey imagines #tokyo revengers imagines #tokrev imagines #tokyorev imagines #tokyo rev imagine #sano manjiro imagines #manjiro sano imagines #mikey scenarios #tokrev scenarios #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyorev scenarios #tokyo rev scenarios #sano manjiro x y/n #sano manjiro #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev x y/n #tokrev x you #tr x reader #tr mikey #tr scenarios #tr imagines

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU CALL THEM BY THEIR FIRST NAME FOR THE FIRST TIME p.2

CHARACTER(S): Rindou . Mitsuya . Sanzu . Mikey WARNING/S: Suggestive content at Rindous' and Sanzus' part P.1 Ran . Hanma . Baji . Kisaki a/n: Due to popular demand, heres the part 2

Rindou Haitani

Rindou doesn't mind that you're calling him by his last name, except for Ran everyone had called him Haitani or the younger Haitani for as long as he can remember. though it would be nice for you to call him by his name, he doesn't want to force you.

He did inform you that you have the privilege to call him by his given name whenever you want and it had always been stuck in your mind. but finding the right timing to call him by his given name was harder than you thought until it just slips your mouth one day in a middle of an intimate moment between you and Rindou.

With his head buried between your nape and neck, showering your skin with kisses your lips barely parted and mumbled his name.

"Rindou…" it doesn't even register in your head at first what you mumbled until he completely freezes and slightly lifted his head to look into your face, wondering if his mind was playing tricks with him.

"what's the matter?" you asked with the same tone and softness in your voice, immediately erasing all his doubts about hearing his name.

"Say it again, I wasn't ready for the first time" he mumbled, you were confused at first, not until you saw the look of anticipation within his eyes. a warmth spreading within your chest as you can't help the corners of your lips from smiling.

"I love you, Rindou"

upon hearing his name leave your lips he lets out a shaky breath before dropping his head on your shoulder, the tips of his ears are red as his heart beats strongly. how could a single word like his name sound so perfect in your voice. if you can make him feel like this with his name, he wonders how perfect would it be if you call him cute nicknames. but he'll worry about that later, for now, he wants to savor this moment as he made you let out his name throughout the night.

Takashi Mitsuya

"Sometimes Hakkai feels more like Mitsuya's lover than you" It was meant to be a joke by Draken but thinking deeper about it, it really seems like Hakkai was his lover.

They spend almost the whole day together, they see each other every night, Hakkai has Mitsuya as his wallpaper and Hakkai calls Mistuya not just by his given name but also by a nickname.

you knew they had known each other longer than you two but you were the significant other, you're supposed to be calling him cute nicknames like all the other couples. so you spend the whole night thinking of nicknames to call him. even proud of some of the nicknames you come up with.

but as soon as you're in front of Mitsuya, all the nicknames you come up with was forgotten as you only simply called him by his given name.

"Takashi" you called him confidently but your shoulders immediately drops in disappointment and pouted your lips, upon realizing that all the effort you put in the night before was wasted.

It took Mitsuya a few seconds to process what you said, never would he had imagine this was what you were going to say after coming up to him earlier and saying you had a very important thing to say.

"Finally" Mitsuya can't help but chuckle as he placed his hand on top of your head and ruffle your hair. he won't lie that it bothered him when you called him by his last name considering how long you two had been going out.

It wasn't magical as they say in books but the unknown tightness in his chest slowly loosened and was only filled with more love for you.

"But why do you look so disappointed? does saying my name that bad?" he teased upon noticing your pouting lips.

"Of course not, it's just that I came up with all these cute and sweet nicknames but I panic and ended up just saying your name"

if only Mitsuya can fall even harder for you. as if taking your worries with him, he gently took your hands in his. "Don't worry I have plenty of time to listen to all of them"

"But really, I thought I'll never hear you say it, It'll be confusing if we're both called Mitsuya in the future won't it?"

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Lately, Sanzu had been bugging you about calling him by his given name, stating that couples should be comfortable enough to call each other by their first names. a logical claim coming from him.

and when you did not call him by his name right away, he made it known that he was quite upset, making you feel guilty, maybe it is the right time.

"San- Haruchiyo…" you quietly let out as if testing the name for the first time when in truth, you had already practiced his name countless times but saying it in front of him feels different.

Sanzu definitely heard it but pretends he didn't hear you the first time. he stood in front of you, one hand placed on his waist as he looks down at you with a glint in his eyes, trying to look like the part where he was upset with you when in truth he can never be upset with you.

“Did you say something?” he asked, already smiling a bit upon hearing his name from you but refraining himself from showing.' just a little more he thought.

you bit your lip, cheeks burning red as you stood your ground and proudly spoke, "I said do you have plans later?…" but confidence left your voice as your voice wavers, "…Haruchiyo"

“Can you say that a little louder?”

"Haru-" he didn't even let you finish saying his name as he straight up pressed his lips on yours, even sucking your lower lips while his hands cupped your face. Sanzu doesn't think he can hear his name 3 times consecutively when you were looking all bashful and cute and red in front of him. all his plans to tease you a little bit more were thrown out the window as soon as his name left your lips again.

"Haruchiyo is kinda long to pronounce, I don't want to wait that long to kiss you. Haru is perfect"

Manjiro Sano

You stared at Mikey from a distance as he converse with Chifuyu, you were Deep in thought ever since Baji teased you about Mikey having selective hearing when it comes to you. the conversation ended with you teasing him back that he even knew what selective hearing is.

but Baji's statement and you quote that 'If Mikey is the middle of a serious fight and you so much let out a quiet grunt, Mikey will definitely hear you', had stayed in your mind and today you decided to try it out.

"Man.ji.ro." you mumbled playfully, not loud enough for him to hear but not so quiet that a human ear can't hear.

and to your surprise, Mikey immediately perks up, head snapping back at you as if he had just heard something unbelievable, staring at you meaningfully, blinking once and twice before smiling so brightly.

he quickly bid goodbye to Chifuyu and ran towards you and planted himself in front of you, he was smiling so brightly that he look as if he had grown dog ears.

"How did you hear that?" you asked in amazement as soon as he stood in front of you, as you peeked passed him to look at his previous spot.

"Did you think I will miss it when you finally said my name?" he giggled, and for a moment you thought you saw a tail wagging behind him.

Mikey thought nothing would some more perfect coming from you when you called him 'Mikey' as everyone else does. but the newfound excitement and joy he felt upon hearing you say his given name, can't compare to the joy he felt before.

"Say it again, properly this time" he demanded, and who were you to deny him that satisfaction when he look so happy and bright, waiting in anticipation for you to say his given name and not just the usual nickname the others call him.

"Manjiro" you chuckled and there it was again, that skip on his heart that he'll definitely be addicted to. though he prefers to be called by his nickname, it's not bad to be called by his given name every once in a while.

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[anisespice]

“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev. pt. 2

one

synopsis: " you can pick me or your little boy. "

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, sexual themes, MDI. toxic!toman, cheater!reader (pumpkin eater!!), enabling behavior, mild violence, vague descriptions of sex (cause i’m lazy), vulgar language, corny marvel joke, dirty-talk, moral compass is a roulette wheel in this one lol and i think that’s it :P 

notes: did a little continuation of the first one before doing more characters lol i’m happy you guys liked the concept, lemme know who you’d like to see next :))) i don’t hate this one, but i don’t love it either (except maybe mikey’s) buuuut hope yall enjoy! <333

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05​

A week had passed since the whole kick-back fiasco, and MIKEY had gone awol. Aki was over the moon about it, for obvious reasons; as far as he was concerned, he scared him off. Besides, the less you hung around the delinquent, the better for both of you.

“That guy’s just a nuisance, babe. Good riddance.”

Little did he know, this was a regular occurrence. Mikey always did this—Disappeared for days on end, only to pop right back up like he never left. Whether it be due to gang related issues, or because he felt like it, this frustrating habit was one of the reasons you invited him that night, despite knowing he’d pick a fight with Aki. You had missed him…in more ways than one. You knew it was only a matter of time before he came back to you.

And in the wee hours of the night, not far after said boyfriend left your place, you received a lone message from the former blonde himself.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:03pm     “ omw. ”

Short, but effective. His timing was impeccable, how he always managed to text the second you were alone was beyond you, but it made your heart race all the same. It was wrong, you knew that, Aki deserved better than someone who snuck around. You didn’t mean for it to get this far, but that was a guilt you’d deal with later. Mikey was your drug of choice, and tonight you craved another fix.

to : bad influence ♡ 11:07pm       “ okay. but just for a little while. ”

Even if you tried to play coy, to salvage whatever weak moral you had left, it didn’t matter—The only one you were fooling tonight was Aki.

from : bad influence ♡ 11:08pm      “ mhm. sure, angel. ”

It was a wonder how you didn’t draw blood with how harshly you clawed at his shoulders, fighting between wanting him closer or wanting to push him away. Mikey didn’t mind, though. On the contrary, he encouraged you to leave marks. As tempted as he was to leave his own, he figured beating up your insides would suffice.

Knowing you’ll struggle to walk tomorrow was all the reward he needed.

“God—fuuck,” he slurred, after a particularly hard thrust made you arch off the bed, forcing him to sink deeper. He gazed down at you with an all too pleased grin as you begged him for more. How could he deny you when you sounded so desperate? “Taking me so well, angel…always so good f’me…”

“J-Jiro..! Ahplease!” You sobbed, your knees practically knocking upside your temples as he increased momentum. Mikey snickered, angling his hips to continue ramming the spot that made your eyes cross, moans reaching octaves you didn’t even know you could hit.

“Mm, been feening for this dick, huh? Yeah? Maybe we should call up that smug bastard, let ‘em see how such good friends we are, right [______]? Bet he was real proud thinkin’ he got me to fuck off…but we both know who you really belong to. Don’t we?”

He wasn’t sorry. That’s the short end of it.

The moment Takeru decided to act all big and bad, breaking stuff in a place where he paid no bills, it was in DRAKEN’s right to set him straight; mama may not have raised him, but he still ain’t no bitch.

It took some coaxing on your end, but you were able to reel Draken back from turning your boyfriend inside out. But, after he forced him to pick up every broken piece of the lamp, he told Takeru to choose a number between one and ten.

“…Why?” Was his response. Draken raised a brow.

“That’s how many shards I’m gonna shove up your nose.”

“Ken!”

The look on the shorter male’s face was worth it, earning a threatening smirk from the mechanic as he slapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. “Ahh, y’look like you were about to shit yourself, man! Nah, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

For a moment, there’s relief in your boyfriend’s eyes. It was short-lived, of course. Especially once Draken’s grip tightened around his shoulder. “But I will. Don’t ever let me catch you pop off on [_____] like that again. Would hate for you to have to pick yourself up off the floor next time. You feel me?”

With a gulp, he gave a shaky nod; now he really looked like he shat himself. “Y-Yes…”

“Hah? Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes, Draken, sir?”

He rewarded the poor sucker’s obedience with a couple taps to the cheek just to spite him before sending him on his way. It was met with little protest, Takeru scurrying out of the room with lamp pieces still in his palms, not even sparing you a passing glance. 

“Text you later?” You called at his retreating form. When all you got was the sound of your front door slamming shut in response, you swiftly turned on your heel to aim a dejected frown at your other houseguest. Draken sardonically pouted back at you, reaching over to pinch your cheek until you swatted his hand away. “Why’d you do that, you totally freaked him out!” 

He wasn’t sorry. Draken shrugged. “Good.” 

Merely rolling your eyes, you headed for the small broom and dustpan in your closet to gather what little pieces Takeru left behind–Might as well busy yourself to delay addressing the elephant still in the room. Unfortunately, said elephant wasn’t about to let that happen. Before you could even think of sweeping anything, Draken gently grabbed your elbow, those same eyes that stared death into your boyfriend’s soul now filled with something else as they appraised you, melting through whatever cold exterior you tried to aim at him.

He leaned down closer, sporting a slanted grin that sent signals straight down to your core. Sometimes, you despised how easily he made your insides flutter by just existing.

“How much longer y’gonna entertain that fucking loser, huh? He wouldn’t know the first thing about handling someone like you.”

You hummed, fighting the giddy tremble in your body at the challenging air that surrounded you both. With the inkling of boldness you had, you took the bait. “What, like you would?”

He wasn’t sorry; you’d be though.

The way Draken split you in half would make Lucifer himself bite the pillow. Hovering over his gigantic frame, chest bare with your hands perched on each pec, he manhandled you to take every unforgiving inch of his dick, having you feeling downright discombobulated as your hips struggled to keep momentum.

Forget about seeing stars, at some point, you were certain you saw into the quantum realm; say hi to Ant-Man for me.

“K-Kenny...I can’t...t’s too much!” 

He cooed up at you, though there wasn’t an ounce of sympathy in his tone. If anything, Draken enjoyed himself thoroughly, tongue-in-cheek as he watched you fall apart in his lap, just like he knew you would. With the way you tightened up around him like a vice, as if your own body was against the thought of him stopping, the former blonde chuckled breathlessly.

“Use the safe word then, doll.”

You glared down at him, to the best of your ability. With him practically jabbing you in the lung, it was more than difficult to say the rebuttal as smartly as you wanted to. “Y-you think…you’re so-oh! So f-funny…”

He did. Absolutely he did. By making your boyfriend’s name the safe word, nothing would soften his dick quicker. Plus, he knew you didn’t need it; just like you didn’t need Takeru.

“What? It’d be the only way you’d ever scream it anyways.”

“Welcome back.”

You paused mid-step upon entering your apartment, not expecting the ravenette to still be there. With a deep exhale, you paid him no mind as you kicked off your shoes, irritated after a tiresome process of checking your boyfriend into the hospital.

To say BAJI did a number on him would be an understatement…Man’s fucked him up. Sure, maybe Makoto could’ve watched his tone when talking to someone with such a short fuse, but Baji could’ve at least exercised a little restraint.

…Oh, who were you kidding? It’s Baji.

“What, ya not talkin’ to me?” Barely sparing him a glance, you set your bag on the coffee table before heading for the bedroom for a much-needed shower. Baji didn’t take kindly to being ignored. He huffed, standing to meet you halfway as he trailed behind you. Even when you attempted to close the door in his face, he shouldered his way in anyway; it was gonna take more than that to deter him.

“Quit being mad…said I was sorry, damn.”

“No you didn’t,” you replied, incredulously. You really tried it with the silent treatment, but knowing him, it was only a matter of seconds before he'd get you talking again. Taking off the sweats you threw on in haste earlier, you continued. “You said, and I quote, ‘Talk shit, get hit,’ then fell asleep on the couch while I had to haul Makoto to the emergency room!”

Baji shuffled his feet, “…Well, I meant to say it. Jus' forgot.”

You scoffed, walking into your bathroom. "What are you even still doing here? Don't you have someone else's day to shit on?”

“Y’kicking me out now?” He teased, raising a brow. What he didn't expect was for you to start throwing your toiletries at him. Although his reflexes saved him for the most part, Baji still got hit a few times as he attempted to dodge between a shampoo bottle and mouthwash. "Whoa! Hey-!"

“Maybe I should! Do you have any idea how hard it was to get him in and out of my car with all that dead weight, let alone into the building? Not to mention, his emergency contacts were his uppity-ass parents, so after they chewed me out, I had to lie and say he saved me from getting mugged.”

“...They buy it?”

You tilted your head, exasperated. "Wow. And here I thought the next thing out of your mouth would be that apology you 'forgot' to say earlier…[Sigh] Whatever. You just better hope when Makoto wakes up he doesn't remember anything, or else we're both in deep shit."

“Tsk. The fuck’s he gonna do?”

“He could literally sue us.” You deadpanned.

“He’s a pussy, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try me again. And if he gives you any shit for it, you let me know. I’ll take care of it.”

“Oh, you mean like how you did today? Pass.”

He groaned, “I said sorry!”

“No you didn’t! And still haven’t!”

At the moment, it felt like the conversation would just continue in circles. With Baji stubbornly claiming he was in the right, and you combating his warped logic with colorful language and more stuff thrown at him, it's a wonder how things ended up here–With your face pressed against the cold shower wall as he gave you his fucking apology.

Over, and over, and over again.

While one hand wrapped around the column of your throat, fingers shoved knuckle-deep into your mouth to pacify the excessive whines tumbling out, the other made use of gripping the meat of your thigh, giving you no chance of running from the punishing thwap of his hips ramming against your wet ass-cheeks. The water cascading over your bodies had long turned cold as Baji chased after orgasm number five, his muscles ached from the strain, but he'd be damned to stop until he was certain all was forgiven.

Even if it meant missing every single one of Makoto's phone calls.

“God, I am so, so sorry, Takashi. Can’t believe he just…I-I’ve never seen him act like that before. Does it hurt?”

MITSUYA, despite the sting in his split lip, gave you an easy grin. “Nah, y’know I’ve been through worse. Fucker hits like one of my younger sisters.”

You had brought him back to your place to ice the bruise forming on his jaw, still frazzled over what occurred in the last half hour. Back at the restaurant, everything seemed fine when you excused yourself to the bathroom, having a blast knowing that your two favorite people were actually getting along. Unbeknownst to you, there was a storm brewing in Hajime. And the second you were out of sight, he used this opportunity to set a record straight with Mitsuya.  

Evidently, he allowed his fists to do the talking. 

You groaned, rubbing down your face in distress. “We’ll probably never get to set foot in that restaurant again...’m so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” he softly reprimanded, “Don’t sweat it, t’s not your fault-”

“I’m the one who begged you to let him come with us in the first place. I mean, I know you two butt heads from time to time, but I didn’t think it’d ever turn that serious. Please, Taka, just tell me what happened.”

Mitsuya shook his head, about to lower the ice pack until you shot him a pointed look. With a small exhale through his nose, he kept it on his jaw while he spoke. “I told you, he was probably pissed he couldn’t get a free meal outta me-”

“Don’t bullshit me, Haji wouldn’t explode like that over a fucking chicken sandwich.” You huffed, frustrated at his evasive behavior. He was holding back information on purpose, you were certain. Ever since the fitting, he'd been acting weird all evening. And that fight only solidified your suspicions. “Just tell me what started it!” 

"Doesn’t matter."

"Taka-"

"Let it go, [______]." He laid back on your couch and made himself comfortable, even so much as turning on your tv to fill over the dead conversation. Mitsuya trained his eyes on the lit-up screen, still icing his jaw as he subtly avoided eye contact.

You could just scream.

Childishly, you snatched the remote from his hand and switched it back off. The lavender haired threw his head back in defeat, the hand holding the ice pack slowly coming down as Mitsuya eyed you from his peripheral; so stubborn.

“Be honest. It was about me again, wasn’t it?” His silence spoke volumes. “So it was then. Ugh, okay listen, I get that you’re both really protective of me, I do, but that doesn’t excuse-”

“I’m in love with you.”

You choked. Though, only on your words.

With that now hanging up in the air, you gaped like a damn goldfish, the remote slipping out your grasp and clambering to the floor with a clack. Mitsuya exhaled; no turning back now. “You…huh?”

“Yep. Have been for a while, actually.” He placed his arms behind the couch, wry smirk on his face. “Planned to tell you over dinner tonight, but that backfired fast, no thanks to that walking steroid you call a boyfriend.”

“Y-…You’re messing with me. Right?” The designer offered a humorless laugh, gesturing to his split lip and bruised jaw.

“Didn’t get hit for saying what a great pal you were, [______].”

Now it was your turn to be silent. A lump began to form in your throat, overwhelmed with the newfound information, borderline confession.

“So then…what did you say to Haji to make him so angry?”

For a split second, you saw a glint within his pools of amethyst as they slowly rendered to a deep violet. Staring at you from beneath his pretty lashes, Mitsuya resembled that of a starved animal on the verge of cornering its prey, causing a sudden warmth to envelop you as you squirmed under his heady gaze.

Sitting up a little, he merely beckoned you to his empty lap. You blinked widely at him, sputtering as you tried to protest the idea. But, what he said next played into your curiosity.

“C’mere, and I’ll show you.”

You blinked at him, uncertain; he made no move to rush you. If you were against the idea, you were more than welcome to decline and tell him to shove it. However, when you eventually crawled into the awaiting throne, settling all your weight on top of him to the point he couldn’t keep from groaning shamelessly, Mitsuya was fucking elated.

You gripped his shirt at the shoulders, sporting that signature pout you’d do whenever you wanted something from him—The designer was more than ready to give it to you. All you had to do was say so.

“Hajime’s gonna kill you if he finds out, though. Don’t want you getting hurt again because of me…”

Mitsuya chuckled, hands slowly rubbing up your thighs until they settled on your hips. “Don’t worry about it, sweet thing. He may have gotten two hits on me today, but all I need is one tomorrow.”

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[discotenny]

Take me back!

Why is he at your door after he broke up with you just a week ago?

Chifuyu x gn!reader <Christmas showdown aftermath, fluff, 700+ W.C>

Had a strong feminine urge to write sm fuyu fic sorry guys LOLOL. Not beta read, but then again, is it ever? Mentions of the nickname 'angel' if that's important.

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Your ex boyfriend is at your door, with messy hair and frazzled eyes. His bangs stick to his forehead with sweat and his sweater is stained unflatteringly at the pits. Bleeding cuts and mud splotches splatter across him, and there are bruises on his (beautiful) face. But when are there ever not? 

He’s panting, holding up a hand through breaths and gasps, trying to speak but nothing more than coughs come out.

“Rough night?” You say, amused. Knowing him for as long as you had, his heavily winded state and beaten up form could be due to a myriad of different things. 

“Shut up-“ he wheezes out, managing little else. Chifuyu’s hands fall to his knees as he collapses to the foot of your doorstep.

You bend down to meet him, putting a patting hand on his back. Ex-boyfriend or not, he was still your friend. Chifuyu breathes in gasps and gasps of cold, painful air. "Fighting on Christmas? Tsk tsk Matsuno-"

"Don't call me that-" He says, not looking you in the eyes.  

You sigh under your breath, "Huh?" 

"It's Chifuyu- Why is it suddenly Matsuno- h-huh?!" His voice is still shaky as his throat burns with cold. "Even before- I- w-we-" 

"What's this about, Matsuno?" You push away his bangs from his eyes with a frown. 

“Takemitchy’s gotten back with Hina…” He says with a whisper. 

“Oh? Congratulations to them I guess. But I don’t really see what that has to do-” Chifuyu grabs your face suddenly, squishing your cheeks together and bringing your forehead to his. “Wait- Ow- Matsu-” 

His body heat is so warm compared to the snowy weather outside. His breath fans against your nose as you shakily mumble out confusion and questions. Chifuyu’s eyes close tightly as he holds you close, basking in your touch and presence. His breathing settles to a calm pace, meanwhile you grow all the more flustered at his surprise actions. 

“Take me back, please,” Chifuyu's voice is smooth, quiet, and if all of your attention wasn’t on him right now you wouldn’t have heard what he just said.

“Huh?! Matsu-” 

He kneads your cheeks with his thumbs, “I told you- it’s Chifuyu.”

“Still- you can’t expect me to just accept this so easily! In case you forgot,” you take one of his hands into your own, “You broke up with me.” 

“I know- I know I did…” His voice waves with hesitation, lined with regret and guilt from actions past. “But I was stupid. And seeing Takemitchy admit it too made me realize how dumb I was for wanting to break up just to keep you out of all this shit…”

“That’s the reason you broke up with me?!” Your voice rises in anger, and you hold his hand tighter. “You-” 

“Please, angel?” The nickname that slips past his lips makes you stop your words. “I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll never do that to you again.” 

“You…” Your voice wavers, and you can’t tell if the shakiness comes from overwhelming happiness or underlying hesitation.

"Please?" A hopeful tone laces his words.

Lifting back your head from his, Chifuyu’s eyes widen as he braces for the worst. “You’re so stupid!” Your foreheads collide as he lets out a loud whine. 

“Ow! y/n you see I’m injured- what the hell…” He hisses at the contact yet leans into you more, chin falling onto your shoulder with little fanfare. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, alright?” You point a finger at his chest and he lets out a questioning hm at the action. “You’re gonna take me out tomorrow to make up for all of this. No fights, no Takemichi, just us.”  

A grin spreads on Chifuyu's face and he tackles you in a hug. Laughter echoes through the air as the two of you fall backwards into your home. “That was always the plan, angel,” he says as he hovers above you. A hand goes to caress your face, brushing a finger just below your eye. “Does this mean I’m Chifuyu again?” 

You laugh in reply, a wonderful sound that spreads throughout the room. “You always were,” somehow, his smile grows wider and he leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead with a chuckle.

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Originally wrote this to be a Mishima fic but changed my mind remembering there's a new ep today FDSKFKA. I love my boy he's so heuewhfwnnffnawfw eaifwajijewfawaeewmef

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[angelltheninth]

Chifuyu can't stop grinding against you in his sleep, his cock twitching against you, lips lazily kissing your neck. There's a dichotomy between him being so rough and desperate with his thrusts in the morning, when he's still groggy when sleep and his hair is all messy, cock seeking out the wet warmth of your pussy. You'll be spreading your legs for him right?

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[cheesus-doodles]

i wonder how izana is like if he had a s/o during the time when he was the black dragon leader

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i have actually answered this previously in these Relationship HCs ! and this is also the case in my red dragonflies AU, former gang leader reader is actually Izzy's s/o when he was the black dragon leader - have linked the masterlist up top cough

but because I like to rant, here are some more thoughts about yan black dragon-era Izzy and you, which can apply to both regular reader and gang leader reader!

Izana was probably already very unstable and jealous during his time as the 8th Gen Black Dragon leader, what with the entire situation between Shinichiro constantly talking about Mikey, and learning that the Black Dragon gang would go to said boy instead of him. Combined that with him having found you as an s/o, someone that Izana would see as his, something that he could finally own and keep to himself without having to share (unlike the whole situation with Shinichiro), no doubt that it wouldn't take long for Izana to swing into yandere tendencies, becoming extremely overbearing and overprotective over you.

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With you around, there is a very clear difference in Izana's mannerisms and general behavior. Almost a personality flip in fact, it's night and day how he acts in your presence and when you aren't present. After all, there's a certain way that Izana wants you to perceive him as, and then there's everything else - so this white-haired boy would be sure to carefully tailor and adjust how he acts around you to what he knows you like (to a certain degree of course). As long as you don't threaten the status quo, as long as you keep by his side and his side only, your precious Izzy is whoever you want him to be. Loving, kind, doting, he can almost seem to read your mind and predict your moods.

Knows how to make you feel better after a shitty day, knows what to say and what to do to get you falling heads over heels for him over and over. But don't let that fool you into thinking that you were beyond his manipulation, because nope, not a chance. If he even has the slightest doubt that you were drifting away from him, or worse, thinking of leaving him, expect for Izzy to start subtly tearing you down. He wouldn't sound any different from what he usually does, cooing, low, soft murmur, but the things that slip from his mouth; it pokes at your insecurities, stirs the doubts you have about yourself. Yes, you were the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on, but did you think that really extended to everyone? Surely, surely you know that only he can love you like this? You couldn't possibly survive away from his side the way you are, right?

In his mind, Izzy is only doing it because he loved you as much as he did - you were made for him, like he was made for you. He couldn't live without you, so even if he had to hurt you a little, it'll all be worth it. You'll see that it was all for you.

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Wouldn't be uncommon to see him roaring down streets, both city and mountain ones alike, on his motorbike with you clung to his back and with no specific destination in mind - just likes to spend time with you, brings you anywhere that you want to go. Besides, the delinquents in the city, be they Black Dragons or rival scum, know better than to stare at the two of you. Loves light, airy places, so be prepared to spend a lot of time just hanging out together on rooftops and mountains, somewhere where you can feel the breeze through your hair, where Izzy can get you all to himself. All your attention being on him is the best kind of date.

There's no such thing as privacy, period. He absolutely needs to know everything that happens in your life, and anything less would earn you a full tantrum and fit. Put simply, its either Izana is there, hovering next to you and keeping one violet eye on all your ongoings, and no doubt this baby boy has someone (cough Inupi cough) tagging you from a respectable distance when he isn't free. That is, on top of having unfettered access to everything on your phone; call logs, messages, photos. Nothing is secret from him, why would it be? What do you have to hide from your partner?

You don't go anywhere new without Izzy. Why do you have to? What were you hiding? Your future husband would be happy to take you anywhere you have to go: cafe, the new department store downtown, even festivals. So unless you were trying to hide something from him, why wouldn't you want him to go along? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there? What if you get jumped by a rival gang? Needless to say, keeping presents a secret from this boy isn't a walk in a park.

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Everything else that Izana doesn't think you would approve of seeing would be done out of your sight. He doesn't like having you see the darker side of your boyfriend, the one that deals with weapons and drugs, the one that beats people, both civilians and his own gang members alike for the mildest of perceived infringements against you. You were too soft, too delicate for that. What if you got scared off? What would he do if you became frightened of him?

Instead, all his rage, all his hatred, he poured into the Black Dragon gang, leading them down darker and darker paths. The entire world was scum as far as he was concerned, trash that he had to beat and flatten into perfection so you didn't have to foul your hands and feet.

Sure Izana couldn't keep Shinichiro to himself as much as he desperately wanted to, the first time he truly found family - the source of a lot of his anger and jealousy. He hated Mikey, and always will, for stealing his older brother. But you were perfection, divinity, and you filled the hole in his heart; you didn't have to see that side of him if you just stuck by his side and returned his love. You were the only thing giving stability to a very fragile Izzy, and god only knows what would happen to him if that stability ever left. Izana would give you the sun and the moon if you wanted them both, all he asked for in return was your loyalty.

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