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"How they react when they get called by their full Name" // Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Kokonoi, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Ran, Rindou, Izana

Synopsis: There’s one thing every Tokyo Rev boy knows: when you drop their full name — first and last — they’ve seriously screwed up. It could be a forgotten date, a stolen dessert, a jealous outburst, or just plain stupidity, but once that name leaves your lips? Oh, they feel it.

CW: Light cursing, jealousy/possessiveness, mild violence (slaps, fights), flirty teasing,emotional tension

Mikey (Manjiro Sano):

The sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the Musashi Shrine. The old Toman gang had gathered there, much like they always did, lounging on the steps and chatting about their plans for the next big move. Mikey stood at the forefront, his jacket casually draped over his shoulders as he began to talk about the upcoming fight with another gang. Draken, always close behind him, kept an eye on the rest of the group, ensuring no one got too rowdy.

Suddenly, his gaze shifted as he noticed movement near the shrine stairs. At first, he couldn’t make out who it was — the person was still too far away. But when a loud, clear “MANJIRO SANO” echoed across the quiet shrine, he knew exactly who it was.

The whole group froze.

Heads turned in unison, eyes wide as they realized it was none other than Mikey’s girlfriend — and she was not happy.

Draken’s eyes flicked to Mikey, who had stopped mid-sentence, his smirk fading into something more cautious. You walked through the crowd of Toman members, your steps deliberate and filled with an icy determination. The guys instinctively parted to make room, stepping aside like a wave in front of you.

“Mikey, what the hell...” Mitsuya, one of the vice-captains, started to speak, but the instant your angry glare landed on him, he went silent. His words died in his throat, and he wisely shut up, not wanting to get between you and whatever had set you off.

Everyone knew who Mikey’s “wife” was — that teasing nickname for you when you and Mikey went official. And normally, you were the sweetest girl anyone could meet. The kind of girl they'd run into on a late-night walk down the city, smiling and saying hello to everyone. But the guys also knew that when you were angry, nobody wanted to be near you. You didn’t need to use your fists to make your point. Your words were sharp enough to cut through anything.

And in that moment, every single one of them could tell that Mikey had messed up big time. Especially when you called him by his full name.

You reached the stairs where Mikey stood, the air around you heavy with the tension that had suddenly gripped the whole shrine. You didn’t shout — you didn’t need to. Your cold gaze alone sent a wave of fear through him. With barely a whisper, you spoke. “Where is my dorayaki that was on my counter this morning?”

The moment you asked, Mikey’s face paled slightly, and his usual confident demeanor cracked, just enough for Draken to notice the shift. He watched as Mikey's eyes darted around, his lips twitching, unsure of how to respond.

“Baby… I don’t… know what you’re talking about,” Mikey said, his voice a little shakier than usual — nothing loud enough for the others to catch, but Draken saw it. Mikey was genuinely scared.

Your gaze never wavered. Your face remained hard, and you took a step closer, your eyes locked on his. “Don’t you dare lie to me.”

The silence in the air was thick, and even the usual chatter between the Toman members had died down, everyone sensing that this was no ordinary disagreement. Mikey swallowed hard, his confident smirk gone. “Baby…”

The way you stood there — unmoving, your voice cold, your anger barely contained — made Mikey’s insides twist. The entire shrine had become a pressure cooker, and it felt like you were the only one in control.

He hesitated, then took a step closer, moving down a single stair. His eyes never left yours, but you stood firm, arms crossed tightly in front of your chest. “I’m sorry, baby,” Mikey said, his voice softer now. “I didn’t know those were yours.” He took another step toward you, trying to ease the tension, his usual carefree attitude replaced with a hint of concern.

Big mistake.

Without warning, you lunged forward, grabbing his ear in a swift motion. “How dare you eat my sweets?” you hissed, your grip firm enough to make him wince. “I’d been looking forward to that all day, Manjiro.”

His face contorted in pain, but it was the way you were looking at him — that cold, steely gaze — that made him feel the full force of your anger. He knew he’d messed up, and now he was paying the price.

“I’m sorry, princess,” Mikey groaned, wincing under your tight grip. “I swear, they were making fun of me, telling me I should eat them. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. I’ll never do it again.”

But you weren’t having any of it. The pain in his ear intensified as you squeezed harder. “Don’t. Ever. Do. That. Again.”

Finally, with a final, sharp tug, you let go of his ear. It was red, and Mikey winced as he rubbed it, his eyes still apologetic. But before you could even begin to walk away, Mikey quickly grabbed your wrist, holding you in place.

You shot him a glare, making it clear with a look that he needed to think very carefully about what he was doing next. “Let go of me,” you muttered, your voice low but threatening.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” Mikey murmured, his voice softening as he pulled you closer, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You closed your eyes at the sensation, your body relaxing just a little bit as your frustration started to melt away. A heavy sigh left your lips as you opened your eyes, staring at him again. “You better make it up to me, or you can sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Ouch,” Draken heard Chifuyu mutter under his breath, a small laugh following. The tension in the air had slightly lifted, but it was clear Mikey wasn’t off the hook yet.

“I won’t do it again,” Mikey promised, his voice soft and sincere. His grip on your wrist loosened as his hand moved gently to your face. “But please… don’t call me by my first name again. I’m sorry, baby.”

Before you could say anything, Mikey leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips. It was warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the anger that had flared moments ago. You kissed him back, your hand moving to the side of his face, your thumb gently caressing his cheek.

“If you ever do this again,” you warned, pulling back slightly but keeping your hand on his face, “I will be your worst nightmare.”

Mikey smirked, his usual cocky confidence returning — just a little bit — as he leaned down to kiss you again. This time, the kiss was brief but meaningful, and when you pulled away, you dropped onto the last step of the shrine, sitting down with a sigh.

Mikey removed his jacket, draping it over your shoulders with a small, playful smile. “Alright, I’m gonna finish the meeting now. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

With that, Mikey turned back to the group, his usual carefree attitude settling back into place, but he kept a soft smile on his face, knowing he’d narrowly escaped a much worse fate.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

The Bonten boardroom was thick with tension — dark suits, whispered strategies, and Mikey’s dead-eyed stare at the head of the table.

Sanzu leaned back in his seat, legs kicked up on the polished wood, twirling a butterfly knife in his fingers like the meeting was background noise. Casual, cocky — typical.

That is, until the doors slammed open with a force that made Koko flinch and Rindou instinctively reach for his gun.

Every head turned.

And there you were.

Hair wind-blown, heels echoing like gunshots, expression locked in one single mood: rage.

You didn’t even glance at the others — your eyes zeroed in on one person only.

"Haruchiyo. Sanzu."

His knife stilled mid-spin.

He blinked. Tilted his head.

“Ohhh?” he drawled, an unstable grin curling onto his lips. “Full name… in front of my coworkers? What’d I do this time, doll?”

You marched right up to him and — crack.

The slap rang out, sharp and echoing. The room went dead silent. Even Mikey raised an eyebrow.

Sanzu didn’t move. Just slowly turned his head back toward you, a red mark blooming on his cheek — and a completely unhinged smile spreading across his face.

“Oh, you’re so hot when you’re mad.”

That did not help.

“Don’t you dare,” you growled, eyes blazing. “You forgot. You forgot our anniversary, Haruchiyo. You left me sitting alone at a reservation you made, looking like an idiot. You’ve done a lot of reckless shit, but this—this is what I don’t forgive.”

Sanzu opened his mouth to joke again, but one look at your face — how your voice wavered just slightly at the end — and something actually clicked.

He stood slowly, grin slipping into something more serious. His usual cockiness twisted with confusion and guilt.

“I—shit,” he muttered. “I didn’t forget, I just—no. No, I did forget.”

You scoffed, turned on your heel.

“I’m done. Don’t worry — you’ll have time to spin your knife and play gangster without having to think about me ever again.”

You were almost to the door when Mikey spoke — quietly, but with weight.

“Sanzu.”

He froze.

“If you don’t fix this in the next ten minutes, don’t come back to the table.”

Everyone else stayed silent. They knew what that meant.

Sanzu blinked at his boss, then at you. He dragged a hand down his face. Then he was moving — fast.

You didn’t make it to the elevator.

A hand caught your wrist, not rough but firm.

“Wait,” he said, and for once, his voice wasn’t teasing. It was low. Serious. “I messed up. I know I did. You wanna break my nose next? Fine. You want a real apology? Give me tonight. Just tonight. I’ll fix it.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I should walk out.”

“But you haven’t,” he said softly, tugging you closer, his other hand cradling the side of your face — right where your anger had turned his cheek red. “Which means I’ve still got a chance.”

You didn’t answer.

He leaned closer.

“Let me take you somewhere. Right now. Fuck the meeting. Mikey already said I’m screwed either way.”

You bit your lip. Still furious. Still hurt.

But his eyes — sharp, wild, pleading — were locked on yours like nothing else in the world mattered.

“…One chance,” you muttered.

“That’s all I need.”

And with that, he dragged you out by the hand — past a stunned Bonten, past Mikey’s amused smirk — ready to blow more money than sense fixing the night he should’ve never forgotten.

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Kokonoi Hajime:

Your afternoon was peaceful — warm tea, a half-read book, and your favorite playlist humming in the background.

Then your phone buzzed.

One alert. Then two. Then three.

“Transaction approved: ¥1,850,000 – Interior Luxury Aquatics.” “Your Bonten BlackCard was used at ‘KoiWorld Tokyo’.” “Estimated delivery scheduled for this evening.”

You stared at your phone, blinking slowly like it might explain itself.

It did not.

Instead, it showed a picture of a koi pond with custom underwater lighting, soundproof filtration, and a caption that read:

“Perfect centerpiece for a modern bathroom space.”

You stood up so fast your tea nearly spilled.

And you marched straight into the living room, already yelling.

“Hajime Kokonoi!”

He was lounging like royalty — silk pajama pants, socks mismatched (as always), hair perfectly in place even though he’d clearly done nothing all day. The TV was on but muted, and he was scrolling through his tablet like a man deep in international finance — or TikTok, it was hard to tell with him.

At the sound of his full name, he froze.

Then looked up, slow and cautious. “...Was it something I bought? Or something I said while half-asleep? Be honest. I need context before I defend myself.”

You held up your phone like a prosecutor presenting evidence. “A koi pond, Hajime?”

He tilted his head. “Ah. The koi pond.”

“Oh, there are others?”

“No. Not yet. But imagine the possibilities.”

You gave him a look that could set fire to expensive wallpaper. “In the guest bathroom?”

“Listen, listen, I thought it through. It’s the smallest bathroom, right? So guests don’t spend too long in there scrolling through TikTok. But if you give them a calming aquatic feature to look at while they—”

“—you’re describing bathroom fish therapy right now.”

“Exactly! You get it!” He beamed like he’d invented sliced bread. “It’s innovation, babe.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “We agreed — no more extravagant impulse buys without telling each other. You promised after the rotating crystal gin shelf.”

“But that one was sick. Admit it.”

“It plays Beyoncé when it opens.”

“Luxury,” he said, dead serious.

You paced the room, already imagining poor houseguests slipping on wet tiles while koi fish stared them down in judgment. “This isn’t about fish, Hajime. This is about you not listening. Again. You can’t fix a boring bathroom by throwing seven fish in it and hoping for ambiance.”

He rose from the couch, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay. Okay. I hear you. Maybe it was a little… extra.”

“A little?”

“They gave me a discount if I named one of the koi after myself.”

You stared. “You’re putting a fish in a bathroom and naming it Hajime?”

“Well, I was... but I’ll rename him if it’ll help my case. What about... ‘I’m sorry’?”

You were trying so hard not to laugh, and he knew it. He stepped closer, slipping his arms around your waist as your resolve crumbled slightly.

“Babe,” he said softly, brushing a kiss against your temple, “I’ll cancel the installation if it really bothers you. Or I’ll move it to the terrace. Or build the koi a private spa in the guest bedroom. Whatever you want.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But I’m cute,” he added with a wink.

You sighed. “If I ever see you spending seven figures on fish again, I’m calling you Hajime in front of Mikey. In front of everyone.”

He gasped. “That’s cold.”

“Even colder than koi water.”

“Okay, now that was hot. Use that in bed later.”

You smacked his arm, but you were laughing now. And he was grinning like a man who knew exactly how to get away with murder (and koi ponds).

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Mitsuya Takashi:

It was a quiet evening in the Mitsuya household. The living room was glowing warm with fairy lights, soft music hummed from the record player, and the faint scent of freshly brewed tea drifted from the kitchen.

You were sitting on the couch, waiting.

Waiting… and waiting.

The lasagna you had lovingly made was slowly getting cold, the table set with care — candles, folded napkins, even that dumb little place card he always laughed about that said “Takashi ”.

But he was late.

Not just ten-minutes-late.

We’re talking an hour and twenty-seven minutes late, and he hadn’t even texted.

You were just about to wrap the food up in cling wrap out of pure spite when the front door clicked open.

You didn’t even look up when you heard the soft, familiar thud of his boots being kicked off.

“Baaabe, I’m home—”

“Takashi Mitsuya.”

The way you said it — calm, measured, yet dangerously poised — made him freeze in the doorway, jacket half-off one arm.

He blinked. “...Oh. Wow. The full name.”

You finally turned around.

He looked guilty as hell.

“I…” He cleared his throat. “Forgot?”

You crossed your arms.

Mitsuya walked slowly into the room, holding up both hands like you were a wild animal he didn’t want to spook. “Okay, in my defense—”

“You promised,” you said, voice soft but stern. “You literally promised you'd be home on time. And I didn’t even burn the lasagna this time.”

He winced. “I know. I know. Toman meeting ran late, then I got caught up helping Hakkai fix a shirt for his date, and then I couldn’t find my phone in all the fabric and—yeah, okay, I’m gonna stop talking.”

You stared for a moment longer before turning away, muttering, “It’s fine. I should’ve expected it. You’re the one who’s always taking care of everyone.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then:

“...Is this the part where you scold me more? Or kiss me?”

You blinked, turning slowly.

Mitsuya was grinning now — boyish and warm, clearly testing the waters, but sincere under it all. “Because you only ever call me Takashi Mitsuya when it’s one of those.”

You tried not to smile. Tried.

“Depends. Do you think you deserve a kiss right now?”

He walked right up to you, slipping his arms around your waist and leaning his forehead against yours.

“I deserve a chance to earn one,” he said softly.

You exhaled a little laugh, eyes half-lidded. “You always say the right thing.”

“I sew for a living, baby. I know how to thread things carefully.”

“Gross.”

“You love it.”

You did. So much it hurt sometimes.

You leaned up and kissed him — just once — before whispering near his ear, “You’re heating up that lasagna yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh — and dishes too.”

He groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “You really know how to punish a man.”

“You forgot our dinner date. I’m letting you off easy.”

“I know. And I’m grateful.” He paused, pulling back with a soft smile. “But don’t stop calling me by my full name. It sounds really hot when you’re mad.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away — but not before tossing back a teasing, “Takashi Mitsuya, you’re impossible.”

His grin was full of love.

And this time, he didn't miss dinner.

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

You had left the apartment for thirty minutes.

Just thirty.

Enough time to grab your package from the post office, pick up snacks, and come back to what was supposed to be a chill movie night.

What you came back to instead... was chaos.

There was flour. Everywhere.

The cat — who looked like it had fought in the Great Pastry War — bolted past you with a string of dough wrapped around its leg. The TV was paused on a baking tutorial. The counters were stacked with bowls, some with batter, one suspiciously empty, and—

Oh no.

“CHIFUYU MATSUNO.”

A loud bang echoed from the kitchen.

You stormed in, and there he was: wide-eyed, mid-mixer, flour smudged on his cheek, apron crooked, and a cake that had clearly imploded in the oven behind him.

He blinked. “Okay, so—”

“Don’t you ‘okay, so’ me.”

“Before you get mad—”

“I left you alone for half an hour. I asked you to boil pasta. Not—what is this? A Great British Bake-Off rejection arc?”

He pointed to the collapsed cake like it betrayed him personally. “That was supposed to be a surprise! I was trying to make that caramel lava thing you said looked good—”

“By summoning Satan into the batter?”

He scratched the back of his head, sheepish. “...It did make a weird noise.”

You stared, exasperated beyond words. “And the cat?”

“Okay, the cat part wasn’t me. Technically. I dropped the cream. She jumped in.”

“Chifuyu, she looks like a haunted marshmallow.”

He stepped forward, laughing nervously, reaching out to brush flour off your jacket like that would somehow make up for it. “But babe... I did it for you.”

“You did arson in my kitchen for me?”

“Not arson! It’s creative expression!”

“You lit an oven mitt on fire!”

“Small fire. Controlled. Kinda.” His eyes sparkled with that grin that made you weak in the knees and homicidal at the same time. “But I mean... you’re not that mad, right?”

You raised your brows.

He smirked. “Because you called me Chifuyu Matsuno. Which you only do when you’re two seconds from either throwing me out the window or kissing me.”

“Guess which one I’m leaning toward.”

He leaned in, pressing a quick floury kiss to your cheek. “Kiss, obviously. You can’t resist me when I’m covered in catastrophe.”

You sighed, letting your forehead rest against his. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know. Now help me clean this up and I’ll order your favorite ramen. Double miso, no mushrooms.”

“Fine. But you’re on cat-cleanup duty.”

Chifuyu looked over at the flour-coated feline, now trying to eat a whisk.

“...I deserve that.”

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Kazutora Hanemiya:

You hadn’t meant to yell.

You hadn’t even meant to cry.

But when Kazutora walked in that night — shoulders slumped, knuckles red, hoodie pulled low to hide the bruising on his jaw — something inside you snapped.

He hadn’t answered your calls. Not one.

Hours of silence.

And then he just showed up, like he hadn’t disappeared again. Like he didn’t know what that kind of silence did to someone who loved him.

You stood there in the dim light of the apartment, arms crossed tightly, trying to hold yourself together as the door clicked shut behind him.

And then it happened.

“Kazutora Hanemiya.”

He flinched. Visibly.

The sound of his full name — sharp, deliberate, and full of everything you were holding back — cut through the room like a knife.

He didn’t look up at first. Didn’t meet your eyes.

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. I thought—” You swallowed hard. “I thought something happened.”

He dropped his bag wordlessly by the door.

“I told you,” you said, quieter now, voice thick, “I told you the last time — I can’t go through that kind of fear again. Not from you. Not when I—”

He finally looked up.

And god, his eyes were tired.

Not physically — but in that way Kazutora always got when his mind spiraled too fast for him to grab onto anything stable. That distant, fragile expression that said I don't know how to stay, even when I want to.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he murmured. “I lost control again. And I just... I didn’t want to ruin the one good thing I have.”

You blinked away tears. “So your solution was to disappear? Do you know what that does to me?”

He took a shaky step forward, hands half-raised like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you.

“I’m not used to someone worrying about me,” he said, broken-soft. “Not like you do.”

You finally let out a breath that felt like it had been sitting in your chest for hours. “Then get used to it, Kazutora. Because I’m not going anywhere. But I need you to stop running like I’m going to disappear the second you mess up.”

He stared at you like you were the only solid thing in a world that always shifted beneath his feet.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just... I get scared.”

You stepped toward him, gently placing your hand on his bruised cheek. “So do I. Every time you shut down like this.”

“I’ll try,” he breathed. “For you.”

You nodded, eyes softening. “And stop flinching when I say your full name. I only do it when I need you to listen.”

“I hear you,” he said, eyes closing as he leaned into your palm. “I hear you now.”

And in that quiet room, he finally let himself fall — not into chaos, not into guilt — but into you.

And for once, he didn’t run.

_________________________________________________________________________

Ran Haitani:

The night had started out like any other, with Ran’s usual charm and swagger as he wrapped you in his arms and promised to make it home on time. He even kissed you goodbye with that mischievous grin that made your heart race.

But now, here you were — standing alone in the dimly lit apartment, the cool silence pressing down on you as the hours ticked by.

Your patience had worn thin.

You had trusted him, even though you knew how unpredictable things could get when his brother, Rindou, was involved. You trusted that he would be there when he said he would.

But as the clock struck midnight, that familiar feeling settled in the pit of your stomach — the feeling that Ran wasn’t coming home.

Not again.

You were done being patient. Done waiting for a man who promised the world and never quite delivered. And so, with a heavy sigh, you grabbed your coat and stormed out the door.

You didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you needed answers.

When you arrived at the underground club, where you knew Ran usually wound up after a Toman meeting, the last thing you expected to see was him sitting in a corner booth — alone. His head was tilted back, staring up at the ceiling as if the world didn’t matter.

Your heart skipped a beat, and every step toward him felt like a weight you couldn’t shake.

You were angry. You were hurt. But mostly, you were tired.

As soon as you reached the booth, Ran’s eyes flicked toward you, and for a brief moment, you could see the shock on his face. His perfect smile faltered.

“Y/N?” His voice was low, and there was something about the way he said your name — like it was the first time he was seeing you in forever. But you didn’t want to hear his soft tone anymore.

“Ran Haitani,” you said, your voice cutting through the thick air like a blade. The use of his full name — not the teasing “Ran” or the quiet “baby” you usually called him — hit him harder than any punch.

His brows furrowed, and he stood up slowly. “Babe... what’s wrong?”

You glared at him, taking a step closer, voice shaking with both fury and raw emotion. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong, Ran? You’re what’s wrong.”

He recoiled slightly, as if the force of your words physically struck him.

“I don’t know why I keep letting you hurt me,” you continued, your voice rising in volume. “You make promises, and then you break them. You show up late, and when you finally do, you expect me to just forget that you were never here. You expect me to wait around like everything is fine.”

Ran’s eyes softened, and he reached out to you, but you pulled back before he could touch you. His hand froze in mid-air, a silent apology hanging between you.

You stepped closer, lowering your voice to a near-whisper, but there was still so much fire in it. “You think you’re the only one with a past full of mistakes, don’t you? You think I don’t know what it’s like to be scared of falling — to be scared that I’m not enough, or that you’ll just leave like everyone else?”

He closed the space between you, finally taking your hands in his with an urgency that made your heart skip. “Y/N, I never wanted to hurt you. But I do.”

His confession was raw, too much to take in at once, and for a moment, you couldn’t even breathe.

“I try. I really do. But when I get caught up in all the shit — with Rindou, with Toman... with everything I’ve built around myself — I forget what matters most. You. You matter the most.”

You didn’t know if you should believe him. You didn’t know if you could let him back in without getting hurt again.

“Don’t shut me out, Y/N,” Ran whispered, voice hoarse, hands tightening around yours. “Not again. I can’t lose you.”

The tension in the room thickened, but then Ran did something you didn’t expect. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His breath was warm against your neck, his heart pounding against your chest.

“Please... don’t leave me.” His voice cracked, and you felt it deep in your soul.

You didn’t push him away. You didn’t pull back.

Because despite everything, you didn’t want to lose him either.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound between you the quiet thrum of his heartbeat, his arms keeping you close as if you might slip away if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

And then, with his forehead resting against yours, he murmured softly, “I know I messed up. But I swear, Y/N, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m yours.”

You closed your eyes, exhaling the breath you’d been holding. “You better. Because I won’t be here forever if you keep doing this to me.”

Ran’s lips gently pressed to your forehead, his voice full of sincerity. “I know. And I won’t give you a reason to walk away again. I’ll make it right, I promise.”

And in that moment, with all the weight of his past and yours hanging in the air, you allowed yourself to believe him.

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Rindou Haitani:

It was supposed to be a calm, easy evening. You and Rindou had been planning a low-key night, just the two of you. No Bonten meetings. No wild distractions. Just takeout and a movie.

But as usual, things never went according to plan when Rindou was involved.

The door slammed open. There he was — looking like a mess.

You had barely taken a bite of your food before your phone buzzed with an unknown number.

“Where are you?” it read. “Don't wait up for me.”

That was it.

You hadn’t seen him for hours, and now he was texting you this?

By the time he came back home, you were already on edge. You had done your best to keep cool, but when Rindou walked in with a smug grin on his face, late as usual, you had had enough.

You didn’t even look up from the couch. You were too busy staring at your phone, pretending you weren’t fuming.

“What, no welcome home kiss?” Rindou teased, swaggering into the living room. He tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and cracked his neck. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”

And that was when it happened.

“Rindou Haitani.”

The words came out sharper than you intended, and you instantly saw the flicker of shock in his eyes. He froze, his playful smirk faltering as he processed your tone.

He blinked. “Full name now? Damn, I really messed up this time, huh?”

You stood up, your body trembling with barely contained anger. “You disappear for hours, and when you finally show up, you think you can just—” You threw your hands up in the air. “You think you can just act like it’s nothing? Like I’m just supposed to keep waiting around while you do whatever the hell you want?”

Rindou chuckled nervously, but there was a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze now. “Hey, come on, don’t be like that. I was busy, okay? Things came up.”

“Busy?” You scoffed, taking a step closer to him. “You’re always busy, Rindou. With meetings, with Bonten, with whatever the hell else you’re involved in! You never have time for me anymore.”

The grin on his face faltered for a second, but it was quickly replaced by an almost defiant look. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to treat me like I’m nothing when I’ve been nothing but patient with you. I’m tired of being the afterthought, Rindou.”

And that was when it clicked for him. The words you had said, the weight in your voice — it was real.

But instead of apologizing, instead of stepping back, Rindou did something that took you completely off guard.

He reached out and yanked you toward him, pinning you against his chest. The surprise left your lips, but you didn’t have time to react before he kissed you.

It was a kiss full of desperation — lips crashing into yours as if he was trying to prove something. His hands were urgent, tugging at your shirt like he couldn’t quite get close enough.

You pushed against his chest, trying to break free, but the more you struggled, the tighter he held you. “Rindou, get off me—”

“No,” he muttered, his voice low, his grip on your waist firm. “I’m not letting you go this time.”

And it hit you like a wave. He wasn’t doing this out of arrogance — he was doing it because he didn’t know any other way to fix things.

Finally, you stopped fighting. The anger drained from your body, replaced with something softer — but still, you weren’t going to make it easy on him.

You pulled away slightly, breathless. “You can’t keep doing this, Rindou. You can’t just waltz in here and think everything’s fine.”

He rested his forehead against yours, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair. “I know. I know. I’m an idiot, okay? I’m sorry.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Just a ‘sorry’? After everything?”

He smirked. “Well, it’s a start.”

A small laugh escaped you despite yourself. “You really are something else.”

But before you could fully process the situation, he had you pinned again, this time with a playful grin.

“You really know how to make a guy work for it,” Rindou teased, his voice now back to its usual teasing tone.

You sighed, shaking your head, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he leaned in, kissing your forehead lightly, “you’re still not getting rid of me.”

“Damn right,” you muttered, “But don’t think this is over. You’re going to have to earn back my trust.”

Rindou’s eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint, but underneath it, you could see the sincerity — for once, he wasn’t just playing games. He was all in, even if he was chaotic about it.

“Fine,” he grinned, pulling you back into his arms. “But I’ll make sure to do it in the most dramatic way possible.”

“Of course you will.”

And despite everything — the mess, the chaos, the late nights — you couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real between you two. Even if it was a little messy.

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Izana Kurokawa:

You were fuming. It wasn't anything big, but it was the little things that piled up, and today, Izana had done one too many. He’d left his dirty clothes everywhere, again. His shoes were in the living room, and the smell of his cologne still lingered in the hallway like he thought he was some sort of royalty. You had tried to be patient, but something snapped when you saw his jacket just thrown over the back of the couch, taking up space where you wanted to sit.

"Izana Kurokawa!" you exclaimed, hands on your hips as you marched into the living room.

Izana was lounging on the couch, completely unaware of the storm brewing. He didn’t even glance up when you said his full name—just continued scrolling on his phone with his signature lazy grin.

You crossed your arms tighter, glaring at him. "Do you have to leave your stuff everywhere? How many times do I have to tell you?"

He finally looked up, unfazed. “Mmm… I think you’ve told me about three times already,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “But you know, I just can’t help it. I like to make myself comfortable.”

That was the moment it became clear to you that he was teasing you. Your irritation deepened. “Comfortable? I swear, you think everything should revolve around you!”

You could feel yourself getting worked up, but instead of saying anything else, you turned your back and started picking up his things, throwing them in his direction.

Izana sat up, suddenly intrigued. His eyes narrowed playfully as he watched you continue your mini-rampage. “You look cute when you're angry, you know that?”

That did it. You whirled around to face him, pointing a finger in his direction. “Izana Kurokawa, you better—”

But before you could finish, Izana was up in a flash, crossing the space between you in an instant. With a grin that could melt anyone's heart, he cupped your face gently, pulling you in for a kiss.

It was slow at first, a quiet moment that silenced your angry thoughts, his lips warm against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as the tension in your body melted away, and for a second, all you could feel was his touch.

You pulled away slightly, breathing a little heavier, and without thinking, you snapped, “You can’t just kiss your way out of everything, you know.”

Izana ignored you completely, smiling wider as his hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you back in for another kiss, this one deeper, making you forget the very reason you were mad in the first place.

When he pulled away, you were slightly breathless, your frustration evaporating into a faint smile despite yourself.

He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with that familiar playful glint. “I can and will kiss my way out of anything,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But hey, I’ll pick up my stuff, okay? No need to get so worked up over my shoes.”

You blinked at him, trying to hold onto your frustration, but it was like trying to keep sand in your hands. “Izana...”

He kissed you once more, interrupting your half-hearted protest. “Shh, it’s fine, babe. Don’t worry about it. I’ll even go get your favorite snack later, just to make up for it.”

You sighed, trying not to smile as you pushed against his chest, though there was no real strength behind it. “You really know how to get out of trouble, don’t you?”

Izana grinned and gave you another quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting on the small of your back. “What can I say? It’s a gift. Now… let’s go get those snacks I promised. You’ll forget all about my shoes.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. As much as you tried to stay annoyed, Izana had that effect on you. He knew how to turn even the most frustrating moments into something playful and lighthearted.

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reissancesstuff · 2 months ago

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How Mikey Got His Wife (Against All Odds)

The first time you met Manjiro Sano, you had no idea who he was.

Well, correction: you knew he was someone. The guy had swagger, an aura of danger, white hair that looked too pretty for his attitude, and an expression like the world bored him to death.

What you didn’t know was that he was that Manjiro Sano. Bonten’s leader. Japan’s most dangerous crime boss. Someone who could literally blink and make people disappear.

And you? You were a barista. Working the morning shift, half-asleep, armed with nothing but caffeine and sarcasm.

So when the man strutted in, cut the entire line, and leaned against the counter with an arrogant tilt of his head—you didn’t even flinch.

"You gonna pay for that coffee? Or are you just here to stand around and look mysterious?"

The room went dead silent.

You didn’t notice the flinch from the guy in the suit behind him. Or how the woman next to you suddenly ducked.

Mikey, however, blinked.

His head tilted. Just slightly. He looked you over. And for the first time in years, his lips twitched.

"What if I like standing around?"

You squinted. "Then stand over there. After you pay."

He paid. Silently. Didn’t say another word. But he came back the next day. And the next. And the one after that.

Sometimes he ordered the same drink. Sometimes he just stared at you, sat in a booth, arms crossed, like you were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

You ignored him. Mostly. Gave him nicknames like "pouty gremlin" or "white-haired menace" under your breath.

Until one day, you saw him again. Not in the café. Not in his fancy coat.

He was bleeding.

It was a rainy night, and you were walking home when you found him slouched in an alley, breathing heavy, eyes sharp even through the pain.

"Oh my god—are you okay?"

He looked up. Recognized you. Still tried to play it cool.

"It's nothing."

"Nothing?! You look like you got run over by a truck. Twice."

You dragged him to your apartment. Cleaned him up. Forced him to sit still.

"You know, for someone who looks like a villain, you bleed like everyone else."

He snorted. "You talk too much."

"And you sulk too much."

He didn’t leave for a while. Slept on your couch. Ate your instant ramen. Watched movies with a permanent scowl, until he started actually laughing.

And one day, out of nowhere, he just—

"You’re mine now."

You looked up from your cereal. "Huh?"

Mikey didn’t even blink. "You’re mine. Don’t make me repeat it."

"Is that your version of a proposal or a threat?"

"Yes."

And somehow, from that moment on, he just... never left.

The Bonten execs were horrified. Some were in denial. Sanzu needed a week to recover.

But Mikey? Mikey was obsessed. Protective. Clingy.

He dragged you into his world, but made sure you were untouchable.

The first time someone called you "Mrs. Sano," you almost spit out your drink.

But Mikey just nodded proudly. Arm around your waist. Dead serious.

"Damn right. That’s my wife."

(And you never had to pay for coffee again.)

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joonipertree · 2 years ago

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Imagine being Mikey's girlfriend and having so many teenagers giving you respect as if you're the leader of the number one biker gang in Tokyo.

Imagine how confused everyone in your school is when a group of bulky, testosterone filled, aggressive high schoolers come and bow at a 90° angle. You're staring with reddened cheeks because ???????????

But they're off to go to class without a word, muttering to themselves. Your classmates and friends are like: "dude what the fuck happened?" and you're like "I don't even know."

Then some fuckers come and offer to hold your bag for you? To get you lunch? Someone gave you their bento? And everyone starts noticing how it's only the delinquents that do it. Mostly the ones wearing the Tokyo Manji uniform.

If there's a Toman member in class, you bet your ass they'd threaten the teacher for you. Like "They got that answer right!!" and you're like "no!!! I didn't!!!"

You're so scared your teachers were gonna give you detention. Or call your parents to let them know their child had a gaggle of delinquents doing their bidding.

God, imagine if they call you a title. Like "princess" or something. I can't even think of a title suited for this. But like something cringey that gets you annoyed and the clueless people around you start having even weirder theories.

Biggest one? You're the Yakuza's daughter.

IMAGINE!!!! IF SOME OF THE TOMAN INNER CIRCLE WERE THERE SJSNSNSJKSKWKA

I'm imagining Baji and chifuyu laughing their ass off in the corner, on the floor, gasping for air. And when you notice them, you run and ask if they had anything to do with this.

Baji wishes and chifuyu was growing purple from lack of oxygen. You kicked at them and wacked them with your book. WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE BECAUSE YOUR FELLOW STUDENTS ARE SEEING U BEAT UP GANG MEMBERS. YOURE A RAGING MONSTER IN THEIR EYES NOW.

If the toman members see this, do you think they'd be afraid of you? They'd be shaking in their boots at someone most likely half their size and that couldn't even win an arm wrestling match.

You'd ask Baji and chifuyu to tell them to stop. They would very loudly call you princess and run away cackling.

I'm pretty sure in highschool, the inner circle go to the same school. I don't remember but Takemitchy, Hakkai and Chifuyu go to the same school right?

If you think Takemitchy would help, chifuyu convinced him not to. Anyone else there is just someone you couldn't get a hold of. And you just ended up ignoring the delinquents and going about your day. Which just made you look like even more of a gang leader, walking down a hallway with a blank stare while people around you bowed.

Some non delinquents call you princess and you're telling them that "no, it's a prank. A sick joke that my boyfriend is playing on me."

People realise very quickly why you were being treated like royalty when the school day ended.

Because lo and behold, The Invincible Mikey was standing at the gate, leaning against his infamous bike as he waited for you. People just stopped and stared, not bothering leaving the vicinity, out of curiosity and maybe fear.

You see Mikey and start stomping towards him, everyone holding their breath because 'the yakuzas daughter was going head to head with the captain of the Tokyo Manji Gang.'

But Mikey was smiling brightly, arms open for a hug as he made grabby hands at you.

You came close and kicked him on the shin.

I honestly can't imagine everyone's reaction. Stunned silence. It's a sense of doom I think. A sense of 'rest in peace'. But also, the utter shock and respect you'd just accumulated from your peers in a second. You had some mad fucking balls to do that shit. Even full grown adults wouldn't do something like that to Sano Manjiro. People were ready to join your followers and praise you.

The kick was weak by the way, Mikey didn't even flinch. He just looked confused and then you ranted to him about your day and suddenly he was fully relying on his Babu to hold him up. Because my god, was he laughing his ass off. He couldn't breathe.

If Ken-chin was with him, let's be honest he would be, the man would also be on his knees dying of laughter. Just...imagine every Toman member that's part of the inner circle.... laughing vehemently at you for this.

With grumbles and glares, you try walking home by yourself but Mikey is quick to pull you back into his arms. His laughter hadn't stopped but he was leaning on you now.

The way one sinewy hand was on your waist while the other was tangled in your hair...made it very clear what you guys were to each other.

It was a collective 'oh.....oh' moment.

Mikey peppered many apologetic kisses on your cheeks and you whined about how embarrassing it was and how people were watching. Unbeknownst to you, Mikey had slyly made eye contact with anyone staring and glared daggers at them.

Ken-chin then decided to stand in front of the two of you and throw daggers at the on lookers for him.

And as much as you wanted to push away, you leant into his kisses and let him give you one on the nose and forehead. He tasted sweet on your lips too and your arms were around his neck, pulling away to stop the boy from going overboard like he always did.

"I'll treat you to lunch to make up for it?" Mikey whisperer gently, eyes soft and lovesick.

"Promise to call a meeting and tell everyone to stop?"

Mikey snorted, "Yes princess."

The punch on his arm was a lot harder. Mikey made an exaggerated pained expression, snickering to himself as he pulled you in close.

"It's not like it's a lie, though. You should be treated like royalty and have everyone do your bidding."

The blush that rose on your cheeks made his heart flutter.

"Only you can....treat me like that."

Oh he's not letting go of you any time soon.

Bonus: Later on, when you meet Baji and Chifuyu...they call you princess and burst out laughing. You promptly throw both of your shoes at them.

I also feel like if the Haitani brothers caught wind of this, it'd just be the worst for you. They are the snarkiest motherfuckers.

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hihikami · 2 months ago

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ꕮ how do they sleep with you? ft. tokyo rev!

he would surely cling to your body like a koala in need. Legs and arms, both of them could end up more than once on you. You also don't understand why it adopts abstract forms when he sleeping, and as long as you sleep with this being in the same bed you will never have your deserved share of sheet:

mickey, kazutora, baji, smiley, pahchin

he would give you your space in bed, although that doesn't free you from being imprisoned against his chest to feel your warmth. It is likely that he uses as an excuse that he's cold just to be clinging to you, when in fact he does it 'cause you transmit peace and security to him (and 'cause you assure him a better sleep):

chifuyu, sanzu, ran, kisaki, izana, takemichi, hanma, angry

lover to hear your heartbeat, that's why he creeps up to your chest level when you're fast asleep. Maybe he snores. He makes sure to guide your hand towards his hair for you to stroke it, staying on his side of the bed until dawn 'cause yes, discord doesn't exist with this man:

kakucho, draken, rindou, hakkai, mitsuya, naoto, pehyan

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cryinggirlnamedhelen · 4 months ago

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“did it all mean nothing to you?”

he looked at you once more, and though his expression didn’t change, his heart certainly did.

“no. it meant everything.”

michael kaiser, itoshi rin, ITOSHI SAE, karasu tabito (bllk), NANAMI KENTO, fushiguro toji, fushiguro megumi (jjk), LEVI ACKERMAN, s4 eren yeager (aot), MANJIRO SANO (tr)

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ceristelle · 10 days ago

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✧ IF ONLY YOU KNEW... ⇢ tokyo revengers

if only you knew all the ways he says he loves you without saying it. ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, takashi mitsuya & kazutora hanemiya

warnings: none

mikey doesn’t say much, but his silence has shape when it comes to you. like how he always texts to make sure you got home safely, even if he doesn’t ask how your day was. or how he’s saved the last bit of taiyaki for you more than once, which is surprising when you consider the fact he isn’t exactly the type to share his food. he backs it up by claiming he’s “sick of sweet stuff” even though you’ve seen him finish five in one sitting. mikey won’t say he’s worried, won’t say he misses you (yet)—but he’ll show up, helmet in hand, offering to take you wherever you want like he never left. if only you knew how often his quiet meant “i love you.”

draken is also another guy who won’t outright say he’s worried, but you can always tell when he is (he isn’t subtle). it’s in the way he lingers after you say you’re fine, eyes narrowing just a bit like he’s trying to figure out what you aren’t telling him. he always walks you home, even when you live in opposite directions. you can protest all you want, but you should know he won’t listen and before you know it, he’ll be standing behind you after classes, hand held out for you to give your bag to him. if you’re out late, he’ll find some excuse to “be in the same area”, too. draken won’t say much, just nudges your shoulder and grunt about how you should’ve called. anything could happen! he simply wants you to be safe. he pats your head gently before leaving each time, and only does after he sees you go inside your house and sent a text to reassure him that everything’s okay. if only you knew how much that meant coming from someone who protects everyone but lets himself be soft for you.

he acts like he doesn’t care, but we all know baji does. he complains when you mess with his hair (which, in your defense, was making it look better), but never pulls away. he grumbles when you steal food off his plate but always gives you the last bite. you’ve seen how reckless he is with himself and rough plays with others, but never with you. you’re the one thing he’s careful with. or at least, tries his best to. there will be times where he’ll accidentally clap your back a little too hard or grip your shoulder tight. in his mind he’s being gentle, even if it doesn’t feel like it. just explain to him and baji will listen with an undeniable pink hue decorated on his cheeks, mumbling but nodding along. he doesn’t call it love, he calls it “shut up and eat before it gets cold” or “text me when you’re home or i’m breaking your door down.” if only you knew how many times he’s rewritten an “i love you” into something less obvious, but just as true.

chifuyu doesn’t know how to hold back when it comes to you. he listens to every word like you’re giving some prophecy and he’s trying to figure out whatever deep meanings it holds, and remembers little things you didn’t think were important. he’ll walk across the city just to bring you a book you mentioned once or a snack you looked at for two seconds. he gets nervous sometimes, talks too much, tries too hard, but it’s only because he cares more than he knows how to handle. it’s endearing though. if you only noticed his hair combed perfectly and styled a bit different sometimes (to which he spent hours on and got help from baji), how, in a room, he gets lost by looking at you so much that only until someone yells in his ear he will snap out of it. when you’re quiet, he notices. when you smile, he beams and it’s so obvious that his friends tease him for being such a simp. if only you knew how often he falls in love with you in the middle of the most ordinary moments.

ever the observant type, mitsuya notices things about you without even trying. like when your shoulders tense, or when your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. he won’t ask right away, simply wait until it’s just the two of you and the moment feels right. he’ll offer you a cup of tea or ask if you’d like to see what he’s working on so far. his touch is featherlight as he gently guides your hands to feel where the fabric is felt the most, and would feel pleased if you ever ask him to teach you. he sews comfort into everything he gives, down to the little things he makes by hand just for you. mitsuya doesn’t say he’s proud of you often, but when he does, it’s always when you need it most. if only you knew how deeply he treasures you, and how effortlessly you became his safe place, too.

he doesn’t always get it right. sometimes kazutora says the wrong thing, sometimes the bells of his past ring too loud, but his heart is never unsure when it comes to you. he remembers your favorites, your habits, your fears. he touches things gently when you’re around, like he’s afraid of breaking anything you love. he genuinely wants to be the best version of himself when you’re near so you never think bad about him. and when he smiles at you, it’s different. softer and light, like puffy clouds. to him, you make the world feel a little less heavy. though he won’t always know how to say it, when he holds your hand like it keeps him tethered to reality, or looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him afloat—if only you knew how much of his heart already belongs to you without you realizing.

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kanyerealdaughter · 4 months ago

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— ★ TR BOYS KINKS

sexual content , cussing , oral (male receiving) , nipple play , size kink , face fucking , role playing , cum eating , praising , ( tr boys x fem,reader)

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— ✧.* NIPPLE PLAY KINK

love loves LOVES your perfect breasts small or large and even medium any size he reaches up and cups your breasts, squeezing them gently before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

" mmm, such perfect tits. so perfect..." he leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently.

he leans down and starts to lick your breasts, swirling his tongue around your hard nipples. he moves to your other side, sucking and biting gently to leave more hickeys.

he's marking you like an animal claiming his territory. he moves back to your breasts, sucking hard on your nipples to leave hickeys there too. " there we go... now it looks better.."

ׂ╰┈➤ mikey , chifuyu , naoto , rindou , inui , shinichiro , kakucho

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— ✧.* SIZE KINK

you're smaller than him and he likes it.. not actually he loves it he puts you down on his lap he shifts slightly, making sure you can feel his growing bulge against your thigh.

he squeezes your thighs, emphasizing his size difference but you don't really notice well.. you’re just used to it.

sometimes he hides your things just for the enjoy of you looking around, then asking for his help would never admit it though.

he purposefully takes his time reaching for the item, letting his hard cock press against your bare ass more firmly. he hovers over you intentionally to make you feel small and desired.

" you're so fucking gorgeous..." he says in a husky whisper, running his large hands down your bare arms.

ׂ╰┈➤ taiju , izana , hanma , ran , baji , draken , hakkai

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— ✧.* ROLE PLAY KINK

you brought up this idea to him he thought about it .. it wasn’t such a bad idea why not try it out?

he sits in the chair, stunned by your sudden movement and the sight of your cute, knee-high socks. as you unbuckle his pants, his mind races with excitement and anticipation. he grips the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white as you reveal his massive, throbbing erection.

a deep groan escapes his lips as your kitten-like lick meets his sensitive tip. his enormous cock twitches violently, reacting to the teasing contact. He looks down at you, his eyes glazed over with lust, watching your tiny, innocent-looking form kneeling between his powerful thighs. " fuck..."

he couldn’t help it and also couldn’t lie he was enjoying the role play but fuck your were teasing him he snapped.

his breathing becomes ragged and shallow, his abs tightening as he feels the familiar tingling sensation in his balls. he knows he's close, dangerously close to losing control and filling your tiny mouth with his seed. " shit... shit... i'm gonna cum..."

with a strangled groan, he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum directly into your throat. his massive cock pulses violently, pumping load after load of his essence into your tiny mouth.

he holds you firmly in place, ensuring every last drop is swallowed. " fuuuuck..."

ׂ╰┈➤ sanzu , mitsuya , kazutora , kisaki , kokonoi

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chalkscene · 2 years ago

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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

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“bad idea, right?” | manjiro sano x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: one text, one photo, and y/n’s back where she swore she’d never be—under mikey, in his car, forgetting every reason she left. they always crash back into each other, and this time’s no different.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, hinata tachibana, kakucho

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, college au, public sex (in a car), unprotected sex, rough sex, possessive behavior, degradation, recording during sex, mild exhibitionism, toxic relationship dynamics, marking (biting/hickeys), light humiliation, implied jealousy/territorial behavior, explicit language, explicit sexting, dom/sub undertones

notes: this is how i see manila! mikey behaves. anyways, enjoy the meal. <3

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“y/n!! get up!! you can’t seriously skip the year-end party—literally the entire university is there!”

hina’s voice rang out through the dorm like a fire alarm. she stood by y/n’s bed, arms crossed, glaring down at the human lump buried beneath layers of blankets.

“exactly why i’m not going!” y/n’s muffled voice came from under the covers. “everyone’s gonna be there. including that asshole manjiro sano. now leave me to rot in peace.”

it was new year’s eve. people outside were partying, counting down to midnight, kissing strangers. meanwhile, y/n was in her pajamas, refusing to move from the four corners of her room like some grumpy little hermit.

“it’s 7pm and you haven’t moved all day! this is non-negotiable!” hina barked as she ripped the blanket off, only for y/n to groan dramatically and slam a pillow over her face.

“ughhh!!! go awayyy!”

hina sighed. time to bring out her last card.

“i’ll pay for your boba tea. every friday. for a month.”

…silence.

then—zoom. y/n launched herself out of bed and sprinted to the shower like she was being chased by the devil himself.

hina burst out laughing. “works every time.”

fast forward to the party—some absolute legend apparently rented out the whole club, because this place? was insane. neon lights, blaring music, bodies everywhere. a walking health hazard, but make it aesthetic.

“okay… this isn’t bad,” y/n said, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed. but inside, she was already calculating how many free drinks she could milk before midnight.

hina, catching the bluff, just smirked. “yeah yeah, c’mon.” she dragged her inside.

they waded through a sea of familiar faces—classmates, org-mates, and people who definitely hated group work. y/n had her fair share of attention. after all, she did used to date the manjiro sano. yes, that one. toman’s golden boy. dating him made her untouchable. practically royalty.

…until he pulled the world’s biggest 180 and turned into a flaming dickhead. long live the bastard king.

as they made their way deeper into the club, y/n suddenly stopped in her tracks. and there he was.

manjiro sano.

tongue-deep in some random girl’s mouth, gripping her ass with one hand and holding a beer with the other.

and of course, he felt her staring. because mid-kiss, he opened one eye, locked eyes with y/n, and—smirked. didn’t even stop. just kept kissing the girl like she was the dessert and he skipped dinner.

y/n’s eye twitched. “you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

mikey whispered something to the girl, who nodded and walked off.

he made his way toward y/n, who was mentally preparing to commit a crime.

“fancy seeing you here, sexy,” he greeted, eyes sweeping her up and down like she was tonight’s main course. he took a swig from his drink like he wasn’t being the most annoying man alive.

“i’m leaving,” y/n snapped, rolling her eyes and turning on her heel.

but mikey grabbed her wrist, smiling like the menace he was.

“whoa, you just got here. don’t be rude, princess. at least stay for a drink at my party.”

“your party?” y/n said, deadpan. her glare shot straight to hina, who immediately avoided her gaze.

“oh my god—michi’s here i gotta go!! love you bye!!” hina bolted, abandoning y/n like a traitor in a rom-com.

“hina—!”

“guess it’s just you and me now, princess,” mikey grinned, sliding an arm around her and leaning in for a cheek kiss.

y/n expertly dodged, turning her face. he laughed, sighing like she wounded him, “ouch.”

she yanked his hand off her arm. “goodbye, sano. it was not nice seeing you.” she flashed him the fakest smile known to mankind and strutted off toward the bar.

“what happened to ‘babe’?!” mikey shouted after her, teasing like he wasn’t trying to ruin her entire night.

without missing a beat, y/n flipped him off.

happy new year indeed.

y/n and mikey started dating when they were freshies. he was the leader of toman, a walking campus legend, and getting girls was never an issue for him. but with y/n, it was different. she didn’t fall into his lap like the others—he had to work for it.

and once he got her? mikey didn’t look at anyone else. he was hooked. borderline obsessed.

but things started to fall apart during the second half of junior year. mikey changed. suddenly cold. distant. an absolute asshole with zero explanation. no fight. no cheating scandal. no closure. just… silence.

y/n tried to move on. keyword: tried.

because somehow, they always found their way back to each other—just to fall apart again. it was a toxic cycle at this point. push and pull, break up and make out. but this time, it’s been almost two months since they last talked. no calls. no run-ins. no stupid 2am texts. and y/n wanted to believe it was really over.

but mikey being mikey, nothing ever stayed peaceful for long.

tonight, she was drinking alone at the party, quietly downing her third glass when someone slid into the empty seat beside her.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”

kakucho.

“my plus one ditched me,” y/n chuckled, setting her drink down.

“was it hina? i saw you two come in together.”

“yup. she saw her boy and ran for her life,” she laughed.

“mind if i join you then?” he asked, nodding toward her drink.

“not like we’re strangers, silly,” y/n said, motioning for him to sit.

they drank. talked. joked around. kakucho was easy to talk to—chill, smooth, and definitely hot. but just as y/n was starting to relax, her phone buzzed on the table.

contact name: dni

she didn’t even have to look.

manjiro sano.

rolling her eyes, she ignored it. not tonight.

but then it buzzed again. and again.

and again.

and this time, it wasn’t another text—her phone was ringing. he was calling.

kakucho raised an eyebrow. “uh… i think you should get that. might be urgent?”

“just one sec,” y/n said with a tight smile as she picked up her phone and walked off. no way she was taking this call with music blaring.

she rushed into the restroom and hit answer.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“check your messages,” mikey said.

“wh—”

click. call ended.

y/n stared at her phone like she was ready to throw it against the wall. what now?

she opened the messages.

and immediately, her jaw dropped. cheeks flushed. thighs pressed together.

dni

mikey: got horny just seeing u in that dress

mikey: wanna fuck u, princess :(

mikey: image attachment

a photo. of his bulge.

very clear. very obvious. probably taken in his car. yup. looks like he’s parked somewhere right now.

buzz

mikey: got hard just thinking abt u

mikey: video attachment

y/n blinked. and then blinked again.

because that video? that was him. stroking his cock. slow and filthy.

fuck.

this was the exact reason she could never escape him.

the audacity. the nerve. the goddamn dick.

he was big. cocky. hot as hell.

and completely ruining her life.

still, she found herself texting back.

y/n: where are u? 🙄

mikey: parking lot near the exit 💦

god fucking help her.

she was already walking.

y/n quickly said her goodbyes to kakucho and made her way to the parking lot, walking straight toward mikey’s car. the moment she found it, she yanked the door open without knocking.

his bulge was obvious—hard, needy, and totally on display.

“you’re disgusting,” she muttered as she slid into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. “and desperate.”

mikey just laughed, low and amused. “thought you were gonna leave me hanging.”

“now that i’m thinking about it, maybe i should’ve.”

“but you’re running to me the second i called. showing up just to get ruined by my dick. so, who’s the desperate one now?”, he said, his voice dripping with smugness.

his hand trailed up her thigh, fingers teasing right by her core—close enough to make her breath hitch. they didn’t say anything after that. tension filled the space, thick and heated. mikey leaned in, lips brushing against her neck while his hand slipped under her dress. two fingers went in with ease.

y/n let out a soft groan, her body responding instantly as she clutched onto his wrist.

“it’s been months since i had you,” mikey whispered against her skin, voice strained. “fuck… i missed you so much.”

she couldn’t say anything. too lost in the way his fingers curled just right inside her. her head tipped back, chest rising and falling as she breathed through the pleasure.

mikey pulled his fingers out and immediately brought them to his lips, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. y/n tried to act unbothered, rolling her eyes—but her flushed face gave her away.

“what?” he smirked.

“the other girls not doing it for you?” she said, voice breathy.

“no one ever fucking compares to you, princess,” mikey replied.

he slid his seat back, then grabbed y/n by the waist and pulled her on top of him. they kissed—messy, heated, intense—tongues clashing while their hips rolled against each other. every grind sent shivers through them both.

“god, i fucking missed you,” mikey moaned into her mouth, hands gripping her ass and guiding her movements against his clothed cock.

he helped her peel off her dress, then unclasped her lace bra. matching lingerie. he always loved when she wore them. one hand cupped her breast, squeezing. the other tugged the bra down just enough for her chest to spill out.

he dipped his head and took her breast into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting.

“mikey…” y/n moaned, fingers curling into his shoulders as he played with her—messy, greedy, like he couldn’t get enough.

mikey chuckled the moment y/n moaned his name. “you missed me too, didn’t you?”

“i’ve had better since you, sano.” she rolled her eyes, but her voice betrayed her—breathless and wrecked.

“baby,” mikey leaned in, lips brushing hers, hands firm on her waist, “you didn’t even think twice about showing up. you knew exactly what i’d to you.”

“don’t flatter yourself.”

he laughed, smug and certain, because he knew—he always knew—she was still his.

“no need to lie to yourself, baby,” he whispered, then kissed her again, deeper this time. while his mouth was on hers, his hands moved fast, pulling down her panties, tossing them aside like they were in the way of something urgent.

his own clothes followed—shirt discarded, pants shoved down just enough to free his cock. he tapped her ass once.

“up, pretty girl.”

she lifted her hips, and mikey slid his cock along her dripping slit, teasing her like he had all the time in the world.

“you know,” he said casually, lining himself up, “every time you leave, you swear it’s the last time.”

he pushed in just an inch, enough to make her gasp and grip his shoulders tight.

“and yet…”

he slammed into her the rest of the way—one brutal thrust that made her cry out and collapse against him.

“here you are.”

he set a relentless pace, fucking into her like he had something to prove. every thrust was hard, deep, and punishing. y/n was clinging to him, nails digging into his skin, body bouncing with every movement.

“fuck—mikey—”

“you like that, princess?” he growled, breath hot in her ear. “me fucking you like i still own you?”

his grip on her tightened. “you were never anyone else’s to begin with. always mine.”

she couldn’t respond—too busy moaning his name, her face buried in his neck, her body giving in completely. mikey’s hands gripped her ass, helping her grind against him, chasing the high he’d missed so damn much.

he threw his head back, groaning as the pleasure crashed into him.

“get in the back.”

y/n scrambled off him without question, making her way to the backseat. she barely had time to sit down before mikey was on her, flipping her over onto all fours.

“mikey—wait—”

he didn’t.

he shoved into her from behind, deep and rough, not giving her a second to adjust.

skin slapping echoed through the car, loud and filthy, impossible to ignore if anyone happened to walk by. the windows were fogged, rocking slightly with every hard thrust mikey gave her. face down, ass up—y/n could barely think. mikey’s grip was tight in her hair, dragging moans out of her with every stroke. she didn’t even care anymore. mikey was fucking her too good. he always did.

no one ever handled her the way manjiro sano did.

“mikey… more—i want more…” she cried out, voice hoarse.

“greedy little princess,” he growled, grabbing her arms together, hitting deeper. “you deserve this. getting fucked like you were made for me.”

his pace never faltered as he leaned over her, lips pressing kisses along her shoulder, then her temple. “love you so much, y/n. fuck. come back to me,” he whispered, still pounding into her like a man possessed.

“be my girlfriend again…”

she nodded, unable to speak—probably too far gone to even register what she was agreeing to. but that was all mikey needed to hear.

and it made him lose whatever control he had left.

“cumming—mikey, oh my god…” she whimpered, her voice breaking apart.

“cum for me, princess,” he grunted, mouth now on her shoulder, biting and licking the skin he’d marked. the sensation sent her reeling, head spinning, eyes fluttering shut.

it was the hottest thing mikey had ever seen—her, on all fours, taking every thrust like she was made for it. his girl. completely ruined by him.

his own climax hit fast. he pulled out last second, reached for his phone, and started recording. a few strokes and he was groaning low, thick ropes of cum spilling all over her ass. he caught it all on video.

he tossed his head back, chest rising with each breath, then stopped the recording and collapsed into the seat. y/n was still down beside him, catching her breath, hair messy, body glistening. mikey stared. he wanted her for himself again.

but for now, he reached forward for some tissues, cleaned her up gently, then pulled her into his lap, pressing a soft kiss to her head.

“so…” he mumbled, his voice calmer now, “are we officially back together?”

y/n didn’t say a word. she didn’t even look at him. she just gave a small nod.

and just like that, she was his again.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

now fully dressed—sort of—y/n and mikey sat in his car, not even pretending they were going back to the party. mikey had no intention of it. one round wasn’t enough. not after months without her.

y/n glanced at him. “why aren’t you driving?”

mikey was staring at his phone, typing. she frowned. “who are you texting?”

he smirked, not even looking up. “nothing your pretty little head needs to worry about.”

he leaned over and kissed her cheek, smooth as ever.

y/n didn’t trust it. she knew mikey—he never cheated, but he always had a new girl a week after every breakup. it was hard not to be suspicious.

but mikey? mikey already sent the message.

to kakucho.

kakucho

mikey: next time you hit on my girl

mikey: video attachment

it was a video he’d taken—his low groans echoing in the background as he came all over y/n’s ass, the camera catching everything in messy, explicit detail.

he locked his phone and finally started the car, grinning to himself.

possessive, smug, satisfied.

manjiro sano got his girl back—and he was never letting her go again—or not.

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