#Nahoya

[wingo5]

And he’d do it again!

[nikki-152006]

Nahoya and Muto hanging out here!

The guy with a ponytail to Nahoya's left IS NOT Baji, right?

Can't recognize any of the others leaving Mitsuya, Takemichi, Mikey and Draken tho T_T.

[kuranswife]

Hiya it's me✌️🥹✌️

So 2 things I wanna touch on is

1) I'm going to make an about me next week exactly next week cuz it's my birthday and I'll be 20 🥹✌️

2) is that I've had a thought in my mind for the longest when it came to the Haitani brother and the Kawata brothers

I just feel like outside of gang stuff they're just really chill with each other??

Like yes, Ran and Rindou did fight Souya, and yes, Souya did beat the shit out of both of them, but that was all during gang stuff, outside of it I just feel like they'd be homies. Would they hate each other? Absolutely, but do they also meet at the most random spots unintentionally but hang out anyways? Probably.

Rindou Hella sulky cuz he got beat by the person WHO'S PLAYING WITH HIS BROTHER SHOWER CAP LMAO AND NAHOYA IS JUST HAPPY TO BE THERE WITH HIS BROTHER DAWG

Needless to say, I really think the Haitani and Kawata brothers would really get along, especially when they understand each other's dynamics (older brother protective of their youngest siblings, younger siblings being over shadowed and spoiled by their older brothers)

[atarathegreat]

Tokyo Revengers Sibling Headcanons Part 1

Ran & Rindou Haitani

They come home from fights and try to act like they didn't do anything

You love them so obviously you help them with their injuries

Rindou is sweeter and more accepting of the affection you give while patching him up

Ran rolls his eyes, but doesn't exactly try to stop you

As babies they'd cling to you, not ever wanting your parents

Grown up, after joining Bonten and becoming successful, they make sure that you live comfortably without worry. You raised them after all, and they always swore to pay you back

Nahoya & Souya Kawata

Constantly on your heels

Souya will get sleepy and lay across your lap, causing Nahoya to get jealous and then there's a dogpile

You're the youngest of the triplets, but you act like the most mature, even if Nahoya protects you all

They refuse to let you go anywhere alone

Learn to multitask because they always want your attention, you WILL go cross eyed

At the end of the day you three usually share a bed because they're scared that another gang will break in and hurt you

Mitsuya Takashi

Coddles you

Has and will put you on top of the fridge so you can't eat the cookie dough he's using

Takes you, Luna, and Mana to the parks to play during the day, making dinner at night

Sometimes lets you help him feed Mana

Taps his toes angrily when you fight with Luna

Sleeps in your tiny bed with you when you have nightmares, gets buried under you and Luna

Has taken you more than once to visit Kenny because you like the bright colors the girls wear at the Brothel

Chifuyu Matsuno

Super excited when you come back from college

Spends the first couple days with you until Toman business pulls him away

You, being super cool, have your own bike and give him a ride to the meeting

Baji is siked to see you, making a huge deal out of you being back and making Chifuyu groan

The others crowd around you, welcoming you home like you're their family member

Chifuyu definitely was grumpy after that, only hanging out with you behind closed doors

[smolstardvst]

I feel so good ♡

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[pfpanimes]

⌕ tokyo revengers - ep 46.

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[okkotsuus]

for the event could you do #14 w Nahoya

kiss prompt #14 with smiley (tr) !

features: nahoya k.

contents: kissing. strangers to lovers. fighting. bruises. harassment. tripping. 0.3k words.

three-hundred event

nahoya sees you getting some crap from lower ranked toman members, guys who joined just for the clout. that's when he first meets you. he sees you getting ready to take care of it yourself, but he feels that he must step in himself, especially since those guys were a part of his division.

"now, now, what's goin' on here?" his voice is lilted in strained anger, though the close-eyes smile never once leaves his face. you watch as the group of delinquents immediately turn and begin to try to reason with him. pathetically.

"captain, they're on our turf!"

"they gave me a funny look!"

"i just don' like 'em."

nahoya just sort of stands there before lunging and punching all three of them square in the jaw in one fell swoop. it was pretty impressive. while they were running away, holding their newly bruised faces, one of them tripped you.

you surged forwards and nearly fell, if it weren't for a pair of arms catching you against a sturdy chest. you look up at awe, meeting his peach-like eyes, which had finally opened.

the two of you just stared at each other for a moment before his mouth split into another wide grin, breaking the silence

"this is the part where you're meant to kiss me."

okkotsuus 23

[soubi122]

Look who's next! ❤️

[lightupmyass]

Drive Me Fucking Crazy

Pairing: Nahoya Kawata x OC (Unmei or reader)

Warnings: Slight aggression, little bit of angst, little bit of make up sex, established relationship, possessiveness, lots of dirty talk, slight breeding at the end, rough, Nahoya just being dirty and making her know she belongs to him

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he touched her. Her overly sexual boyfriend never went this long without kissing her, groping her, or pinching her to tease her. It made her scared that she might be the problem, maybe he just wasn’t in love with her, maybe she was ugly now or something like that. She’d looked at herself in the mirror a million times, wondering what it might be. Maybe he was bored of her? Maybe she was too plain looking? It could’ve been a million things, she couldn’t possibly pick just one thing. But, an idea formed in her head that she figured might work. She went out and bought the cutest little lingerie set, a pretty pale peach color with lace and a matching sheer robe with a silky ribbon to tie it together. She was sure this would work, make him at least look at her. She felt confident, twirling in the mirror and feeling good about herself. And when she heard the door open, she knew it was her chance, peaking out from their bedroom door as she watched him walk in, a smile creeping into her lips.

“Fuck!” He shouted, throwing his backpack at the wall before roughly tugging his hat of, trying to rip his hair tie on it and groaning in frustration when it got tangled, as it always did. “Dammit!” He yelled, trying to yank it out. Her smile faded, realizing that it was another fruitless night as she sighed, opening the door and walking over, dejected. “Hey, let me help. You’re gonna rip your hair out.” She said softly, reaching up to stop his hands. He huffed, going over to sit on the couch so she could carefully untangle it from behind, crossing his arms like a child as he grumbled. “Stupid fucking curls. Always get stuck in shit and ruin fucking everything.” He groaned. She finally got it out, patting the top of his head softly as he kept ranting about how much he hated his hair. At this point, she already knew her plan had failed, so if she was going to have to sit through another night of him either venting or ignoring her completely, she was going to get through it drunk. She grabbed some whiskey and two glasses, putting ice in them and setting them on the coffee table, pouring the amber liquid into them and handing him one as she sat down next to him, downing hers in one gulp and pouring more. He also drank it in one gulp, getting up and sighing. “I’m going to shower.” He said, the grin he always wore contrasting the dark, irritated tone in his voice as he left her by herself with the alcohol.

It was hopeless, no matter what, she knew tonight was not going to be the night, and she didn’t know what else she could do to get him to even look at her. He hadn’t even looked at the outfit she got, and it made her see red. She went through so much to look cute so he would at least acknowledge her, and he couldn’t even spare her a glance? The longer he spent in the bathroom, the more she was able to drink until the room started swaying a bit. When the bathroom door opened, she was already lost in a trance as she watched the TV silently, Nahoya sitting down next to her and huffing as he towel dried his hair. She was hyper aware of the fact he was shirtless, smelling nice and fresh from his shower, skin still warm as she unconsciously reached out for his arm, trailing her fingernails along his skin. “Mm…you smell good…” She hummed, resting her head on his shoulder. “Well duh, I just fucking showered. You’re drunk. You’re too warm.” He mumbled, pushing her off of him. Her jaw dropped, lips forming a pout as she put her hand over his, placing it on her bare thigh and moving it up and down. “Baby, just tell me what’s wrong. Every night you come home and you’re so mad, I just want to help you feel better. Can’t you just look at me at least?” She begged, pushing her breasts together with her arms, hoping that’d get his attention. “Jesus fuck, can I not have some time to myself? I busy my ass all fucking day at the shop, gotta cook all the food by myself, I just want some peace and fucking quiet when I get home. Is that really too much to fucking ask?” He huffed, tearing his hand away from her, still not even looking at her.

She was frozen. The shock and pain she felt from his words were enough to send her over the edge, jaw tightening as she got up. “Fine. I’m going to bed. Fucking stupid. Should’ve known better than to think you’d actually fucking give a shit.” She huffed, getting up and bending over a bit to grab the bottle and take it with her. Those words, that was the final snap for him, making him look at her and finally see what she was wearing, her ass on full display in front of his face. But, he couldn’t pay attention to that when her words struck a nerve. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asked, titling his head to the side as he looked up at her. “Nothing. It means fucking nothing. Good night.” She sighed, turning to walk away.

“Nah nah nah, we ain’t doin’ that.” He tsked, keeping her in place, still bent over as he stood up, putting his hands on her hips. “Hoya, let go.” She grumbled, trying to stand up and wiggle out of his grasp. However, he put his hand between her shoulder blades and pushing her back down, her back arching as she pressed back into him due to her lack of balance. “What’s all this, huh? You put all this on to give me a little show? What, you go a couple days without my dick and you turn into a bitch?” He hummed, his eyes scanning over her back, watching the way her ass jiggled when he pulled it back harshly against him, making her yelp. “Let go of me! It hasn’t been days, it’s been weeks. Too fucking busy all the time to even look at me, so if you won’t play with me, I’ll go do it myself.” She huffed, struggling against him. He laughed loudly, pulling her up and turning her around. ‘You’re gonna go do it yourself, huh? That’s what you think? Fine, let’s go.” He taunted, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the bedroom, flinging her onto the bed. “Hoya! What the hell?” She cried out, scooting to the top of the bed as he leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms. “You wanna do it yourself, go right ahead. I bet you can’t even make yourself cum, let alone cum as hard as you do when I fuck you.” He said, his signature smile fading a bit as his eyes opened slightly, peering at her with slight malice. The fact that he had the audacity, that he could stand there so confidently, like she can only feel pleasure from him, that made her even angrier, making her get up and try to push him to the side to get into the dresser. “Move.” She huffed, nudging him. When he wouldn’t budge, she threw her hands in the air, engraved at this point. “Nahoya, move so I can fucking get my shit!” She shouted, the shit eating grin coming back. “Nope. You don’t get to use those. You said you’d go fuck yourself, toys aren’t allowed.” He told her, making her gasp. “That’s not fucking fair! Fuck you, Nahoya! Such a fucking ass!” She shouted, turning around.

“No, you know what’s not fucking fair? What’s not fair is that I have to bust my ass all day every day just to come home and have you instantly clinging to me! Do you know how fucking annoying it feels to just want to shower and relax and you’re glued to my side? When I come home, I just want to clean all the nasty shit off me and you won’t stop fucking touching me!” He admitted, her heart sinking as she sat on the edge of the bed. “What, do you think I just sit around and do nothing all day? I work too, you know. And when I come home, I wanna relax too, and I want to help you relax.” She told him, making him scoff. “Being Mitsuya’s assistant isn’t fucking work. That’s not hard. You sit around and watch him work and make coffee. You don’t actually do anything, that’s not a real fucking job.” He spat, making her gasp. “Are you fucking serious? I schedule events, I call people every day, I research, I do fucking everything except the designing in that studio! You know what? I’m fucking done.” She huffed, going to the closet. “What do you mean you’re done? I’m still fucking talking to you.” He shouted as she shook her head. “I’m done talking to you. If you wanna bitch and whine about me just trying to help you, then I won’t anymore. You can have your fucking alone time. I’m out of here.” She huffed, throwing clothes into a bag. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to stay here and be told that he hated the way she tried to show him affection.

His head was fuming, his heart hurting as he watched her pack. He couldn’t let her leave, there was no way. How could he give her the attention she needs when he was too exhausted after each work day? How could she even think about leaving him after everything he’s done for her? He loved her, for fucks sake, and all he asked for was a couple of minutes to himself when he got home, and now she’s fucking leaving him over that? No way, he wasn’t going to let that happen. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew it’d been far too long since he’d had the energy to give her what she needed, but he had the energy today, and he was going to use it, especially now that blood was pumping in every part of his body, especially where he needed it to. Hands were on her hips in an instant, pulling her back as she dropped the clothes, her body jolting upright as she felt him pressing into her, his cock hard in his pajama shorts. “Let go.” She huffed, her chest heaving as she tried to ignore it and stay mad, the alcohol making her hyper focus on it instead. “Aw, what’s the matter? You’re just gonna walk out on me? Dressed like that? You really think I’m gonna let anyone see MY baby dressed like that?” He hummed, trailing his hand over the front of her body, starting at her throat to lean her head back against his shoulder and moving down, over her breasts and down her tummy until it slipped between her thighs, pressed tight together. “This is what you’re so mad about, ain’t it? That I haven’t touched you, that I haven’t been dicking you down every night lately? So, if I fuck you, you’ll shut the fuck up, right?” He asked, his lips right next to her ear, her eyebrows furrowing as she tried to focus not in the way the unusual baritone in his voice gave her goosebumps and more on the fact that he was still acting like an ass. “You don’t get it. Just let me go, Hoya.” She pouted, tilting her head to the side as she felt his lips brush over her skin.

Her words fueled him, they way she said to let her go even though he could hear the breathlessness in her voice, the way he could just know her eyelids fluttered shut as she trembled under his touch. “I don’t get it, huh? I think I do, though. Pretty baby’s just so fucking needy that she can’t handle a couple weeks so her man can start up his dream business? That right?” He hummed, moving them slowly to the edge of the bed and bending her over, his hand flat on her back as he rubbed against her. “Just so fucking cock hungry that she had to buy this little get up just so she could tempt me to stuff her little pussy so full, isn’t that right? It’s pretty. Like this lil ribbon.” He chuckled, pulling the silk out off and grabbing her wrists, holding them behind her back and tying them together. “Hoya, what are you-ow!” She squealed as his hand slapped against her ass, so hard it left a small print. “Fuck, you drive me fucking crazy, you know that? Piss me off one second and make me hard the next. Feel it? Ain’t this what you’ve been wanting, baby?” He taunted, rubbing against her core as she stood on her tiptoes, eyes rolling back at the friction. She couldn’t help the way her body shook as he brushed up against her just right, burying her face in the blankets to muffle the whimper she couldn’t hold back. “Yeah, this is what you fucking want. Just say it and I’ll give it to ya. Say ‘I was only a bitch because I wanted your dick.’ And you’ll get it.” He laughed, her eyes widening. “I am not being a-ah! Fuck!” She yelped, lurching forward as he thrust hard against her, hearing their skin slap as her backside bounced against his abdomen. “Fuck! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, Hoya, I just wanna feel you, I wanna be close to you, wanna show you how much I love you. That’s all I wanted to do. Just wanted to love you.” She whimpered, holding back a sob as tears started staining the blanket. He stood still as he looked down at her, frowning as he heard the little hiccups. He moved them a bit, arching her back more and pulling himself out of his pants, lining up with her entrance and rubbing over it, thankful she gets wet when she’s drunk.

He leaned forward, slipping his hand around her neck and pulling her up against him and gripping her throat, gently as he pushed into her, hearing her moan loudly next to his ear as he sunk all the way in. He groaned low, his head falling forward as his fingers found their way to her lips, slipping into her mouth as her tongue swirled around them. He pulled out with a shaky breath before giving an experimental thrust, making her moan again as her mouth hung open with his fingers still on her tongue. “Fuck, that’s it. Pussy’s always so good for me. Feel so fucking good, baby.” He moaned, kissing her cheeks and he started moving, sliding in and out of her. Her brain instantly went numb, eyes rolled back and drool leaking from her tongue as she moaned uncontrollably. She knew she was needy, but she didn’t know just a few thrusts after so long would have her seeing stars already. He didn’t want to admit it, but he missed the way she clamped around him, the vice grip she always had around him, milking him for all he’s worth. “Okay, you’re right, it’s been too fucking long, shit! Ah, feel so good, baby. So fucking good. Love it when you, oh fuck, that’s it.” He moaned as she wiggled her ass back against him, squeezing tighter and sucking on his fingers. “Just like that. Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Always take this cock so fucking good, fucking takin’ it like a champ.” He groaned, licking behind her ear as he picked up the pace, the sound of their skin and the movement of the bed bouncing off the walls.

Nahoya let go of her, letting her collapse onto the bed in favor of watching the mesmerizing ripples of her ass cheeks as he slammed into her, gripping and massaging the flesh as he twitched inside of her. Unmei raised onto her tiptoes, knowing just how to get the best angle to have him hit the perfect spot inside and make her feel the best. This is exactly what she needed, after weeks of failed attempts to get off with her hand and the little vibrator they kept, all she needed was him, she always knew that. Nahoya wasn’t doing much better, already out of breath with sputtering hips. His moans were loud, Nahoya grabbing his shirt and pulling it up to bite down on the fabric, needing to get a better view of the way her pussy swallowed his fat cock so eagerly, the shaft coming out shiny and dripping in her arousal each time he pulled out. If he could keep this sight on replay for the rest of his life, he would. He felt a little bad that he went so long without touching her, but with the way she was pushing back on him, eager to please and take him, would it be so bad if he did it more often? Was he really that toxic?

“Hoya~! Feels so good. So good. Of fuck.” She babbled, shushing her face into the mattress to hide the loud whine she let out. He let his jaw go slack to drop his shirt, moaning and laughing. “I know, babe. Feels real fuckin’ good. Shit, pussy of yours is to die for.” He agreed, maneuvering her around how he wanted. He flipped her onto her side, one leg over his shoulder and the other dangling to the sides he spread her open, reaching up to pull the top of her dress down and expose her bouncing tits. She gasped and moaned, throwing her head back as he pinched and squeezed her breast, letting him take over the thrusts as she laid back and took it, the pace picking up along with the squelching sounds. “Pretty fucking dress. Pretty fucking pussy. My pretty girl. All mine, right? Can’t walk out on me, I’m all you fuckin’ need. No one else gets to see you like this ever. Right?” The possessive tone was driving her insane. She loved it when he got jealous, when he wanted her to know she was his. She gulped and nodded, looking up at him with lust and love swirling in her hazel eyes as she grabbed his wrist. “All yours. No one else. Promise. Just you. Only for you.” She assured him, giving him her signature sweet smile. He gave her the same, dragging his hand down her torso and pressing his thumb to her clit. “Damn right, all mine. That’s my baby.” He chuckled, happier than ever as her walls fluttered around him.

He was fast, rough, rubbing cycles into her bud until she could feel her body trembling, the waves of pleasure surfing through her and making her toes curl. “Oh fuck. Shit! Hoya! Go faster, ‘m almost, ah!” Nahoya flipped her back over again, moving her up the bed a bit so he could climb on, kneeling behind her and slipping back in. He grabbed her arms, pulling her up off the mattress so she only had her knees and his strength to keep her upright. “Faster? Want it fast and hard, huh? Just wanna be fucked dumb on this dick, that right?” He asked, keeping himself completely buried and not moving waiting for her to beg. Unmei nodded, choking on a sob as her high faded away, much to her dismay. “Please! Please, Hoya, wan’ it so bad. Just wanna cum, please, baby.” She whined, wiggling her hips again to encourage him to keep going. He smiled, dropping her back onto the bed and putting his hands on her back, making her arch more. “Alright alright, I GUESS I’ll be nice. Just make sure you cum hard and scream my name, kay?” He laughed, not wasting any more time before thrusting hard again.

The brutal pace had her vision going blurry, each snap of his hips making the headboard hit the wall, sure to deepen the dents already there. “Shit! Ah, fuck! That’s it, baby. Take it. I know you can. Gonna fill you up for being so good. Want that?” He asked, laughing when she babbled incoherently. She could barely even hear him, the pleasure too much and making her ears ring, the moans and whimpers the only sounds leaving her lips. “Dumb already? Guess you really love my cock that much. No one else can make you feel this good. Only me. I’m the only one that gets to cream these insides.” He couldn’t help it, just seeing her try to walk out earlier sent him feral, he had to make sure she knew no one else could make her feel the way he does. Even though she already knew it, he couldn’t ever let her forget.

He knew all the telltale signs, her walls clamping and fluttering around him, her hips rocking back shamelessly, pretty manicured nails digging into the comforter. She was leaking, her essence dripping down her thighs as the wet, nasty sounds of her pussy got even louder, driving him wild. It was making it easier to move faster, his hips snapping at almost an inhuman pace until her moans turned into loud gasps, screams as she reached back to grab his wrist. He watched as she turned her head to the side, her mouth hung open as she cried out, pussy squeezing the life out of him as she came hard. “Fuck! Holy fucking shit! Cumming!” He groaned, slamming into her one more time before he let himself go, slipping so deep inside of her he hoped it’d never come out. Maybe she’d learn her lesson then.

Nahoya collapsed on top of her, her legs falling as they laid together and caught their breath, his weight on top of her soothing. He sighed, rolling onto his side and spooning her, keeping himself nuzzled inside of her as he grew soft to keep everything from leaking out, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her neck and shoulders. Unmei’s eyelids fluttered shut as she smiled and giggled, placing her hand over hers as she relaxed. “Don’t ever make me wait that long again.” She breathed out, the vibration of his laugh making her heart flutter. “Aw, you really need me that bad, Angel?” He teased, Unmei slapping his hand. “I know, I know. I won’t, promise. Need you too bad for that. Love you, baby.” He cooed, kissing her ear lobe. “Love you too. Now, get off so I can go clean up.” She insisted, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. But, he kept her firm in his arms, clicking his tongue. “Nah, don’t think so. Wanna stay just like this.” He shook his head, only moving to have her face him while still keeping himself inside. That was the main thing he wanted, to stay snug and warm in her pussy, make sure all of him stayed tucked inside. Unmei didn’t really mind, she liked the intimacy of it, but Nahoya was definitely letting his toxic and possessive side get the best of him in that moment. If it meant keeping her around forever, one kid wouldn’t hurt, right?

[nikki-152006]

tokyo revengers memes (6)

(by Herbaceous for Ch 33- debut of deviation,  of my TR fanfic) (killed it again)

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here's parts: 1 | 2 | 3* | 4 | 4.5 | 5

[kuranswife]

Also, as the local Nahoya/Smiley simp/ wife (I have all of his manga appearances saved into a folder and a small shrine, I need help)

I feel like I need to point this out

THEY'RE SUCH CUTIES🥺🥺🥹🥹

KURAN PLEASE SMILE AGAIN SOON BBY

I have a type✌️😗✌️ ✌️🥹✌️

[atarathegreat]

Souya Kawata

"No, no, no! Because Y/n here has been with both twins!" Yuzuha laughs, her alcohol spilling slightly as she jumped, her usually careful hands becoming sloppy with her drunkenness, "You gotta tell us who's better in bed! You have to!" Hina, Emma, and you laughed with her as she stumbled sideways, demanding that you give her all the inside details. "Okay! Okay! Sit down before you fall and I'll tell you!" You helped her back into her seat and sat next to her, "Honestly, it's hard to say. In terms of straight-out sex, they're both very similar. I think Hoya is great if you're looking for something crazy, but Souya is perfect for a more tame sex life." Hina groaned at the statement, sliding you a beer, "C'mon, that's not what we want to hear? Who do you like more!"

You face went red as you realized you would have to tell them about what you liked privately. Which normally wouldn't be a bad thing, but the three of you were in such a crowded space. "I don't know if I should say anything here, Hinata. There are a ton of people here." You wrung your hands under the table, hoping they would drop it. Yuzuha grabbed your soft face and came close, her breath wreaking of the Bloody Maries she'd been swallowing all night, "Are you afraid that you'll tell us it's Nahoya? Or that Souya will find out it isn't him? Do you still love Nahoya?" You shoved her back into her chair to get her from your face. "That's not it at all! We're in public and I don't want to say such things out loud!" You hissed, downing the last bit of your beer, ordering a vodka straight.

You loved going out on girls' night, hanging out with the three girls, and getting drunk, but sometimes Yuzuha just put you in uncomfortable situations and you often got drunk to avoid answering her. Once you were feeling tipsy, you left. Yeah, you could've texted your boyfriend to pick you up, but your skin was hot and it felt like you needed the fresh air during the walk home. And, according to Emmas' brother Mikey, who was with you all at the bar and also Souyas' boss, Souya was going to be busy until early morning. A sigh clouded the air in front of you, showing just how cold it was getting at night. The hoody you wore was too baggy to keep the blistering wind from crawling up the bottom and freezing you to the core, not even folding your arms in the pocket was helping. Rocks got kicked if they were in the way, you couldn't be bothered to step over them in your hurry to get home, and dirt flew up onto your socks.

The door to the apartment was unlocked, making you wary as it opened to the fully lit living room. Souya was sat on the couch, a book in his hands. Relieved, you sighed and closed the front door, and slipped free from the hoody, "Hey, SouSou, I didn't think you were gonna be home." There was no reply, even as you took your shoes off, leading to another statement, "Mikey said you were gonna be busy all night with work stuff. Did you finish early?"

"No."

Pausing at his harsh tone, you turned, jumping at how close he'd gotten so silently. "Souya, don't scare me like that, yeah? Making my head spin..." You reached up and rubbed at your temple as he crossed his arms. "Where were you?" His anger was evident in his tone, emphasized by the dangerous way he leaned over you. You sheepishly pointed to the door, thinking it was obvious, "I was out with the girls. We-we were safe, Mikey was there to watch us this time...I mean, I did walk home but I walked fast and-"

Souya slammed a hand on the wall next to you, making you jump at his outburst, "What did you say tonight?" He was intimidating when he wanted to be, and right then, he wanted to be. The way his arm settled right next to your neck, or the proximity of his face to yours as he growled out each sentence, his warm breath was once comforting. "What did you say tonight with the girls?" Souya asked again, bending his elbow to get closer, his head forcing yours back into the wall. "What do you mean, Sou?" You placed your palms against his chest, hoping to calm him even a little bit. He turned, bumping your head in the process, and pulled out his phone to show you a video. It was you and Yuzuha, clearly taken from across the bar, Neither of you hadn't realized you were that loud. It picked up you talking about the twins during sex, and you made eye contact with Souya and sighed. "They asked a question, and I answered as honestly as I could in a public setting."

There was a small space for you to wedge past Souya, making your way to your fridge and looking for anything to snack on before bed. Souya grabbed the back of your neck and hauled you toward the countertop, leaning painfully on your back, "Do you miss being with Nahoya? Tell me!" His rage got out of his control, "Do you want my brother?" You wiggled sideways, rolling onto the floor and getting the pain out of your back, "What are you talking about?"

Staying out of his reach wasn't easy, but you just had to. Souya was a man who scared his enemies based on proximity and strength, and it never ended well. "Souya! Stop! Tell me what you're talking about!" You slowly backed away from him, matching each of his steps, "Why would you think I want to be with Nahoya?"

"You are on video saying that Nahoya is great! Saying that our sex life is boring! Do you know how humiliating that is?" Souya rushed forward and you allowed him to capture you, trapping you in the shared bedroom, "Do you love Nahoya still?" The sadness in his eyes was contrasting with his anger, but he didn't know how else to show his anxiety. You could tell he was afraid that you didn't love him, that he wasn't enough for you, and that you missed how crazy Nahoya was. But you didn't, you needed Souya's calm demeanor. So you allowed him to force you back onto the bed and hover over you, his lips claiming any free space he could find. "Do you miss this? Being thrown around? Being bent in painful ways?" Souya pulled your knee up next to your shoulder, ripping your pant leg and painfully stretching the muscles. He ripped your pants all the way around until they were simply rags on the floor, exposing your underwear and legs to him, "Do you want me to be rough with you? Or do you want me to call Nahoya so he can fuck you just the way you like?"

"Souya, wait-" You tried to keep him from ripping your shirt open but spoke too late and your shirt was discarded with the pants, nothing more than tomorrow's trash. His fingers dug into your sides, his teeth following soon after and leaving perfect indents. You hissed at each bite and squeeze, wishing he would be gentle with you, like always. "Do you enjoy me hurting you like this? Hmm? You like being bruised?" Souya growled in your ear, wrapping his fingers around your throat and tightening it until you couldn't breathe. He kicked his pants off, leaning down to bite and bruise your neck, there was no way for you to get away from him. "Sou, no..." You were able to rasp out, losing your underwear quickly to him and his anger. "What? You don't like this because it's me?" Souya released your throat as he thrust painfully into you, no doubt causing some bleeding, "You'd rather be with Nahoya?"

You reached up and jerked his body tightly against yours, "Souya, please, be gentle with me... this hurts too much." His eyes widened at your begging, but you could feel some of the tension leaving him, could see his face softening at the new tears rushing down your face. "Be gentle with me, I can't take the brutality." Souya paused for a brief moment, his hands flying to your face to cradle it gently. "Please, Souya. I want your gentleness."

Souya moved slowly, the pain quickly subsiding as he kissed your jaw, "Explain yourself, my love. Or I'll be rough again. Do you still want Nahoya like this?" You chuckled, a slight moan slipping from between your lips, "I don't like how rough he is, Souya. Every aspect of him is, I crave your gentle nature. There is no one but you, Souya, you're perfect for me."

He pulled out of you, tears forming in his eyes as he examined the damage he'd done. "Souya," You gained his attention easily, "finish what you started. Prove to yourself that you know your better than Nahoya." Souya buried himself back into your core, peppering soft kisses around your eyes and lips, your moans lingering between each one. He knew all the perfect moves to get you closer to your release, resting his head on your neck as he neared his own. "Souya..." You breathed, tangling your hands in his hair as your middle began to tighten, "Souya, I love you." His left-hand trails to hold your head as he placed his forehead against yours, "I'm sorry, for hurting you, love. Can you forgive me?" Souya's voice was strained as he tried to keep a slower pace than usual to avoid agitating your earlier injuries. "Of course, I can, SouSou." You smiled, arching your back at his fastened movements.

"Then allow me to work for it."

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⌕ tokyo revengers - ep 38.

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Lover Dearest

Nahoya Kawata x GN Reader

WARNINGS: literally none, very slight angst like very very very slight, fluff, sweetness, like tooth rotting fluff, reader and Nahoya r so in love I'm sick. Nahoya grown is such a sweet boy. Not beta’d we die like men, no physical describers (i think), no pronoun use

Summary: When his sadness hits, what better to do than surprise your loving boyfriend with flowers - which are named after him.

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A/N: Aster flowers are a symbol of love, baby’s breath means everlasting love, and white carnations mean innocence and pure/sweet love :)  (i love flower language)

Its 5am. I need sleep. this is from my last ask :)

Nahoya didn't often do things for himself you realized. Though you did adore the fact that Nahoya despite his abrasive personality he is very much a selfless person, you wished he would just do something for himself for once. 

Which is how you got here. At a flower shop. Your beloved had seemed down the last few weeks, and regardless of your semi-regular reminders that you're there for him as well, he didn't really open up to you. Nothing past a simple “I know precious, but I'm really just fine.” You, of course, understand that there are definitely some things he doesn't like talking about often, like his violent past or the less savory parts of his mind, but you think sometimes he doesn't realize that he isn't alone. 

Browsing through flowers you kept thinking about how these ones needed to be special. Something meaningful. Being versed in the old plant language was useful, but really only when the person receiving the flowers knows what they mean.. And bless your pretty boy's soul, he does not understand it at all. While you could give him a pretty bouquet of aster, baby’s breath, and white carnations, that is not special enough for your liking right now. And only you would understand what the meaning was..

While staring at the roses and tulips, you thought back to when you did a research paper on native plants in Japan. You got a sudden idea and grinned to yourself, thinking about how perfect your newly brewed plan is. All you had to do was talk to the clerk about something very special and then your plan will be in motion.

When you got home, you immediately started setting up your little surprise for ‘Hoya, placing the small pot full of the pretty greenery that you had picked up and then filling up a vase for the smaller bouquet of baby's breath and lavender that you had also gotten. Setting everything up on the counter of your shared apartment kitchen  so when Hoya came home from the ramen shop he would see them immediately. You had also managed to get a bag of his favorite chocolates that you know he's been craving for awhile and set them up in between the pot and the vase. 

Stepping back you looked at your work and nodded in approval. The potted plant had waxy leaves and pretty pale pink flowers that grow in clusters similar to hydrangeas. The flowers were simple but they were shaped like stars, which made you smile and cheekily think ‘cause he’s a Rockstar.’ 

After admiring your surprise you went to go change in your shared bedroom, throwing on one of his old hoodies and a pair of comfortable lounge shorts. Faintly, the sound of a key turning the lock on the front door can be heard, then the door opening, “Precious? I’m home!” your lover's voice calls out. You could hear him pause, then you decide to head out of the bedroom.

The sight you were greeted with was heartwarming. Your 5 '7 beloved was standing in the doorway, a bag of groceries fallen out of his hands as he stared at the flowers and chocolates in front of him. He had small crocodile tears starting to form in his eyes, which made you slightly worry.

“Do you not like them..?”, you asked quietly, inching closer to him.

“You got me flowers…?” His sweet voice croaked out, his breath caught in his throat. He liked it. 

You smiled then nodded, going over to move the bag of groceries onto the other counter, then giving him a reassuring hug, wrapping your arms around his frame and squeezing gently, one hand rubbing his back ever so slightly.  

“Mhm, got them for you baby, thought you deserved something nice. Been working yourself to the bone lately,” you said gently, studying his face for any other sort of reaction. A small smile took over his features and he looked genuinely happy for the first time in weeks. “You got me flowers..” he repeated, more a statement than his previous sentence, simply affirming it in his mind. He wrapped his arms around your frame and laughed softly, burying his nose into the crown of your hair. “You got me flowers!” he said one last time, full of joy and slight laughter, it warmed your belly seeing him this happy.

“Yup!” you giggled out, returning his affection, “and there's something special about these ones,” you said gesturing towards the potted plant. 

“What's special about them, pretty?” he said gently, smiling at you with a loving look lingering in his eyes. You turned and smiled at him, “They’re named after you, Hoya..”

He furrowed his brow and tilted his head at you, “What do you mean they’re named after me baby?” His tone was confused but soft. He always refused to use anything but a kind voice with his pretty baby. You smiled, “This is a Hoya Carnosa, it's a native to japan and its named after you. At Least to me it is, haven't I always told you that you were my pretty flower?” your smile turned teasing then you laughed, “thought they would look nice on the front counter of the shop.. A little plant named after the owner?” you suggested, smiling towards him. 

His face went through a range of emotions, love, joy, then something unreadable to you. He was looking at you like you were his sun, his moon, and all his stars. Staring at you like you were the only thing in existence, “I love you so much, pretty baby..” he said while collecting you into a hug, one of his hands coming up to the back of your hand, caressing gently like you were fragile and he might break you. 

“Truly, this made all the bad stuff go away, please never change or leave me..” he said into your shoulder, his tone was not remorseful but more gently broken. He wasn't upset or anything, just thankful. That was the only way you could describe it, he was thankful he had you.

“Never. I love you too, Hoya.”

“Thank you”