#Tokyo revengers x oc

[murielmierch]

Part 3 of Tokrev characters (+ my OCs) in fantasy feudal Japan.

Part_1 Part_2

In one of the next parts of art, Sanzu will be wearing a mask stylized to match the setting👌

This time, I used my twins Kokyo and Kyoko to calculate the height difference between Mitsuya and Sanzu. This is just a character height line for now, not a full-fledged work. Although I did add some interaction between Haruchiyo and Kokyo

[mitsuyeaah]

eclipse.

— sanzu haruchiyo x mitsu

cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, hickeys, clit slapping, riding, pet names (baby, sunshine), sanzu being hot as always.

a/n: here it is folks, mitzu smut 🧎🏻‍♀️this fic is purely self ship so if you’re not into that then please scroll past, no need to send hate <3 purely based on the most delicious esex sanzu and i had

“im curious about something.” mitsu mumbled, her cheek pressed against sanzu’s chest as she lay her head on top of it. sanzu hummed in question, sending vibrations straight to her ear as he ran his slender fingers through her silky wine coloured tresses that cascaded down her back.

she let out a chuckle, embarrassment already engulfing her body before even asking the question. sanzu furrowed his brows, gaze dropping down to the girl on his chest—he was now very curious about what she had in her mind. “what’s on your mind, sunshine?”

mitsu thought about it for a while before letting out a small sigh, “what’s your.. favourite position?” she felt the strand stroking her hair come to an abrupt stop, her question definitely caught sanzu off guard.

she positioned her head at an angle so she could look up at him. mitsu met sanzu’s gaze, a smug smile forming upon his lips as he thought of the answer. “my favourite position, you say?” the hand that was once buried in her hair slowly made its way down to her back, his fingertips barely making contact with her clothes.

“mhm.. when you’re on top of me, fuck. sittin’ all pretty with your breasts exposed just for me to squeeze and play with.” as sanzu was saying this, his arm curved around from mitsu’s back to her front, hand cupping a mound and squeezing at it.

she let out a surprised yelp at sanzu’s action, her cheeks instantly turning into a deep shade of crimson as she felt her face burn with embarrassment. but, she held sanzu’s gaze, both their eyes slowly getting clouded with lust.

“all while i call you ‘my baby’, because i know how wet that gets you. am i right, sunshine?” mitsu swallowed thickly and nodded. she bit her lip as her heart raced with excitement as sanzu slipped his hand under her shirt to continue playing with her chest.

“seeing you bounce on my cock with such desperation while i rub your clit.. fuck, it’s so hot. but you like it, don’t you? the way i let you take control of the speed and rhythm.”

sanzu smirked down at her. he didn’t miss the way she shifted on top of him, eagerly rubbing her thighs together as she felt her cunt tingling while such naughty words came out of sanzu’s lips. he liked the way mitsu tried to pull herself together whenever she was flustered; the way her dimpled cheeks blushed with embarrassment as she furrowed her brows.

but of course, as innocent as her expressions were, her mind was far from innocent.

“hm. why don’t you show me, my moonlight?”

a few seconds of silence passed as they held each other’s gazes—his deep cerulean eyes intensely looking into her dark brown ones. mitsu could hear sanzu’s heart pounding against his chest, she also noticed how his hard his cock had gotten, which was now brushing against her clothed thighs.

sanzu gave her breast one last squeeze before muttering a curse under his breath. “fuck, sunshine. you know what to do..” after stripping their clothes off, both of them positioned theirselves on the bed—sanzu sitting on the mattress, back resting on the headboard while mitsu straddled his lap, her legs folded on each side of his hip, knees digging into the mattress.

as if on cue, his hands flew directly to her hips, rocking it back and forth to stimulate her bare clit against his hard cock. mitsu let out a soft whimper, lips parted and her back arching at the sudden pleasure as she dropped her head low. “sanzu..”

“hmm? use your words, sunshine. what do you want?” mitsu swore under her breath and looked at sanzu, “i want you inside me.” he smirked, “good girl. go on, put it in.”

she wasted no time to grab the base of his heavy cock and lifted her hips to slide down on his cock. sanzu threw his head back against the wall as she sank down on his blunt tip, his fingers harshly digging into the flesh of her hips—hard enough to form small bruises.

“fuck, sunshine.. always so tight f’me, huh?” his voice was strained from trying to hold back a moan, gritting his teeth. mitsu’s nails painfully dug into sanzu’s shoulders as she slowly took his length, inch by inch. “aah, fuck!” mitsu whined, her legs instinctively trying to close as sanzu bottomed out.

sanzu sat limp against the headboard, he eyes shut closed and head thrown back in pure bliss as her cunt hugged his cock in all the right ways. his cheeks were almost the same colour as the rosy strands that cascaded past his shoulders and onto his bare chest.

he let out a shameless unexpected moan as mitsu began lifting her hips and dropping back down to the base of his cock. the sound of loud squelching and heavy pants echoed throughout the room. fuck, it was erotic.

it took all of sanzu’s willpower to open his eyes and look up at mitsu through his long rosy lashes. the sight in front of him almost made him cum right then and there; the way her breasts moved with every bounce of her hips on his cock; the way he pink lips were slightly parted, small moans slipping past them; the way her eyes held his gaze like she wasn’t giving him the best fuck of his life.

sanzu leaned forward to cup each of her breasts with his slender hands, harshly squeezing at the supple flesh. he didn’t hesitate to put a bud in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nipple, alternating between licking and sucking at it. he gave her other breast attention by squeezing and groping it.

this earned a loud moan from the woman above him, the pleasure she felt now did not only come from where she and sanzu met but also from where sanzu sucked on her nipple. “ah! ah! sanzuuu..!” this caused her to bounce harder on his cock, her ass deliciously slapping against his heavy balls which made a loud skin slapping noise.

“fuck yeah, baby… s’good for me.” sanzu groaned and threw his head as he felt mitsu briefly clench around his cock, presumably from the choice of pet name he used.

sanzu chuckled, “haah.. so cute, clenching around me when i call you ‘baby’, hm?” all she could respond with was a moan due to how well sanzu’s tip was hitting that spongey spot inside her over and over again.

the hand that was playing with her breast trailed down her abdomen and to her clit. sanzu’s thumb brushed over her clit a couple of times before rubbing fast and tight circles.

“ngh—ah! shit! sanzu!”

mitsu removed her hands from his shoulders and brought it behind her. leaning back, she firmly placed her hands on each of sanzu’s knees and bounced faster. this time, her breasts were more exposed. he swore he almost saw stars at the sight of her; her chest littered with love bites of dark red and purple hues and breasts swollen from his ministrations earlier—deliciously bouncing with every beat.

“ah shit.. that’s it sunshine. mhm! so fucking close.. you cumming f’me?” his voice was breathy, moans unexpectedly escaping here and there. he could’t help it, not when his sunshine looked so fucking perfect and delicious. and the best part? mitsu was all his.

“y-yes! yes! fuck, i’m so close, baby!”

sanzu leaned forward to whisper in her ear, his hand still stimulating her clit, “why don’t you cum for me, baby?” his hot breath ghosted the side of mitsu’s neck, causing goosebumps to form.

mitsu let out a loud whine as she heard the pet name that could bring her to her knees. she threw her head back, her face contorting in pleasure while she let out short high pitched moans, chest heaving with every breath that escaped her lungs.

her wine coloured strands stuck to her skin as a light sheen of sweat covered her naked body.

sanzu peppered open-mouthed kisses along her chest; kissing over the littered bruises along her skin, tongue darting out to trace them, leaving wet trails of his saliva. he could tell she was close with how much she squeezed around his cock, fuck, he had to hold himself back from cumming right away.

he switched from rubbing mitsu’s clit to slapping it, bringing tears to her eyes. “mmm, that’s it baby.. let go for me. cum for your moonlight.”

it didn’t take much before the knot inside her stomach snapped, immediately cumming around sanzu’s cock. “sanzu!” mitsu arched her back as she cried his name out loud. hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as pure pleasure engulfed her whole body—every muscle becoming taut.

sanzu licked a long stripe from between the valley of her breasts up to the side of her neck and whispered sweet praises in her ear, all while slapping her clit.

after riding out her orgasm, mitsu messily took sanzu’s cock out to stroke it. her hand quickly moving up and down his sticky shaft—her brain was still fogged with lust, and head dizzy from the mind blowing orgasm.

she looked at sanzu who had his head thrown back in pure bliss. adam’s apple bobbing with every moan that slipped past his lips. “fuuuck.. mitsu!” she rubbed her thumb at the apex of his cock, stimulating the sensitive slit of it while her other hand worked up and down his shaft.

“mmm, cum for me, baby..” sanzu let out a string of profanities as he let go. his thick, hot cum spurted every where, painting mitsu’s abdomen and chest white. she rode out his orgasm by fisting his cock harder and massaging his balls which earned a whine of protest from the man beneath her, overstimulating him.

“shit, sunshine.. you drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?”

© mitsuyeaah

[deathmetalunicorn1]

If it's okay could I please ask for a yandere Mikey with kianna

Where he meets her as a girl at school but she's often called scary and gets into fights

and he ends up falling in love with her

-Initially Mikey paid you no attention, he came to class and paid enough attention to at least pass. Everyone in school knew of him and many feared him, knowing exactly what he could do and knew not to cross him.

-His interested was piqued when he overheard a couple of girls whispering on how scary you were, as you had taken out a whole girl gang by yourself after they had insulted you.

-You kept to yourself most of the time, not really interacting with others, and the more he watched you the more he realized how similar the two of you were- isolated due to the fear of others but also respected due to your skills as fighters.

-Mikey was the one to approach you after school, wanting to know more about you and he even offered you a dorayaki, “Want one?” You were initially a bit thrown off by his actions, as you knew of his reputation, and you had to wonder why he came to you.

-You accepted his treat and the two of you sat in a park together, Mikey was smiling but you could feel something dark about him, an evil sort of energy if you had to put a word to it, but it wasn’t directed at you, it was lying dormant.

-He leaned on his knees, bending over to watch you, “So you took out a gang by yourself?” your cheeks flushed red, surprising him as you turned your head, feeling a bit bashful, “You… you heard about that?”

-His eyes went wide, seeing you being so shy as he felt a love arrow slam into his heart, obliterating it on how cute you were but he kept himself calm, grinning over, “I did- you’re amazing!!”

-He was quick to realize how shy you were with praise, making you even cuter in his eyes, and he was an absolute gremlin, constantly showering you with praise, wanting to see even more cute reactions from you.

-Mikey was quick to lay claim to you, silently glaring at other boys who came over to you, trying to chat you up, giving them only one warning that you were taken, and Mikey isn’t the type to share.

-At first you were a bit thrown off by his affections as he hugged you from behind, calling you with a slight whine in his voice, holding hands, and taking you to meetings with Tomen, introducing you to his friends as his girlfriend.

-However, over time you grew close to Mikey, staying close to him and he adored it, seeing your attention on him, which is all he wanted.

-You grew comfortable being his girlfriend, as you knew that you were safe, and he also knew that you could handle business yourself if needed, which many in Tomen respected you for, looking up to you as they did Mikey.

-Mikey knew early on that he was going to wife you one day, and he was going to make it happen, no matter what- you were never going to leave him. Ever.

[seleneprince]

Introducing my tokyorev ocs and their dynamics with the characters with memes because that's the best way to introduce anyone:

[yaziisa]

𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 (東京リベンジャーズ)

𝒮𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦

𝒯ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡 (Ongoing)

(+18, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬)

[rosesandthornsblog]

Some doodles i did in my free time.

The twins (my ocs)

Mikey (i love him so much)

And these sillies

[welcometoassistantclub]

CHAKI - TEAM WALHALLA

15 сентября день рождение Чаки!

У меня такое чувство что любимым персонажем Чаки в Токрев был бы Казутора, почему? Я НЕ ЗНАЮ!! Правда, вот просто чувствую и всё. В целом я ассоциирую его с бандой Вальхаллы поэтому да.

+ каждое мною просмотренное аниме считается просмотренным у Чаки, я хочу хотя бы немного понимать за что он может пояснить😗🎶

Пс, на шее переводка👀

[intheafterall]

I want to promote this artist. They are incredible. They do NSFW and SFW. Commissions are inexpensive and they are incredibly talented. All their information on X I will link. They are also on Instagram sfw. I censored this commission they did for me and I'm putting it under the cut just for safety.

MDNI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My OC Zeke and Mikey.

[marahuyomae]

When they tried to argue on whose last name they are using now that they are getting a marriage registration:

Tatsuya: I am the reason why we are a poly in the first place because it was supposed to be me and Fumiko ONLY; but I was kind enough to let you in our relationship, So we should share my last name.

Izana: No! No. I am the one with the highest rank in our kingdom, We should take my last name.

Fumiko: *Checks at the time and sighs as she realized she would be late for her client's appointment if this keeps up.* Is it alright if the wife's last name was used during marriage?

Register: Why yes Ma'am.

Fumiko: *Sneaks to the register and places her last name in the marriage certificate and proceeds to walk out to get back to her law office.*

[dar-jeerling]

Bend The Elbow Outwards (Kurokawa Izana x OC)

read on AO3 instead

Prologue: Can't Make An Omelette Without Cracking A Few Eggs

The human brain is quite an interesting thing: pattern recognition is set in it so deeply that, whether subconsciously or not, one ends up making connections to different, completely unrelated things with the ease of a bird taking flight.

Whenever the girl hiding under the name Nagahara Kyouko thinks about her father, the first sound that comes to mind is not his warm laugh; not his accented Korean as he taught her how to read Hangul, nor his off-key singing of Japanese children’s songs about vegetables, memorised from cassettes sent to him all the way from Tokyo of children’s morning programmes.

Crack, goes the egg he’s showing her how to open at the edge of the bowl. They’re making tamagoyaki for breakfast - her on the dining chair dragged to the counter of their miniature kitchen, their one apron dwarfing her pudgy body as she giggles at the slimy texture of raw egg whites running through her just-washed hands, him right next to her, laughing and fishing eggshells out of the mixture.

Crack, goes the gun in the unfamiliar man’s hands on their doorstep. Her father’s head goes crack, too - falls in little, messy pieces on the floor and on her like the clumsily-cracked egg she’d held in her hands just this morning.

Brain matter isn’t as slimy and runny as egg whites, and skull fragments aren’t as soft and breakable as egg shells, and the blood and fluids on her (just-washed) hands makes her father’s gun difficult to hold—

(—crack, goes the gun again, and dying truly is an instantaneous thing when you’ve been killed correctly—)

—but the girl who will carry the name Nagahara Kyouko in a few short years wasn’t only taught by her father how to crack eggs.

Crack, goes the gun in her hands.

Crack, goes the man who (has, can, will) kill her.

An eternity later, when the blood has cooled and she has collected and separated her father’s remains from his (their) murderer’s, there’s a voice she has only heard on the phone, sharp and furious as always:

“Can’t even die properly, what is wrong with this useless child? That’s what I get for hiring incompetent idiots; can you imagine, getting dropped by a three-year old? An embarrassment to our clan! Hey, you, do you even know what I’m saying? That bastard’s Korean was worse than nonexistent, of course you don’t. Aish, playing with corpses, such a stupid brat. You’ll stink up my apartment for days now, why couldn’t I have you dead…”

A pause in the rapid stream of words; she doesn’t look up from the bloodstained floor, but the cutting glare of a predator scenting weakness is strong enough to make her dizzy.

“Hey. Japanese. You understand, yes?”

A heartbeat’s length of silence; is it better to stay quiet, or to make a sound? But if she opens her mouth, she’ll throw up, and then the life her father gave her will be forfeit. A nod, slow and low enough to also count as a bow; never look in the eyes of someone who is searching for something you have.

“Well, at least that you can do.”

The high-heeled shoes stop in front of her with a deafening crack; pale knees, a sensible, expensive, tailored suit in gray, blood-red lipstick on a mouth pursed in discontent for having to crouch closer to such a failure in this mess. A small, oval face, downy brown hair sensibly pulled back into a bun, fox-shaped eyes the colour of dried blood.

“No matter what that imbecile has tried to fill your head with, you’re still a daughter of the An Family. Your blood, though tainted, still has some use to us.” A smile: warm, friendly, inviting; no teeth in sight, and yet she can feel them closing around her jugular with every hammering heartbeat. “It must have been scary, right? Getting shot. But because we are of the An Family, we always find a way to fix it; your survival is proof you belong with us.”

The girl who will one day run away from the family legacy and take on her father’s surname meets the eyes of this woman who she could pass as a twin to, (if) when she grows up. What a comic way to put it - fix it, like reliving the measly five years of her life again after getting her brains blown out, perpetually swimming in terror as to when the one who gave birth to her will finally tire of her and her father’s existence and end this once and for all, was in order to join the An Family officially.

That An Family, blessed by a legendary gumiho with the power to change the future centuries ago, what has it done for her and her father, other than arrange their deaths? How arrogant of this woman, to think the only thought in her child’s mind in the face of death is ‘I have failed this family, I want to do my role better’ - when it was, in fact, simply, ‘I want to go back to those sunny days in the kitchen with Dad’.

Changing the future after death - that’s the ability the descendants of An Gildong are granted through his union with a Heavenly Fox. But she has not changed the future in the way she wanted; by the criteria laid in front of her, with this failure, she is unworthy of being a part of this family.

So with this loophole firmly in mind, Nagahara Tatsu’s daughter looks her mother in the eyes and says, “Whatever it is this esteemed person is talking about, I’m afraid it doesn’t pertain to me.”

Crack, sounds the collision between backhand and cheek. Blood drips down her face, mixing with the dried puddles on the floor. Over the vicious scolding she’s getting, a thought well-treaded forms yet again, this time confirmed after such a catastrophic failure:

Otou-san, truly, I have always wished to only share blood with you.

[murielmierch]

Unfortunately, these are all the sketches with the characters Tokrev and OC at the moment.

A small crossover between Tokrev and Magi

[mikeys-bike-slut]

Untitled Part 36 (THE END)

Here it is! The Untitled saga officially comes to end. Thank you all for reading and sticking with Angel on her adventures through thick and thin. <3

I hope I gave justice and wont disappoint you all too much haha

Previous part

T.W: fluff, slight angst

***

I was dreading this reunion but I missed Wakasa a lot and felt extremely guilty for abandoning him, deep down I tried to got myself ready for him sending me away but at least I had to apologies, in person. 

Fortunately the weather was nice so the ride to Wakasa was smooth. I pulled up to his pent house then I climbed the stairs and stopped as I reached the door. I hesitated. I waited a few minutes even considering just leaving but I knew I had to do it, Waka deserves this much. I took a deep breath and pressed the bell; though I knew the entry code, it just didn't feel right to just walk in. Soon enough the door opened but instead finding my leopard there, a young woman stood there, in her mid 30's long blonde hair wearing nothing but Wakasa's Black Dragon coat lazily wrapped around her. I don't even know why but my heart skipped a beat. 

"Uhm, hi. I'm looking for Wakasa?" I asked a bit unsure.

"Sorry kid but he is a bit busy" she smirked as she leaned against the door frame. 

"I really need to speak with him..." I said in a more serious tone as my annoyance level started to rise. 

Before she could reply suddenly Wakasa showed up only wearing a pair of joggers exposing his beautiful, colourful tattoos I love so much as he walked up to the woman and bit her shoulder before resting his lazy eyes on me. "What do you want Shishou?" 

"I'd like to speak with you, alone" I said ignoring the woman pressing herself against Wakasa.

"About what?" he cocked a brow while his hand ran up her body and jealousy started to claw at my chest. 

"About what happened, which no one else's business" I cocked a brow and crossed my arms on my chest.

"What if I don't wanna hear it?" he purred against her skin then averted his eyes back to me. 

"Then at least I said it. Wanna hear it or not you deserve this much" and with that sentence Wakasa pulled away from the woman.

"Scram" he shot her a glare then stepped out of the way. "Come on in" 

The woman gasped offended before storming upstairs. A few minutes later she hurried downstairs, her heels slammed against the oakwood floors expressing her anger. 

"Now pay up" she said in an annoyed tone and Wakasa lazily turned around. 

"You broke multiple rules and gave me the worst fucking blowjob of my life, I don't think so. Now leave before I call your boss" he said in a cold tone and the woman just audibly gasped before muttering obscenities as she left the pent house slamming the door behind her. 

"Ouch..." I frowned as I followed her with my eyes then looked back at Wakasa who was already looking at me. 

"So?" he cocked a brow as he leaned back on to sofa and spread his legs.

"Regardless of how you feel about me and what will you say I came here to apologize. You took me in, you took care of me, you trained me and I left you when you only tried to protect me. I gave you a horrible attitude and treated you horrible and for that I truly am sorry. You didn't deserve it" I said as I looked into his eyes trying to read him but I found it impossible. 

"That's all?" he cocked a brow.

"I guess. It is. I'm sorry for bothering you" I shook my head as I stood up. 

"You know the least you could do is suck me off after scaring off my plaything" he said as as he motioned to his nether region.

"Yeah, I'm gonna pass on that. I fucked up majorly and I truly am sorry but I'm not gonna let you guilt trip me into a fucking blow job" I said coldly as I stared into his eyes. His eyes were emotionless and lazy as he held my gaze but suddenly his look softened and a smile appeared on his lips. 

"C'mere kitten" he said softly as he opened his arms to me. "I would never manipulate you into sex, I just wanted to see if you learned your value, and I'm glad you did" 

"You idiot..." I let out a relieved sigh and wiped my eyes before he grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me into his lap. 

"As for the apology, I forgive you, under one condition" he said as he looked at me.

"What is it?" I asked as I caressed his cheek.

"You'll move in with me" he said in a serious but soft tone as he reached up and tucked a long strand behind my ear. 

"Are you sure?" 

"More than anything. Hate to admit but it was hell without you... waking up to an empty bed, coming home to an empty house, it felt cold and lonely. Obviously it means nothing, you can see other people, sleep with whoever you want etcetera" he explained and I cocked a brow. 

"What if I don't want to?" I asked as I looked at him and suddenly his eyes widened and he became speechless. "What I meant it, what if I don't wanna see and sleep with other people?" 

"Oh?" he cocked a brow in confusion. 

"Why would I want anyone else when I have  the White Leopard himself?" I bit my lip and looked into his eyes. 

"Well... you needed the Haitanis" he grinned and cocked a brow in a questioning manner.

"Well, I actually haven't slept with the Haitanis while I was in Tenjiku" I shook my head. 

"Really?" his surprise was genuine which deep down annoyed me a bit but I just swallowed. "How come?" 

"Well, everyday when I returned I had a beautiful leopard waiting for me, who wasn't just gorgeous but also gave me the best orgasm of my life" I smirked as I leaned closer and slowly his signature smirk that I missed so much appeared on his lips. 

"Hmmm well he sounds really lucky" he smirked then gently grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a deep kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck automatically as I leaned more into his kiss. "I missed you, Angel" he whispered into my lips. 

"I missed you too, Wakasa" I replied softly into his kiss. 

"Glad to have you back home" he smiled as he caressed me cheek then pressed another kiss onto my lips. 

It's good to be home, Waka 

[asirensrage]

Open to Suggestions - aka help me choose please!

I'm working on what's turning out to be a really long oneshot. It's a bit darker than I intended (and possibly might get darker based on the last paragraph I wrote). I'm stuck on choosing who the guy is that my oc is interacting with. I was thinking of someone from Tokyo Revengers but I can't decide. So, I'm sharing an unedited snippet below. Tell me who comes to mind! I'm open to suggestions. (I also haven't decided if it's going to be a single pairing or a poly ship, so feel free to suggest that as well lol).

“Excuse me,” she stops one of the waitresses as they pass by. “Could I get the bill?” It was unusual that she hadn’t received it yet. Usually it’s dropped off with the food. “Ah,” the waitress looks surprised and glances somewhere behind Naomi before she smiles down at her. “It’s already paid.”  Naomi frowns, knowing that she certainly hasn’t had the chance to do so and it wasn’t like Hannah was going to appear and pay in an effort to beg forgiveness. She probably couldn’t even if she wanted to. “Who?” “Me,” a voice says before she finds the man from last night setting himself down in the seat across from her. He motions to the waitress and Naomi catches how the woman scrambles away. He looks as well dressed as he was last night, in a different suit but one that she could now tell looked expensive.  “You didn’t have to.” “I wanted to,” he says. “I told you I’d make it up to you.” “And I wasn’t interested.” She shifts in her chair, running over the exits and her chances of getting to one before he can catch her. She doesn’t know what’s going on, but she doesn’t like it. “How did you find me?”  “How does one find anyone?” He avoids answering. Another warning sign. Especially with the casual admittance that he did seek her out. Tourists are not uncommon here and she knows that she doesn’t stand out as much as she could. He shouldn’t have been able to find her this easily, unless she didn’t lose him last night as she thought she did.  “What do you want?” “To spend some time with a cute girl.”  “I’m sure you can find one in the city. Lots of people after all.”  “Not like you,” he says.  “I doubt that.” He leans back in his chair, throwing an arm over the back of it. “You’d be surprised.”  She doesn’t respond, waiting until he finally decides to give her an answer. He takes the time to look her over.  “How’s your friend?” Her eyes narrow and she leans forward, resting her elbows against the table. “I never said I had a friend.”  He smiles at her, indulgently. Instinct tells her to run, to go back to the hotel, drag her friend to an embassy and get them home as soon as possible. “My people caught her coming out of the club. By that point she was already robbed, but we helped her get home.”  “Yeah?” she asks. “How’d you know where to take her? Or that she was my friend?” “She told us.”  Her stomach drops like stone. “What?”  He leans forward, matching her position across from her. “Your friend. Hana, isn’t it? She told us her friend left, described you and that you’d help her. She had to find you. We managed to get her to say your hotel and we brought her back. The staff were very accommodating in helping.”  Naomi shoves the chair back, standing up and grabs her bag. They need to get out of here. Now.  He watches her leave, and she can’t stop herself from looking back once she’s out the door. He stares at her from the window and waves his fingers at her. She runs back to the hotel. 

[gogoyolko]

Way to say "I Love You" #37 - "Can I Kiss You?" (WIP)

Pairing: Minami “South” Terano x Renge Haitani (OC)

Word Count: 973

Authors Note: This is my first time writing anything, or at least anything like this, that someone else will see. It’s unfinished but I need to start from somewhere and if improvement hinges on divulging my self ship nonsense, then so be it. Any feedback is welcome, even just a simple like tells me “Hey! You’re doing something right! Not too shabby!” Thank you!

Neither of them knew what time it was but it really didn’t matter; wherever they went there were streetlights.

South led the way for most of the ride but was soon overtaken by Renge who gestured for him to follow her.

She weaved in and out of traffic, laughing at the blaring horns and screeching tires. She darted into a parking garage and almost lost South in the process.

He managed to follow her, his knee sliding against the pavement and thinning a hole in his new jeans. They rode up several floors before stopping on a relatively abandoned level.

Renge pulled her helmet off and grinned widely at him. “Good job keeping up. And that turn? I thought you were a goner.”

He threw a half-hearted glare her way. “I don’t know how I did it either.” He said, getting off his bike. “One of these days I’m actually gonna wipe out and you’re gonna feel really bad.”

“Yeah?” Renge laughed, situating her helmet between her thighs as she perched on her seat. “I doubt I’d feel that bad. That would be more your fault than mine.”

South gave a bemused smile. “Sure thing, crybaby.” He teased.

Renge rolled her eyes and shook her head, scoffing. She turned around to place her helmet on its spot at the back of her bike and when she turned back to face South he was looking outside at the snow that started to fall. “You good?” She asked as she got off her bike.

South looked back at her. “Yeah, fine.” He shrugged. “Just… checking out the weather.”

His attempt at nonchalance made Renge smile. “I heard you like snow. Is that true?” she asked as she started down the stairs.

For one of the few times in his life, South felt flustered. “Yeah,” he laughed as he still tried to shrug it off. “I guess growing up without it makes it more appealing.”

As they made it out onto the sidewalk, Renge looked up at the sky. “I guess I can see that.” She turned and kept walking down the street. “C’mon, it’s just, like, a minute that way.” She said, pointing North.

It was definitely a short walk but definitely not a boring one. Being as tall as he is, South received constant stares and Renge got a similar reception for being adjacent to him with her diminutive stature. Honestly, the tokkōfuku, tattoos, and unorthodox hair colors didn’t help them blend in with the office workers and students that walked the streets with them.

As they walked, South couldn’t help but notice the couples around them. He glanced down at Renge who seemed completely oblivious, instead focused on reaching their destination. She had that scrunched up, determined look on her face that he adored. How someone who was typically wide-eyed and sweet could manage to look so sour was beyond him. He supposed that was one of the reasons he fell in love with her to begin with: she was multi-faceted. He smiled softly and wondered if he should say something but ultimately decided against it. Maybe he’d wait for Christmas Eve… or her birthday… or—

“Hey!” Renge shouted, jumping up to hit him on the chest. “We’re here!” She said before she crossed her arms and pretended to look at the scene in front of them when, in reality, she was watching for South’s reaction.

They stood at the end of an avenue lined with at least two dozen zelkova trees, each adorned with multiple strings of lights that seemed to twinkle as the snow fell. In a city full of lights it still managed to stand out. There were no fancy gimmicks or choreographed music but that honestly didn’t matter to South.

“So?” Renge asked.

South smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. “This is amazing.” He looked down at her and smiled genuinely. “Thank you.”

Renge looked up at him and almost choked on her spit in surprise. She quickly looked back down. “Y-yeah! For sure! I-I know you like sightseeing and stuff so I figured this would be pretty…”

They were both quiet for a few beats before South decided to break the silence. “Hey… can I kiss you?” He asked softly.

Renge’s eyes widened and she jumped back a bit. “K-kiss?” She asked. Her heart began pounding in her ears and she felt like she’d faint. “I-I…”

“You can say ‘no’, Ojōsama.” He teased.

“N-no!” She said quickly. “I mean yes! Please do!” She said, quickly covering her reddening cheeks. “Just give me a sec…” she said, rubbing her face.

South shrugged, trying to play off his nerves. “Take your time.”

Renge took a deep breath and stalked over to a bench and stepped up, turning to face him. “Alright, let’s do this.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ears.

South laughed. “Don’t make it sound like a chore.” He walked over to her. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“I want to! I’m just… nervous.” She said, looking down.

“You don’t think I am, too?” He asked, taking her chin and tilting her face up to meet his eyeline because, despite her standing on a bench, she was still far shorter than him.

“I… can’t really think right now…” she admitted.

South chuckled and slowly closed the gap between them. “Now you know how I feel.” He said, leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. He put a hand on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

Renge deepened the kiss and brought a hand to his shoulder. She couldn’t believe this was happening. Not the kissing, she’s kissed plenty of people, South included, but it was where and when they were kissing. It was Omotesando at Christmas and they were surrounded by beautiful lights. It kind of felt magical.

[yaziisa]

𝒮𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜

𝒜𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦, 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝒥𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛, 𝒥𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑛'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝒯ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝒯𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒.

𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ-𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑟 𝒯𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑖 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑎 𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑠𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑜𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑢𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠.

𝒜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝒮𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑀𝑎ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑎 𝒴𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑎𝑘𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑦.

[rosesandthornsblog]

Drawing mikey's hair in my opinion can be do hard at times for some reason.

I still love this man though.

I'd like to properly draw and color him but sketching just seems so much more fun.

Also some old lucua doodles.