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wellterr ¡ 1 year ago
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some tr shenanigans
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firstdivisiongirl ¡ 11 months ago
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can i request headcanons for Tokyo revenger; draken, Mikey, mistuya and baji in a scenario where they're walking and a random girl (reader) walks up to them and begs them to pretend they know her because she thinks shes being followed?
(Bonus if reader isn't from japan and just moved there so her language skills aren't that great)
Hi there. This was so cute! So, the only one I did not write for is Mikey. I might eventually write one for Mikey and maybe a few other characters. I made the reader for Mitsuya and Draken foreign, but not Baji's. Idk why I did that but it kind of happened? Anyways, sorry for rambling. Thank you for the request and please enjoy!
Trigger Warning: Stalking
Baji, Mitsuya and Draken Helping Out a Female Reader When They Feel Uncomfortable
Baji:
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Baji is a true gentleman
I know right!  Shocker
You were walking home late one night from the supermarket because you needed something to eat and you had nothing at home
You felt these eyes on you
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man following you
He walked a little faster and faster, but you still felt like you were being followed
Suddenly, you saw this guy, about your age with beautiful long black hair
You walked up to him and asked him quietly if he would just pretend to be with you
You explained that you felt like you were being followed and were scared
Baji immediately looked around and then grabbed your hand.
The man walked away thinking you two were a couple
He asked where you lived and he took drove you home on his motorcycle that was parked not far from where you two were
When you arrived home, he gave you his number
He said if you ever needed to run an errand late at night or felt uncomfortable ever to just call him and he would be there for you
Mama Baji would be proud of her son
And you were happy to have a new friend
Mitsuya:
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Another gentleman in Toman
You were new to Tokyo
Really Japan in general
Ever since you moved to Tokyo, you worked late at night at a convenience store so that you could earn extra money to help out the family and take care of your younger siblings
One night on the way home, you just had this bad feeling
You felt like you were being watched
Which was only made worse when you saw a mysterious figure behind you
But suddenly, you saw this boy
He had silver hair and an earring in his left ear
You walked up to him and tried to tell him what was going on
Sadly, your Japanese wasn’t great
He tried to follow, but he was having trouble
Suddenly, a few words clicked and he figured out you were being followed and you wanted him to pretend to know you
He grabbed your hand and smiled at you, kissing your cheek
You were bright red at this point
So was he
Eventually, he noticed the figure walk away
After that, he told you who he in the best English he could speak
Thankfully, he was a good student in English class, so he wasn’t too bad
He apologized for the kiss and walked you the rest of the way home telling you about himself as you did the same
Turns out that was the start of a beautiful friendship
And eventually a really cute romance
Draken:
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All these Toman boys are just gentleman
I swear, they are
But anyways
You were on your way home from cram school and you saw a man out of the corner of your eye
You kept walking hoping you were just freaking out for nothing
Well, you weren’t
Eventually, you saw this guy with a dragon tattoo on the side of his head
He looked scary, but you were desperate
You walked up to him and in your best Japanese, you begged him to help you out and pretend to know you.
Well, Draken was a bit confused at first but he saw the look in your eyes and decided to help you out
He walked with you until he saw the man leave
He handed you his number and asked you to meet him after school the next day
After that, he introduced you to all of his friends, including the boys and Emma
That one act of kindness helped you to feel more comfortable not only that one night, but for the rest of your life in Tokyo
They even helped you learn more Japanese and you helped them with English
You were thankful for Draken’s kindness
And Draken was happy to help someone in need
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justauthoring ¡ 11 months ago
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SIGNS OF AFFECTION - TOKYO REVENGERS
includes: maniro "mikey" sano, chifuyu matsuno, mitsuya takashi & ken “draken” ryuguji
a/n: bet none of yall were expecting some tokyo rev headcanons tonight (i miss tokyo revengers :()
MIKEY:
physical touch:
Likes to hold your hand; thread his fingers through yours and feel your palm pressed against him. It reassures Mikey that you're still there, with him and by his side. If the two of you are out walking, he'll reach for your hand. If he wants to pull you somewhere to show you something, he'll grab your hand. It helps ground Mikey too, so if you see he's upset or angry, you'll grab his hand and it'll be enough to calm him down.
Always has an arm wrapped around your waist; he thinks his arm fits perfectly slotted against your waist. Likes the way doing so pulls you flush against his side, where he can feel your warmth seep into him. Mikey especially enjoys the way you always lean into the touch, head falling on his shoulder and your own arm occasionally coming to wrap around his waist too. Does it a lot when at school (if he shows up) or at gang meetings to show everyone there you're his.
Constantly asking for hugs; he'll do it in that whiny way he does with Draken or Emma, a certain vulnerability he only shows to certain people. Mikey will open his arms up, the invitation clear and if you don't respond to it right away, he'll pout at you until you do. Usually, that's not a problem though because you love his hugs; like the way he holds you tightly and presses a comforting hand to the back of your head while you thread your fingers through his hair.
CHIFUYU:
quality time:
Plans date nights; he'll always take in consideration on what you want to do, but most of the time, Chifuyu likes to be the one to plan date nights. You have no qualms about it, especially since Chifuyu is a die-hard romantic and is great at planning date nights. He'll make them simple and relaxing or exciting and adventurous depending on either of your moods, and dedicate the entire evening to you and your guys' relationship.
Always asks to study together; even if the two of you aren't in the same class or aren't working on the same subject, Chifuyu will still ask if you guys study together. It can be in the library or in one of your rooms, doesn't matter to im just as long as the two of you are doing it together. It works out too because if you're stuck on something, Chifuyu will push aside what he's doing to help you and you'll do the same for him; studying together is quite effective for the both of you as it eases any stress and gives the comfort of still being able to spend time together.
Likes to cook together; if the opportunity presents itself, which Chifuyu often tries to make sure it does, he'll present the idea to cook together. You'll oblidge, of course, and the two of you work seamlessly together. It's like routine by now that the both of you cook so well together, that it becomes natural to do so.
MITSUYA:
giving gifts:
Makes clothes for you; it's something Mitsuya has done since the start of your relationship, but continuously does and more frequently when he realizes just how much you like it and how much he enjoys the smile on your face when he gives you it. The pride he'll feel is undeniable when you smile at him, tell him how well the clothing fits and how beautiful his work is and the reward of seeing you in his clothing afterwards is more than worth it.
Finds random, small things when shopping and gives it to you; you'll just randomly wake up to a small gift wrapped on your night table with no word from Mitsuya or even a card. It's always random, usually small, like a little figurine or a book and it'll be completely unexpected. When you ask him about it when you see him later that day, Mitsuya will just shrug, say he say you looking at it and decided to get it for you and will blush when smile up at him and thank him with a sweet kiss to the lips.
Gives the best anniversay gifts; no matter how hard you try, Mitsuya's gifts always tops yours. He'll find the most beautiful piece of jewelry or make the most gorgeous, detailed piece of clothing that will literally make your jaw fall to the floor. Mitsuya will do it with a smile and a flush and when you give him your own, the smile widens as if somehow yours is better (it isn't).
DRAKEN:
attention:
Remembers the smallest details; doesn't matter if you said something in passing one day or convinced something heavy and heartfelt, Draken will remember both. He's conscious of the things that bother or upset you, and pays attention to the things that make you happy. He'll offer to watch a movie you randomly said you wanted to watch three weeks ago when you both finally have the time, or buy you a coffee from the out-of-the-away cafe you'd complained about once because he knows you like it so much.
Always makes eye contact; if you're speaking to him, Draken is careful to make sure you know he's listening. The second your lips part and he realizes you're talking to him, he'll shift his entire body if he has to to be able to meet your gaze. It's almost intimidating but endearing at the same time, meeting your eyes when the two of you are naked in bed, in the throes of each other, never wavering and making you feel seen and important.
Drops everything for you; if you're talking, nothing else matters. Draken will quite literally drop everything; a wrench that he's using to work on a car, or a book he's reading, or anything. The second he hears your voice, he's paying full attention to everything that leaves your lips. It warms your heart in an undeniable way, makes you all giddy and flushed when he just smiles at you and encourages you to continue.
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hoejosatoru ¡ 1 year ago
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Tokyo Revengers men + milf/cougar!reader (nsfw)
Ft. Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora all post time skip
warnings: age gaps, potential power dynamics, mommy kink, oral fem receiving, raw sex, cream pie, hand job, sugar baby, cheating
Draken - cougar hunter
I hc that Draken lovesss older women. Like he hates bull shit and games that girls his age try to play in relationships. He wants someone that knows what they want and has experience. Definitely goes out of his way to seduce older women, its a major turn on for him. Despite the age gap, he is not the submissive one at all.
When the handsome young man slid a drink to you at the bar, you envisioned a few ways the night could play out. None were as good as the one you currently found yourself in. "Fuck you're taking me so good," Draken grunted as he pounded into from behind. Riding back to his place on his motorcycle was such an aphrodisiac that neither of you could make it to the bed.
You gripped the counter tightly, but kept your back perfect arched for Draken. He was so deep inside you it drove him wild. He gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hot spit dropped from his mouth to your tight hole. He massaged the tight ring, making you moan. "Don't tease me, Ken, finger me," you demanded, arching your back even more to display yourself to him.
Draken let out a low curse, pressing his thumb into your ass. "You'll be the fucking death of me."
Mikey - kink unlocked
Mikey always thought older women were hot, but he didn't think it would be that different than fucking someone his age. I don't think he was ever really submissive until then, but realizes he likes it. He also never thought about having a mommy kink but then...
Mikey couldn't exactly recall the chain of events that led him to being pinned under his hot older neighbor, but he was very happy to be there. You were letting him suck on your tits while you ground your clothed cunt over his leaky cocky. He groaned as his tongue flicked across your nipple, making your hips stir even more.
"Mmm, you're good with your mouth baby," you complimented. "Gonna make you taste me later. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Little did you know, Mikey spent many evenings fisting his cock to that exact scenario.
"Fuck yeah I wanna taste you so bad." He tried to sit up so he could get you on your back, but you pushed him back down.
"Not yet, wanna ride you first," you nipped at his lip. You slipped out of your underwear, making Mikey curse under his breath at the sight of you. You took his leaky cock in your hands. "Gonna be a good boy for mommy?"
Something switched in Mikey at his words. A low groan escaping his lips at his cock twitched at your words. He never knew how fucking hot that would be. "I'll do anything for you."
Mitsuya - sugar baby
Mitsyua doesn't necessary have a preference of his partner being older or younger, whoever he connects with is what matters. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or anything like that either. I do think older women would naturally gravitate towards him. He's very mature and poised + I think his job in fashion designer would put him in the path of a lot of older women. I could see him developing a sugar baby like relationship with one of his regular costumers.
Mitsyua had always been told not to mix business with pleasure, but when the pleasure looked as good as you, how could he listen to that? You'd been a regular costumer for awhile and you instantly had chemistry. Every time Mistuya got close to you, wrapping his measuring tape around your body, well it was only a matter of time before something happened. That something being a quickie in his dressing room.
Since then you come to get custom garments regularly, often paying more than necessary because you just wanted to spoil Mitsuya. You took him out to a few fancy dinners as well, but your primary hook ups happened at his studio. Which is exactly what happened today. After Mitsuya put you in a sexy little dress - that fit you perfectly he might add - he couldn't even wait to get it off you. He lifted you on to his work desk, hiked up at dress and buried his face in your cunt.
"You look so fucking sexy," Mitsuya mused. His tongue is teasing your swollen clit, making you moan. He slipped a finger inside you, stroking your sweet spot lazily. He wasn't in a hurry to get you off, he never was. He liked to milk each experience for all it was worth.
"Mmm, that's more of compliment for yourself. You did all the work with he dress," you replied. You hooked your leg over his shoulder, pulling him in closer. A not so subtle hint that you weren't as patient as he was.
Mitsuya smirked, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. "Nah, the woman makes the dress. Besides, you look better naked." He attached his lips to your clit, sucking intently. He wouldn't be leaving that spot between your thighs until you were both fully satisfied.
Baji - friend's mom
Baji has absolutely been fantasizing about getting with a friends mom foreverrr. Like it's a sex bucket list thing for him. I don't see him as having a mommy kink or being submissive in this either. I think it's more a power trip thing? Like especially if you're still married he'd lowkey think it's hot you'd risk cheating with him. In general I think it's like the rush of fulfilling a fantasy/risk taking that gets him into it.
Baji had always been the most interesting, and bold, of your son's friends. You were no stranger to their stares, you were a good looking woman. But Baji? He took it a step further. He openly flirty with you when the boys weren't around, secretly found ways to touch you even when they were around. You thought it was harmless and nothing would come of it, until he was at your bedroom door when he should have been sleeping in the basement with the rest of your son and the rest of his friends. Both of you knew what this meant.
"Harder," you urged, wrapping your legs around his waist. He was pounding you into the mattress, but you still wanted more. Your eyes devoured Baji's large, toned frame. The faintest bit of sweat had formed on his abs and you wanted to lick it up. You hadn't been this turned on in a minute.
"You're insatiable," Baji grinned. He loved it, how he could feel the way your body craved him by the way it squeezed his cock. "Your husband not fucking you good enough?" Thank god he was on a business trip this week.
You moaned as loudly as you dared. Your son's room was far down in the basement, but still. "No, never," you whined, "Not like you Baji. Fucking me so good." Baji drank in your words. determined to have you humming on his cock like only he could.
Kazutora - mommy kink
Kazutora has a massive mommy kink. The subbiest boy :(. Definitely seeks out older women to take care of his needs.
"Doing so good for me today baby," you coo at the man laid out on your bed. You had Kazutora stripped down, his hands dutifully at his sides as you stroke his cock. He knows he's not allowed to touch until he's cum, but it's hard for him not to.
"Please, mommy, needa cum so bad it hurts," he whined. You knew he was close; you'd been teasing him for awhile. His body was flushed and his tip was bright red and leaking.
"Aw, my sweet boy is feeling needy, huh?" you kissed his forehead. "Let's get you off, yeah?" Kazutora whimpered as you returned to your ministrations. You pumped him faster, squeezing him higher. The lube you'd covered his pretty cock in made an obscene squelching noise that embarrassed Kazutora, but you only found it hotter.
"Feels so good mommy!" He was breathlessly whimpering, his hips bucking up to fuck your hand. Finally his body twitched as he cum, the hot release spilling down your hand and onto his tummy.
"Good boy."
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thvkei ¡ 2 years ago
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tokyo revengers text threads; little nothings!
including. mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya.
summary. just them being the most amazing boyfriends ever:p send requests with what they should react to!! 💗
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bebe-writes-stuff ¡ 2 months ago
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hi! can i ask a Tok Rev characters x reader where the reader is like Yor from SpyxFamily? like super strong, even stronger than mikey, clueless, shit at cooking and very sweet
Holyyy, it’s been SO long since I last wrote on here. I genuinely missed writing, and dw I’ll catch up on all the writing I have to do. Anyway this ain’t a life update 🙄 Ik yall js want jump to the story right away ugh Patrica you don’t care abt me at all. 😢
I loveee this prompt cs I actually had a good story idea for this, enjoy! ♥️
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It was just you and your younger sister, Mio. You were always working hard to support the both of you, but… you weren’t exactly a pro at housework
“So, how do you like it Mimi?” You said proud only to have your hopes crushed by her disgusted face.
She quickly sprinted the kitchen sink as she hurled, “what the heck did you put in this?! It tastes like ass.”
You frowned deciding if you should let it go or throw a pan at her, that attitude is not gonna get her far unharmed..
Sighing, you rolled your eyes cleaning up and throwing away whatever was left of the food, “I guess, we’ll have to order food again since someone excepts me to be chef Gusteau.”
“It’s not my fault someone can’t cook for shit, but I can ask Reiji to get us—”
You cut her off, your soft-spoken, light-hearted tone completely changed. “Mio, I don’t want a single fucking thing from that piece of shit you call a boyfriend.”
Mio looked down, disappointed and upset. She expected that response—you were always blunt and clear about how much you hated her boyfriend. But you never wanted to force her to do anything, because at the end of the day, she “loved” him. Still, you knew better. It wasn’t love—it was attachment, plain and toxic.
“I don’t understand why you can’t stand Reiji. He’s really sweet, I promise. You just have to give him some time to prove that to you.”
You were completely done with her excuses.
“Mimi, do you not see the way he talks to you? That is not how you speak to someone you claim to love. He doesn’t love you—he’s just fucking using you.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Shut the hell up. I’m done. We’re not talking about this bullshit again.”
Her eyes welled up at the harshness in your voice. She was still your little sister. Without any more words, she went to her room, where she spent the rest of the day silently crying. Meanwhile, you cleaned the house, disappointed and sad about how you’d spoken to her—but deep down, she knew you were right. He didn’t love her.
But she couldn’t let him go. She couldn’t imagine life without him.
What terrified her more than losing him… was how you’d react once you found out he’d gone as far as putting his hands on her.
You waited quietly for the food you’d ordered to arrive. Once it did, you fixed a plate for her and walked to her door, knocking gently. No answer. You hesitated, then slowly opened it. The room was empty, but the bathroom light was on.
“Oh, I guess she’s in there,” you thought, curiosity growing as you stepped closer and peeked in.
And nothing could’ve prepared you for what you saw.
Your heart dropped.
Putting the plate down, you slowly opened the door, your eyes locking onto your sister’s soft, beautiful face—battered and bruised.
You froze. How the hell didn’t you notice?
You thought she’d just gotten into makeup lately… but no. You had it all wrong. She was using it to hide what Reiji had been doing to her.
She looked horrified. Her hand trembled, the concealer slipping from her grip and hitting the floor.
“Y-Y/N, wait—listen to me. Just hear me out. He didn’t mean to, I swear. He was just… mad.”
Rage didn’t even begin to cover what you felt. You were holding back a fucking storm.
“So he was the one that did that to you.”
“He didn’t mean—”
“Answer the damn question. Yes or no.”
She swallowed hard, eyes falling to the floor, shame written all over her face.
“…Yes.”
Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Take the makeup off and get dressed. We’re going out.”
She didn’t talk back or ask questions—she knew better. Your face, your tone, your whole vibe had gone cold in an instant. She’d never seen you like this.
Mio kept close behind as you left the house, walking the streets with no idea where you were taking her.
“That shithead… he’s in the Tokyo Manji Gang, right?”
“Yeah,” she muttered.
“Well then. Looks like we’re paying them a little visit.”
Her eyes widened. She tried to stop you, saying it was dangerous, begging you to let it go—but it was already too late. You’d made up your mind, and there was no turning back now.
The two of you stood at the foot of Musashi Shrine, dozens of bikes lined up like a warning.
You were just a few stairs away from the bastard who laid his hands on your sister.
“Let’s go.”
The closer you got to their “spot,” the clearer everything became—groups of guys lined up, all in the same uniform. At the top of the stairs stood a short blonde guy. Next to him, a taller blonde with a dragon tattoo on the side of his shaved head.
You scoffed.
“Bunch of trash. All they do is fight and act like they own the damn city.”
Your sister moved closer, almost hiding behind you. She didn’t want this. She wanted to run. But it was too late.
Their leader faltered mid-sentence, his speech cutting off as his eyes locked on you. Two girls—one terrified, the other shooting daggers into his soul—had just crashed their gathering.
“Kenny, what the hell—” he muttered to his friend.
“I don’t know who the fuck that is, man. Why’s she looking at you like that? What’s her problem?” Kenny replied, already annoyed.
Whispers rippled through the crowd as people turned to see you and your sister walking straight through them. You pulled her close, ignoring the rude comments tossed your way.
You made your way directly to the top—toward the leader.
“Hey! Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just waltz in here? Do you even know where the hell you are?” someone shouted behind you.
You stopped in front of the leader, eyes locked on his. He glanced at you, then at your sister’s bruised face.
“You… you’re their commander, right? Or whatever the fuck it is.”
Caught off guard by your tone, he blinked.
“What the fuck?”
“Are you deaf or something? I asked you a question.”
“Who the fuck are you talking to like that?” the taller one snapped, stepping forward, trying to use his height to intimidate you.
Didn’t work. Just made the tension worse.
“Kenny, wait.” the shorter one held him back, then looked at you.
“Yeah. I am. Who are you?”
“Fuck the introductions.”
“One of your shitty little boys laid his hands on my sister. So I’m here to say—real simple—I’m gonna beat his fucking ass. And you’re not gonna do a damn thing about it.”
He looked stunned. No way. That couldn’t be true.
None of them would stoop that low… would they? Beating on a girl barely half their size? That would destroy Toman’s reputation.
“That’s impossible. Toman has a rep, you know.”
You scoffed.
“Yeah? Well, for a so-called leader, you clearly don’t know what the hell’s going on in your own gang.”
“Who? What’s his name?”
You turned, facing the sea of uniforms behind you.
“So what’s it gonna be? You gonna man up and step forward?”
A pause. Silence.
Then your voice cut through it again—cold and sharp.
“Or do I have to drag your sorry ass up here myself, Reiji?”
Only when you said his name did he finally step forward.
He swallowed hard.
“Mio…” he whispered, eyes begging her to leave.
He never thought you’d actually show up—let alone put him on blast in front of everyone.
He stepped up to Mikey.
“What happened? Explain yourself.”
Mikey’s glare cut through him. Reiji opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“Reiji,” Draken said, his voice low but sharp, now locked in on him.
“M-Mikey, that’s my girlfriend. She’s just… dramatic. We got into a little argument. It was her fault.”
He kept rambling, voice shaky, making excuse after excuse. But it didn’t matter.
You already got the confirmation you needed.
You let go of your sister’s hand.
And all hell broke loose.
“So you like putting your hands on girls, huh?”
You stepped toward him, eyes locked, fists clenched.
…
You didn’t stop. Not when the blood hit the pavement. Not when his mouth was too swollen to talk. Not when his legs gave out and he dropped to the ground like the pathetic coward he was.
You kept going.
Your fists were raw, knuckles busted open—but you didn’t care.
Reiji wasn’t moving much anymore, barely conscious. You grabbed him by the collar, yanked his head up, ready to throw another punch—
Then your hand moved. Quick. Too quick.
Out of your jacket pocket came a small black blade. You flicked it open without a second thought and pressed it to his throat.
Dead silence.
Your sister gasped.
“Y-Y/N…” she whispered, her voice trembling. You didn’t even look at her. Your entire body was still, except the hand gripping the knife, pressing just enough to draw a thin line of blood across his neck.
Reiji whimpered.
“You think I’m fucking done with you?” you growled, voice low and shaking. “You think you get to just walk away after putting your hands on her?”
Mio looked around, panicking. Everyone was frozen. Toman wasn’t stepping in—they understood this. Hell, if it were one of them, they’d probably be doing the same.
But not this.
Not the knife.
She turned to Mikey and Draken, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper.
“Please… please stop her. She’s gonna kill him.”
Draken blinked, like he was finally registering just how far things had gone. But it was Mikey who moved.
Fast.
No words. No hesitation. Just one clean, calculated motion—he stepped forward and kicked the knife from your hand before you could push harder.
Metal clattered across the ground. You turned, eyes wild, ready to swing at him.
Mikey grabbed your wrists, trying to hold you back—but he underestimated just how much strength was hiding behind you.
You twisted out of his grip and in one fluid motion, flipped him.
The leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang—pinned under you.
Everyone watching lost their breath. Even Draken’s mouth opened slightly in disbelief.
Mikey stared up at you, stunned.
“Tch… been a long-ass time since anyone pinned me like that,” he muttered, almost impressed.
But he wasn’t the threat anymore.
No one had seen it—not Mikey, not Draken, not you.
But Mio had.
While everyone was watching you, Reiji had crawled across the ground, hand reaching slowly, shakily, for the knife Mikey kicked away.
And now—
He was on his feet. Arm around Mio’s neck. The blade pressing against her throat.
Her breath hitched.
“Don’t fucking move!” Reiji shouted, voice cracked and desperate, blood pouring down his face.
Mio’s terrified eyes locked with yours.
And just like that—
The whole game changed.
“Reiji… don’t you dare,” Draken warned, his voice low, serious now.
You took a cautious step forward.
But Reiji jerked Mio tighter, the blade pressing deeper against her skin.
“Did you not fucking hear me, bitch? I said don’t move unless you want this whore’s throat slit!”
Your jaw clenched. His words—filthy, vile—cut deep. You wanted to lunge at him, tear him apart limb by limb. But you couldn’t. Not when he had her.
Mio looked frozen, lips trembling, eyes begging you not to do anything stupid.
“You hurt her,” you growled, “and I swear to God you’re not leaving here alive.”
But Reiji just laughed, a hollow, shaking sound.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m getting outta here anyway. None of you got the balls to stop me.”
He started backing toward the stairs, dragging Mio with him.
“You think I’m scared of some gang? You think I’m scared of her?” He nodded toward you, smirking through cracked lips and blood-stained teeth. “She ain’t gonna do shit.”
Your fists curled so tight your nails dug into your palms.
“Let her go, Reiji,” Mikey spoke now, calm but dead serious.
“You don’t wanna know what’ll happen if you take one more step.”
Reiji scoffed.
“What, you gonna hit me? You let this crazy bitch beat me half to death and now you’re playing savior? Don’t fuckin’ kid yourself.”
Your eyes never left Mio’s. She was holding back tears, but you could see it—the silent plea.
Do something.
“Reiji,” you said, tone quieter now. Cold. Controlled. “Let her go, and maybe I’ll let you keep breathing.”
He laughed again, harder this time.
“You? You’re just mad I broke your little sister like the stupid, weak bitch she is—”
That was it.
The second those words left his mouth, something inside you broke. Your vision blurred, the world around you muffled like you were underwater—and suddenly, all you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.
You didn’t lunge.
You didn’t scream.
You smiled.
A slow, cold smile that made Reiji falter.
You took one slow, deliberate step forward.
“Take another step and she’s dead!” he barked, pressing the knife harder against Mio’s throat.
You didn’t stop.
Another step.
Your voice was calm—terrifyingly calm.
“Then do it.”
Reiji froze.
Even Mio stiffened.
“Go ahead. Kill her. But you better make it fast.”
You tilted your head slightly.
“Because I promise you won’t even take a breath after that before I tear your fucking throat out with my teeth.”
Everyone went silent.
“You think I won’t?” you added, eyes locked on his. “Try me, Reiji. Try me and see how fast I become your fucking worst nightmare.”
Reiji’s grip loosened.
Just a fraction.
But it was enough.
Mio moved. Fast.
Her heel slammed down on his foot, hard. He shouted, flinching—his hand with the knife jolted for a split second.
The moment she was free, you snapped.
You didn’t even hear the screaming behind you—Draken shouting, Mikey barking orders—your mind went blank the second your hands wrapped around his neck.
Reiji hit the ground hard.
You didn’t let up.
“YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT MY SISTER? HUH?”
Crack. Your fist collided with his jaw.
“SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN—”
Crack. Another punch. Blood splattered across your knuckles. He was sobbing now, trying to crawl back, but you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him right back to the pavement.
“YOU FUCKING COWARD.”
A knee to the ribs.
“TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I’LL PUT YOU IN A BODYBAG.”
You reared back for one more punch—
But arms grabbed you.
Tight. Strong.
It was Mikey.
“That’s enough.” His voice wasn’t angry—just firm. “He’s done.”
You were breathing hard, chest heaving, heart pounding like war drums. For a second, you didn’t move. Blood was dripping from your fists. Reiji was barely conscious, mumbling nonsense, broken and whimpering.
You looked over your shoulder.
Mio.
She was standing there, shaking, tears falling down her cheeks—but not out of fear. Out of shock. Out of relief.
Your hands dropped.
You stood up slowly, stepping back.
Mikey glanced down at Reiji, then at you.
“…Don’t worry. He’s not walking out of here.”
Draken cracked his knuckles.
“We’ll handle the rest.”
You didn’t say anything.
You just turned around and pulled your sister into your arms.
“It’s over,” you whispered, holding her tight. “He’s never touching you again.”
…
The meeting had ended hours ago, but the tension lingered like smoke.
Only a few remained—Mikey and Draken, which were the only names you knew, some other people, and you.
Reiji had been dealt with. You didn’t ask what happened to him. You didn’t care.
You sat on the shrine steps, arm wrapped protectively around Mio, who was finally starting to breathe again. Her head rested on your shoulder as you absently rubbed her arm, eyes fixed on the empty streets below.
That’s when someone approached.
“Here.”
A cold soda can touched your hand.
You blinked, looking up.
Silver hair, calm eyes, quiet presence—you hadn’t noticed him earlier.
“Mitsuya,” he said, offering Mio one too. “How are you holding up?”
You narrowed your eyes, instantly guarded.
“Y/N. We’re fine.”
He sat beside you, unfazed by the coldness in your voice.
“Don’t worry about him anymore,” he said softly, nodding toward the shadows where Reiji had last stood. “Or anyone else at that. Toman will protect you both.”
You didn’t even hesitate.
“I don’t need your protection,” you muttered. “I don’t need anyone. Just wanna be left alone.”
Before he could reply, a new voice cut in.
“So, Y/N’s your name, huh?”
You looked over to see Mikey suddenly squatting down beside you, a stupid grin on his face and a whole shift in energy—playful, boyish, like the last two hours hadn’t been soaked in blood.
You stared.
“…Yeah. What about it?”
He tilted his head.
“Mm, I’mma call you…” he paused, eyes scanning you dramatically. “…N/N(nickname). You’re like a pissed-off little angry bird N/N.”
You frowned.
“We’re not friends. I don’t know you.”
He groaned, throwing his head back.
“Well, duhh, that’s the whole point. I’m trying to get to know you, dumbass.”
Mitsuya smirked behind his soda.
“Who taught you to fight like that?” Mikey asked, eyes genuinely curious now. “You flipped me like I weighed nothing—and I don’t lose fights.”
You shrugged, reluctant… but figured answering wouldn’t hurt.
“I used to train at a dojo. I was a kid… I think it was called the Sano Dojo or something.”
Both boys froze.
“…Wait. What?” Mitsuya asked.
Mikey blinked.
“You trained at my grandpa’s dojo?”
He pointed to himself, looking weirdly proud.
“Guess so. Never saw you though,” you muttered, popping the tab on your soda.
Mikey leaned closer, squinting like he was trying to remember your childhood face.
“What school you go to?” Mitsuya asked, still processing.
You looked off, voice quieter this time.
“I don’t. I’m online schooled.”
“Ohhh,” he nodded. “Makes sense. No way we wouldn’t notice a pretty girl like you around here.”
You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything.
Mio shifted beside you, whispering something you couldn’t hear, her voice soft.
Mikey caught it.
“She said you scare her a little,” he teased, eyes dancing with mischief.
You smirked just slightly.
“Good.”
Mikey leaned back on his palms, gaze drifting to the night sky.
“You’re interesting, N/N.”
You didn’t respond.
You weren’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning.
Mitsuya leaned over, lowering his voice.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but… I think Toman might need someone like you.”
You glanced at him, skeptical.
“And why the hell would I ever want to be part of a gang?”
He smiled faintly.
“You’re already the type who protects the people you love. That’s what we’re about… in our own fucked-up way.”
You stayed quiet, unsure what to say.
Mikey stood suddenly, brushing off his pants.
“Well, I’m gonna go beat Draken at rock-paper-scissors for the last melon soda. You coming, N/N?”
You blinked.
“…You’re annoying.”
“Yup. And you’re stuck with us now.”
As he walked off, you glanced at Mitsuya, who only shrugged with a smile.
“You’ll get used to it. Eventually.”
You leaned back, letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.
The night had gone quiet again.
But something told you this was just the beginning.
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SOO how’s that as my returning post I really like this idea so definitely expect a series with it MWAH until next time my loves 😘🫶 (tell me if you guys want me to add any more to it!!!)
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littlecoya ¡ 10 months ago
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My attempt at doing humor
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moon4nge1 ¡ 2 years ago
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WHN ARE YOU GONNA DO DRAKEN FOR THE INSTA POSTS PLEASE IM STARVING🙏🙏🙏
DONT WORRY I MADE IT WHEN I READ THIS🤭 couldn’t let you go hungry😔🫶🏻
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Dating Ken Ryuguji!
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narcjsistx ¡ 1 year ago
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hii can you do a hc where reader and toman!draken are dating and how draken acted in the crushing stage?
HI! thanks for the request, hope you have a good day ❤️‍🩹
— Draken in a relationship HCS ᡣ𐭩
When he realized that his friendship with you was becoming much more intimate, he wondered if it was really love or just one of those fleeting crushes that you have during adolescence but disappear after a short time. Only after realizing that months and months had passed and he still felt this way, indeed, he was even more affectionate, did he understand that perhaps it really was love
When he realized that it wasn't just a crush he simply told Mikey, even though he knew that his best friend would hardly make fun of him. When he said that, Mikey continued to laugh like he'd heard the funniest thing in the world, but later admitted that he just figured it out and wanted to see how long it would take for Draken to realize it wasn't just a crush
Tell you he likes you? ABSOLUTELY NOT. He knows how to treat a girl, yes, but the mere fact of talking about such a delicate topic with you stops him, so yes, if you don't take the first step, he will hardly take the first step
Once put together, prepare to be one of the most protected people in the world. Come on, he is the vice president of one of the biggest gangs in Kantou, all his friends are respected and have no problem starting a fight... so yes, you will hardly have problems with other people if they know who you are with
Jealousy isn't exactly a part of his character. He may rarely be, but he trusts you too much to even think there might be a problem
You only found out about his family situation some time after you met him, even before you got together. By mistake Mitsuya revealed it to you and Draken was right nearby, but he was surprised when he saw you absolutely normal with his situation, not joking about it like it had happened in the past with other people. Maybe this also made him understand that he was in love
Accustomed to Mikey since they met, he has no problem with being childish, in fact he probably even finds it cute. No, certainly starting to cry because he didn't buy you something is not what he means by 'cute', but maybe seeing you passionately talking even just about a stuffed animal you saw in a shop window yes, he finds that cute
It happened that during one of your outings, people looked at you a little badly because you were going out with someone who doesn't have a 'normal' appearance, let's remember that he's a delinquent anyway... well, this thing made you quite a littel sad. Draken noticed it and simply proposed to increase the dates where you went on a motorbike together, he knows you like them and there people don't have the possibility to judge you because you go too fast to be looked at properly
As a joke, one day you braided yourself a braid similar to his. He teased you by telling you that there is only one Draken, but inside he was dying to hug you because he found it extremely cute. But hey, he's got a tough reputation that he needs to live up to
He gives me too many "put whatever you want, I can fight" guy vibes. Come on, for him the looks of others who stare at you in amazement are priceless
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alfredo0724 ¡ 1 year ago
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Final Timeline Headcanons
I've had a lot of silly thoughts about stuff happening in the final timeline, so here's a few of em!
I'll be posting more over time 💖 Manga spoilers below -
Part two Part three ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
Mikey invited Takemichi to train at his family's dojo to train. Takemichi even brings Hina to the dojo too.
Senju and South become good friends. She likes sparring with him at the gym. Waka and Benkei are really proud they were able to train those too very well. Outside of the gym, they both like touring Japan together.
Taiju and Hakkai often get scolded by Yuzuha after coming back from Toman fights. She knows they're strong but she still worries about them a lot. Taiju doesn't want to stress her out so he always keeps an eye on Hakkai.
Hanma is still very chaotic. He often teases Draken, especially when Emma is around. He even calls Draken "Ken-chin" after hearing Mikey say that and he does it just to piss off Draken.
Everyone in Toman cares for Hina a lot. They all get along with her very well and she even cares about them a lot too. They always make sure she's safe and happy.
Kisaki is toman's tutor. He wants everyone in Toman to succeed in the future so he pressures them into having good grades in school. He often worries for Mikey since he goes to school late and keeps Baji from getting held back.
Mikey is a massive third wheel and even fifth wheel when Drakemma and Takehina go on dates. Except he does this willingly because he enjoys their company and won't turn down an opportunity for food.
When the time was right, Shinichiro invited Izana to live with him and his family, and also took Kakucho in too. Kakucho considers the Sano household as his new home and becomes close with everyone in the family.
Ran volunteers to model some of Mitsuya's designs. This makes Hakkai jealous sometimes.
Kisaki and Takemichi have a very interesting friendship. They don't share a lot of common interests but they're still very close. Sometimes Takemichi invites Kisaki to go bowling and even teaches him how to get better at it.
Luna and Mana love playing with/braiding Baji and Sanzu's hair. Ran was skeptical of little kids touching his hair, but eventually let them. They show up to meetings with ribbons and clips they accidentally left in their hair from them.
Benkei and Wakasa get a lot of earnings from Toman members. Mikey brings his friends to the gym sometimes.
The first time Inui's birthday came around, nearly everyone bought him new high heels. He's got so many that he won't be needing a new pair for a few years.
Koko and Kisaki have intellectual conversations that leave other people confused. They're competitive with each other in their academic standings. Despite their rivalry, they manage to become good friends and use their talent to start their investment business.
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kenslilove ¡ 2 years ago
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᯽⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ  BEEG BEEFY MEN—
A.N. this is a repost (wiff some much needed editing) from my old blog, plus i added in mister souf terano and mister miguel o'hara <33 they deserve to be in a post all about the biggest n the beefiest <3
FT. Bokuto, Taiju, Tengen, Toji, Osamu, Draken, South, Miguel
W. nsfw, MINORS DNI, fem bodied reader, size kink, manhandling, ptv, d/s dynamics, daddy kink, overstimulation, edging, implied age gap for toji’s part, mentions of creampie, slight exhibitionism for Osamu, drool, cute pet names like baby, princess, etc, titles used: daddy, papa, sir, papi
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Bokuto: 
Bokuto who works out 6 days a week and still runs on the 7th 😔 he’s always working on his muscles, making sure he’s physically fit and always up to par for volleyball. Iwaizumi keeps him on a strict workout regime and he doesn’t mind that, considering it shows results and makes him feel good. You honestly don’t mind the schedule either, because you get to watch him pump bars over his head, muscles contracting and rippling, sweat dripping in beads along his toned chest. He’s a god really, with a build like that, and your eyes can’t help but stayed glued to him. It’s only when he clears his throat that you realize you’ve been caught, cheeks suddenly starting to burn as you snap your eyes away from his abs and up to his face. That smug look of his doesn’t help your embarrassment, making you bite your lip sheepishly. “Enjoyin the view, birdy?” He asks through a grin, and you don’t bother lying, you’ve been caught away so you nod, heart doing a little flip in your chest when he holds a hand out to you. You don’t hesitate to go to his side, allowing his hand to guide your own over the plane of his abs. Your fingertips trace the defined muscles there, despite how they still contract and sweat and you sigh softly, pupils basically in little heart shapes when you look back up at him. “You look so good, Koutarou….” 
He’s got you laid out flat on his workout bench, clothes were haphazardly thrown across the padded flooring. Your slips hang open in a silent cry as he looms over you again, chest pressed right up to your back as his cock bullies its way to the hilt back into your gummy walls. His groan right next to your ear is almost overwhelming, his body swallowing you up and taking over all your senses as his hips hump up against your ass, pushing and pulling his cock shallowly in and out of you. When you let out a hiccuping sigh against the leather of the bench he chuckles softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Liked bein stuffed like this, huh baby? Wanna be stuffed with cum too, don’t you?” You nod because the words don’t form, becoming lost on your tongue and replaced with whines as soon as Bokuto starts rotating his hips. One thick arm manages to slip underneath you and his palm rests open on your tummy, uncaring of the sweat and slick that makes everything a little messier. “Cum f’me.” His words vibrate against your back, his index finger managing to find your clit to add a steady pressure to the pulsing bud. You would have  jolted, but you’re trapped beneath him, so all you can do is let out a shaky sob. “Cum f’papa and I’ll give you exactly what you want~” 
Taiju: 
Taiju is a busy man, running his successful restaurant was a full-time job that took up a lot of his time. And yet despite this, he always made time for his baby. He’d take you along to special events, and business meetings, but especially to suit fittings. You were the one that made him rekindle his relationship with Mitsuya, knowing that he would be the best person for the job in terms of making a suit that would actually fit Taiju’s size and stature. You claimed you went to talk to Mitsuya, which may have been part of the reason, but Taiju knew why you went along to every fitting. You got to see him almost naked, arms outstretched and shoulder blades contracting as Mitsuya took his proper measurements. He watched you through the full-length mirrors that covered the studio walls. How you’d press your thighs together, squirming in the chair you sat in. How your eyes would get glossy when he’d slip the brand new suit jacket on, testing the fit and how it would look perfect on his frame. The best is when he’d pull the suit pants on for the first time and your eyes were literally glued to his butt, lip bitten between your lips almost swollen. Mitsuya would leave the room as Taiju undressed into his normal clothes, and it’s only then that he’d scoff softly, eyes a bit narrowed as he finally catches your attention. “You’re so obvious.” He states, only making you fiddle with the hem of your skirt a bit more as you try to play innocent. “Staring at me like a piece of meat. Bet your panties are soaked through.” 
As soon as the two of you got back to your shared home he’d have you pinned against a wall. If you had it your way you would’ve done it in the car, but Taiju wanted to make you wait and teased you the whole drive. Reminder you that only whores get that hot and bothered so easily, held your thigh in his big hand cause he knew it made you melt seeing how he could so easily grip the fat there. He picked you up at this point, your skirt bunched up at your waist and your panties ripped clean off. His hands gripped harshly to the fat of thighs, holding you up against the wall with nothing but strength as he used the force of gravity to fuck up into you. The slap of his hips was wet from how much you were dribbling, his eyes wide and feral as he watched your head lull back against the wall, a bit of drool leaving your lips that were stuck hung in a silent scream. He grins, lips littering sloppy kisses along your neck, uncaring of the marks he left behind. “Pretty lil dumb thing…” he murmurs, grinding his hips so his cock could thoroughly stir your insides. “This is all you think about, isn’t it? Getting fucked open by my big cock?” That caught your attention, nodding your head as your nails leave crescents into his shoulder. You’re mumbling “yes sir, yes Taiju” as his speed suddenly picks up, loving the feeling of your breasts bouncing against his chest. “Such a good girl.” 
Tengen: 
Tengen knows he’s attractive, he has 4 wives who all adore him, of course, he’s attractive. He also knows very that he’s built like a god, with muscles that bulge just right, flex and make him look even better. Sure, he got this way from hard work and dedication, but it helps too that he’s naturally flashy, with a good style and personality to go with his looks. He knows that people watch him, he knows that people flirt with him, and rather openly. Most of his wives have gotten used to this, but you? You’re a little newer, can’t help but be a bit protective and a lil insecure when it comes to your partner. So when you see two women flirting with him at a festival, something like jealousy flames within your belly. You can’t even help the way you get upset, lips twisting into a pout. It’s when one of the random women has the audacity to put her hand onto his bicep, giving it a squeeze that you lose it. You cling onto him, basically prying him away from their grimy hands and sending them a death glare in the process. The girls got the memo instantly, slinking away with grumbles and pouts of their own. To make matters worse Tengen is oblivious to it all. He was used to this, people hitting on him, but you acting like this? “What’s wrong?” He asks, the amusement in his tone only making you ten times angrier. Rather than explaining yourself you flip him off, an action that only fuels him further to get an answer out of you. 
Your back is trembling up against his chest, his fingers so lazily petting at your clit driving you absolutely wild but you can’t do anything about it. Your hands are trapped behind you between your bodies, bound by the silky material of the cord that usually holds his robe together. His cock somehow looks even bigger right now, stuffed within your quivering pussy and stretching it open. His base is covered already in a layer of your sheen that’s been steadily leaking out of you and yet he still hasn’t let you cum. You Yelp from the sudden impact of his finger tips against your swollen numb, fat tears finally spilling from your lashes and onto your hot cheeks. “Why would you ever need to be jealous, pretty? Ever?” He questions you again, fingers going back to slowly rolling your clit. You let out a soft sob, head lulling back into his broad chest as you try to buck your hips along his cock, only for his free hand to keep you firmly in place. “Don’t you know I picked you for a reason? Don’t you know I love you so, so much that I wanted you and only you to join me and the girls in our marriage?” His voice lowers as you start to flutter around his cock again, and his fingers start to speed up, finally. “Won’t ask ya again, tell me, do you know I love you?” You cry out, lips bitten swollen as you tilted your head back enough to meet his gaze. He flashes you a smile, the first one you’ve gotten since the start of this punishment and you whimper, nodding dumbly. “I-I know, I-I know daddy, m’sorry, was bein dumb—“ He shushes you with his lips, finally moving his hips. He bucks them up into you, making your whole body bounce in his lap from the sheer size difference. “Not dumb, never dumb darlin.. ya just forget sometimes…” The knot in your stomach finally snaps as he circles your clit, the squeeze of your pussy making his groan into your open mouth. “Just forget how perfect ya are f’me, that’s all.” 
Toji: 
Toji, big big Toji who knows very well that most ladies are attracted to him for his size. He likes to go for the little shy ones. The ones that stare at him with innocent eyes, look at him a little longer than they should and always manage to get caught. He’ll send you a wink, sometimes even wave playfully just to get you all the more embarrassed. His favourite type to go for though, as horrible as it is, are the girls his son is always bringing home. It’s a little fucked up, isn’t it? But Toji knows, knows that his son may try his best, but he can’t please a woman like he can, not yet anyway. So as his father, it’s his job to keep Megumi’s girls pleased when he can’t do so himself. He sees it as helping of course, surely the girl will stick with his son longer if she knows she’ll get a treat every time she comes over…
“Skirts shorter than usual…” Toji muses, his eyes lit up in amusement as his fingers brush over the soft pleats found the fabric. His hips are snapping back into your ass again just so your lips hang open, the start of a yelp about to escape had he not shoved the hem of the skirt between your lips. You muffle a whine into the material, fingers curling up against the wall you were currently pressed up against. “Musta wanted me to notice, isn’t that right dollface?” He says between a chuckle, grin getting bigger as he gets a better grip on your hips, making you stick your ass out a bit more and arch your back for him. This angle allows his cock head to smack into your cervix, kissing it with the tip and threatening and to break through. His balls are heavy as they slap against your skin, only adding to the lewd, wet slaps that echo from your cute pussy. He leans closer to your ear, whispering up against the soft flesh when you let out a string of sobs about how you’re gunna cum. “Yea? Gunna cum for daddy are ya?” He laughs when you nod, teeth sinking into your shoulder as one thick hand slides over your hips to tease on your clit, helping you reach your high faster. “Go on, make sure you’re loud enough that your boyfriend knows his daddy is fuckinh you this good.” 
Osamu:
Osamu has always been the bulkier of the two twins. His muscles weren’t as lean as Atsumu’, even in their volleyball days. He was built bigger, shoulders more broad, the baby fat on his cheeks remaining longer. Now as an adult his muscles didn’t go away, oh no, he needs them to lift the heavy bags of rice to and from the restaurant, but he has certainly filled out. Shoulders spreading, biceps bulging. A light layer of fat forms over his chest, the muscles underneath just making him look bigger. The tshirts he always wears shows these off, and although he takes no mind to how his body has changed, you certainly have. It makes you drool, when his arms flex as he quickly cuts up vegetables, when he grunts as he lifts a rice bag on his shoulder. The best is when he ties his apron around him, Accentuating just how small his waist still is despite how he’s broadened out. He doesn’t even realize how attractive he is, honestly. You can’t even help yourself when you gawk at him at work, and you certainly can’t help how heat pools between your legs. He starts to really notice when you pout up at him, pretty legs rubbing together in the stool you sit at…
“Couldn’t even wait until we got home.” He’s grumbling his words against your lips, as if he’s not happy to have his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. “Too fuckin spoiled too wait.” He added, his reprimanding turning into a grunt when your nails run through his hair, scratching lightly over his scalp just the way he likes it. He latches onto your lower lip, suckling it like his favourite treat as his big hands grab at your thighs. He tenderly squeezes the flesh he loves before gripping it, easily hauling you up onto the counter top he was previously making food on. He’s thankful you’re wearing a skirt today, because all it takes is one good tug and your panties are ripped clean off, exposing your dampened lower lips to him and making goosebumps rise on your lips. He clicks his tongue when you start to complain about how those were your favourite pair, one of his palms pressing into your tummy to easily push you back into the cold countertop. “Quit yer bitchin, I’ll get a new pair.” You were about to shoot back, but all your words get lost on your tongue when he spits onto your pussy, two thick fingers locked in and rubbing on your clit. A smirk twitches on his lips, shaking his head as he watches just how easily you come undone for him. He presses a kiss to your hip bone. “That’s it, be a good girl and take what you want, gunna fuck ya real good.” 
Draken:
we all know I could go on for hours about draken 😔 I mean do you blame me? He’s huge, the biggest of all his friends in both height and build. He’s always been naturally big, the width of his shoulders sometimes making it hard for him to find proper attire that fits him comfortably. Hence why he settles for tank tops a lot, gives him more space to breath. Would never admit it out loud but he 100% is very aware when you’re checking him out and he LOVES it. Draken doesn’t like to flaunt himself but when you do it it’s different. Makes his cheeks heat up a bit and his cock twitch knowing how damn lucky he is to have someone as pretty as you obessed with him like that. So he’ll let you stare, whether it be while he’s working at the shop, working out, or simply when the two of you are out. He’ll let your eyes linger on him, sometimes he’ll even flex on purpose, holding back laughter when you suck in a sharper breath. He will tease you about it, sometimes of course cause he can’t even help himself. He’ll turn and smirk at you, “like what you see, princess?” Or “my eyes are up here, goofy.” But comments like that always leave you in a huff and he’ll have to chase you after to make up for it. Which is fine, but sometimes, he lets you linger, lets you really stare and get yourself worked up, cause that’s when you’ll pounce him. You have such little patience, and it’s so so amusing to your big boyfriend when you try to drag his ass around to get what you desire from him. 
As soon as the two of you had returned home from your date you had dragged Draken to the couch, not even bothering to bring him to the bedroom because it had been far too long and you were craving him already. He had worn that tank top you love so much, with the low-cut arm holes that show off his toned sides and arms. You just couldn’t take it. You needed to have him. Which is how you ended up straddling his lap, needy whines leaving your lips as your fingers desperately tried to unbuckle his belt, simply settling for pawing at his crotch when you couldn’t seem to get it. He’s grinning, holding back little strings of laughter. “Eager huh?” Normally you would have snapped back at a comment like that, but when his fingers finally freed his cock, you simply sighed in contentment, licking your lips at how it stood at attention, leaking so pretty just for you to sit on. You had already discarded your bottoms, lifting yourself on your hunches and easing yourself easily onto his cock. The stretch was always mind-numbing, back arching and goosebumps forming on your thighs as you slowly worked your way over him. The little whimpers, whines, needy noises you made was a melody to Draken’s ears, his hands massaging the supple skin of your thighs as you moved at your own pace. He groaned softly when your pussy started to flutter around him already, your walls being stubborn as usual when first taking him in. “Fuck—“ he gritted out, pupils dilating when you looked at him with teary eyes, lips puffy as you huffed. “Help me, Ken, want all of you.” His hands slid from your thighs to your waist, bearing his teeth in an amused grin as he lifted you up with ease, just enough that his head sat between your walls. He didn’t hesitate when he slammed you back down on his cock, sheathing all the way on his cock, the knock of it up against your cervix making your breath leave you in a gasp. He doesn’t let up from there, using the bruising grip he has on your love handles to bounce you up and down on his cock. “So. Fucking. Needy— and you can’t even take what you want on your own? Really are just a dumb lil baby aren’t you, princess?” You’re sobbing from the brutal pace, head lulling onto his shoulder as he bounces you like you’re nothing. And to him, it’s a simple task, the pleasure of the pretty tight walls milking his cock only making it easier for him to manhandle you. “Fuck—“ he grins, planting his feet so his hips can fuck up into you, further jolting you along his cock. “You just sit pretty, daddy will do all the work—“
Miguel:
Oh Miguel. Mister broody, frustrated Miguel. This man is constantly under pressure, believing he’s carrying the weight of the spiderverse on his shoulders. And ofc he’s doing good (most of the time), but due to his tormented nature Miguel constantly has a weight on his already enormous shoulders. Sometimes he works it off with physical work outs, but his absolute favourite stress reliever is you and your pretty little body. He easy looms over you, has you pinned up against his monitor with both hands planted on it. He reminds Lyla that he’s about to be very busy, and the AI actually can’t help but feel a little bad for you because with all that tension and that 6’9 body…
“M-Miguel!” You squeak, the sound being easily drowned out by the sound of squelching. The wet slaps are emitting from your pussy, that Miguel still hasn’t been able to fit into. He’s worked four orgasms out of you already, two with his fingers and two with his mouth, and yet his cock still gets stuck in your tight, wet walls. He growls low in his throat, sharpened nails popping from his finger tips as he grips your hip even tighter, his other hand hoisting your pudgy thigh up even higher in an attempt at getting a better angle. “Cmon amor, lemme in, hm? Quit being so shy.” His tone is condescending and bordering stern as his hips buck again, another inch or two pushing past tight muscles and making your body jolt in the process. Tears sit fat in your lashes as you look over at him over your shoulder, lower lip wobbling and cheeks a bit bloated in a pout. “S’too big— s’not gunna fit—“ sympathy crosses his features only a moment. You were his baby after all, and despite how horribly he wanted to feel the fluttering of your walls around his whole cock, he also knew just how large he was, and how it wasn’t just a mere stretch. He was practically splitting you open. He bends, chest pressed right up against your back, and he coos against your lips, letting you peck and whimper against the soft flesh. “I know amor, I know corazoncito.. it’s so big.” He grips your jaw, pressing a kiss thats more firm against your lips as a means of grounding you. “But you’re gonna take it, hm? You’re gonna take the whole thing, because daddy’s telling you too.”
South:
MISTER SOUTH 7 FEET TALL TERANO‼️ oh this man is huge in every sense of the word. Bulging muscles, thick veins, huge calves. This man has to get his dress pants custom tailored to fit his legs I just know it! And the same can be said for his piano. We all saw that sketch of South’s room right? He has a grand piano! And baby, he had to get the piano adjusted slightly bc when he sat at it, he didn’t have enough space for his legs!! He’d want to tap down on the peddles and his knees would hit the poor piano! Once it was adjusted though, South played as much as he could. And luckily for him, his pretty little thing loved the sound of his piano just as much as he did. His favourite was when he had you laid across the piano, resting on your side, looking at him with those doe eyes and humming along to whatever tune he played. Yea, how was he supposed to resist?
The sweet melody had turned into something broken, keys slamming and screeching along with your cries of pleasure. “P-Papi!” South’s eyes were lit up with desire, thick hands holding your thighs up and leaving them trembling in the air. South wasn’t cornered with the way your ass was pressing into the keys, he was much more concerned with the way your sweet cunt looked swollen, stretched and splitting as he sheathed his cock within it for the nth time. His dick was coated in your milky white essence, a hefty ring of white frothing at his base and leaky onto the piano keys. Surely it would leave a puddle behind, one that dripped down sleek white keys and onto the black glossy piano legs. South made sure somewhere deep in his pleasure-filled mind he’d remember to take a picture of it. “Gata~” he purrs himself, easily manhandling over thighs over his shoulders. Your legs dangled there, only jolting with the force of his hips slapping up against your ass cheeks. “Taking Papi so well, Porra.. I’ll never get used to how perfect this cunt is, bela menina.” You nod and squeal in response because words can’t seem to form in your mind right now. No no, all you can think of right now is the sweet sting of his length stretching you open much past your limits. He leans down and peppers kisses along your sweet, hardened nipples, while his pace never lets up. He needs to have you squirting all over him and the piano. “Make a mess, pequeno amor, cmon, fazer uma bagunça…” His voice rumbles throughout your chest, and you don’t even realize you’ve reached the peek of euphoria until you soak his abs and the keys in your arousal <33
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prettyprinwcess ¡ 2 years ago
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TOKYO REV BOYS WITH A S/O WITH PARENT ISSUES
SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A LONG TIME! I WAS REALLY BUSY WITH LIFE PROBLEMS!!
lmao this has been in my drafts for almost two years, 2021 tokyo revengers was true peak ngl<333
baji/mikey/ran/( before timeskip )
w’s; parental abuse, mention of physical abuse, fmc, you will notice a change in the writing style, since i’ve written this a long time ago, and i decided to continue it, i hope y’all don’t mind it <3
requests: OPEN!
my requests are open however i could only write about tokyo revengers maybe karma akabane since he’s the loml, and also some webtoon characters, just ask me in the dms or the ask me anything on my profile ^_^
BAJI
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just to be clear, baji hates your parents, especially your mother, ´how a mother could be that rough ?’ him who grew up with a loving and caring mother, he couldn’t understand.
well your parents didn’t know that you're dating a delinquent, if they find out they will probably disown you or make your life a living hell until you break up with him.
does he give a shit that you're not allowed to date him? no. Will he do everything he could to stay with you? Yes.
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It was dark at this time, your boyfriend aka baji keisuke helped you break through that night, it was a routine for you guys, your parents are extremely strict with you, they don't let you go out alone, not even for five minutes, you’re not allowed to even talk to boys, pathetic right ?
but here you are dating a gang member, some people will say that he’s using you, manipulating you,, that he’s a bad influence for you, is a nuisance for you, But actually that ‘bad person’ was the only person that made you feel loved.
“kei! stop it!!” You yelled at your boyfriend who is currently holding you on his shoulder like a merchandise, worthy of a cliché anime shojo.
“let’s go for a ride sweetheart.” he said with that provocative grin showing his magnificent white fangs.
heading towards his motorcycle which was at the other end of the parking lot, it was really dark, and windy, we could barely see anything except his engine under the only source of light, no surprise, it was tree in the morning.
“okay but i can walk by my own you know.”
“Nope, don’t want my pretty woman get tired while walking”
You sighed and said ; “ I doubt that.”
“you should not.” he clearly said, you two alone, his deep voice was the only thing heard in the cold parking lot.
in front of his black motorbike, baji was already seated waiting for you to position yourself behind him.
“okay kei, but i should come back home before 4am or my parents wi-”
you hadn't even had time to continue your sentence that you hear a familiar voice interrupting you.
“Y/N!” this horrible voice, that would be able to startle the bravest.
at this moment you felt like there was death right in front of you. even death would be better. fear, terror, panic; all those horrendous feelings were dancing inside you.
tears were forming in your eyes, your knees were shaking, you didn't dare turn around to face them.
keisuke was speechless, wide eyed, his brain couldn't process what was going on right now.
taking a deep breath, you returned to face your so called called parents. trying your best to show them that you’re not petrified.
your mother and your father were right in front of you, angry expressions on their faces. They probably checked your laptop and saw your chats with your boyfriend.
“Y/n..How dare you to do this to us?! This is your thank you to everything we did to you? Sneaking out late at night to meet who?! A fucking criminal ?”
“keisuke isn’t a criminal. The only criminals here are you, dad and mom.”
“You always judge me degrade me humiliate me, For my good huh? my feelings are always invalid for you, you just want me to control me like a marionette, it’s so soul crushing seeing other people with loving parents and a normal life. Put the blame on me this time like you always do, but remember that this man right here, did the job you could never accomplish.”
you say, trying your best to not break down in front them.
You can see the enraged expressions in you parents face, your father walked up to you, hand raised to the highest ready to slap you in the face.
Baji got up from his motorbike and stood in front of you.
“Try to touch her, I dare you.”
MIKEY
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as you walked down the narrow sidewalk, you felt the cold wind whipping against your face. It was a gloomy day in Tokyo, with thick clouds blocking out the sun and the ground wet from recent rain.
The buildings around you cast long shadows across the streets, and the sounds of traffic were muffled by the dampened air.
Looking around, you saw small apartments with faded facades, cramped convenience stores with bright neon signs, and tiny bars with chairs lined up outside. The streets were crowded with all ages of people, from children in their school uniforms to elderly couples strolling hand in hand.
as you walked on, the your mood was gloomy to match the weather. You felt a sense of loneliness wash over you, and a longing for something more. Maybe it was the city, with its ever-present noise and crowds, that was making you feel this way. or maybe it was something else, ( i wonder who lol )
you kept walking, lost in your thoughts, until you reached a small park with a pond. The park was empty, and the only sound was the faint plashing of water. you sat down on a bench and closed your eyes.
holding your phone to check the time, you came fifteen minutes early, every wednesday you meet up with your boyfriend, it’s like a date, but not really since you can’t stay more than thirty minutes or your parents might suspect something.
but you were positive, somewhat, you had mikey, and he loved you right?
soon enough you hear footsteps behind you, excitement rush over your body, it has been more than five days since the last time you’ve seen him, you missed the sound his voice and the way his eyes squint when he smiles, silly right?
you turn around to see him standing with a a bouquet of flower, wearing a denim jacket with a white shirt underneath, and some plain black pants, he wasn’t wearing his gang outfit, which was surprising to you, he looked more charming in casual clothes and you can’t deny that it made your heart flutter.
“hey baby.” he adresses in a smoky tone, he was smiling happy to see you.
all of your doubts evaporated, just the sight of him is enough to make you forget about all your problems, how can he be so ethereal?
“ I missed you.” you admit breathily, standing up to hug him, the smell of his cologne tickling your nose, he puts his hand around your waist, taking you into his embrace.
“ so how was your day?” you ask childishly in a small voice,
“ it was horrible, until I saw you, now it’s probably one of the best days ever.” he says glancing down at you, his sentence doesn’t fail to make you chuckle.
“ and your day?” he asks in return.
“ you know, school and home, nothing interesting.” you simply say.
“ you snuck out from cram school?” he curiously asks while glancing at you.
“ yeah, my friend is covering me, and if someone finds out, I’m fucked up, I don’t know what my dad would do to me if he finds out that i was sneaking out instead of studying haha.” you say half jokingly, your attempt to make it look like a joke failed since your tone was bitter and awkward,
“ I ain’t allowing that , if someone dares to touch you, I’ll slit their throat.”
“ not even draken can stop me,”
“understood?” he seriously says staring at you, as he takes your hand and and entrelaces it with his.
“ so what are you pla-“ the sound of your phone’s notification sound cuts him off.
“excuse me.” you say as he nods waiting for you to see who it is.
suddenly you feel your stomach drop.
“ it’s my friend, she says that the teachers are getting suspicious, and that I only have a few minutes before they call my parents.” you frown your eyebrows, panic starting to overtake you, unconsciously tapping your leg on the floor from anxiety,
he puts his hand on your thigh, putting a stop to it.
“calm down sweetheart, we will make it, follow me i’ll give you a ride.”
but before you could answer, your boyfriend had already taken you by the hand and was leading you towards his motorcycle. It was a sleek, black bike. you climbed onto the back, your arms wrapped around his waist, and he started the engine.
as you both pulled out from the curb, the sounds of the city were dulled by the roar of the engine. you felt the wind tugging at your hair and the cold air against your face, and you were grateful for the thick jacket that your boyfriend had given you.
he sped through the streets, dodging cars and weaving in and out of traffic.
you boyfriend handled the bike like he was born on it, and you felt a sense of awe and amazement at his skill. It was like you were flying, like you were in your own world with him, free from all the pressures of life.
And then he pulled into a narrow street, and she saw the building that marked the entrance to the tunnel. It was a long, dark passageway, with a bright light at the end.
The light at the end of the tunnel grew brighter and brighter, until you could feel the heat from it on her face. And then you both were through, and out into the open air again, with nothing but sky above you.
you leaned your head against his shoulder, listening to the rhythm of the engine and the beat of your heart. And in that moment, you knew that everything was going to be alright.
RAN
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it was a very dark, you were lost in the cold starry night, the feeling of confusion and helplessness overtaking you as you struggled to find your way. Tears steaming down your eyes, the alleyway seemed four times longer than normal.
the empty tokyo streets making the source of light your only companion, you were heading your way towards your bf’s house, Ran, but no one answered your knocking to his door. The house must’ve been empty, he was probably having some business done with his brother.
you needed him, you were seeking his comfort, him holding you like his life depended on it telling you everything is going to be alright, It’s all you needed right now. Slowing down your past, every step was a colossal effort, the lack of sleep and the emotional war inside of you weren’t easy.
standing up, tears drying out, nausea churned your stomach.
The ache in your chest would not relent. It burned without end as though to remind you of your loss. But is it considered a loss at this point?
you sat with your face pressed into your upturned knees. Rethinking your whole life decisions, maybe if you acted differently all of this wouldn’t have happened? you lost everything for the sake of wanting to live, your dear parents have found out about your relationship with the gang leader. They weren’t pleased, you tried to protest but it ended up with a bruise, your chest felt hollow. The cold breeze caressing your face, drying out all your tears, fresh filling your lungs.
you stayed there for a moment, you sigh heavily as you feel a sudden hand wrap around your back.
it was him.
He took your hand in his, his fingers moving softly over your skin. He could feel the tension in your body, the tension that he knew all too well.
“y/n.” he breathily says. For the first time you turn around to face his face, his expression is regretful, as if he somewhat knows what just happened. His hand squeezes yours.
silence your only answer, you jump on his neck taking him into an embrace, trying your best to not break down, your breathing gets heavier.
“they found out, they found out about us.” you uttered.
he puts his hand on your back, pushing you closer to him. Taking your arm up examining the bruise between your elbow, his jaw tightened.
“and he did this to you?” he asked in a flat tone. You nodded.
he looked mad, even though his expression is blank, his eyes look more intimidating than usual, but somewhat it is comprehensible, how dare someone touch his baby?
He leans in, almost touching your nose, he’s wearing a serious expression.
“ from now on, you, stay, with, me.”
“got it?” he expresses, not breaking eye contact.
“what choice do I have?” you murmur, looking down, still feeling shaken up by what just happened with your parents.
he takes your hand, leaning in, making your forehead touch his.
“ y/n, you’re my treasure, your parents were dumb to kick you out. They don't deserve you."
"I'll make sure you're taken care of, my love. You'll always be safe with me." he whispers, still holding your hand, squeezing it.
I’m not really proud of this, but i hope i post better stuff, enjoy! ngl baji’s part is my favourite i find it really hot the way he says “i dare you” *faints*
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firstdivisiongirl ¡ 10 months ago
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Hi there! I hope you’re doing well. I saw that requests for Tokyo revengers are open. So here goes… may I request hcs on how Chifuyu & any other male character of your choosing would react if their s/o was obsessed with the game “Love & Deepspace” but more specifically, one of the characters on there (e.g., Zayne, Sylus , etc.)? That game got some people in a chokehold right now lol (totally not speaking from personal experience…😅😆)Thx so much 🥹❤️❤️❤️
Hi! I am doing well. Thank you for the ask. I actually never heard of this game. I’m not a huge gamer, mainly because I just button smash and hope for the best. But I will destroy anyone at cooking mama lol. Anyways….I hope you enjoy!
Chifuyu, Draken, and Baji with a S/O Who is Obsessed with “Love and Deepspace”
Chifuyu:
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Love that you found something that you like.
At first when you got really really obsessed, he was a little confused
He didn’t understand what was so great about the game.
Until, you asked him to try it
Then he understood
It was an amazing game
It was a dating sim AND a combat game
He was in love
You both loved Zayn the most
Because you loved his story so much
Whenever you would talk about it, Chifuyu would talk about it too with the same excitement
It was really cute
He would even buy and surprise you with merch from time to time
He hoped to be your Zayn
Draken:
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Draken is used to hearing people talk about stuff all the time
He is Mikey’s right hand after all
But this was out of his comfort zone
He liked video games, but dating sims…
Not his thing
He sat there and listened.
Since he didn’t know much or understand the game, he just nods and agrees
Sometimes he makes a comment but not a ton.
Eventually, you get others involved and obsessed with the Love and Deepspace just as much as you
He can never not hear about it anymore
He hates that game now
But he’d listen to rants about it all the time, just so he could spend more time with you
He also listens to others conversations about it, so he can add things when you rant about it to him
Such a good boyfriend
Baji:
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The bean
So lost
When he found out you loved this game, he wanted to try it
Maybe it was cool and fun?
He got so lost
He can’t tell who is who
What’s going on?
Chifuyu teaches him about the game
But when you tell him about it, he’s still lost
Poor Baji
He does buy you a poster or merch from time to time
That he can do
He listens to you talk about it
He’s lost, but it’s the thought that counts
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hoejosatoru ¡ 2 years ago
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Random NSFW headcannons for Tokyo Revengers men
Mikey
Likes incorporating sweets. Specifically likes to put whipped cream on your titties and suck it off. He could legit do this for hours. Also Mikey has a hugeeee mommy kink. (I could expand on this, in fact I need to)
Draken
Keeps his hair down while fucking. He likes that you can easily run your fingers through it and pull on it. He loves that the way his scalp burns when you get rough with it. That’s how he knows he’s fucking you real good. If nothing else, he sees how you look at him with his hair down and likes making you feral. Also call this man daddy. Please.
Takemitchy
Wants to be dominated so bad. Like he doesn’t even realize it until he has a girl who’s pushing him around a little. Honestly I think being slightly scared of his partner would turn him on. But like whether he is on top or bottom, you are calling the shots and he loves it.
Mitsuya 
Really into foreplay. He will drag it out foreverrrr, not that you’re complaining Like he really is not into quickies at all (unless it’s a horny emergency). But truly taking his time with you gets him super hard. He loves being able to touch, taste, feel everything before going in.
Chifuyu 
LOVES being dominant. He’s like a bratty dom. He loves teasing and getting you really worked and laughing at how bad you want it. Probably likes overstimulating you as well. 
Baji 
Oral is his fave. Both giving and receiving. He fucking loves seeing you on your knees in front of him and feeling your warm wet mouth sucking on him. But also he could eat you out for hours. Specifically loves when you sit on his face. Bro will damn near suffocate himself in some pussy.
Kazutora
Really likes mutual masturbation. It started out because he was worried about his inexperience and wanted to know how to pleasure you, but grew into a regular thing. Watching you finger yourself makes his cock throb. And seeing him cum all over his tummy ain’t half bad either <3.
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milkyboiiiii ¡ 2 years ago
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Draken and Hanma are definitely the type of guys to grab a fist full of your hair and pull (lightly, he's not trying to hurt you) it so that your head tilts back when you refuse to make eye contact with them.
Oh definitely. They're not afraid to get a little rough with you (especially Hanma) if you act up.
Hanma's also not afraid to do things like this in public. If you're out doing something and he wants you to look at him he'll pull your hair, he doesn't care what other people think.
A little bit more NSFW
Now Draken is the ultimate brat tamer, change my mind. He'll mostly do this stuff when he's fucking you in front of a mirror to remind you who you belong to. He'll pull your hair and use it to make sure your looking where he wants
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bebe-writes-stuff ¡ 1 year ago
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Tokyo Revengers x Reader (I might just turn this idea into a reverse harem lolol)
Your legs moved on their own just as you spotted the glint of the switchblade Kazutora aimed at Baji's unsuspecting back. Without a second thought, you jumped between them, feeling the dagger penetrate your stomach. Time seemed to stop. Kazutora took a step back, petrified. "Y-Y/n," his voice quivered, while you sensed the metallic taste slowly dripping from your lips.
A smile overtook your blood-stained lips. "Tora... come back to Toman, please. Your place is with us." Those were your last words before Takemichi tumbled with Kazutora after tackling him with full force.
Baji's voice echoed, "Y/N!" as you sensed his firm grip embracing you.
As if an entire war had come to an end, both Toman and Valhalla stood still. Your chest heaved, and each breath was a struggle. Who knew if your next breath would come back out.
Baji's shout made Mikey glance down from his position atop the car wreck. His heart stopped at the sight of the knife sticking out of your abdomen, the blood staining your shirt, even staining Baji's hands as he tried to wrap your wound. But it was no use. The sight of your precious blood made him want to rage. He wanted to kill Kazutora.
Stepping down, making his way methodically, each step filled with malice and bloodlust, Mikey had fallen into his darkness. No one could bring him back to his rational mind now.
"Mikey..." You heard Baji whisper as he watched Mikey walk past them, his eyes never once leaving Kazutora's position on the floor where Takemichi had run into him. Turning to see where Mikey was heading, you were horrified when you saw him executing a forceful and vigorous kick, sending Kazutora flying back.
"No, Mikey... stop," you whispered to yourself as you struggled to get out of Baji's hold.
"Wait, don't move! You're hurt badly!" Despite his stern voice, Baji was shaking.
"Get off me! I have to stop him!" You finally said before pushing Baji, placing both hands on the handle of the switchblade before pulling it out.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" You've never heard Baji yell like this, ever.
You took off; you felt your muscles tighten, more blood gushing out with every step, ignoring the sharp stinging pain extending to your entire body.
"MIKEY!" You shouted, but there was no response. You were the only brave one to approach Mikey in this state — a state of blind rage. Would Mikey even recognize you? Suddenly,
PUNCH.
Your intention was to snap him out of his dark impulses as your fist met his face full force, knocking him a few steps back.
"I told you to stop..." It was the same tone you used with enemy gangs. Cold and dark.
Everyone collectively had the same thought — you were done for. But no one knew the secret you had hidden away from the rest of the world. You and Mikey shared the same curse since you were kids. Being the closest to Mikey, you both had the same haunting impulses. Turning to face you, his eyes were lost in darkness, while yours were lost in light.
"We're not gonna end like this. We're not gonna kill each other." The same harsh tone. Mikey stared at you, then at Kazutora. You rocked before crashing to the floor; you could no longer hold yourself up straight. You felt cold and distant.
"Y/n!" No longer interested in Kazutora, Mikey rushed to your side, helping you sit up. Your eyes seemed to lose their light.
"Y/n..." Tears threatened to pour out of his eyes; he couldn't handle losing anyone anymore, especially not you, not now, not ever.
Everyone heard the police sirens dangerously closing in; frantically, people started running.
"Go..." You muttered. He looked at you shocked.
"Are you crazy? There's no way I'm leaving you here!" He shouted as you felt him start to carry you before you shoved him.
"GO, DAMMIT! WE DON'T HAVE TIME! I'LL BE FINE."
You glanced at Draken and nodded, a shared agreement between the two of you, you could always depend on him for these moments. Draken didn't waste any time, picking up Mikey and running with the rest of the Tokyo Manji Gang.
"KENNY, STOP! NO! Y/N!" Mikey screamed, reaching out for you.
"The ambulance will take her to the hospital; we have to go!" Draken said, tightening his grip immensely on Mikey as he ran as fast as his legs could possibly take him. From the outside, Draken might have seemed heartless in this moment, leaving you for dead. But no one saw the tears streaming down his face non-stop.
The car wreck fell silent; you were lying on the floor. A few steps away from you was Kazutora, crawling to his unconscious body from Mikey's kick. With whatever strength you had left, you tried waking him up.
"Kazutora, wake up. You have to go; the police are coming. C'mon, wake up."
No use. Mikey knocked his lights out. If the police came, Kazutora would get arrested again. No, you couldn't let that happen. Sometimes you even shocked yourself with your inhuman strength, despite the uncontrollable amount of blood you lost. You got up and managed to pick up Kazutora. You scanned the car wreck; where could you hide him until he woke up and the police were gone? You could only think of one place—the cars themselves. You struggled to open the busted-up car door, but when you did, you gently put him down in the backseat. You pulled out your phone and typed away, a message for Kazutora when he wakes up,
Change Kazutora, we are all here by your side, you're not alone
-Toman
You left your phone beside him,
I doubt I have any use for that now. I'm sorry Mikey, but I think I lied.
You returned to your original spot, falling with a hard thud on the ground. Everything felt like it was slowing down for you, each one of your breaths, your heart beat, the world. Everything slowly faded as your eyes slowly shut, your last sight the cops running towards your freezing body.
The hospital echoed with frantic urgency of medical professionals, with doctors and nurses moving quickly. Doctors were around the stretcher, your body laid on as doctors exchanged hasty words and gestures in an attempt to help you. You stirred, your eyelids fluttering as consciousness reluctantly began to claw its way back. The harsh lighting above blurs your vision. Confusion clouded your gaze, and the sensation of being on a moving surface only added to your disorientation, like you were on a moving ride. You couldn't fathom the severity of your injuries. Unaware of the thin line between life and death that you teetered upon, as doctors did their best in an attempt to save your fragile existence.
As you tried to make sense of the chaos around you, a wave of exhaustion swept over, pulling you back into unconsciousness. Your eyelids grow heavy, and the sounds of the hospital faded into a distant murmur. The struggle for awareness was lost, and once again, you succumbed to the darkness, leaving the frantic efforts of the medical team echoing in the background.
As you regained consciousness, for the second time, the sterile hospital environment had given way to a disconcerting darkness. Instead of the beeping machines and frantic medical staff, you found yourself being carried through a dimly lit alley. Confusion gripped you as you tried to make sense of your surroundings, but the lingering effects of your injuries overwhelmed you, and once again, you slipped into unconsciousness.
When you awoke for the third time, you found yourself on a bed, disoriented and groggy. A man sat in front of you, his features obscured by shadows. Before either of you could utter a word, he pulled out a newspaper article, read in big bold letters,
High-school girl succumbs to fatal injuries in the aftermath of a gang altercation...and later dies in the hospital she was transferred to.
Shocked and bewildered, you struggled to comprehend the situation.
"W-what?" you managed to stammer, your voice weak.
The man sighed, revealing a mix of anguish and resentment in his eyes. "I had to find someone who looked like you, stage her death, and put her in your place. You're essentially nothing but a ghost now," he explained, his words sending a shiver down your spine, shock seized you, a chilling realization sinking in.
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