#is soft izana even a warning??

[missmadella]

How they react to when You get Involved in a Gang Fight // Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Izana, Ran, Rindou, Hanma, Kazutora, Sanzu

Synopsis: When you throw yourself into the chaos of a gang fight to protect someone you care about or to stand your ground, the men who love you — hardened delinquents and broken boys with blood on their hands — are forced to confront the one thing they fear most: losing you.

CW: violence, blood, injury, gang activity, emotional distress, and possessive/protective behavior, intense emotional reactions,yelling, panic, or obsessive tendencies.

Mikey (Majiro Sano):

It happens fast.

One moment Mikey is in the middle of the fight, throwing punches like it’s second nature, and the next—he hears your voice. A shout. A warning. And then you’re there, right in it. Swinging. Blocking. Bleeding.

His heart stops.

Everything slows. The noise, the chaos, the adrenaline—it all fades into static. He sees you take a hit and it’s like someone reached into his chest and ripped something out. For a second, he doesn’t even move. He just stares. It’s not until someone lunges toward you that his body reacts—pure instinct.

He’s on them in seconds. Cold, brutal, efficient. He tears through anyone in his way, eyes dark with something unnameable. Not rage. Not fear. Something deeper. Desperation.

When he finally reaches you, he grabs your wrist, yanks you back behind him, and growls, “What the hell are you doing here?” His voice is low, shaking. His usual calm is gone. You try to answer, but he’s already turning, shielding you with his own body, finishing the fight like a machine programmed to destroy anything that comes close to you.

Once it’s over, he doesn't say anything. He grabs your hand—tight—and walks you away from the mess. His grip is trembling, but he won’t let go. Not until you’re somewhere quiet. Safe.

Then he turns to you.

“Are you hurt?” His voice cracks. He cups your face in both hands, tilting your head gently, scanning you for blood, bruises, broken bones. His touch is careful, reverent, almost like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he blinks.

You try to say you're fine, but he leans in and kisses you—hard.

It’s not a soft kiss. It’s urgent. Messy. His hands are in your hair, on your back, pulling you as close as he physically can. He kisses you like he’s afraid this might be the last time. Like he needs to taste the proof that you’re alive, that you’re his, that he didn’t just watch you get torn away from him.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. He’s breathing hard. Still shaking.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he whispers, almost broken. “Don’t throw yourself into something like that. Not when I’m here. Not when I could’ve—” His voice cuts off.

You kiss him softly this time. Once. Then twice. Then again, brushing your lips over his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth. You feel him exhale shakily, eyes fluttering closed under your touch.

“I was trying to help,” you whisper.

“I know,” he breathes back. “But you’re not just anyone. You’re mine.” His thumb strokes over your cheek as he leans in again, pressing his lips to your temple, your nose, your lips—everywhere he can reach. "You don’t get to risk yourself like that. Not for them. Not even for me."

He kisses you again—slow this time. Deep. Like he’s memorizing the shape of your mouth. His hands slide down your sides, grounding himself in the feel of you.

“You’re the only thing that still feels real to me,” he murmurs against your skin. “Don’t make me watch you get hurt. I wouldn’t come back from that.”

You wrap your arms around him, bury your face in his neck, and he just holds you. Tight. Fiercely. He doesn't speak for a long while—he just kisses the top of your head, your shoulder, your hairline, over and over like a silent vow.

After that day, Mikey doesn’t stop you from being involved—he knows better than to try to cage your fire—but he never lets you out of his sight during a fight. He keeps you close. Touches you constantly. A hand on your back. Fingers brushing yours. His way of silently saying: I’m here. I’ve got you. Stay with me.

And every time it ends, no matter how small the fight was, you can count on it—

Mikey’s hands on your cheeks. His lips on yours. Again. And again. And again. Because he needs to feel you alive to believe he still is.

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Draken:

He sees you before you see him.

In the middle of the chaos—bodies colliding, fists flying—his eyes lock onto you. And his heart drops. Because you’re fighting. Not watching. Not hiding. Fighting. You’re right there in the thick of it, punching someone twice your size, moving fast, fierce, and fearless.

And Draken? He panics.

Not on the outside, of course. Outwardly, he looks composed—focused. But inside, he's unraveling. His chest tightens. The world narrows until there’s just you, and all he can think is: No. Not them. Not here. Not like this.

He cuts through the fight like a storm—quick, brutal, efficient. He’s not fighting to win. He’s fighting to get to you. The second someone takes a swing at you, Draken intercepts it without thinking, blocking the blow with his own body. He throws the guy back with a glare that could kill.

And then he turns to you. “Are you outta your mind?!”

His voice is loud, but it’s not anger. It’s fear. Raw, sharp-edged fear.

You try to explain—I had to help, I couldn’t just watch—but he’s already scanning you, hands touching your arms, your waist, your face like he needs to check you’re all there. There’s blood. Yours? Someone else’s? He doesn’t know. Doesn’t care. His hands shake as they frame your face.

“You don’t do that. You don’t do that, baby.” His forehead drops against yours, breathing fast. “You could’ve gotten seriously hurt. What were you thinking?”

You open your mouth to answer, but he silences you with a kiss. Rough at first—full of adrenaline and terror and too many feelings he hasn’t sorted out yet. His hands pull you closer like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

He kisses you again. Slower. Longer. His lips linger like he’s trying to erase the memory of you in danger.

“I get it,” he mutters between kisses. “You’re strong. Brave. I know that. But I almost lost my mind out there watching you fight.”

Another kiss. This one to your forehead. Then one to your temple. Then your cheek. Each one slower, softer, more deliberate than the last.

“I don’t ever want to see you in the middle of that again,” he says, his voice low, breaking slightly. “I can’t focus. I can't breathe. You're all I think about when you’re out there. And if something happened to you…” He trails off, jaw tightening. “I’d lose it.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he melts into you. His hands find your lower back, holding you close like he's anchoring himself to the feel of you. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart against yours.

After a moment, he pulls back just enough to look at you, brushing a thumb under your eye. “Next time, stay back. Or stay beside me. But don’t do that again—not alone.”

And then he kisses you again. Gentle this time. Tender. With that mix of frustration and adoration that only Draken can pull off. The kind of kiss that says, You scared the hell out of me, but I love you more than anything.

Later, when it’s over and you’re somewhere private, he’ll sit you down, clean up your cuts himself, and kiss every bandage he places. Not because he’s trying to be romantic— But because that’s the only way he knows how to say I love you. I need you safe. I don’t want to do this life without you.

And from then on, every time you’re near a fight, his arm will find your waist. His eyes will never leave you. Because Draken doesn’t just fight to win. He fights to protect you. Even from yourself, if he has to.

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Mitsuya Takashi:

Mitsuya doesn’t raise his voice.

Even when he sees you in the middle of a gang fight, trading blows and ducking punches like it’s second nature—he doesn’t shout. Doesn’t panic.

But something in his eyes changes.

He sees you before you see him. The second your fist connects with someone’s jaw, his stomach knots. Your stance is decent, your movement sharp, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not about whether you can handle yourself—it’s about the fact that you shouldn’t have to.

You’re the one thing in his world that isn’t built on violence. The person he comes home to, not the one he has to protect in the middle of a battlefield. And seeing you in it now? Bloody knuckles, scraped cheek, panting for breath—it hits him like a punch to the chest.

He gets to you fast, intercepting a guy about to land a blow on your side. He moves clean, precise—like he always does—but there’s an edge to it this time. Quiet fury.

When the fight’s over, he doesn't speak right away. Just pulls you into him, arms wrapping tight around your waist like he needs to feel your heartbeat against his. He presses his forehead into your shoulder and holds you there.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” he murmurs finally, voice low. “You shouldn’t have been in that.”

You try to protest—I had to help, I couldn’t just stand by—but he pulls back slightly, cups your cheeks with those calloused hands, and kisses you. Soft. Slow. The kind of kiss that says you scared the hell out of me, but I missed you even while you were standing right in front of me.

“You’re incredible,” he says against your lips. “You really are. Brave, strong... but this world? It’s ugly. I didn’t want it touching you.”

Another kiss. This one a little longer. His hands slide into your hair, fingertips brushing gently along the back of your neck like he’s memorizing the feel of you again.

“I trust you,” he adds, eyes scanning your face. “But I can’t pretend it doesn’t tear me apart when I see you bleed.”

He starts checking you over, inspecting every scratch like he’s tailoring something delicate. His thumbs brush over your bruised knuckles. He lifts your hand to his mouth and kisses your fingers, one by one. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs. “Adrenaline?”

You nod.

He nods too, presses his lips to your forehead, and holds you a little tighter.

“You’re amazing,” he says quietly, resting his chin on your head. “But you’re also mine. And that means your pain is my pain. Your bruises are mine to carry.”

He walks you home that night with your hand in his, knuckles still scraped, silence between you filled with the warmth of shared breath and quiet glances. And later—when you’re alone—he tends to every wound like he’s patching up fabric, precise and gentle.

With every bandage, he kisses the skin underneath. With every sigh, he tells you in his own quiet way—Please don’t put yourself in danger. Let me stand between you and the world.

And before you fall asleep in his arms, he kisses your temple and whispers, “If you ever step into a fight again… Let me be right beside you. I’d rather take the hit than live without you.”

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

He doesn’t expect to see you.

Chifuyu’s in the thick of it—dodging swings, throwing punches, watching his friends’ backs like he always does—when he hears your voice. A shout. His head snaps around so fast it nearly gives him whiplash.

And there you are. Fighting. For real. Not just yelling, not just standing back, but in it—elbows flying, face set in pure determination.

His blood runs cold.

Everything else fades. His instincts scream to move—to get to you—but the crowd swallows the space between you like a wall of chaos. He barrels through anyway. He doesn’t care who’s in the way. Doesn’t care if he takes a hit. He just knows he has to reach you before something goes wrong.

When he finally gets to you, you're breathless, bruised, and bleeding just a little—lip split, hair messy, eyes fierce. You're still standing. Still fighting. But the second you see him, something in you softens.

“Are you serious right now?!” he snaps, grabbing your arm and dragging you behind him. “What were you thinking?!” His voice cracks—not from anger, but fear. “You could’ve—what if you—”

You try to answer, but he pulls you in and kisses you. Hard. Quick. Almost desperate.

He breaks the kiss with his forehead against yours, panting, hands gripping your shoulders like he needs to feel you're really there. “You don’t do that to me,” he whispers. “Not you. Not ever.”

You go quiet. You’ve never seen him like this—so wide-eyed, so shaken.

“I thought—” He pauses. Swallows hard. “I thought I was gonna watch you get hurt and not be able to do anything. And I can’t—” His voice cracks again. He presses another kiss to your lips, gentler this time, lingering like he’s grounding himself in your warmth.

“You’re my person,” he murmurs against your mouth. “The only one I don’t wanna see covered in bruises. The one I fight to protect. And now you’re out here fighting too?” He pulls back and cups your face in both hands, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks. “You're tough, I know. Brave as hell. But... I need you safe. Please.”

He kisses your temple. Then your forehead. Then your lips again. A dozen soft kisses follow, like he's trying to apologize for yelling. Like he's checking every part of you to make sure you’re still whole.

You whisper, “I just wanted to help.”

“I know,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “But next time… stay close to me, okay? Let me fight with you. Or for you. Just… don’t go into it alone.”

Later, when the adrenaline fades, he’s by your side—cleaning your wounds with hands that are too gentle for someone who’s so good at fighting. Every time he presses antiseptic to your skin, he follows it with a kiss. To your cheek. Your fingers. Your shoulder. Your lips.

“You’re reckless,” he teases, finally smiling. “But you’re mine.”

And from then on, Chifuyu never fights without glancing back to check where you are. Because you might be strong—but in his eyes, you’ll always be the one worth protecting.

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Izana Kurokawa:

Izana doesn’t react right away.

At first, he thinks he’s imagining it—your silhouette moving in the chaos of fists and shouting and broken glass. But when you swing your leg and land a kick that sends someone crashing into a wall, something inside him snaps.

His heart doesn’t race. His blood doesn’t boil. It freezes.

Because for a split second, he’s not the Tenjiku leader anymore. He’s just a boy who’s lost too many people. And now you—you—are in the middle of the violence he tried so hard to keep separate from the parts of his life that feel real.

He’s across the space in seconds.

The people around you don't even see it coming. Izana moves like he always does—lethal and elegant—but this time, there’s no smirk. No joy. No satisfaction. Just cold precision. His eyes never leave you.

By the time he’s cleared a path to your side, you’ve got blood on your lip and your breathing is ragged—but you’re standing. Still defiant. Still fighting.

“You idiot,” he says, voice terrifyingly soft. “What the hell are you doing?”

You start to answer, but Izana doesn't let you. He grabs your wrist and yanks you close. He stares at you like he’s trying to burn your image into his brain. And then—without warning—he crashes his lips to yours.

It’s a kiss that tastes like fear and fire.

Desperate. Hard. Messy. His hand slides up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close. He doesn’t care that people are watching. He doesn’t care that the fight isn’t technically over. He only cares that you're here—alive, warm, real—and not lying in a pool of blood because of a stupid decision.

“Do you think you’re untouchable?” he growls against your mouth. “Do you want to die in a back alley like every other idiot in this world?”

You glare up at him, panting. “I was trying to help.”

His expression twists—equal parts anger and heartbreak. He touches your face again, but this time, his fingers are trembling. “No. You don’t get to help like this. Not you. You’re not supposed to bleed for this world.”

You soften. “I was worried about you.”

That sentence breaks him.

He exhales, shaky, and rests his forehead against yours. “You’re the only thing in this whole damn life that doesn’t feel like it’s going to disappear. I can’t—” His voice cracks. “I can’t lose you.”

Then the kisses start again. Softer now. Slower. One at a time. To your lips. Your nose. Your cheeks. Your jaw. As if he’s making up for every second he spent terrified while you were out there fighting.

Later—when it’s quiet—he sits beside you, hands gentle as he cleans your wounds. His thumb brushes over a bruise on your shoulder, and he leans down to kiss it. Then your hand. Then your temple. Each kiss is an apology. A promise. A prayer.

“I’m not like the others,” he whispers into your skin. “You know that, right?”

You nod. “I know.”

“I destroy things. I ruin people.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “But you? You’re the one thing I want to protect, not break.”

He kisses you again, soft and reverent.

And from that night on, Izana changes. He doesn’t try to lock you away or keep you out—but when he fights, you’re always behind him. Always in reach. And if anyone so much as touches you, he ends it before the fight even starts.

Because in a world Izana built on violence and control, you are the one thing he refuses to lose.

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Ran Haitani:

Ran’s not easy to shake.

He’s the kind of man who watches fights with a lazy smirk, twirling his baton and humming while the world burns around him. He’s calm, cocky, calculated — until he sees you in the middle of a fight.

Then all that chill?

Gone.

He freezes when he spots you — your fists up, blood on your cheek, going toe-to-toe with someone twice your size. At first, he thinks he’s hallucinating. You’re not supposed to be here. You’re not supposed to be fighting.

And then he sees someone swing at you.

Something inside him snaps.

The smirk vanishes. The baton swings.

He’s across the street in seconds — fast, brutal, and silent. No flashy remarks. No warnings. Just clean, cold violence until the people around you are either unconscious or running for their lives. When it’s over, his chest is heaving, hair wild, eyes dark as a storm.

“Y’know,” he says, voice dangerously calm as he strides toward you, “I’m trying really hard not to lose my f*cking mind right now.”

You barely open your mouth before he grabs you — arm around your waist, hand in your hair — and kisses you.

Hard. Hot. Angry.

It’s not romantic. It’s not gentle. It’s desperate. Like he needs to remind himself that you’re alive. That your lips still work. That your body is still warm.

When he pulls back, he stares at you for a second, chest still heaving. “Are you insane?” he breathes. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

You glare. “I can handle myself—”

He kisses you again. Just to shut you up.

“Don’t care,” he mutters against your lips. “Don’t wanna watch you handle yourself like that. Not in the middle of all this.”

His fingers brush the blood at your temple. His jaw clenches.

“Sht, you’re bleeding.” He kisses it. “Right here.” He kisses again, softer this time. Then your cheek. Then your neck. Then back to your lips. “Every fcking bruise on you makes me wanna burn this whole street down.”

You wrap your arms around him and feel how tight he’s holding you. How shaken he really is beneath all that silk and swagger.

“I was scared,” he admits into your skin. “Didn’t like that.”

You soften instantly. “I’m sorry.”

He sighs and leans his forehead against yours. “You’re lucky I love you more than I love violence.”

Another kiss. Slower now. Lingering. His hand moves to cradle your cheek as if to say, Don’t ever do that again. But he doesn’t say it. Because he knows you. Knows how stubborn you are. How loyal.

So instead he whispers, “Next time, if you have to fight… I’m at your side. You don’t go in without me, got it?”

You nod, and he smiles — just a little — before kissing you again. Not because he wants to tease, or seduce, or win. Because he needs to feel you’re still his.

Later, when it’s just the two of you, he’ll run a bath for you like nothing happened. He’ll hum while cleaning your cuts. He’ll kiss every one like it’s sacred.

But every now and then, you’ll catch the way his hand grips your wrist just a bit tighter. The way he stares at your bruises like they’re personal insults. Because Ran Haitani might laugh at the world, but he will never laugh at the idea of losing you.

And God help anyone who ever puts you in danger again.

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Rindou Haitani:

Rindou’s not loud. He doesn’t scream when he sees you throw a punch. He doesn’t panic. He just goes still.

Like something inside him flatlined.

His violet eyes track you across the chaos like a sniper — watching the way your body moves, the way you block, dodge, fight like someone who's seen too much and won't back down.

And Rindou wants to be proud. He really does. You’re fierce. Brave. You don’t flinch.

But all he can feel is fear.

And beneath it, rage.

Because you weren’t supposed to be here. You were supposed to be the one thing he could come home to after hell — not the one in the middle of it.

The second someone grabs your arm mid-swing, he’s there. His baton comes down like thunder — fast, hard, merciless. The guy hits the pavement and doesn’t get back up.

Then Rindou turns to you.

“You lost your mind or somethin’?” he asks, voice flat, deceptively calm.

You try to explain — I had to help, they were outnumbered — but he just pulls you in without a word and kisses you.

Not soft. Not sweet. This is the kind of kiss that steals your breath. The kind that says you could’ve been gone, and don’t you ever do that again.

When he pulls back, his hand stays curled at your jaw, fingers firm but careful. His forehead leans into yours as he closes his eyes for a beat, grounding himself in the feel of you, the heat of your skin, the proof that you're alive.

“You get that I’m not mad ‘cause you fought,” he mutters. “I’m mad ‘cause I looked up and saw someone swinging at you, and I couldn’t reach you in time.”

His thumb brushes your cheek, tracing the blood there. Then he leans down and kisses the spot, gentle, reverent. “This? I hate this. Hate seeing you like this.”

You whisper that you’re okay, and he lets out a breath — one that’s too shaky for someone who’s usually unreadable. “No, you’re not. You’re bleeding. You’re shaking. And I’m losing my goddamn mind just looking at you.”

He kisses you again. And again. Each kiss slower than the last. One to your lips. One to your temple. Your shoulder. Your scraped knuckles. “Don’t do that again. Not without me. I mean it.”

When the adrenaline dies down, he takes your hand — clutching it tight — and doesn’t let go. Even when you’re out of danger. Even when you’re back home. Even as he kneels in front of you and tends to every bruise like he’s fixing a cracked porcelain doll.

“I’m not Ran,” he says quietly, wiping dried blood from your lip. “I don’t flirt through everything. I don’t act like it’s all a game. When I say I love you, I f*cking mean it.”

He kisses you again, softer than ever. His lips press against yours like a silent vow.

“You’re mine. You hear me?” Another kiss. “And I protect what’s mine.”

After that, Rindou never lets you walk into a fight without him again. And if you try? He kisses you until you forget what you were even arguing about.

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Hanma Shuji:

At first, he laughs.

That wild, unhinged laugh that makes everyone freeze up because they can never tell if he’s about to kiss someone or kill them. He’s spinning his fists like a conductor conducting a symphony of violence — and then he spots you.

Right in the middle of the fight.

And you’re not frozen or afraid — you’re swinging.

Your fist connects with someone’s jaw, and Hanma pauses mid-brawl.

The laugh dies.

His grin stays, but it shifts — not playful, not amused. Something darker. Sharper. Dangerous.

He watches for a moment — eyes locked on your form, the way your chest rises and falls, the blood on your lip, the grit in your expression. You’re beautiful, furious, reckless.

And then someone comes at you with a pipe.

Before they can land a single hit, Hanma’s there.

Crack.

Pipe drops. Attacker collapses. Hanma doesn’t even blink.

Then he turns to you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, baby?” he says, voice honey-slick and terrifyingly soft.

You open your mouth to argue, but you don’t get the chance.

He grabs you — not rough, but firm. Possessive. His hand curls around your waist, the other around the back of your neck. And then he kisses you.

Hard. Brutal. Bruising.

It’s a kiss that tastes like metal and heat and panic — not yours. His.

Because Hanma doesn’t feel fear often. But when he saw you in the middle of that chaos? He remembered what it meant to be scared. To need someone. To lose.

When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen, and you’re breathless.

“I love a little chaos,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “But not you in it. That’s not part of the game.”

“You were outnumbered,” you protest, stubborn as ever. “I wasn’t gonna sit back and—”

“Shh.” He kisses you again. Slower this time. Deeper. His hand tightens in your hair. “You fight with me, sweetheart. Not in front of me. Not alone.”

You feel him shaking — just a little. Only because you're close enough to notice.

“You're bleeding,” he says, staring at a cut on your shoulder. “My favorite f*cking person in the world, and you're out here getting hurt like you're disposable.” His voice drops lower, more dangerous. “Do I need to break every bone in their bodies to get the message across?”

He kisses the cut. Then your collarbone. Then the corner of your mouth. Each kiss a contradiction — violent in its need, but careful in its touch.

Later, when the fighting's done and it's just the two of you, he’s not laughing anymore. He sits you down, grabs some gauze and antiseptic, and tends to you with surprising gentleness. All while muttering:

“Crazy, crazy girl. Driving me f*cking insane.”

When you ask if he’s mad, he looks you dead in the eye.

“Mad? Baby, I worship you. But if you scare me like that again, I might kiss you so hard we both forget how to breathe.”

And he does. Over and over.

Because for a man like Hanma — who lives in violence and chaos — you are the only thing he ever truly wants to protect.

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Kazutora Hanemiya:

Kazutora doesn’t notice at first.

He’s busy — fists flying, body moving on instinct, eyes scanning for danger. The kind of fight where the world blurs and all he can hear is the sound of skin hitting skin and distant sirens.

But then, through the chaos, someone shouts your name. And it’s like the air is sucked out of the world.

He whips around.

And sees you.

Fighting.

Bleeding.

Dodging a punch that came way too close.

His heart doesn’t stop — it shatters.

For a second, his body locks up. Like he’s been hit by a ghost. Something dark flashes behind his eyes — the memory of loss, of helplessness, of watching someone important vanish in an instant.

And then he snaps.

Kazutora’s chaos is usually wild and unpredictable, but now? He’s focused. Every punch is for the bastard who dared to put you in danger. Every movement cuts a path to you.

By the time he reaches your side, your lip is split and you’re breathing hard — but you’re standing. You look at him like you’re not sure if he’s about to yell or fall apart.

He does neither.

He drops his weapon, grabs your face in both hands, and kisses you.

Hard. Messy. Like it’s the only way he knows how to stay alive in that moment.

When he pulls back, his voice is hoarse. “What the hell are you doing, baby?”

You try to explain — “They needed help, I couldn’t just stand back—”

He shakes his head, forehead pressed to yours. “No. No, no, no.” His hands are shaking. “You can’t be part of this. Not like this.”

“You don’t get to protect me from everything,” you whisper.

His jaw clenches. “I know. But f*ck, if I lose you… if I have to watch something happen to you while I’m right there…” His voice breaks. “I wouldn’t survive that. I know I wouldn’t.”

You touch his cheek. “But I’m here. I’m okay.”

He kisses you again — slower this time. Softer. Like he’s saying thank you for living without using words. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go for even a second.

He kisses your forehead. Your nose. The bruised corner of your mouth.

“Next time,” he murmurs, voice trembling, “you stay behind me. Just for once. Let me be the one to get hurt.”

You smile gently. “But I love you too much to do that.”

And he breaks — just a little. His breath hitches, his head drops to your shoulder, and he holds you tighter than ever before.

That night, he won’t stop touching you. Not in a needy way — in a reassuring way. His fingers trace over every cut, every bruise, and he kisses each one like it’s sacred.

Because Kazutora doesn’t believe he deserves good things. But you? You’re the one thing he’s terrified to lose. And he’ll fight anyone, even you, if it means keeping you safe.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

He sees you before anyone else does.

You're in the middle of it — fists flying, hair tangled, blood on your face that might be yours. Sanzu’s in the thick of the fight too, laughing like a man possessed, until his eyes catch the shape of you — dodging, swinging, surviving.

And suddenly, the world goes quiet.

He stops laughing.

Stops breathing.

Time slows down around him.

No one touches what’s his. No one. And you — you — are the one beautiful thing he never thought he could have. And now you're here, bleeding, and for a horrifying moment he thinks: This is how I lose you.

The rage comes first.

It's not just anger — it's pure destruction. He doesn’t just fight — he erupts.

Anyone near you is torn down like paper. He doesn’t care who they are. Doesn’t care if they beg or bleed. They touched you. They endangered you. That’s enough.

Then, once the smoke clears, he’s in front of you — grabbing your wrist, pulling you in roughly but not cruelly, eyes wide and unhinged.

“What the f*ck were you thinking?” he demands. His voice is high, hoarse — frantic. “Are you trying to die? You think this is a joke?”

You try to answer, but he kisses you before you can even speak.

It’s not gentle.

It’s raw.

It’s teeth and breath and shaking hands gripping your face like he’s terrified you’ll disappear the second he lets go. His lips are desperate — not for passion, but for proof.

Proof you’re alive.

“You don’t do that,” he gasps between kisses. “You don’t jump in like that. You’re not— You’re not supposed to get hurt.”

You whisper, “I can handle myself—”

“No, no, you don’t get it,” he growls. “You’re not me. You’re not some f*cked-up freak who doesn’t care if they live or die.”

He presses his forehead to yours. Blood runs down his cheek — you don’t know if it’s his or someone else’s. His eyes are wild, frantic, devastated.

“I care. I care so much it hurts. And seeing you in the middle of that?” His voice breaks. “I’ve killed for less. Don’t make me bury the one person I actually love.”

You freeze.

He never says that. Not out loud. Not like this.

He pulls you in again, wrapping his arms around your body and kissing you softer now. Reverently. As if each kiss is a prayer, a plea, a promise.

Later, when he’s patched you up — and his hands are steady again — he lays beside you in silence. His fingers trace your skin, checking every mark like he’s memorizing it.

“I’ll kill anyone who ever drags you into that again,” he whispers. “Even if it’s you.”

But when you touch his cheek and smile, he breaks again — in a quiet, aching kind of way.

And kisses you like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

Because in his twisted, bloody life, you are the only thing that's real.

[beeing1alive]

Hi!! I really liked your "turning them on without knowing" post , I wanted to know if you'd like to write a second one but with Tenjiku!! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Note: Thank you for your enquiry, I was very happy about it and hope you like it

Warning: Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Izana:

Gets a hard-on when you give him a tight hug

He just can't help it, as soon as he feels your warmth and smells your body odour he goes crazy

He doesn't want to let you go and wraps his arms around you even more so that you can feel his pulsating cock

Begins to place feather-light kisses on your neck and throat and asks you if you don't want to help him

Kakucho:

It especially turns him on when you try to tease him with something

I mean, the grin on your face and the galnz in your eyes

He immediately gets butterflies in his stomach and his body starts to tingle with excitement, only that the tingling mainly affects the centre of his body

And before he knows it, he's sitting there with an ever-growing bulge in his trousers

Ran:

Becomes instantly rock hard when you whisper in his ear

It doesn't even matter what you say because, to be honest, in this situation he doesn't care

It's just that as soon as he hears your sweet voice so close to his ear, goose bumps spread all over his body

Try 100% not to hide how you hit on him and will ask you if you can help him with the bulge is trousers

Rindou:

Absolutely loves neck kisses

Just can't help but let out a soft sigh as soon as you're busy with his neck

Pulls you onto his lap so he can kiss you and press his hard cock against your bum

Nevertheless, his cheeks are barely noticeably red all the time, because he's just an idiot for you and can't do anything about it

Shion:

Immediately gets a hard-on when he sees you concentrating

The way your eyes dart across the sheet of paper in front of you and you try to memorise as much as possible with a furrowed brow

Feels the need to sit behind you and look over your shoulder so that you can feel his hard cock

Will indirectly try to distract you from your work and gently rub against your bum, which only makes him hornier...

Here is pt.1

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[dragonsoulage]

What their kinks are…

feat. Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Izana Kurokawa, Takashi Mitsuya

Sometimes they just can’t pretend as if they wouldn’t want to breed you or see you in pretty clothes they chose. Like they just can’t help themselves when you look just so divine it makes them go feral.

Hello friendos, this time we enjoy some Tokyo Revengers men and their kinks I think could fit them the most. I believe like with Izana it depends on the emotional state he is having sometimes. Although he is more rough overall 🤣💀

I hope you enjoy, because it was quiet fun writing it ✨✨💀🌚

Wordcount: 3,1k

Warnings: dominant men, rough, breeding kink, prais kink, Mommy issues/ kink, manhandling, biting, scratching, hair pulling, size kink, soft dom, clothes kink

Manjiro Sano - The switcher

Mikey gives off such a switch vibe energy. At first, he pins you down, having his way with you, wanting to make you beg for it. And the next, oh, such lovely eyes look up when he wants you to take the lead.

And unlike Izana, he wants this. He admits he likes it.

It depends on his mood, what he prefers, and what you give him today. Are you bratty? Well, he won't hesitate to pin you down underneath him, feeding you his long inches, gently choking you.

Even when he still presses a gentle kiss on your neck, cooing in your ear how well you take him.

Urging you to say how good he makes you feel.

"Come on, sweetheart, use your words," he teased, holding your thighs open to bully his dick between your puffy folds, making you tremble and roll back your eyes. He enjoys doing this to you. Seeing what his actions do to your sweet body, he adored you, eyes roaming over your form.

He is also really much into emotional sex, besides the fact he can fuck you into the mattress, being tender to you, and telling you how much he needs and loves you.

Often this is the point when things switch. Being on top of him, sitting up, he holds you, having you oh, so close. Mikey sat up too, just so he could bury his head in your neck, breathing you in.

Needing you, like he needs the fucking air to breath.

This is the moment when the fragile side slips through.

The softer side is that he actually is allowed to be vulnerable. And as soon as you noticed how his strokes went a little softer, you went with it. Tangled in arms and skin, wrapping them around his shoulders as your forehead lay against his.

Wide blue eyes looking in just your own orbs, you felt his breath caressing your lips, so puffy because you still rocked your hips into him.

The moment his feral look went suddenly all so gentle, daring you to take the lead. Just so the big boss finally could enjoy and just be.

"You feel like heaven...uhh." He let out, holding you still close, before you kissed his cheek.

Your palm came up cradling his face when you brushed back a blonde lock of his hair behind his ear.

"Hmm, you like that? I did not even start yet." You chuckled sultrily before you tried to get a firmer position.

Mikey not hesitating to lift you on your ass to help you adjust.

"I want you to say it, baby," you cooed in his ear, tilting your hips just right, shifting your weight so you could get a little better friction, which made you sigh content.

"You don't need to be that demanding," he chuckled shortly before leaning back on his elbows, enjoying the view.

How perfect your body was in his eyes, how your tits just slightly swayed with your motion. The expression on his face says it all: he wants his girl to take the lead. And you did, gently grasping his chin, making you look at him, what he does, and what he adores.

"Am I? Demanding, sweet boy?" you asked him just before you started to bounce now a little faster. Walls squeezing tighter around his girth, and this was the point when his head fell back and a deep whine was heard. He couldn't keep his composure, not when his hands were reaching for your breasts, holding them, and when his eyebrows knit together.

"Fuck...No, Mommy," his voice strained, but he let go, just feeling your warm, tight pussy around him, unraveling him faster than any other thing in this world could.

Ken Ryuguji - Addicted to get you so full of him

I mean, it is obvious, Draken is a tall guy, a strong one. Always have been and always will be. So he just adores when you feel so small in his hands or around his cock.

Squeezing him in the most delicious way makes him grunt.

When he knows, he simply covers your whole frame when hovering over you. Spreading your thighs open just to watch his fat cock disappear in your puffy folds, how you struggle to take him, and yet your wet pussy sucked him in—at least she tried to.

"Look at that little, perfect pussy, so greedy even when I am not halfway in yet," he snickers, before planting a kiss right underneath your ear, just so he can listen to the little mewl.

Feeling the way your small hands grabbed after his biceps, nails digging in.

"Ken...it's too big... I- ahh." You tried to find any kind of words, but all you felt was that big stretch when he finally was completely sheathed inside you. Eyes squeezing shut, and head fell back in the pillows. So he saw the vulnerable column of your throat. Not hesitating to place open-mouthed hot kisses down there, all while fucking so slowly into you. Large hands held you open when you squirmed.

"Pretty girl can take it, yeah?" It was not a question, more spoken as a fact when he thrusts harder, deliberate but always on point to make you crumble beneath him.

I also imagine he has a thing for praise, and he is more likely to give praise. Like telling, you how pretty you look, how beautiful you are when you are wrecked. How good you felt around him, how it was making him feral. And believe me, he is going feral at some point.

"Taking me so well, look how utterly perfect you are like this," whispering it in your ear with that deep booming voice, making you shudder and more...clench around him, so his thrust stuttered for a short moment.

"Harder, baby," were the only words you always managed to choke out. Just so his hair that fell out of his braid tickled your face. Abs tensing when fucking you even deeper and harder. Just how you need it, how he needs it.

"I've got you, pretty girl. So fucking pretty and wet for me, hm?"

Overall, he is dominant but always makes you feel safe, never pushes you to your limit, even when you want him to... He knows when your body needs a break, and you are just too cock drunk to notice it. But he never left you unsatisfied. I always imagine when he knows you are sore...he would love when you sit on his face. No matter what weight you are, for him, he would love to get smothered by your pussy; he likes the weight he tries to put down on him. When he is fucking his tongue inside your cute pussy.

But Draken gets really feral when it is about breeding. Tell him you want it inside, and every ounce of self control is gone. Hand on your chin, tilting it up, looking in your eyes with such a pure need.

"Fuck a baby into me, Ken." Those sweet words, half moaned right in his face when you looked like you would die when he would not cum inside you. "Then tell me how much you want me to have it inside, pretty," he commanded, gently taking a deep breath, knowing he was bracing himself for the next hours to pump so much cum into you. Having you so overstimulated but begging...he was just a man. How should he deny his girlfriend that?  

Baji Keisuke - The manhandling menace

Baji? Fucking naughty, he takes you when he feels like it, aware how wet you got when he started manhandling you.

Seeing you in that dress? Damn, without thinking, he would bend you over his bike. But it's not just that. Even when I think he would be more the dominant one, he still likes when you bite back...or when you let him ruin you.

Baji fucking adores the way it feels when you pull on his hair while he eats you out. Bronze eyes looking up all while his tongue is so busy being buried into your tight, wet heat. Groaning when he just tasted your sweetness, he couldn't help but go feral. When does that man have any self-control?

He does things because he feels like them. Eating you out, his favorite meal of the day, and your hands in his silky raven strands? When he looks so handsome, being all focused and smug about making you come undone without even his cock?

"Come on, baby, pull it harder," he urged you to before laying his tongue flat against your clit, which was making your hips buck up. Your hands pulling it harder, and his face even more into your pussy.

But not just that—he loves to pull your hair too, fist wrapped around your hair, pounding you from behind. Girthy cock buried to the hilt in your snug cunt that fit him perfectly. You were already keening as it literally knocked your breath out of your lungs with every deep thrust. Pulling your hair just so his other hand grabs your throat gently. Watching that cute little expression when he fucked you dumb with teary eyes.

"Don't look at me with those eyes," he growled, yanking your head back, so his lips were warm against your ear.

"What eyes?" you asked him, all so innocent, although you knew what you did.

"These pleading eyes are telling me to fuck you even harder, sweetheart," whispering it in your ear before getting your head pushed into a pillow.

I also can imagine him quite the biter, especially during foreplay, making out? Your lips will be kiss-bitten, pink, and glossy. Barely keeping up with his hunger when his tongue was invading your mouth like a starved man, exploring every place in your mouth, tongues tangled before he started with a nib and gently sucked in your bottom lip just to bite down gently.

Not just that when he fucks you in a full nelson, he does enjoy biting oh so tenderly in your neck and shoulder. Loving the feeling of how your skin tasted and how it made your cute pussy throb when he does it with his canines.

And in case you bite back, that has him going, biting his shoulder when he sinks in deep, trying to keep yourself from coming too hard? He does enjoy it.

Baji is all yours when you start scratching him, when he pushes your thighs apart with large calloused hands, his face in the crook of your neck when he was sliding into you so effortlessly. Just when he picks up pace, your nails raking over his back, it was having his balls draw up tight, making him groan oh so deep. "Fuck, do it again," he commands. Give him a scratch, and he is all yours.  

Izana Kurokawa - The controlling one until he melts

I am sure he is a guy who wants control, wants to be king, and wants to be in total control of you. And don't get me wrong, this guy wrecks you in bed.

Throwing you around to his liking before giving your poor pussy the pounding of your life.

He enjoys watching you struggle beneath him; this is for sure. He pushes your limits, but never too much. Not for real, though.

Hands gripping so tight it was nearly bruising when he has you on your knees. Always these wet squelches of your pussy, the moan he could earn, the whimper on your tongue, the whisper of his name when he fucked you like this.

Head fell back, just to drag every mean inch of him along your inner walls. Making you feel every vein with this hard, punishing pace he had. Smacking your ass, just in time so you would squeeze him. And he knew you would.

"Look at that greedy, slutty girl. All on her knees for her king...fuck." He loved to degrade you, but not too much; you are his queen, not his slut, but he fucks you like one.

He could have had every girl, but you were the only one he wanted.

Izana knows you are patient, you are a safe place, his safe place.

You don't use him, not like everyone else. You let him use you, no matter if it were to fuck or sometimes...just sometimes cuddling you a moment longer than he intended.

Poor boy, so confused why he stayed like this with you, even when deep down he knows why.

You invited him to let him fall, and only when he wanted to, never demanding it.

He also loves praise....praise him when he makes you cum. Praise him when the big stretch feels so good.

And then there is a little other thing. Something he didn't even dare to realize he had until that one time.

It's obvious that he got mommy issues, and when you are so patient with him, maybe just maybe...after he ruined you thoroughly, when you climbed on top of him. Being a little sore but oh, so tender.

Peppering kisses along his neck and chest. Hot breath caressing his ear when he felt how your snug cunt sunk down his pulsing shaft, squeezing him so deliciously. Your fingertips dancing over his muscles.

"You are such a strong boy, aren't you?" you whispered, kissing the spot right behind his ear.

It made the great Izana shudder. Hands glued on your waist, like as if he would be afraid you would disappear.

He growled, holding back so much now. You were good to him, so good. When suddenly...just suddenly: "Yes, Mommy" slipped past his tongue. In a moment he is in shock, frozen in place. Just when he felt your pussy squeezing a little tighter and saw the delicate blush on you.

Not a sign of any discomfort or that you would make fun, he decides to let it be. Indulging in a rare moment where you are allowed to take the lead. The real lead, making his head spin so he could let loose for just this moment.

You kissed his lips shortly before caressing his cheek with your thumb, palming his face. "Then let Mommy take care of you now," you said sultrily before your hips started a sensual rhythm. Looking down on him, he was not really sure what happened now, but his fingers tightened around you. Eyes just narrowing a little when he let you have the pace you wished.

"Relax, baby. You deserve it. You have been so good today, so strong," you mumbled gently, trying to ease him from what just slipped out of his mouth.

Your flat hand pressing him down on his chest, not too harsh; it was a delicate balance before he probably would take the lead because he said, "Mommy?"

But damn, it felt good, especially when you had this gentle and sensual pace of your hips. Tits bouncing just slightly was an erotic sight when he looked up.

When you noticed slowly he let loose, for once...his head fell back, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, eyes squeezing shut. Not whining, but he strained himself to not lose all of his control completely. Your hand danced up his skin, tracing the lines of his neck before gently wrapping your fingers around his throat, not squeezing, just holding, before leaning down.

"You are such a good boy for Mommy, huh?" you whispered, and when you did, his hips jerked up, holding your waist tightly.

"Good at wrecking you in all the right places," he answered, still cocky but letting you have this way because you felt like damn sin. 

Takashi Mitsuya - The worshipper with style  

He is a walking green flag. You are not confident in your body? This changes when this man has you in his hands. Kissing every "imperfection" you thought you had, telling you what a goddess you are. Lavender eyes always half-lidded but so in awe when he parts your legs, to worship your absolutely divine pussy.

It was not just sweet and tasty...no, you were divine. Arms slung around your thigh, face buried where you needed him the most. "Such a good girl, with such a perfect pussy," he mumbled before his tongue lay flat against your cunt. Dragging his tongue over your hot slit, just seconds before his tongue flicking over your clit makes you gasp so cute, trying to find a hold on his hair. Your face turned away from him... he stopped. He wanted to see how good you look when you fall apart. How he made you feel.

"Nah, no turning away, love. Look in my face when I eat you." So you were forced to look at him; otherwise, he would have stopped, and you were far too needy then to stop.

"Taka..." you pouted, looking down, eyes immediately rolling back as soon as you felt his tongue.

He could spend hours there, just to watch your body react.  

In general, he loves to pick out clothes for you, or it's a bonus when he makes them. Fucking you in a dress that perfectly hugged your curves? That was so flattering on you because he knew your body better than you? When every stitch he did is made for this moment? Just so he could raise the hem up and fuck you when he pulled the cute panties he chose for you aside?

Having you in missionary just to see how gorgeous you were, makeup slightly smeared from the blow job you had given him. Hair tousled because he couldn't help, but then pull on it slightly.

His angry tip disappearing inside you, but all he could look at now was you...how your chest spilled nearly out of the cleavage, how he ruined you, and yet how good you looked while taking him.

"Told you, it would fit you perfectly, as you always fit for me so perfectly... God, you are so tight," cursing slightly because when he fucked you, he never came first, always wanting you to fall apart before he spilled right onto your naughty panties. Nothing is more arousing for him than seeing your panties full of his cum, makes you look even better.

"God, I need it deeper...please." Your plea was sweet, so sweet his head fell in your neck and he groaned. Adoring it whenever you wanted something. Serving you in devotion...you want it deeper? He hit the perfect angle. You needed it harder? He held you tighter and did it. Whatever you needed, without hesitation he made it happen.

Rubbing small circles over your clit, just so you would squirt on him, to tell you how pretty you looked while doing this...

"Hmmm, come on, love. Just a little...want this pretty pussy to cum for me. You can do it, right?" he urged you while his thumb was so firm on your nub it made your legs tremble, and you shudder...

[cfyslvr]

Hey so I saw your reqs are open!! So I've noticed a lot in the past of how people portray baji as super aggressive and violent in a relationship when I think he'd be pretty soft and always put his s/o's needs first. Please give me super cute sfw and nsfw hcs that you can think of baji x fem reader! Thank you!!

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑺

summary :: tough looking guys that are actually softies towards their s/o!!

pairings :: keisuke baji × fem!reader, izana kurokawa × fem!reader, rindou haitani × fem!reader,

warnings :: aged up characters!! nsfw content, smut, possibly ooc, protected sex!, pet names, tit play, mommy kink, not proofread, mentions of rough sex, mentions of multiple positions (doggy, missionary, cowgirl etc), mommy kink, just me being biased, might contain spoilers ig(?), may contain grammar mistakes (either bc eng isn't my first language or bc I'm typing too quickly 🤷🏻‍♀️)

a/n :: YESS!! I've been thinking about this for so long and I'm glad I'm not the only one 🥹 I actually have a draft explaining this but for izana so I decided to make this a multi character drabble, hope u don't mind ㅠㅠ

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࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑲𝑬𝑰𝑺𝑼𝑲𝑬 𝑩𝑨𝑱𝑰

— SFW ::

you were most likely baji's first girlfriend, so he probably has no idea what he's supposed to do in a relationship (and I will die on this hill). he's nervous, get flustered at the sight of you, at the thought of holding hands with you or anything similar to that.

now, we all know that baji can be a bit... vile. burning cars when he's hungry, brutally beating people he believes he needs to.. yeah. but!! that's not the only reason he is believed to be super aggressive with his gf and all, it's also because he tries to act pretty nonchalant and cool, like his usual self around you because he's embarrassed of how flustered you make him! (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

at first, he's actually really good at keeping this cool guy nonchalant persona (atleast in public), but.. it's also super obvious he has a soft spot for you. he'd do cute things like fixing your hair, holding your hand, even being pretty clingy in private. it surprises you at first, but you grow used to it after some time.

he's so gentle with you :(( would literally never yell at you, even when he comes back from school/a gang meeting/a fight completely stressed, he would just pout and pull you into a hug because it calms him down<33 also gets super super mad if anyone else tries to yell at you. like, if you came to him crying because some guy was bullying you and everyone was just brushing it off bc "he probably likes you!" (why are we romanticizing abuse •n•), the next day your bully is coincidentally found passed out in some alleyway; if you had a fight with your parents, every time he comes over or sees your parents, he not-so secretly glares at them and makes sure to purposely mention something you were fighting about in a subtle way (example, if they were commenting about your weight or smt, he would make sure to voice a little too loudly how much he loves the way your body looks).

I could go on and on about him but I think I'll end it here cuz I have two more characters to work on!!

— NSFW :: honestly, baji gives me the type of guy who doesn't think of sex as something that's 100% necessary in your relationship and would be completely fine with waiting until marriage, but once you're his, you're his. he does not like the thought of sleeping around and even finds the thought of it a little weird, the thought of being intimate someone just for the fun of it didn't sound appealing to him.

most likely, he loses his virginity to you, and if you are a virgin as well, he's so gentle with you. he has you laying down on the white sheets under him, since it's both of y'all's first time, he figures that missionary is the safest position to start with (although he wouldn't mind experimenting with other positions in the future).

spends half the time just preparing you with foreplay, kissing your neck, sucking ur tits, thighs, licking up your stomach >< he'll eat you out so softly, so gently, slowly making out with your cunt, asking you "is this okay?" "am I making you feel good?" he just needs reassurance :(( it's his first time too!

once he was finally sure you're 100% ready for him, he first grinds his cock against your core, coating it properly (he probably heard of vaginal bleeding if there wasn't enough lubricant and the thought of hurting you scared him), he would 100% use a condom, atleast until both of you are comfortable to fuck without it.

after, once again, making sure everything was perfect and you were ready, he pushes in, slowly, painfully slowly in order to make sure it doesn't hurt, and if you show any sign of pain with your facial expressions or body language, he freezes until he makes sure it's okay for him to keep going.

once he's finally in, he waits for a full minute for you to adjust to his size before beginning to move his hips, once again, slowly at first. he groans, and despite wanting to be gentle with his pretty girl, he can't help but bite your neck (baji has a biting kink and I'll die on that hill), and he ends up accidentally doing it harder than he intends to, but not enough for it to bleed!

I always see people saying that he calls his s/o really degrading names, but I actually see him mostly calling often calling you like "pretty girl" (≧~≦⁠) I also think he's also good at edging himself, so even if he's so close it's painful, he wouldn't let himself cum until he's made you cum at least once.

when you're finally done, I feel like aftercare with him would be a bit awkward lmao. he would probably be too lazy to shower so he just cleans both of you up with a towel, helps you put your pjs on and falls asleep right then and there with you trapped in his arms. all in all 10/10 he's so sweet <3

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑰𝒁𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑲𝑼𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑨𝑾𝑨

— SFW ::

(gosh I love him sm ><)

we all know about Izana's past, which naturally causes a lot of trust issues, so I genuinely believe he would not get with just anyone, he needs to build trust with you as a friend before he first off accepts he likes you beyond friendship and then actually starts dating you.

once you finally move onto the next stage, he would still have a hard time fully trusting you. although he wouldn't be too distrusting, he would be the type of boyfriend constantly calling you when you're not home and asking those "where are you at?" "who are you with?" "when are you coming home?" etc etc.

I saw this drabble on tumblr where the creator compared izana to an untrusting cat and I love this theory!! at first (the first few months of your relationship), he would he a bit distant, not talking to you nor showing a lot of love to you for awhile (mostly because he didn't know how to do so, but also because he wasn't sure if you were 100% trustworthy), but every once or twice a month, he would come to you out of nowhere and become super clingy and needy towards you, like a cat. it confused you, but you decided to stay with him because you genuinely loved him and believed he would change.

and he did.

after those few months of being an untrusting cat, he realized that even though he was a horrible boyfriend to you, you still stayed, you still let him in every one of those vulnerable nights, always took care of him, always showed that you truly loved him. and he realized that he genuinely loved you too..

after that day, he started putting more effort into your relationship. he would take care of you in the form of beating up anyone who even looked at you wrong, made sure you were never in any danger, making sure you always got what you wanted, basically treated you like his little princess.

since I believe that izana is fluent in tagalog, I fully believe he would call you names like "mahal" (love), "prinsesa" (princess), "maganda" (beautiful) etc etc. (I used a translator for this so if anyone knows tagalog correct me if the translations are wrong).

he would be so worried about you being scared of him because of his reputation in tenjiku, so he would never want you to be present during his meetings/fights with tenjiku :(( also, although he did trust you, he didn't trust almost anyone else. the only person he would trust with you was kakucho, but other than him, he didn't want to see you with any other man. he was shamelessly possessive, but if it ever came to a misunderstanding (if he misunderstood you meeting with a cousin or smt like that) he would be so apologetic to both you and the cousin bc he genuinely wants to be on your family's good side :(

— NSFW ::

now, as I said earlier, izana does not trust just anyone, so I doubt he would ever be the type of person to sleep around. he sees lovemaking as the most vulnerable moment that a couple can go through and despises hookup culture. why would he sleep with someone just for the "fun" of it?

I also see him as someone who doesn't mind waiting for marriage, but I don't think he would last ㅠㅠ (although I fully believe he would not sleep with someone he's been with for like a year or so- as I said, he sees lovemaking as vulnerable and wants to create a strong relationship bond with strong trust with someone before engaging in such a vulnerable act).

he gives me the vibes of someone who is pretty 50-50 when it comes to if he likes it gentle or rough. sure, he does likes to come home after a stressful day (either after losing a fight with tenjiku or fighting with one of his gang members in the tenjiku timeline, or after a stressful day at work in the final timeline) and quite literally fuck the stress out with you. in those situations, he does like a good doggy style, just seeing your ass bouncing as he thrusts into you like a madman gets him seeing stars.

another thing I wanna mention is that I genuinely believe he would prefer wearing a condom, just because he doesn't want to risk you getting pregnant when neither of you are ready to be parents, also because he has a sensitive dick and he would probably cum in seconds from the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him so snuggly ><

as I said, yes, he does like rough sex, but you wanna know what he loves? lovemaking. soft, loving, gentle lovemaking. he loves to scoop you into his arms and lay you down on the bed, whisper sweet nothings into your ear while slowly undressing you, gently kiss and bite at the skin of your earlobe, down to your neck, shoulders and collarbone before finally reaching your soft breasts, immediately taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

while distracting you with his mouth on your chest, he slowly pushes his throbbing cock inside of your tight hole, whining around your peak and giving both of you a moment to adjust before beginning to slowly move his hips.

izana has a mommy kink argue with the wall. as he's fucking you so slowly and lovingly, he's whining in your ear cuz, like I said, he has a sensitive cock, just repeating the sweet nothings while also calling you mommy over and over again and your eyes are just rolling back in bliss bc of how good it feels !! ><

he'll speed up his thrusts if you ask him to, bringing both of you equal amount of pleasure until you're cumming all over his rubber-covered dick and he follows right away, filling the condom up with his white cream.

aftercare with him is basically the two of you just laying there, wrapped around in each other's bodies and staring at each other lovingly in the comfortable silence until you two eventually fall asleep together (with him laying on your pretty chest)

࣪˖ ִֶָ ೀ 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑼 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑰

— SFW ::

now.

I have a lot to say about this man right here.

but I also don't know how to word it.

I genuinely believe he's the type of guy who would act all tough and nonchalant but is the biggest loser when it comes to his s/o. (ughhh >﹏<)

he would try to put up this fake persona in public (especially around ran bc he knew he would tease him), but the second the two of them were alone, he would become the clingiest guy ever. he would love to cuddle with you, sleep on your chest, just straight up hold you. (I love him sm wthhhh)

he would love kissing u sm :(( on the lips, the cheek, on the forehead, nose, hand, neck, whereverrr. like every time the two of you would see each other, the first thing he does is grab your hand and kiss the back of it before doing anything else.

he would be super overprotective of you, not in a toxic way, he just doesn't want you to get hurt in any way :( he only has you other than ran and he can't bare the thought of you getting in any danger.

it's also a canonical fact is that rindou has a drinking problem, but he would genuinely try to at least get it under control or even completely stop drinking just for you :(( he would come to you and flex how long he's been sober, expecting praise from you (which you always give him because it gives him motivation to keep going).

he would love to take you out absolutely anywhere !! from shopping sprees and fancy dinners, to wholesome café dates and movie nights. he just loves to spoil you so much because he feels like you deserve it for sticking with him through the thick and thin <33

— NSFW ::

maybe I'm biased but I also believe rindou wouldn't mind waiting until marriage if you really wanted to, but if you were okay with premarital sex, you would probably do it within maybe a year and a half.

he also doesn't mind using a condom, but he would also want to experiment without one aswell.

yes, I do believe rindou would enjoy positions like doggy or cowgirl, but would also love slow and sensual lovemaking in positions like missionary. he would love to see your face as he rutted his hips into yours, you're just so pretty and he can't stop himself from staring at you with a shit-eating smirk on his face (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

I feel like he would be the type who prefers rough sex, he just loves pounding his pretty girl until he's fucked you dumb >< buuut, every now and then, he would love gentle lovemaking aswell!

he would love it when you ride him he gently, slowly moving up and down his dick while he held you by the hips, helping you lift yourself up and down his long, veiny cock. he wouldn't be as loud as izana, but he would let out soft grunts and groans, leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder as he cums either inside of you or the condom.

aftercare with him is soft and gentle. he'll give you water and food if you wanted it, would bring you to the bath and help you clean up (also might fuck you one more time just to make sure ><). after that, he would dress you up and would go to sleep while holding you tightly in his arms. <3

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Mikey/Draken/Baji/Mitsuya/Shinichiro x Reader (Shameless Gangbang Tease)

𖦹 Warning tags: Gang members x Reader, smut, rough sex, shameless smut, five x one, glorious orgasms, creampie, cumplay, breeding, explicit sexual consent, sexual tension, obsession, possessive behavior, five boyfriends to eat, shameless flirting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, deepthroat kink, friends to lovers, blowjobs, hair pulling, scratching, consensual fivesome, boys sickly in love with reader (must of this tags belong to the complete story) -

Your dreams were getting worse every day and you knew when it all started. Somehow, these boys just made you awfully and embarrassingly, nervous.

"Some close friends of my brother are going to start working here with us for a while, (Y/N), is that okey with ya?” 

Shinichiro had asked you with a soft and friendly smile on his lips. "They are all gang members like I was when I was young,” the black-haired scratched nervously at his nape, “but now that everyone is going to university, they maintain the gang more so as not to lose contact with all the members than other thing—I mean… they no longer break the law….”

You shrugged without turning to look at him, focused on finishing screwing the piece together. 

"This is your workshop, Shinichiro; I have no say in that." 

It still makes your cheeks burn to remember how uncomfortable your crotch felt when your boss's warm and strong hand suddenly took you by the face so that you had to look him in the eye.

"But of course you have a say in this, (Y/N)!" 

The eldest Sano gaze shone with so much intention you could swear your heart skip a beat, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the side of your chin, as he was so used to invade your personal space since both had been working together for over three years by now. 

"You are my most valuable employee, you have never taken a day off, you have never been sick, you are never late, you are outstandingly kind and polite to the clients and you always have a smile for me...-" somehow the air entering your lungs wasn’t enough right then, "...that is very valuable to me, and making you comfortable has become one of my priorities." Shinichiro assured you, and you felt like hitting yourself for stuttering when replying.

"I-I don't mind, Shini, really." You did your best to put yourself together quickly, clearing your throat to disguise the gentle pull to free yourself from his greedy grip. "I mean, I already know Mikey and Izana, I get along with both of them just fine,” you reminded him, “I'm sure I'll get along with the rest just as well."

Shinichiro stared at you with that look that indicated he was analyzing you, trying to guess if you were lying to him to please him or if you really didn't mind, after a minute of scrutiny he decided that you were telling the truth.

His smile was almost blinding and the hug he wrapped you in felt even more asphyxiating that it usually did, and although it made you extremely happy to be able to please him in this small thing, how you regretted not having put up more resistance.

You and Mikey's friends started working side by side and you're not sure when it started, but once it did it didn't stop...your dreams became relentless.

At first, it was one dream a week, then one every other day and then daily. Your dreams were innocent and even funny. The next day you came pumped into the workshop to tell them about the comical situation in which you dreamed them. 

Draken and Baji used to be the ones who bothered you the most about it, mocking good-heartedly and making everyone share a healthy laugh that lasted till the end of a hard labored day… but one morning you stopped sharing and even when they noticed it, didn’t say anything about it. 

Sooner, your cute dreams turned to the dark side, or rather, towards the most obscene and lewdest side. Now full of naked bodies and slap of flesh against flesh, you could even hear the sound with your eyes open, as if it were a cacophony that followed you around.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! — sounded every time your thighs collided with theirs, tangled and stuck in so, so, SO many sexual positions, making you wonder when you acquired so much knowledge of the variety of ways your body could twist while taking cock.

“Ya feeling okay, hun?" Mitsuya had asked you, out of the blue, wearing a worried grimace, as if he had been watching you instead of watching the motorcycle he was fixing, "… your cheeks are awfully red, perhaps you have a fever..." the lilac-haired commented with some concern. 

"It’s not a fever,” Draken was the one who answered him since his large, cool palm had landed on your forehead without your permission, “but she's certainly especially flushed today, maybe you’re overworking yourself, princess?”

The owner of the dragon tattoo wondered using that petname that made you weak on the knees and before you could start searching for an acceptable answer outside of 'my crotch is on fire, I need professional help and I don't mean a psychiatrist', Mikey stole your hand in his and cheekily placed it on top of his cheek.

"Her hand is also hot," the young Sano accused, using your limp palm to caress his face as if it were a soft cloth. 

"Her cheeks have been that color for months now," Baji interjected slowly stepping closer, wiping the grease from his hands before even dare to grace your skin, and even when you thought about dodging his palm which headed straight for your cheek, you couldn’t move. "I think, the one who can best tell us if this is normal is Shinichiro—"

Agreeing on the subject, that for some unknown reason to you was messing up their peace of mind, your boss was called out by the young Sano who didn't care that his older brother was dealing with a client at the time.

“I’m busy,” mouthed the older Sano to his younger version, and Mikey barely had to motion his chin towards you to have Shinichiro apologizing to the client. Shinichiro's features were creased but as soon as he noticed your heated face and tight posture, all scolding evaporated.

"Is it normal for (Y/N)’s face to be that beat-red, Oni-san?" asked Mikey who refused to stop using your hand as a comfort blanket, "I mean, you know her better than us, should we be worried?"

The Elder Sano's attention fell without distraction on you and soon that of the others followed, the anxiety in your head shot like a champagne cork at feeling of their scorching and piercing gazes set on you, and shaking them almost violently away from you, you stated in the least high-pitched voice you could conjure.

"I'm fine! God!" you failed miserable, your voice didn't sound right, "...you all can return to your activities… or-r leave, since it’s past six."

And with that poorly disguised outburst, you turned on your heels, ignoring the worried cries and calls for your attention, took your things and almost ran out of there. Thankfully, it had already been half an hour since the closing time but without a doubt your strange attitude would not pass ignored by that quintet of meddlers. That night your dreams morphed into something offensively, feral.

This time more than one at a time. Draken holding you against the workshop table while took turns with Baji to stuff your pussy— 

“She’s sucking me in-” the tall blonde groaned, it sounded more like a wounded animal than a human, “I can’t get enough of this pussy.” 

The worst of the dreams was that evoked a thirst in you. A doubt that ate you from the inside out: would they stretch you as well as they did in your dreams? Would they synchronize as precisely as your mind accommodated them? Mikey riding your esophagus while his older brother used your tits as the personal loofah of his cock, Draken greedily filling your wet pussy while Baji stuffed your tight ass, and Mitsuya's long fingers tangled in yours as he guided you over his erect cock, milking himself for cum—And worst of all, you loved every damn second of them using you as their concubine, like a whore who couldn’t have enough. 

In your dreams you did the things you wanted to do in real life, in your dreams you weren’t a shy, awkward girl… you spread your legs for Shinichiro's little brother friend’s, letting them use you as their personal cocksleeve, their glorified cumdump…. You hated it and loved it, all at the same time. 

And without realizing it or being able to control it, the wet dreams became more graphic and aggressive. 

You woke up gasping and scratching the sheets, your body bathed in transpiration and other fluids that left your thighs sticky and forced you to take a daily bath. You hated how flashbacks of your unholy dreams played in front of you, every time they said good morning to you in the workshop, or when they asked you for advice about some repair, or when their hands accidentally graced your skin ... it had turned into the most sublime torture, because even though everyone was already an adult and probably sexually active.... they just made you feel like a schoolgirl again. Out of control and ready to burst by a mere touch.

And, were those devilish dreams that soon made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, forcing you to distance yourself, forcing you to take cold shower before sleep, and even, forcing you to consider the option of quitting your job...

Not even an entire day had passed, when you had Shinichiro ringing the doorbell of your apartment. You opened the door with some strangeness.

“Shini-”

"-I told you to tell me if it bothered you to work among gang members, (Y/N)," Shinichiro began without even letting you explain why you hadn't gone to work, "...or is it that I'm not a good boss anymore?" He wondered, half-worried, half-offended.

"Did I disrespect you without realizing it—because if that's the case, I’m SO sorry, it wasn't my intention…" the black-haired man's ramblings were so fast and desperate that you had a hard time finding a space to talk, "... I know you-I thought we were friends, that is to say—I consider you my friend, one of my best friends, I even told you how preciousyou are to-to… to my shop-p...” he didn’t mean to say shop but became a coward when all he could think about was not losing you, “and I'm sure that the others thing the same-"

The tips of your fingers resting on his lips was what finally made his voice fade away. 

“—Why is your first assumption that I quit my job?”

Without a doubt, you were astonished by how well this man in front could read you.

Shinichiro sighed tightly against your fingertips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, forcing you to lower your hand and involuntarily take one step away, almost as if his mere presence burned you.

It didn’t pass unnoticed, making him sigh again.

"...As I said, I know you well and although most of the time I seem distracted, I have noticed that you look…. shaken."

You stood quiet, trying to convey to him confidence but failing miserably since your fidgeting hands were proof enough and if he needed more evidence, your foot rapidly tapping against the floor was there to support his statement.

“…… Shaken?” You repeated, trying to make sense of the word. Well, you were shaken but maybe not in the way he thought.

"I'm fine, it doesn't bother me in the least to work among gang members and yes! I also consider you one of my best friends-"

"Then why do you want to leave?" Shinichiro asked without being able to contain himself, ".... I’m really trying here, (Y/N). We're ALL trying hard in the workshop," he said without thinking, "everyone has their own internal fight to not disrespect you, not to cross that thin line," he continued without realizing that his tongue may be revealing secrets that were not his to share, "... you have no idea how difficult it is for us as well. If I told you what I have heard, what I have been told...—" he continued and suddenly you noticed that it wasn't his words that came out of his mouth:

"I feel like I'm on fire, brother" Mikey..., "my mind no longer belongs to me, boss..." Baji..., "you should force us to wear uniforms, those skirts are going to make me cross-eyed," Draken..., "is it perfume or it’s her natural scent? Cause is drivin’ me insane either way," Mitsuya...

"-God! You're so gullible," Shinichiro growled sternly before ruffling his hair between his hands violently, "...just-just…. Just don't leave us, okey? —we'd go crazy." Your boss admitted shame forgotten. 

“The city of Tokyo can’t stand five heartbroken gang members, there would be anarchy..." The eldest Sano joked to lower the tension, to try to save his loose tongue. 

He knew… he had fucked up. He said it all, he couldn't contain himself, he felt it was the only way to keep you, even if he only had one a fifth of you, he accepted it, he would covet that fifth... it would be enough, and suddenly, his huge, deep black eyes pierced your very soul with such seriousness that you almost didn't recognize him.

"-So, what do you think?" He asked and somehow you sensed that wasn't referring to work.

You raised an eyebrow and your mouth prepare to part, but he interrupted you again, "-It's what you think... I'm not talking about work anymore." 

Shinichiro Sano confirmed, and the oxygen got stuck in your chest. Were you hearing correctly or was this another one of your wet dreams?! because without a doubt Shinichiro had not only declared his feelings to you but also those of four other, extremely close people...

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "I know it's sudden but-..." he gathered his courage, "these guys are not only Mikey's family- they are also mine... and none of them could stand to see the other destroyed, so-..."

You waited for him to finish because you still couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"So, we got together to talk, and many truths were told... and we all agreed..." Shinichiro nodded his head, "we wouldn't even feel jealous, I mean, I don't know how this could work but... we just know it can work," he suddenly stopped his speech to scratch his head uncomfortably, "...am I making myself clear or am I just looking like an idiot?"

You grimaced lightly, and he tensed. 

"You're making yourself look like an idiot..." you said after a long silence, that without realizing it was consuming Shinichiro’s mental sanity, ".... but the answer is... yes."

He blinked a few times, and his lips mouthed ‘yes’ without sound, he shook his head and this time he did find his voice. "...Are you sure? We don't want you to feel uncomfortable-"

"I don't feel uncomfortable."

He nodded, and just to prove a point to himself, he dared to do what had wanted to do for almost three years. So, slowly searching your hand with his, those long, elegant fingers played with yours for a moment before tangling like a vine around a trunk.

".... I’m just gonna-” he gulped, “… just don’t move, ‘key?"

Your cheeks heated up and without knowing why you were sharing this uncanny telepathy- you already knew what he wanted. You stood still as ordered, and without wasting a single second he leant towards you without letting go of your hand, his nose bumped yours first and there he waited, giving you one last chance to change your mind….. time's up... feeding time.

His mouth pressed to yours and your heart fluttered inside your chest like a thousand butterflies, his lips were soft but firm in their advance, a clash of nerve endings like fuses lighting up to be consumed by desire and lust accumulated by three years of abstinence. His kiss felt like cold water in an arid desert, his tongue briefly asked for permission and as soon as he got it, danced its way inside like a snake sliding into a rabbit hole, devouring and feeding, leaving only destruction in its wake. 

Panting and overwhelmed, you stared at each other for a long minute. Your knees shook, and Shinichiro had the quickness of mind to wrap his arm around your waist before you fell.

"God! Three years, (Y/N). You're a sadist." He chuckled against your feeble lips, pecking your heaving mouth as if he couldn’t stand to stay away from you for even a second, it warmed your heart, and both stayed there enjoying the closeness.

".... When?" You were the first to speak.

He grinned, mischievously.

“Are you free tomorrow?” He scoffed, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I work at the store tomorrow," you teased, and his smile turned wolfish. "That boss of yours is an ass." 

You agreed and he burst out laughing. "But seriously, Tomorrow is a good day to start."

“…. Start?”

He quirked a raven eyebrow. “Sure, get used to each other, and that kind of stuff. You didn't think we were a bunch of brutes, did you?” you shrugged embarrassed being caught and he snickered, “well, I’m a little offended..." he deadpanned, pretending to be hurt yet that sinful smirk gave him away, "...we want to spoil you first and then,” he held your stare, “then… we’ll stuff you good and eat you for Christmas."

That smirk on his face should have been warning enough....

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Yandere!Izana Kurokawa Soulmate AU

I would rlly appreciate feed back on this one!! I'm unsure if i made it big enough

MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR MENTION OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE

Everyone is born with a tattoo that they share with their soulmate. A one of a kind design that can never be replicated and can only be connected to one other soul on the planet.

Izana's is on his inner wrist. A delicate spider-lily with peacock feathers that wrap around. The intricate lines and colors are so expansive and vibrant.

As a child he'd often get compliments on it, but as he grew older he had started to resent his soul mark. All it represented was that someone out there had truly existed only for him and yet they were no where to be found.

More and more people left him as time went on and it just truly deepened the feeling of being utterly alone.

Sometimes at night he'd stroke the lines of the flower petals, maybe even kiss along the feathers. He could feel you through this connection, he could feel you kiss and stroke the lines back.

"I'm here," is what it would seem to say, "You're not alone, I feel you, I love you."

But there were days that the isolation was too much, that the loneliness just seemed to consume him whole. Izana would scratch at his mark, curse it and bite at it, hoping you'd feel that pain and know that your absence was killing him.

You not being there was the greatest sin you could ever commit and he wanted you to know it. To hurt like how he was hurting.

Eventually, it didn't matter if he stroked his wrist with loving softness or if he'd rake his blunt finger nails so roughly he'd start to bleed. You'd stop responding altogether.

Izana didn't understand how he'd manage to loose something he never really had to begin with. How he could possibly miss someone he never even knew.

Years went on. He'd become a monster of Tenjiku. A ruthless king and soulless tyrant that ruled over all his subjects with an iron fist. He bit back that bitter hole in his chest and would ignore that withered flower on his wrist. He didn't need you, or anyone.

The very topic of Soulmates and Soulmarks were forbidden. One mention of it would result in a trip to the ER or worse yet the morgue. Soulmates just made you weak.

Or so he thought when Kakucho had approached him one day, a wary and tense look in his eyes.

"B-boss?" he'd said carefully, "I... I think I found your soulmate?"

For one split second hope had flooded back into him, bringing an ugly vulnerability he thought he'd eliminated as a child. But he quickly smashed it back down. So what? You meant nothing. You should mean nothing.

"I don't think I asked you to butt in needlessly. Should I just burn your mark right off and teach you a lesson?"

Threats like that were worse than threatening someone's life, and Izana feels a quick thrill in him when he watches his loyal dog put a hand on his mark, a beautiful and vivid butterfly surrounded by swirls on his chest. Right over his heart. Pathetic.

"S-she's working at a cafe. I saw the flower on her wrist same as y-!"

The king is sending Kakucho flying before he can even finish that sentence. His fist connecting with his chin and repeating over and over again.

Working. Of course. You weren't looking for him. You just moved on as though he meant nothing to you. He didn't mean anything to anyone.

When he's done with using Kakucho like a personal punching bag, he's getting the information he really wants. Your location.

He doesn't need you or want you. But you belong to him. He owns you and you don't get to live a life without him anymore, pretending he doesn't exist.

Izana walks in like he owns the café. Like he's ready to just grab you and throw you over his shoulder like a bag of rice, but then his eyes meet yours and something ugly in his chest squeezes.

Your eyes? They're so hollow. Like all the light has been drained from them and you're just wearing a human skin. It's like looking at someone dead.

He sees the mark on your wrist and there is no doubt that its his exact match but the colors look so dull and faded. Like the soul bond was slowly withering away from it.

But he steels himself. He pushes all that nonsense that makes his heart feel soft away and moves towards you. You don't even flinch when he slams his fist down onto the counter, making sure his mark is in plain view. "Hello and welcome to Kitten's Coffee, how can I help you-""Don't fuck with me. You know why I'm here.""To tell me you hate me in person?"

What the fuck? What would make you say that? You felt how much his heart yearned for you all those years ago. How it drove him completely insane to not have you.

But he's watching the dull color in your eyes get wet with tears, and something is telling Izana that somewhere along the way a grave mistake had been made. "You rejected me." you spit at him, voice shaking with a quiet rage, "It didn't matter how much love I poured into our bond, you were angry with me. You hated me. Scratching and biting at our mark like you wanted it gone, like you wanted me dead." Izana tastes something so bitter on his tongue it makes his stomach revolt. "Y-you weren't there," he hisses, "I needed you and you never came for me." "You didn't look for me either. Do you think you were the only one suffering?"

Silence fills the space between you. And Izana feels weight after weight fill his chest. Every emotion he held back every feeling he tried to smother down coming up in uncontrollable waves.

His hand reaches out and takes your wrist, delicately, and he traces the lines of your matching tattoo. You thought it was rejection when all it was was a punishment. He just wanted you to know how much he missed you.

Tears are streaming down your face, your perfect beautiful face. And Izana really takes you all in. His soulmate, perfection incarnate, in front of him. Everything he never knew he wanted and needed finally in front of him.

He takes you then and there. Not bothering to worry about the stares of all those on lookers. Who cares what peasants think? He loves that you don't fight, you must know that he knows best. That he'll make this right.

Izana doesn't hold back, the minute you two are alone he makes sure to tell you everything. He tells you about how he was abandoned and alone, how the world without you was unbearable. The first and only time he will accept that he was wrong was about you.

"I should've never taken it out on my mark. You're right. I should've just came and found you."

And you? Your head is spinning from all the whiplash. One second you're making coffees for Karens and the next your Tenjiku's queen. And if you don't like it? Too fucking bad.

You're moving in the very next day, and Izana is already discussing plans for marriage and a family. "The ceremony is only a formality. I just want people to see us together."

Of course he takes into consideration what you want. He wants to know it all, favorite foods and movies and clothes. He just won't listen to you saying you want to leave.

It's an unspoken rule with a looming threat of drastic measures if you do. "I can't imagine what would happen if I ever lost you, Y/N. It'd be a real nightmare for everyone."

Anyone that looks at you funny? Is disposed of at once. Any body rude to you? Sent to the ER on a stretcher. Someone wants to question or deny a request of yours? Dead.

Oh, Your soul mark? Its lavished with love and affection. He makes sure to use very expensive and high end moisturizer on your skin but pays extra attention to your mark. Kissing it tenderly and whispering sweet nothings onto the design like he's telling your very heart.

You wished it didn't have such an intense affect on you. But after years of thinking you were rejected and hated to suddenly being so loved and adored had your poor head spinning. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll take care of everything."

[izanacore]

“casual” | manjiro sano x reader

chapter twenty-four 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: a no-strings-attached arrangement between a party girl and a frat boy turns messy when mikey falls first. but when (y/n) runs from love, she loses him for good—until fate brings them back together, years too late.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, fem!reader, emma sano, izana kurokawa, ken “draken” ryuguji

warnings: angst, heartbreak, fwb dynamics, explicit content, crack, fluff, jealousy, insecurities, themes of regret, alcohol use, violence, bullying, depression

notes: AFTER 2 MONTHS HOLY FUUUUU it’s actually just sitting on my notes app for months. the reason why i don’t publish it is because i haven’t proofread it. AND YK MEEE i don’t like publishing half ass stories :)) i hope this won’t feel like half ass tho 😭😭 anyway, welcome back casual mikey sano. i missed writing uu (this chapter is mainly abt izana). i suggest reading the chapters before this so you’ll be able to recall things from prev chaps but up to youuu

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chapter twenty-four

it was the night before their summer trip, and, well… y/n and mikey were doing their usual thing.

she was curled up on her vanity chair, legs tucked up as she scrolled through tiktok, while mikey sat behind her, carefully blow-drying her damp hair. freshly showered, skin warm and dewy.

these little moments—quiet and mundane—felt strangely precious to mikey. just him and y/n, in their own world. whatever this was, it had become a part of his routine. their routine.

and by routine, it meant y/n’s skincare session. living with her meant he didn’t have much of a choice—he had to adapt. he was pulled into her habits, her steps, her rules. and somehow, he didn’t really mind. not when it came with moments like this.

he turned off the dryer with a soft click, placing it back in the drawer beneath her vanity. then, leaning in, he went straight for a kiss.

“no,” y/n shifted away just in time, making him miss. “i told you—you can’t kiss me. we’re doing our skin care night.”

mikey huffed dramatically, lips still close. “can’t i just give my girlfriend a little kiss?”

y/n gave him a look—a mix of annoyance and flustered heat—and rolled her eyes. “i’m not your girlfriend.”

oh. right. the boyfriend-girlfriend talk from a few weeks ago. ever since mikey had that silly conversation with his dad, he hadn’t let it go. he’d been calling her his girlfriend ever since. it annoyed her. flustered her. made her blush every damn time. and he knew it. which was exactly why he kept doing it.

mikey stole a quick kiss anyway, brushing his lips against hers before she could dodge again.

y/n glared at him, pouting even as her cheeks turned a shade too pink.

mikey just grinned, eyes soft. she looked so damn cute like this.

the night went on in their usual rhythm—silly teasing, soft laughter, face masks smeared on their cheeks, and a netflix show playing in the background neither of them was really watching.

and by morning, they were up early, already packing for the trip.

“sooo… which one’s better?” y/n asked, holding up two swimsuits—one a sleek, sexy black one-piece, the other a striking red two-piece.

mikey was lounging on the bed, his back resting against the headboard, arms crossed as he watched her with a lazy grin. he had already finished packing—of course—and now it was just y/n, still deliberating over her last item.

“try them on first,” he said, biting his lip as his gaze shamelessly dropped to her legs.

y/n narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “i don’t like where this is heading.”

“c’mon,” mikey shrugged innocently, “how am i supposed to choose if i can’t see you in them?”

“unless you want emma scolding us for being late, i suggest we stop now.”

“so you admit you can’t resist me?” mikey teased, his smirk growing wider.

“don’t flatter yourself, sano,” she shot back with a grin, tossing both swimsuits into her suitcase. “i’ll just bring both.”

mikey pushed off the bed, stepping close until he was standing right in front of her. his hands found her waist, pulling her just a little closer. his eyes searched hers, glinting with mischief. y/n smirked too, placing her hands on his chest, not backing down.

he leaned in, lips almost brushing hers—

DING-DONG!!!

someone violently murdered the doorbell.

“fucking great,” mikey groaned, pulling back dramatically.

y/n laughed, brushing him off gently. “i’ll get the door. it’s probably them.”

she made her way to the entrance, and sure enough, an overly excited emma stood there, sunglasses on and two bags in hand, looking like a walking summer ad.

“omg!!! i’m so, so excited. i can finally feel the real summer. god, i shouldn’t have taken that summer class,” emma whined dramatically.

y/n couldn’t help but laugh. and just then, mikey appeared behind her, casually walking past them with a suitcase in one hand and a duffel in the other, heading toward the car.

“i thought we were using shin’s car?” mikey asked, eyeing the situation.

draken, already looking mildly stressed, muttered, “ask your sister.”

“uhm, so… i may or may not have brought two suitcases and—”

“those bags in your hands aren’t enough?” mikey deadpanned. “you packed like we’re leaving the country and not coming back.”

emma huffed. “well, i already rented a bigger car for us, so shut up!”

“you mean i rented the car last minute?” draken added dryly.

“it was my idea!” emma defended, chin high.

“thank you so much for the idea, ma’am,” draken said with dramatic sarcasm.

mikey just shook his head, loading their bags into the trunk.

the sound of a car door closing caught their attention, and izana stepped out from the driver’s seat.

“let me help you with that,” he offered.

“thanks,” mikey nodded, letting him take one of the bags.

“you’re driving?” mikey asked, making casual conversation as they worked.

“yeah. your sister said i should because i’m ‘the oldest,’” izana said, doing air quotes. “and i couldn’t exactly say no to the boss, right?”

mikey laughed under his breath.

but then… silence.

both brothers turned toward the front of the house, spotting emma and y/n standing frozen, expressions slightly stunned.

draken, completely unfazed, just leaned into the car, smoking like this was none of his business.

“what?” mikey asked, confused.

emma turned to y/n and muttered, “i shouldn’t have drank that much at mikey’s birthday party.”

“yeah,” y/n agreed under her breath.

soon enough, everyone started getting into the car—izana in the driver’s seat, draken in front, y/n slipping into the back. it was peaceful for about five seconds until—

“MIKEY!!!! I HATE YOU!!!” emma screeched. “you already had y/n all by yourself in your damn apartment, let me sit beside her!!!” she started yanking on mikey’s arm, trying to pull him out of the seat.

mikey, already seated beside y/n, dramatically slumped against her shoulder, clinging to her with his eyes shut. “shh.”

“you little troll—move!” emma tried pulling him out by the arm, but he clung harder to y/n.

draken sighed, rubbing his temple. “em, do you want to sit up here? we’ll even let you play your playlists.”

emma paused. visibly thinking.

“…fine,” she huffed. “but i’m playing all the summer anthems.”

draken got out of the passenger seat, and emma moved from the back to take his place. once they switched, everyone settled in.

“can i drive now?” izana asked, deadpan and exhausted already.

and with that, they were finally off—headed to the beach.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

emma was belting out summer hits like it was her personal concert, draken was quietly regretting his life choices, izana had both hands on the wheel like a responsible dad, mikey was leaning on y/n, and y/n was somewhere between laughing and filming it all for her memory.

they made a few chaotic stops along the way—took blurry group pics in front of scenic spots, raided a convenience store for snacks they definitely didn’t need, and bought matching sunglasses they’d probably forget at the beach house.

overall, it was chaotic, loud, and absolutely perfect.

and after hours of driving, they finally pulled up to y/n’s family’s beach house.

it was stunning. sun-drenched, spacious, and honestly? it looked like something out of a movie.

“this is sooo nice, y/n! oh my god!” emma beamed the moment they stepped inside the beach house, already heading off to explore every corner like she wasn’t even tired from the drive.

the boys followed in with the bags, mikey immediately kicking his flip-flops off like he owned the place.

there were only three rooms—one was clearly the master bedroom, the other was y/n’s old bedroom, and the last was a guest room. only two of the rooms could accommodate couples, so naturally, emma clung to draken and claimed the guest room for them. which left the master bedroom to mikey and y/n.

izana? well, he ended up in y/n’s bedroom. alone.

in the master bedroom, mikey was already tossing their bags onto the bed while y/n unpacked with her usual focus. “so technically… this is your parents’ room, right?” mikey asked, flopping down dramatically on the mattress.

“eh, not really,” she shrugged with a grin, bouncing lightly as she sat beside him. “this bed’s mine now. dad decided to give the whole place to me.”

mikey leaned in, eyes soft, smirk playing on his lips. “does that mean… i get to have you here?”

y/n cupped his cheeks, smile never fading. she nodded, “all yours.”

and just like that, their lips met. warm, eager. the kiss deepened quickly, sun pooling in golden ribbons through the window, lighting up her face. mikey pulled back for a second, just to admire her.

“god, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

y/n laughed, cheeks tinted with pink. “shut up,” she mumbled—but then he kissed her again, slower, deeper, like they had all the time in the world.

until—

BANG BANG BANG

“y/n!!! mikey!!! come have snacks!! i made something!!” emma’s voice rang out from behind the door.

mikey groaned, dropping his forehead to her shoulder. “i swear she does this on purpose.”

y/n was breathlessly laughing as she adjusted her top, slipping off the bed. mikey went to open the door, grumbling.

“were you born just to annoy the shit out of me?” he deadpanned at emma.

emma gasped, mock-offended. “aw, poor mikey. did you get cockblocked again?”

mikey shot her a glare and muttered something under his breath before walking off to where draken was. emma laughed so hard she wheezed, already skipping off to the kitchen. y/n followed shortly after, only to pause at the end of the hall.

her old bedroom door was cracked open.

curious, she gave a soft knock.

she knocked gently. “hey… why aren’t you downstairs?”

izana looked up, offering a small smile. “just needed a bit of rest. driving all the way here was kinda exhausting… especially when your sister acts like a pop-star the whole ride,” he chuckled softly.

y/n chuckled and sat beside him. “are you comfortable here? sorry if it’s messy…”

“no, it’s perfect. thanks for letting me in here.” he looked at her then, sincere. “really.”

she smiled shyly. “i figured emma wouldn’t sleep unless she’s glued to ken’s side, and well… i doubt you’d wanna room with mikey.”

“god, no.” they both laughed.

his eyes wandered around the room before landing on the small stand filled with beach photos from years ago. he walked over to it and picked one up. “these your parents?”

“mhm,” she nodded.

he glanced at her. “you stopped taking pictures when you got older?”

“yeah… after mom died, i didn’t really come back here. just didn’t feel like summer without her.”

“shit,” izana said quickly, “i’m so sorry—i didn’t mean to bring that up—”

“it’s okay,” she laughed at his panicked expression. “i didn’t really have time or people to come here with anyway. my dad’s abroad, and it’s just me...”

she glanced at him with a small, grateful smile. “but now you’re all here. so… thanks, izana. really. it means a lot.”

that made something in him pause. her words hit deeper than they probably should’ve. because for the first time in a while, someone made him feel like he belonged.

izana turned his attention back to the shelf, and one particular photo caught his eye—a small, framed picture of little y/n, crying hysterically with a giant fish beside her.

he grinned.

“you look adorable here. should i show this to mikey?”

y/n’s soul left her body. “don’t you dare—!” she lunged for the photo, but izana only laughed, holding it up just out of her reach.

“izana! give it back! i hate you!” she yelled, laughing as she chased him around the room.

but the universe had a wicked sense of timing.

y/n’s foot caught on the strap of izana’s bag. he stumbled backward, falling onto the bed—y/n crashing right on top of him.

the laughter died.

and they landed. her on top of him. breath caught. heart racing.

they didn’t move. didn’t even blink. the silence was charged. his hands were still on her waist. her face was inches from his. both of them too aware, too quiet.

“…y/n, are you—”

SLAM

“here…” emma barged in holding a plate of cookies—and froze.

izana shot up. y/n scrambled off him like the floor burned.

“give me that,” y/n muttered, snatching the photo from his hand like nothing happened.

he let her take it, still processing.

she brushed past emma and darted downstairs.

emma blinked, eyes following y/n, then slowly turned back to izana, still half-sprawled on the bed.

“…sooo. do you want some cookies?”

izana, who looked like he’d just had an out-of-body experience, nodded silently.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

the sun had begun its slow descent, casting gold across the waves and streaking the sky in orange and pink. it was late in the afternoon now, that golden stretch between three and four when the sun started to dip but hadn’t quite begun to set—and if y/n had to describe the day so far in one word, it’d be: chaotic.

the beach house opened straight out to the sand, and the pool was just a few steps away. draken was already down by the water, standing with his hands in his pockets, letting the breeze mess up his hair. emma, ever the diva, had claimed one of the lounge chairs near the pool, sunglasses on, drink in hand, fully committed to sunbathing.

meanwhile, y/n was in the middle of wrestling mikey into sitting still.

“stop moving! i need to put sunscreen on you!” she hissed, squeezing another glob into her palm while mikey squirmed away like a kid.

“y/nnn, the sun’s already going down!” he whined. “why do i still need this? we’re practically in the shade!”

y/n rolled her eyes. “yeah, and you’ll still burn, dumbass. now shut up and stay still.”

living with mikey meant learning a lot of things. like the fact that he may be a gang leader, but deep down? he was just a dramatic, stubborn child in desperate need of supervision.

“there,” she said triumphantly, rubbing the last bit of sunscreen onto his face. “now get out of my sight.”

mikey didn’t need to be told twice. he took off, sprinting toward the beach where draken waited.

behind her, emma let out a sigh.

“you need to stop babying my brother. seriously. he’ll never grow up at this rate. just look at him.”

y/n sat down beside her, laughing softly. “it’s fine. i don’t mind. besides… i kinda like seeing this side of him.”

emma glanced at her over her sunglasses, but didn’t say anything.

just then, izana joined them, plopping onto the lounge chair near emma’s feet. “what’s going on? weren’t you two gonna swim?”

“this is the only time i’ll be apart from mikey this entire vacation,” emma said dramatically. “i’m savoring the silence.”

izana chuckled.

“what about you?” izana asked, turning his attention to yn. “you don’t like the sea?”

“not really. i’ve never been a fan. i prefer the pool,” she said, watching the waves crash in the distance.

“babes,” emma said suddenly, turning to y/n. “question.”

“hm?”

“so like… i saw a bunch of people setting up beside the beach house. is that a public party?”

“ah, yeah,” yn said. “i was actually gonna ask if you all wanted to go later tonight—”

“omg, yes!!” emma cut her off, already too excited.

izana just laughed under his breath, shaking his head. y/n grinned and stood up.

“i’m gonna dip in the pool for a bit. see you guys later.”

both siblings nodded, watching her go. once she disappeared into the water, izana stood up as well.

he didn’t say anything, just quietly headed toward the house to change and join y/n in the pool. still, there was a knot in his chest he couldn’t shake. he didn’t want things to stay awkward—not after what happened between them at the mall—or at her childhood bedroom. she was important to him. a friend. someone who felt like home in a way nothing else did.

he just wanted to spend time with her again.

but when he came back out, that quiet hope collapsed in on itself.

there she was—already in the pool. and so was mikey.

they weren’t just swimming. they were laughing. close. too close. mikey’s hand rested easily on her waist, their bodies half-draped against each other in the water. and before izana could turn away, he saw it—mikey leaned in and stole a kiss from her lips.

izana stopped breathing.

he stood there for a second too long before pulling himself together. whatever flickered in his chest—whatever ache that was—he buried it fast. the last thing he needed was for anyone to notice. especially emma.

so he walked over to her, sat back down quietly, and stared out at the sea. didn’t say a word.

emma suddenly spoke—didn’t even turn her head. “you like her, don’t you?”

izana froze. “what?”

“i’m not blind, you idiot,” she said, sipping her drink. “and i know both you and mikey better than anyone. don’t insult me.”

izana looked away. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

emma smirked. “when did it start?”

“it didn’t.”

izana’s reply came too fast, his tone a little too flat.

she gave him a look. “you’re really gonna lie to my face?”

he didn’t answer, just leaned back slightly.

emma crossed her arms, one brow slowly lifting.

he sighed, annoyed—at her, at himself, maybe both. “i didn’t… feel anything like that.”

he stayed silent for a moment, then let out a quiet breath—because of course he couldn’t hold out against emma. not when she was looking at him like that.

emma waited. “so?”

izana hesitated.

“well… maybe it started when you used to talk about her to me on the phone. back when i was away,” he admitted, voice low. “you’d go on about how kind she was, what she was like as a person.”

he paused, eyes distant.

“or when you’d send me pictures of you with her. i didn’t even think much of it back then. i just… liked looking at her—or hearing her name.”

his lips curled into a faint, fake chuckle. “kind of your fault, really. you only ever talked about y/n.”

his fingers toyed with the hem of his shorts.

“…or maybe it was the night i saw her at the park. she was by herself. that was the first time i saw her in person… the night i had just gotten back.”

“ohhh, so that’s why you two seemed a little too familiar when you met,” emma said, narrowing her eyes. “you’d already seen her in person before i introduced you.”

izana nodded. his voice trailed off.

“so yeah… i don’t know,” he said quietly. “it just… happened.”

he laughed under his breath. “fuck, i sound so cheesy, don’t i?”

emma nodded. “a little bit.”

they both looked over at the pool.

mikey had pulled y/n closer, whispering something that made her laugh. again. and again. as if he was the only one in the world allowed to make her laugh like that.

emma’s voice was softer now. “but mikey was already there.”

izana’s smile faltered.

“yeah,” he whispered. “and i couldn’t do that to him. not again. not after everything. he’s finally smiling like he used to. he’s finally healing.”

he swallowed hard.

“i’m not gonna be the reason he falls apart again.”

emma nodded. they sat in silence for a long time, listening to the waves, the laughter, the distant sound of something slipping out of reach.

chapter twenty-three | chapter twenty-five

[mysouleaten]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀…

summary ... izana's like a stray cat in the first few months of your relationship but hopefully he will become a lovable house cat..

warnings ... light angst, hurt/comfort, and izana is his own warning

inspired by this lovely post that broke my heart!

the first time izana ghosted you into your first month in the relationship had been hard for you

worrying about him, texting him, calling him, you'd even asked kakucho how izana had been doing

but all the texting had been left on read and all calls being ignored and even sometimes declined, it hurt the first couple of times but eventually it became an almost normal routine

your last text to izana was today at 8:54pm

you saw izana read it but once again decided to not respond, usually, this would drive you up the wall and make you text, and call repeatedly but seeing it not going anywhere you started to text every two hours or so to make sure he was well and alive

if you were lucky enough during the ghosting period kakucho would text you that izana is doing well and he might even stop by

you let out a disappointed sigh and dropped your phone on the bed, getting up to walk into the kitchen to grab some water for yourself before continuing into the living room

sitting down on your couch and turning on the tv for something to entertain you before going to bed early

maybe around 9:21pm you heard loud knocking on the front door

your heart quickened, already knowing who was on the other side of the door waiting to be let inside

rushing to turn the doorknob and letting an exhausted izana fall right into your arms, he wrapped his arms around your lower back and pressed himself tightly against you

squishing his face between your shoulder and neck and letting a relieved sigh escape onto your skin

"im sorry.. i won't leave again.." he mumbled into your shoulder

liar, you knew that was a lie, he knew it was a lie....but you couldn't let yourself be bothered by it anymore you were just happy he was in your arms again, warm and safe

"izana you really are like a stray cat, y'know?" you stated

you could feel izana scoff and he leaned his head back to look at you in the eyes "are you comparing me to a cat again? you're so weird, love.."

chuckling and leaned your face slightly towards him, indicating you wanted a kiss from him and thankfully he complied and initiated the kiss

it was soft and gentle, with so much love hidden away..

moving your hands slowly around the back of his neck, izana too tightened his hold on your waist, he pulled back from the kiss moving his head to kiss your cheek softly, before laying his forehead against your shoulder again

both of you enjoying the company of each other

but you had to soak it up more, enjoy it more, because you knew izana would again leave you in the apartment without any knowledge of when you would see him again...

an ... yooooo umm haven't posted anything in a while so, here have this for the time being lmao :D

taglist??? @kazutora-kurokawa

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Okay, hear me out. I can't stop thinking about how hard it would be trying to surprise Izana. So I needed to write something about it!

Headcanon + a little drabble of Izana x gn!reader.

Warnings: it's Izana so... Yandere tendencies (I mean, it's kinda canon that he's possessive as fuck xD)

English is not my first language, be kind please 🙈

HEADCANON:

Usually, you don't mind how clingy Izana can be.

You love spending time with your boyfriend, so even if he can be a little or a lot overprotective and possessive you're okay with it.

Except, when you want to give him a surprise.

Buying a present for Izana in secret it's almost an impossible mission.

Even if you manage to go shopping alone (how? Who knows), he would make some Tenjiku member follow you around.

Well, he would make Kakucho follow you around. He doesn't trust anyone else with you.

Luckily for you, Kakucho realizes what you're doing and ends up helping you to choose the perfect present for Izana (really, Kakucho have too much patient with his king, he deserves the world).

After that, you always ask for Kakucho's help when you are planning any type of surprise for your boyfriend.

Izana wasn't happy.

At all.

He was planning on spending the afternoon with you, cuddleling together. But, apparently, you didn't have time for him.

How dared you? Izana was your boyfriend, why on Earth he couldn't be resting on your lap right now?

So, of course, Izana was raging.

After beating up a few idiots that had the bad luck of existing "too loudly", he was venting to Kakucho.

"I don't get it! What could be more important for them than me, exactly? They are mine!"

Kakucho just sighed, completly used to Izana's tantrums at this point.

"Izana, today is 13th of February."

The scarred boy replied calmly, hoping his king would take the hint.

"So?"

"That means tomorrow is Valentine's Day."

Oh.

Oh.

Just like that, Izana's wrath disappeared completly. A soft smile on his face.

His gang could breathe again.

[mulletmitsuya]

Sano Groupchat (and closely affiliated)

Warnings: swearing, suggestive, the word necrophilia is mentioned twice, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of drugging, also a "description" of a penis (it's not what it sounds like i swear)

Side note: i've realized that my warnings without context, make me look like a crazy person so please bear with me 😔🙏

Desc: Mikey gets kidnapped by a crazy fan and so forth (i'm so bad at these, might remove them 💀)

Shinichiro: Mikey, we're glad to have you back. i'll release a statement saying you need to recover from the traumatizing situation you've just been through. just rest up okay?

Emma: yeah, we're here if you need anything :((

Izana: you're alive, so

Emma: Izana ☹️

Izana: ...

Izana: we are here to support you through difficult times

Izana: as your "siblings" 🙂

Shinichiro: what are the quotation marks for bud 😞✊?

Izana: my hand slipped

Shinichiro: oh okay then!

Mikey: guys

Shinichiro: Draken, how's the arrest going?

Draken: the girls trial is in a few weeks from now and she can't afford bail so she's locked up

Mikey: guys it's not that deep

Mikey: like, it's not as big of a deal as you're making it out to be

Izana: see? he's fine

Emma: YOU WERE MISSING FOR 2 WEEKS

Emma: YOU WERE LITERALLY KIDNAPPED BY A CRAZY FAN. IT'S A BIG DEAL

Mikey: but they didn't hurt me?? they made all my favourite snacks and food and tucked me into bed every night. which maybe was a little weird but i still liked it. i had a very good time actually. so why are we arresting her? she's chill fr

Draken: that's all she did?

Baji: how do you know she didn't drug you in your sleep and do things to you 🤨

Mikey: bro?

Shinichiro: Keisuke, that's a very sensitive topic for some people, so let's not say it so casually okay?

Baji: what?

Baji: is it a long shot to say Mikey was touched or something?

Baji: i mean, what other motives did she have

Baji: and you guys saw her tweets right? she's obsessed with you

Baji: wasn't she the one who calculated the circumference, length, girth and colour of your penis??

Draken: no that's another one

Baji: nvm

Baji: that was Haruchiyo

Haruchiyo: fuck off

Mikey: Baji we literally go to onsens together with Haruchiyo. you've all seen my penis 😐

Baji: hard and soft are two different things

Baji: you pervert

Haruchiyo: it wasn't me, what the fuck?

Haruchiyo: i'm too famous to be risking my reputation like that

Haruchiyo: i'd need a burner account no one could access, which i don't have

Haruchiyo: so no Baji, i don't have a Mikey fanpage

Haruchiyo: that would be crazy and weird and bordeline insane

Baji: i didn't say any of that?

Baji: and you are all 3 of those things🤨

Mikey: well whatever cause everyone was wrong. it's small

Mikey: you know what it's not even small. it's average for my size, actually

Mikey: i mean i'm 5'3 yk. what did people expect

Mikey: like, it would look weird if i had a big one

Mikey: it would be disproportionate to have a big one

Mikey: i see people saying "i know it's big😍" or stuff like "i wanna gag on it"

Emma: gross

Emma: why are you telling us this 😟

Mikey: which i find really flattering

Draken: flattering isn't the word i'd use

Mikey: yeah thats cause you're a fucking prude, Ken-chin

Draken: it's cause i have a wife, jackass

Emma: 😊❤

Mikey: but seriously it wouldn't make sense for me to have a big penis

Baji: excuses excuses 🙄

Mikey: my penis is fine

Baji: they gave you dick dysmorphia

Mikey: whatever it's not like i'll use it anyway

Baji: bottom?

Mikey: i just don't like sex 😐

Izana: are we here to listen to Mikey talk about his small dick or what

Shinichiro: yeah maybe we should... not

Mikey: well, yours is skinny so whatever

Shinichiro: no it's not 😕

Shinichiro: i've had many people compliment me for my size, actually

Izana: "many"

Izana: "people"

Mikey: we know it's not girls, just say you fuck men (Wakasa) dude

Baji: no girl wants you bro

Baji: (isn't it Takeomi?)

Mikey: (Takeomi is violently homophobic)

Baji: (oh yeah)

Haruchiyo: what are you guys doing

Mikey: (whispering)

Haruchiyo: you guys are texting

Haruchiyo: we can all see this

Haruchiyo: are you fucking dumb

Haruchiyo: not you, Mikey

Mikey: thanks Haru 😋

Baji: he was doing it too???

Baji: i get why Takeomi was homophobic 😒

Baji: (when are you going to address his crush on you, Mikey)

Mikey: (it's not a crush, you ever heard of bff's, Keisuke🙄?)

Baji: (that's like saying me and Kazutora are bff's)

Mikey: (you are?)

Baji: (i'm in love with him)

Mikey: (oh yeah)

Mikey: (but Haru isn't in love with me)

Baji: (he probably creams his pants when you use that nickname)

Haruchiyo: i can see this

Haruchiyo: you aren't "whispering"

Haruchiyo: IT'S A FUCKING GROUPCHAT

Draken: does this matter?

Draken: we were talking about the fact that Mikey was kidnapped

Draken: Baji is right, something really bad could have happened if they have you longer

Draken: along with the statement, we need to talk to your fans man

Draken: this is a line crossed

Baji: no shit

Baji: also, why didn't you, i don't know, fight back and escape or something?

Mikey: i didn't want to hit a girl 😔

Mikey: like i said, i enjoyed my time there

Mikey: knew you guys would find me eventually so it was like, a side quest

Draken: of course you'd call a kidnapping a side quest

Emma: how'd she even kidnap you?

Mikey: she saw me at a convenience store and they'd run out of my favourite sweeties

Mikey: and i was whining about it to the cashier, so i guess she overheard

Mikey: and she said she had some in her car

Mikey: so i go there with her

Mikey: then she asked for an autograph

Mikey: then i'm pretty sure she drugged me with chloroform or something cause i was out

Emma: chloroform isn't like the movies. it takes a while to knock someone out, so that's not really likely unless you stood there and took it

Mikey: ...

Mikey: ok fine, do you want me to say i fell asleep in her car? huh?

Mikey: cause that's what i did

Izana: it's like you *want* to die or something

Izana: nvm

Baji: are you stupid or something

Draken: Mikey

Draken: you are 25 years old

Draken: and you're telling me

Draken: that you fell for the "hi kid, want some candy?" trick

Draken: are you fucking serious

Shinichiro: Mikey...

Shinichiro: you could have gone to another store 🙁

Shinichiro: i almost lost you

Shinichiro: because of jellybeans? really?

Mikey: they're my favourite sweet okay ☹️

Mikey: and i was lazy and tired

Mikey: hence, falling asleep

Baji: he has to have necrophilia or something

Shinichiro: i don't think that's the word buddy

zana: "necrophilia"

Izana: didn't you graduate?

Baji: working on it 💪

Izana: ah alright

Izana: what's your IQ?

Baji: below average

Mikey: Baji, don't tell people that ☠️

Izana: ...

Izana: wow he actually answered me

Emma: *sigh*

Draken: what's the point of tying out your physical actions

Emma: shut up a little babe

Draken: ok

Emma: what Baji meant, was necormancy

Draken: that's incorrect, babe

Emma: omg can we just wrap this up

Izana: both of you are wrong 💀

Izana: what is wrong with you people

Izana: necrophilia= sexual attraction to a dead body

Izana: necormancy= communication with dead people

Izana: narcolepsy= condition characterized by an extreme tendency to sleep

Izana: i'm assuming you guys meant to say the third one, for Mikey

Izana: holy shit

Emma: no need to be mean about it 😒

Baji: i'll add those to my "new words" list

Mikey: maybe i do have that

Mikey: i do fall asleep in very odd places

Emma: you know what we can talk about this tommorow. time out

*only admins can send messages*

[missmadella]

"How They React to You Getting Along With Their Rival" //Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Hanma, Wakasa, Mitsuya, Izana, Kakucho, Chifuyu

Synopsis: You never meant to stir tension — a smile here, a shared joke there. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe it wasn't. But in their world — where loyalty is life, and trust is earned through blood and scars — nothing ever goes unnoticed. You're theirs. At least, that's what they believe. So when they catch you getting too close to someone they once fought, someone they never fully forgave, something in them shifts. Jealousy creeps in — protective, possessive, sometimes quiet and aching… sometimes loud and dangerous.

CW: Protective/Possessive Behavior, Implied Past Violence / Gang Conflict, Mentions of Rivalries / Tension Between Characters, Emotional Dependency or Insecurity (Mild Angst), Light Intimacy / Kissing

Mikey (Manjiro Sano):

It was another seemingly normal day in Toman. The sun was shining high above as you stood next to your boyfriend — and the leader of the gang — Sano Manjiro, or Mikey, as everyone called him.

His arm was wrapped securely around your waist, his head resting lazily on your shoulder as he watched the approaching enemy gang with that same unreadable calm he was known for. Draped over your shoulders was his black Toman jacket, a silent claim for everyone to see. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud. But he was your boyfriend, after all.

“You ready, baby?” he murmured, voice low against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke.

“Of course,” you replied, a confident smile playing on your lips. You were ready to fight — to protect your family, no matter the cost.

As the others around you cracked their knuckles and readied themselves, you let your eyes drift over the battlefield. But your gaze halted when it landed on two familiar faces lounging casually on the sidelines, clearly here to spectate.

You hadn’t seen them in a while — but there they were. With a wide grin, you made eye contact.

A matching smirk tugged at their lips as they recognized you.

Taking a light step forward, you waved at them cheerfully, calling out, “Hey, Ran, Rinnie!”

You flashed a dazzling smile in their direction, the kind that made people stop and stare. And it did — Toman members exchanged confused glances, unsure why you were suddenly so friendly with the notorious Haitani brothers.

“Hey, princess,” they called back in sync, Ran’s voice smooth as always. Rindou even lifted his hand in a lazy wave, grinning.

Behind you, Mikey had gone completely still.

His dark eyes stayed locked on your glowing expression, watching how you lit up for them — not for him. The ease in your voice. The soft laughter. The attention you gave away so freely.

Without a word, his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest in one swift, effortless motion. You blinked, caught off guard, as he rested his chin on your shoulder again — this time, a bit more firmly.

You didn’t see it, but Mikey shot a cold, warning glare at the Haitani brothers, a dark promise behind his eyes.

They noticed.

Ran just chuckled under his breath, nudging Rindou. “Looks like we poked the dragon.”

Rindou smirked but kept his gaze on you. “Worth it.”

You shifted slightly, feeling Mikey’s arms still locked tightly around you. His grip was a little too firm now, his chin heavy against your shoulder — no longer lazy, but grounding. Holding.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to glance back at him. “You okay?”

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze was still fixed in the distance, jaw tight, eyes hard. You followed his line of sight and realized — he hadn’t stopped staring at the Haitani brothers.

“Mikey…” you started, brows furrowing.

He finally looked at you, and something about his expression made your breath hitch. The usual calm in his eyes was replaced by something darker — possessiveness mixed with frustration. The kind of look Mikey wore right before he snapped.

“You looked real happy to see them,” he said quietly.

“They’re just friends,” you said, confused at first — then suddenly realizing where this was coming from.

He leaned in closer, voice dropping. “That smile? That wave? You don’t even look at me like that sometimes.”

Your heart skipped. “I didn’t mean—Mikey, I was just—”

He didn’t let you finish. His hand reached up, fingers tangling gently in your hair as he tilted your head toward him, eyes never leaving yours. The battlefield around you faded — the murmurs of Toman, the Haitanis watching, the tension — all of it disappeared the second his lips crashed into yours.

It wasn’t a soft kiss. It was deep, deliberate, and possessive.

His hand slipped from your waist to your lower back, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you like he wanted to remind everyone — especially the Haitani brothers — exactly who you belonged to.

Your hands instinctively clutched at the front of his jacket, anchoring yourself to him as his mouth moved over yours, all fire and frustration and unspoken emotion.

When he finally pulled back, just a breath away, his voice was low and firm. “You don’t smile at them like that again.”

You blinked, dazed, heart racing. “O-Okay.”

His eyes softened slightly at your breathless reply. He pressed his forehead against yours, finally letting out a quiet sigh — the storm in his chest calming just a little now that he’d made his point.

“You’re mine,” he whispered.

“I’ve always been,” you whispered back.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

The neon lights of Roppongi buzzed above your head, painting the wet streets with violet and gold. Rain had just fallen, leaving everything slick — including the rooftop you now stood on, beside your lover, Haruchiyo Sanzu.

He stood at the edge, cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes distant as he surveyed the city below. In the dark silence, the only sounds were the low hum of distant sirens and the wind rushing past.

You leaned against the ledge beside him, silent for a moment.

“Another deal gone right?” you asked softly, trying to draw him back.

He didn’t look at you, just blew smoke into the night. “For now.”

There was something sharp in his tone — like glass on skin. You could tell his mood was off. You didn’t know why. Not yet.

That changed when the rooftop door swung open behind you with a click.

Your breath hitched when you turned to see someone familiar — a man you'd known before Bonten, back when your world was simpler. He walked with ease, eyes finding yours instantly. There was history there. Not romantic, but Sanzu had always hated him.

"Didn't think I'd see you here," he said smoothly, grinning.

You smiled politely. “Neither did I.”

He stepped closer. Too close.

You didn’t notice the way Sanzu had turned, cigarette now forgotten, fingers twitching at his side. His eyes followed every movement like a predator waiting for a reason.

The man leaned in a little more, voice lower now. “You look good. Guess Bonten’s got perks.”

You laughed lightly, trying to keep it casual. “I survive.”

Behind you, you heard Sanzu’s voice — calm, but cold enough to burn.

“Back off.”

Your smile froze.

The man raised an eyebrow. “Relax. We’re just talking.”

“I said. Back. Off.” Sanzu’s footsteps echoed as he approached, slow and steady — the warning in each step louder than any shout.

The rival clicked his tongue and walked away, muttering something under his breath. You turned to Sanzu, ready to stop him if he lunged.

But he didn’t lunge. He just grabbed your wrist and dragged you across the rooftop — not roughly, but with intent. Possession.

“Sanzu—” you tried, but he didn’t let you speak. He shoved open the rooftop stairwell door, pulled you inside, and slammed it behind him.

Now you were alone. The dim emergency lights flickered down the stairwell.

He turned on you.

“You smiling at him?” His voice was low, feral. “Laughing with him?”

You swallowed, backing slightly into the wall. “I didn’t mean anything by it—”

“That’s not the point!” His fist slammed into the wall beside your head, not touching you, but enough to make you flinch. “You don’t look at anyone like that. Not him. Not anyone. Not unless you want me to snap.”

You stared at him — the flush on his cheeks, the frantic look in his eyes. The way his breathing was uneven. This wasn’t just anger.

It was fear.

Fear of losing you.

“Sanzu,” you said gently, reaching for his face. He twitched but didn’t pull away. “I’m yours. You know that.”

He stared at you for a second. Then grabbed your waist and crashed his mouth against yours.

The kiss was messy, desperate, teeth and tongue and frustration. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp. He kissed like he was trying to erase any trace of the other man — like he needed to mark you again.

When he pulled back, lips swollen, he rested his forehead against yours, still panting.

“You’re mine,” he whispered hoarsely. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered back without hesitation, letting your fingers curl into the fabric of his Bonten jacket. “Only yours.”

His grip on you tightened, like he didn’t believe the world wouldn’t try to take you from him the second he let go.

“Good,” he murmured, lips brushing yours again. “Because if anyone touches you again, I won’t just kill them. I’ll make them disappear.”

You didn’t doubt it.

You didn’t need to.

Because no matter how dark Sanzu got — no matter how unhinged, jealous, or broken — his madness was always laced with something else.

Love.

Dangerous, possessive, terrifying love.

And it was all yours.

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Ran Haitani:

The Bonten lounge buzzed with low conversation, cigarette smoke curling through the golden lights. You leaned against the bar, chatting animatedly with none other than Mitsuya Takashi — a familiar, calm presence from your days with Toman. He’d stopped by with Draken to settle something minor with Mikey, and naturally, you'd gravitated toward him.

Old friends. Nothing more.

You laughed at something Mitsuya said, gently touching his arm out of habit, and his warm smile widened.

You didn’t see the sharp eyes watching you from across the room.

Ran Haitani sat slouched on a velvet couch, long legs crossed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass lazily. His braid hung over his shoulder, the faintest smirk on his lips — but his eyes?

Cold. Hard.

Unamused.

He’d been watching you for the last ten minutes. Watching the way you smiled at Mitsuya. How close you leaned in. The casual touch on the arm.

Ran could excuse a lot of things — but another man making you laugh like that? Standing that close to you? Nah. Not happening.

He downed the rest of his drink in one smooth gulp and stood.

You didn’t even notice him approaching until his arm was snaking around your waist.

“Having fun?” he murmured, lips near your ear, his voice low and sugar-slick — but with a sharp edge that wasn’t there before.

You stiffened slightly. “Oh. Hey, Ran. Mitsuya just stopped by—”

“Yeah, I saw.” He smiled — a slow, empty smile that didn’t reach his eyes — and turned his gaze to Mitsuya. “Good to see you again, man.”

Mitsuya, cool as ever, nodded politely. “Same here. I’ll catch you around,” he said to you, clearly sensing the sudden shift in mood.

You gave a small wave as he walked off, but Ran’s hand tightened around your waist before you could say anything else.

He didn’t say a word as he guided you — dragged you — out of the lounge and down the hall toward one of the quieter rooms. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, even if he still wore that deceptively smooth expression.

The door shut behind you with a soft click.

You turned to speak, but he cut you off — not with words.

With a kiss.

Hot. Deep. Possessive.

His hand tangled in your hair as he pressed you against the wall, his other hand gripping your waist like he was trying to remind you who you belonged to. You gasped into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt as he leaned his full weight into you.

When he finally pulled back, his lips hovered just above yours, his eyes half-lidded but blazing.

“You looked real cozy with him,” he muttered. “Didn’t like that.”

“Ran…” you whispered, breathless. “It was nothing.”

He scoffed softly, leaning in again to brush your jaw with his lips, voice low and dangerous. “You don’t laugh with him like that. You don’t touch him like that.”

He moved his lips to your ear, biting just enough to make you shiver.

“That’s mine,” he growled, dragging a finger from your cheek to your lips. “You’re mine.”

“I am,” you said quickly, heart pounding. “I only ever was.”

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes — like he was trying to read the truth on your face. When he saw it there, the tightness in his jaw eased, but only a little.

“Good.” His voice was quieter now. “’Cause I don’t share. Ever.”

And then he kissed you again, slower this time — but no less intense. It wasn’t just jealousy anymore.

It was reassurance, claim, and want. All tangled into one.

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Rindou Haitani:

The low bass of the music pulsed through the club, deep and rhythmic, as blue and purple lights flickered across the floor. Bonten had taken over the VIP section, as always, but tonight felt different — relaxed, casual, almost like the calm before a storm.

You were leaned against the booth, a drink in hand, chatting with Mitsuya Takashi, who’d come by to settle something on behalf of an ally group. It was easy with Mitsuya — always had been. He was kind, composed, and easy to talk to.

You laughed at something he said, just loud enough to catch a few curious glances from nearby tables. Your smile lingered, and you didn’t notice how long you’d been talking.

But someone did.

Rindou watched from the other end of the lounge, sipping his drink in silence. His jaw tightened every time you laughed. Every time Mitsuya leaned just a little closer. Every time you let him.

He didn’t make a scene. Not yet. But his fingers tapped an uneven rhythm against the glass in his hand — a silent warning that his patience was thinning.

Ran glanced at him from the side, raising an eyebrow.

“You good?” he asked.

Rindou didn’t answer. His eyes were still locked on you.

And then Mitsuya touched your arm.

That was it.

Rindou stood up.

You didn’t notice him until he was right behind you, his hand suddenly curling around your wrist as he leaned down to speak close to your ear — voice low and calm, but sharp as broken glass.

“We’re leaving.”

You blinked, startled. “Rin—”

He didn’t wait. He was already guiding you through the crowd with a firm grip, not forceful, but absolute. You didn’t resist. You could feel the jealousy radiating off him — quiet and deadly, the kind that made your skin buzz with tension.

He led you to a back hallway, dimly lit and far from the music. The second the door closed behind you, he turned, pushing you gently but firmly against the wall.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, voice tight.

You looked up at him, heart skipping. “It was just Mitsuya—”

“I know who it was,” he snapped. “I watched him flirt with you for ten minutes. And you just stood there. Smiling. Laughing.”

His hand came up to your face, fingers brushing your cheek in contrast to his tone.

“You think I’m just gonna stand there and let some guy look at you like that?” he whispered. “Touch you like that?”

“He wasn’t flirting,” you said quietly. “But even if he was… I don’t want him. I want you.”

He stared at you for a long second. You saw the internal war behind his eyes — anger and jealousy colliding with how much he needed to believe you.

And then he kissed you.

Hard.

There was no hesitation, no teasing. Just raw, possessive need. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you in so tightly there was no space between your bodies. He kissed like he wanted to brand you, to drown out everything but him — your breath, your heartbeat, your focus.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were flushed and his voice was lower.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say you’re mine.”

You exhaled, lips brushing his. “I’m yours.”

“Only mine.”

“Only yours.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. “I can’t watch someone else touch you like that again. I’ll lose it.”

“You don’t need to,” you said softly, brushing his cheek. “You already have me.”

His arms wrapped tighter around you, and this time, when he kissed you — it was slower. Fierce, but full of need.

Not just to claim you.

But to keep you.

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Hanma Shuji:

The streets were quieter now.

It was the kind of Tokyo night that felt too still — like the city itself had fallen asleep under all the weight of the past.

You leaned against a rusted railing outside an old arcade, the glow of neon signs flickering across your face. You lit a cigarette, staring out across the pavement — mind fogged, heart quiet.

“Y/N?”

You turned.

Takemichi.

He looked older. Tired. That same messy hair and wide-eyed softness, but time had carved its marks into him. Maybe it had done the same to you.

He stepped closer, cautiously.

“…You disappeared after the Toman fallout.”

You exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “Yeah. That was kind of the point.”

“I tried to find you,” he said, voice hoarse. “Nobody knew where you went. Then I heard rumors about Hanma…”

You smirked without humor. “Of course you did.”

Takemichi flinched. “Y/N… what happened to you?”

The words hit harder than they should’ve. You looked away.

He kept going.

“You were one of us. You believed in Mikey, in what we were building. You had a future. What the hell are you doing with him?”

There it was. That judgment hidden in worry.

That hope.

Like you were something broken he could fix.

You took another drag and looked at him, eyes sharp. “You think I don’t ask myself that sometimes?”

“Then why stay?”

You paused — and for a moment, the past flickered behind your eyes. Blood. Betrayal. Loss. Toman had burned from the inside out, and the people who stayed behind were the ones who weren’t afraid of the flames.

“Because he’s the only one who never lied to me,” you finally said. “Hanma never pretended the world was something it’s not.”

Takemichi looked heartbroken. “He’s dangerous.”

“So was everyone we trusted.”

A new voice sliced through the air like a knife.

“Well, this is nostalgic.”

You stiffened.

Hanma Shuji strolled up with that same lanky gait and wicked grin — all dark clothes and darker intentions. He slung an arm around your shoulders like it was natural, like it belonged there.

Takemichi’s expression twisted. “Why her, Hanma?”

Hanma laughed. “Why not?”

“She was good.”

Hanma’s eyes narrowed just slightly. The smile didn’t drop — but it sharpened.

“Still is,” he said, brushing his lips against your temple. “Just not your definition of it.”

Takemichi stepped forward. “You’re dragging her into your mess.”

“No,” you cut in, voice cold. “I chose this.”

“But—”

“I chose him, Takemichi.”

Hanma’s fingers tightened on your waist — not possessive in the showy way, but like an anchor. Like a reminder: You’re not going anywhere.

Takemichi looked at you like he didn’t recognize who you were anymore.

You almost laughed. Because maybe he didn’t. And maybe that was the point.

“I tried to protect you back then,” he whispered. “And now I don’t even know how to reach you.”

You smiled, just a little.

“Maybe I don’t want to be reached.”

Hanma chuckled low against your ear. “Atta girl.”

And Takemichi? He didn’t say anything else.

He just walked away — shoulders heavy with guilt, with history, with all the pieces he couldn’t save.

You stood there, quiet, as Hanma took the cigarette from your hand and smoked it like it was his.

“You okay?” he asked.

“No.”

“Good.” He kissed your cheek. “I’d worry if you were.”

Takemichi disappeared into the night, swallowed up by the city’s quiet hum.

For a few seconds, you and Hanma just stood there, watching the empty street like it might say something. The cigarette burned low between his fingers, and the tension that had built during the conversation was still crackling in the air between you.

Then Hanma turned to you slowly — really looked at you. His eyes were dark and unreadable, glittering with something twisted and intense.

“You let him get under your skin.”

You met his gaze, jaw set. “I didn’t say anything he didn’t need to hear.”

“No,” Hanma said with a half-smirk, flicking the cigarette to the ground. “But you still let him talk to you like he could’ve had you.”

He stepped closer, the sound of his boots low and deliberate. “Like he still thinks he can save you. Like he sees you as something breakable.”

He was in front of you now, his voice a low rasp. “You’re not breakable, baby. You’re ruined.”

You didn’t back away.

“I’m not his,” you said, breathless. “I never was.”

Hanma grinned — wide and dangerous, like something wild just beneath the surface snapped loose.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t gentle.

He backed you into the wall behind the arcade, hands gripping your hips as his mouth crashed into yours. There was no hesitation, no holding back. His tongue slid past your lips with practiced ease, claiming every inch like he needed to remind you — and himself — that you were his.

You gasped softly against him, hands curling into the front of his shirt as his knee slid between your thighs, pressing you harder against the brick.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, lips swollen and smirking.

“Say it.”

“Hanma—”

“Say you’re mine.”

You exhaled shakily, heart pounding. “I’m yours.”

His grin deepened — darker now. Hungrier.

And he was kissing you again, his fingers tangling in your hair, the sharp bite of his teeth catching your lower lip just enough to make you gasp. You barely noticed the city anymore. The noise. The world. There was only him — the heat of his mouth, the chill of the night air, the way he devoured you like he’d die if he didn’t.

When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. His eyes locked onto yours, wild and possessive.

“Don’t ever let anyone look at you like that again,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re insane.”

“And you love it.”

You couldn’t deny it.

Not when he kissed you again — slower this time, but just as intense. Like a promise made in the ruins of everything that used to be soft.

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Wakasa Imaushi:

The low thrum of bass echoed through the lounge, pulsing against the marble walls like a heartbeat. You hadn’t expected to run into Taiju Shiba of all people — and definitely not in a place as upscale as this. But there he was: towering, broad-shouldered, still carrying that intimidating presence, though mellowed slightly with age. The leather of his jacket creaked as he leaned in to tell you a joke that made you actually laugh.

And Wakasa Imaushi saw it all.

From across the room, he watched — half-lidded eyes tracking your every move, arms lazily folded over his chest. He was calm on the surface, but you knew that calm could split like ice under pressure. And right now, he looked like he was holding back a storm.

Wakasa had history with Taiju. Not just scraps in back alleys and street fights, but bad blood — the kind that doesn’t fade just because time moves forward. And seeing you, his person, standing there smiling like Taiju was your long-lost childhood friend?

That tested every ounce of his patience.

You felt it before you saw it — the shift in the room when Wakasa finally moved. Silent, graceful, predatory in that cat-like way of his. One moment he was across the lounge, and the next, his voice was a whisper beside your ear.

“Having fun?”

You startled slightly. “Waka—hey. I didn’t know you were here.”

He didn’t look at you. His eyes were fixed on Taiju, cold and sharp, like he was deciding whether or not to start something violent right in the middle of the expensive bar.

Taiju smirked lazily. “I was just being friendly. Calm down, Imaushi.”

Wakasa didn’t blink. “Friendly’s a strong word for you.”

You stepped between them, placing a calming hand on Wakasa’s chest. “Okay. No one’s throwing punches in Armani.”

Waka finally looked at you — and his eyes were unreadable. Quiet, but not calm. Something else was flickering there: hurt, possessiveness, maybe even insecurity, though he’d never admit it out loud.

You sighed, tugging his wrist and guiding him toward the back hallway, away from the floor and prying eyes.

“I wasn’t flirting,” you said, once you were alone.

“You were laughing,” he replied, voice flat. “At his jokes.”

“So? You don’t have a monopoly on my sense of humor.”

He looked away. “He doesn’t deserve to see that side of you.”

There it was. Not jealousy. Not anger.

Fear.

He was afraid of losing something — you. In a world where people left, turned on each other, or got killed in back-alley power plays, you were the only softness he’d allowed himself to keep.

“I love you, not him,” you said gently, stepping closer. “You know that, right?”

His jaw tightened. “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.”

You didn’t answer with words. You stepped into him — hands sliding under his jacket, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. And he let you, let you pull him down until your lips brushed his.

Then he kissed you — deep, fierce, starving. His hands gripped your hips like he needed to anchor himself to you, like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. Your back hit the wall of the hallway with a quiet thud, and he chased your mouth like it was the only language he knew.

You gasped as he kissed down your jaw, lips warm against your neck. “I hate how he looks at you,” he muttered.

You grabbed his face gently, forcing his eyes back to yours. “Then look harder. Because I only ever look back at you.”

He kissed you again, slower now — an apology, a promise, and a warning all in one.

“I don’t share,” he murmured.

“Good,” you whispered back. “Because I’m not offering.”

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Mitsuya Takashi:

Mitsuya never considered himself the jealous type. He was calm, composed, mature — the kind of man who didn’t flinch easily, even in a room full of delinquents swinging lead pipes. But you, smiling too sweetly at Ran Haitani of all people? That was pushing it.

He hadn’t planned to show up at the café you mentioned earlier. You’d said it was just a casual meetup with “an old acquaintance.” But when Hakkai texted him, saying “Dude, Haitani is here. With her. Just thought you should know,” Mitsuya’s instincts flared.

And sure enough, through the front window, there you were — leaning forward, laughing at something Ran had just said. His braid swung casually as he talked, that smug, lazy smirk tugging at his lips. He wasn’t even hiding it — he knew what he was doing. Ran always knew.

Mitsuya stepped inside, the bell above the door chiming. Your head turned, and your eyes widened.

“Takashi! I didn’t know you were coming by.”

Ran turned too, smiling like a fox who just got caught in the henhouse. “Ahh, Mitsuya. Long time no see. You’re looking well.”

Mitsuya ignored him. His eyes were on you.

“Didn’t realize your old acquaintance was someone who once helped orchestrate the kidnapping of kids for money.”

Ran chuckled, clearly amused. “That was a different era. We’ve all changed, haven’t we?”

“Some of us actually meant it,” Mitsuya replied flatly.

You stood, lightly touching Mitsuya’s arm, trying to keep things calm. “We were just talking. Nothing happened.”

But Mitsuya’s eyes were darker than usual — not angry, not yelling, but tight. Controlled. Protective in a way you rarely saw from him.

He turned to you fully. “You know what kind of guy he is. You really think you can trust someone like him to just talk?”

Ran leaned back, sipping his iced coffee like this was the best entertainment he’d had all week. “Maybe you’re just upset she laughs more with me than with you.”

That did it.

Mitsuya stepped forward, fast. You put your hand on his chest to stop him — not because you thought he’d hit Ran, but because you could see the tension finally boiling past his calm exterior.

“Let’s go,” he said to you quietly, ignoring Ran now. “Now.”

You followed him out without protest.

Once outside, he kept walking until you were out of sight of the café, around the corner of a quiet alley. Then he stopped. Took a deep breath.

“I’m not trying to control who you talk to,” he said. “But you have no idea how dangerous that guy is. People like him — they smile while stabbing you in the back. And you were just sitting there like he was some harmless guy from school.”

You softened, reaching for his hand. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I didn’t even realize it would upset you like that.”

Mitsuya looked down at your joined hands. “I know. That’s the problem. You’re too good. Too trusting. People like him — they take advantage of that.”

You stepped closer, letting your forehead press to his. “But I chose you, Takashi. No one else. Ran Haitani can flirt all he wants — he’s not you. He could never be.”

His hand came up, cupping your jaw with surprising urgency.

“You’re mine,” he said, the edge in his voice low, unexpected. “I don’t want anyone else thinking they even have a shot.”

And then he kissed you — with heat, hunger, and frustration laced between his lips. It wasn’t sweet like his usual kisses. This one said You’re mine, and I need you to remember that. His hands slid around your waist, holding you like he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else doing the same.

When he finally pulled away, your chest was heaving.

“I don’t get jealous often,” he muttered, brushing his thumb along your lower lip. “But with you... I can’t help it.”

You smiled, brushing your nose against his.

“Then don’t.”

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Izana Kurokawa:

The rooftop was quiet, bathed in golden afternoon light, a breeze tugging at the loose ends of your coat as you sat perched on the ledge beside Kakucho. You hadn’t seen him in a long time — not since Tenjiku fell apart, not since Izana almost didn’t make it.

So when Kakucho had called out of the blue, asking if you wanted to catch up, you said yes. Not because you wanted to make Izana jealous. You just missed your friend. And maybe… you missed that part of your life that felt like it belonged to something before everything crumbled.

You didn’t realize Izana had arrived until you felt his presence. Like ice slipping into your spine, you looked up to see him standing across the rooftop entrance, hands shoved in his pockets, pale eyes locked on you and Kakucho.

He didn’t say a word at first.

Didn’t need to.

Kakucho stood slowly, respectful but firm. “Izana. Was just talking with her.”

“I can see that,” Izana said, voice cool — detached, but too quiet. The kind of quiet that meant something darker was boiling beneath the surface.

You stood too. “Izana, it’s not what you think—”

“You think I don’t know what this is?” he snapped, eyes not leaving Kakucho’s. “He always looked at you too long. Like he wanted something that wasn’t his.”

“I didn’t—” Kakucho began, but Izana cut him off with a venom-laced laugh.

“I let you in. I trusted you. And now you’re here with her when I’m not around?” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Either you’re stupid, or you think I’ve gone soft.”

“Izana,” you said, moving between them, your voice a plea. “He’s not doing anything wrong. He’s just my friend.”

“Yeah? And do I look like the kind of guy who shares?”

You didn’t answer.

Izana’s hand reached for yours, tugging you gently — but firmly — away from Kakucho. His grip was tight, but not cruel. Possessive. Protective. Afraid.

You followed him down the rooftop stairs without resistance, his silence louder than any words. Only once you reached the alley behind the building did he stop and turn to you, his back against the wall as his eyes finally looked vulnerable.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted, barely above a whisper.

Your heart broke a little at the crack in his voice — the way the man who ruled entire gangs now looked like a boy afraid of being left behind again.

“You won’t,” you said softly, stepping closer.

“I’ve lost everything I ever cared about. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you too.”

You stood between his legs as he leaned back against the wall, and you took his face in your hands. “Then stop looking at me like I’m going to leave. Because I’m not.”

He hesitated — but only for a second — before pulling you into him, his mouth claiming yours in a rough, heated kiss. There was desperation in it, teeth clashing slightly, hands gripping your hips as if to prove to himself that you were real, and his, and still here.

You kissed him back just as fiercely.

Because you knew — underneath all the sharp edges, the violence, and the cold — Izana only ever wanted to be loved. And to protect the few people who gave that love back.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me,” he murmured.

You smiled gently, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “Then don’t push me away when I’m already yours.”

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Kakucho:

The rain fell in slow, steady droplets, slicking the cracked pavement of the abandoned alley where you and Takemichi stood. The glow from the distant neon signs barely cut through the haze, casting eerie shadows over the peeling walls. His voice was low and steady, trying to convince you, to explain what could be changed if only you believed.

You listened, your heart torn between the hope his words stirred and the weight of the darkness that surrounded you both. Takemichi’s determination was something new — fragile yet burning bright in the night.

But before you could answer, a presence loomed behind you, cutting through the fragile moment like a knife. Kakucho stepped out of the shadows, his expression unreadable, but his eyes flashing with a storm of emotions — possession, anger, and an unshakable protective instinct.

Takemichi glanced up warily. “Kakucho,” he said, cautious but polite.

Kakucho’s gaze flicked to you — his lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “So, you’re getting close, huh?” His voice was calm, but beneath it simmered a cold warning.

You tried to keep your tone light, “We’re just talking.”

Kakucho’s eyes darkened. “Talking with him?” His voice dropped low, thick with suspicion.

Takemichi took a step forward, voice even but firm. “I’m not here to fight. I just want to make sure she’s safe.”

At that, Kakucho’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with a grip that was more than protective — it was a claim.

“Safe?” Kakucho’s voice was sharp, his gaze locking with yours. “The only safety she has is with me. And with Bonten.”

You searched his eyes for softness, but all you found was steel-hard resolve.

“You don’t have to do this,” you whispered.

Kakucho’s jaw tensed, but his hand never loosened. Then, with an unexpected gentleness, his thumb brushed your cheek. “I’m not asking.”

His eyes bore into yours, fierce and desperate all at once. “You’re mine. No matter what he says, no matter what he thinks he can do.”

Takemichi’s voice rose slightly, “She’s not your possession. She’s her own person.”

Kakucho laughed, low and dangerous. “You still don’t get it, do you? This isn’t some game.”

Turning back to you, his tone softened for a moment, just enough to remind you how much you mattered. “Stay with me. Stay safe.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest.

Without warning, Kakucho pulled you close, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that was both demanding and desperate — a fierce declaration against the world outside that tried to pull you away.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding on tight, needing the raw reassurance his touch gave. When he finally broke away, his forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling in the cold air.

“If anyone tries to take you,” he whispered, voice rough and low, “I’ll tear them apart.”

In the silence that followed, under the flickering glow of the neon light, you felt the weight of his promise — fierce, unyielding, and all-consuming.

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

The bell above the door jingled softly as you stepped into Chifuyu’s pet shop, the familiar scents of hay, fresh wood, and the faint musk of animals welcoming you back. Rows of cages and tanks lined the walls, filled with chirping birds, playful puppies, and curious kittens. A soft murmur of gentle barks and the fluttering of wings created a cozy, lively atmosphere — a peaceful contrast to the turmoil of your past.

Chifuyu was behind the counter, brushing a fluffy golden retriever with methodical care. When he noticed you, his eyes lit up for a moment — but then, just for a heartbeat, something flickered beneath that calm exterior. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.

“Hey,” he said, setting the brush down but not quite meeting your eyes. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind. What’s up?”

You hesitated, knowing that bringing up Mikey would stir more than a little in him. Still, you owed him honesty.

“I ran into Mikey today,” you said softly.

Chifuyu’s fingers paused on the counter. A flicker of unease crossed his face — a subtle shadow in his otherwise steady gaze. “Mikey?” His voice was calm but with an edge, almost like a warning wrapped in restraint.

“Yeah,” you nodded, trying to keep your tone light. “We talked. It was… unexpected. But it felt good, in a strange way.”

He swallowed, arms folding across his chest as he leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing. “Mikey’s not just anyone,” he said carefully. “You know what he means to me. To all of us.”

You stepped closer, reaching out to gently touch his arm. “I know. But I’m careful. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt what we have.”

Chifuyu’s gaze locked onto yours, his expression softening, but you caught the subtle tension in his jaw. “It’s not just about what you do. It’s about who he is. Who he was… and what he could still be.”

He ran a hand through his hair, the faintest sigh escaping him. “I’m not jealous — not exactly. It’s just... I hate the idea of you being close to someone I fought so hard against.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability hidden behind his calm. You moved closer, taking his hand in yours. “You’re the one I care about. Always.”

Slowly, he lifted your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. His eyes searched yours, silent and steady. “Good. Because no matter what happens, no matter who comes into our lives, I’m here. For you.”

You leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his steady presence as he pulled you into a tender, slow kiss — the kind that spoke of loyalty, protection, and a deep, unshakable bond.

When you finally parted, his forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling in the quiet shop filled with the soft sounds of animals and the fading afternoon light.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Plugged Up

Author's Note: This is a fun little Izana request to kick off my non-spooky fics again. Hope you all enjoy seeing this pretty boy get wrecked ❤️

Pairings: Izana x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, dom!reader, sub/bottom!Izana, sex toys, vibrators, urethral play, edging, overstimulation

With his muscles tensed and eyes shut tight, Izana threw his head over the back of the chair as another orgasm drew closer. Digging into his palms roughly as that climax that he desperately needed was ripped away from him so cruelly

This wasn't really your plan. You were just going to tie up your partner and edge him for a bit, stroking him over and over while denying a release until he begged with tears running down those pretty brown cheeks. After Izana came within the first two minutes though, you had a change of heart

Since your eager boy couldn't stop himself from cumming, you'd simply plug his hole up. All of his holes actually; inserting a vibrating plug into his tight ass, a ball gag into his noisy mouth, and a nice metal rod in his dick

“I told you not to cum, angel. Shoulda listened.” You replied in a sing-song tone. The playful smirk on your face sends shivers up your partner's spine, shaking his head as the remote in your hand clicks and the vibrations inside of him become even more intense. Izana choked out some pitiful, muffled plea as his cock twitched within your grasp, far too sensitive from being squeezed and stroked vigorously while it was stuffed with a sounding rod to prevent another release without your permission

The overstimulated man swallowed dryly, his body slumping on the chair after you had turned the vibrator off. The relief only extended so far since you hadn't stopped stroking him yet, using one hand to glide up and down his shaft and the other to lovingly touch his thigh. Izana was swept up in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, unsure of how to deal with the harsh treatment to all of his holes and his cock while you caressed his body and leaned forward to kiss his face. Soft lips connecting with his neck paired with a light slap to his dick was just too much!

“I know you'll be good for me, right Izana? You won't cum again until I say so?” Some instinct buried deep within his hazy mind forced him to nod his head, blinking away salty tears as he met your expectant gaze. Even though his thighs were trembling, on the verge of shooting cum onto his chest because of your nonstop handjob, the smile spreading across your face made his heart flutter

Fingers brushed against Izana's hip bone on your way to grab his waist, whispering against his ear, “I know you will, you're my good boy. My good boy, yeah? I can do whatever I want to this beautiful body, right?” Izana moaned around the gag in his mouth, nodding along to every question while his hips thrust into your fist with a mind of their own

“You like when I take control, don't you?” You breathed against Izana's sensitive neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across his shoulders. Pathetic whines fell from him when you sneakily turned on the vibrator again, turning it up as high as it could go and watching his reaction with a sadistic gleam in your eyes. Your darling's stomach tightened as he, once again, neared his climax. Grinding down onto the chair and digging his heels into the floor, painfully hard yet unable to do anything with the metal plugging up his throbbing cock

“Oh? What's wrong, baby? Is it too much?” You pretended to be sympathetic towards your partner's frustration. Another frantic shake of his head and a broken sob prompted you to play with his tip while retorting, “Too bad~”

Izana seemingly broke after that, begging for mercy with gorgeous teary eyes while you giggled at his desperation. Tapping the bit of metal sticking out of his cock and teasing him by pulling the rod out just a tiny bit, then pushing it back in while he cried at having his only relief snatched away

After a little more teasing you felt as though Izana had taken enough punishment. The plug in his ass promptly calmed down to a low buzz, enough to still feel that it was on but not nearly as overwhelming as the sensation had been for a while. Tilting your lover's chin up with a soft touch, you asked, “D'you wanna cum now, Izana? Did you learn your lesson?”

With shaky breath he moaned an ‘mhm’, batting his wet lashes at you and leaning into your touch. The extra adorableness earned Izana a kiss to the plastic lodged in between his lips; a teasing gesture that caused a small whine to escape. The brush of your lips against his was pleasant even if it was barely noticeable through so much drool

“Alright, baby. I'm gonna pull the rod out now, you ready?” You questioned, cupping Izana's face. Again he nodded, and you slowly removed the intrusion from his dick, teasing him a little more by pushing it back almost all the way in before removing it fully. With nothing to block the way, Izana would finally be able to release everything pent up inside from your mean teasing. What the naive man didn't realize is that you weren't going to stop until you had drained every last drop of cum out of him

That initial release nearly caused Izana to fall forward, inevitably taking the chair that he was still tied to with him, had you not been quick enough to stop him. The force of his orgasm was enough to knock the wind from his lungs, shooting thick ropes all over his chest and dribbling down your fingers as you squeezed more out of him

The second release after that one was just as intense. With sweat dripping onto his soft thighs as he realized that you planned on making him cum over and over. Izana's brows knitted together while the plug in his ass gradually worked back up to a high intensity, causing his muscles to clench around the toy while your lips wrapped around his cock, focussing only on the red tip and pulling off right before another cumshot could fill your mouth

The third and final release was a bit pitiful to watch, but also hot as hell. As Izana's head hung down in exhaustion, soft cries reached your ears. You tilted your head up to find your lover almost passed out, with his eyes glossed over and tear streaks covering his face, whimpering like a dog while you rubbed his inner thighs. “Aw honey, don't give out just yet. Gimme one more, I know you can do that for me.”

In his semi-conscious state, Izana quietly moaned some agreement. Through his exhaustion he managed to buck his hips into your fist, meeting every downward stroke until that tight feeling within his core signaled the end of this backhanded reward. It was almost a dry orgasm as his previous three climaxes had drained him completely, but you forced it out of him anyways. Going back to suck on Izana's already marked up neck while your cum-coated hand stroked the head of his cock, thumbing over the slit which earned a small whimper from your baby before his last load spurted out

After Izana's muscles were visibly relaxed, you turned off the vibe in his hole and stood up to begin untying him. Removing the gag first and wiping the spit from his lips then placing a quick kiss to them. “Hey, stay awake for just one more minute, Izana. Just long enough for me to untie you, 'kay?”

“Y-yeah...ok...” He whispered, already succumbing to sleep after your strenuous activity. So you did your best to be swift without hurting him, removing the ropes and scooping your boyfriend up in your arms before he ever had the chance to fall out of the chair. What followed next was a barrage of kisses and gentle praise while you cleaned and then wrapped Izana up in one of your hoodies before cuddling on the couch for a while

[arcanao]

can I request a izana x reader where she's a princess and he's a pirate. They met once as kids and he became convinced he met his soulmate ever since. After becoming an infamous pirate he comes back only to hear that she was a day away from marrying someone else so he sends the rest of tenjiku to bring her to him while he deals with the suitor

hi ! so I read your original ask a while ago and I wrote without checking what you really wanted I only had the concept in mind, I hope you'll still like it ! I'll try to write more this week since I have a free time. sorry for the silence, I'll try to post more again.

this kinda did a number on me and I wrote a lot, hope you'll enjoy it !

MINORS DNI

word count: 3689 tw: yandere, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, izana is his own warning, period typical misogyny, parental abuse, arranged marriage (not with izana), a bit nsfw, hair pulling, leg humping, dub con, kidnapping, period typical violence, (ooc izana ? maybe)

✤your childhood now feels like a fever dream… the sand under your feet, the damp air of the sea, white hair flying in the wind, tanned skin shining in the sun. as the daughter of an admiral, you grew sheltered, barely having any friends and no family because your mother died when you were only an infant. with maybe the exception of izana… ✤you caught him sneaking around in your mansion one time, wandering in the gardens. he was afraid you’d tell on him and that he’d get some harsh punishment when all he wanted was just to see what that grand house was about. you took pity on him and agreed to keep your mouth shut as long as he became your friend, which he reluctantly accepted.

✤izana had a difficult personality to say the least, not that you could really afford to be picky about your only friend, getting close to him was a hard task. He opened up to you very slowly, barely interested in any of what you were saying. 

✤it was only one day, on a particularly shiny summer, that he finally started to be interested in what you were saying.

✤your knuckles were stained with your own tears as you watched your father’s ship disappear into the sea’s horizon. the soft breeze did little to console you, just like izana who looked either particularly awkward either didn’t really care much. how you wished you could accompany your father at sea instead of staying alone in that cold manor. you knew they said women brought bad luck on boats but still… How you wanted to discover the world. you choked back a few sobs before opening your mouth gently.

"did… do you… don’t you wanna go see the sea too ?"

✤izana’s eyes shone like they never did before, his hand landing on your damp knuckles and he smiled gently.

"it’s like you were asking me if I wanted to be free. of course i do, no one can be freer on land than on sea."

"is it your dream ?" 

✤he noded eagerly.

"imagine owning your own boat, going wherever you like, not caring about what anyone has to say about it, exploring the world and its treasures…"

✤your cries immediately stopped, that was the first time you saw izana looking so happy, he usually looked so… empty but now he was chattering like his life depended on it. you giggled as he kept going, his cheek flushing a dark red.

"what ? are you mocking me ?"

"no… it’s just… hearing you talk like that is so refreshing, you look cute."

✤he grew even redder, pestering you. it was one of the best afternoons of your life. ever since then, you grew closer, chatting about what the world had to offer and of course, as time went by, feelings developed. you were 14 when izana and you were separated.

✤grabbing your sore cheek, you made your way into the garden. even if you loved your father, he was still a strict man and harsh when it came to discipline. and let’s say that for a ‘proper’ lady, such as yourself, it wasn’t appropriate to hang out with strays (his own words) like izana. tears filled your eyes, you didn’t want to stop talking to izana but you also didn’t want to disappoint your father.

"what happened ?"

✤izana got up instantly when he saw you, the red on your cheek a stark reminder of the scolding you just received. 

"did someone hit you ? who ?"

✤izana cupped your cheek, a strange glint in his eyes.

"i… i want us to stop seeing each other."

✤cold. the atmosphere suddenly became so cold in an instant despite the scorching heat and you held back a sob, not daring to look up at izana. 

"so what ? now that you had your fun with me you want to throw me away ?"

✤he grabbed your wrist, pulling you forward. 

"you think you can decide ? after everything ? you still think you’re not- !"

"you there ! you scoundrel !"

✤your father came up with 5 men who seized izana.

"you think you can do whatever you want with my daughter ? i’ll show you, you dirty bilge rat !"

"father no ! that’s not- !"

"let not another word escape your lips daughter or I shall kill this dog this moment, don’t you think you humiliated me enough !?"

✤you looked at your feet, terrified of the fate your father decided for izana, who was taken away. his gaze never left you, looking at you with a horrifying glint. that’s the last time you saw him…

✤this didn’t mean you forgot him. quite the opposite… everyday you lived with the guilt of not saving him. nut what were you meant to do ? you couldn’t do anything for anyone, you were a stupid little girl who couldn’t help anyone nor yourself. each time, you fell asleep in your sheets, dreaming of what could have been… this went until your 19th birthday, where it was finally time for you to marry. he was a good man, gentle, not particularly good looking nor ugly, just average. not like you had much of a choice anyway.

✤you looked at your feet as the maids finished lacing your corset, tying it so much that your guts were almost spilling out and somehow you wished they would. there is only one man for whom you want to wear that kind of dress, but it was impossible.

"you look magnificent, my lady."

"thank you."

✤you said without meaning it, glancing towards the mirror you watched the veil cover your face, hiding your lifeless eyes away. futy, honor and sacrifice, as your teacher always repeated you. this was our karma for abandoning him, you persuaded yourself. a soft knock resounded at your door. 

"yes my lord."

✤the maid opened the door to your father, his eyes filled with tears.

"i can’t believe my baby girl is getting married today…"

✤he hugged you but you didn’t answer the tender gesture. 

"i’m so glad you’re such an obedient and reasonable girl, your husband will be very lucky to have you."

✤you nodded, looking at the ground as he pulled your arm around his.

"come on, let’s not make your husband wait another second longer for you."

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

✤the organ was deafening in the church and each step you made towards the altar heavier than before. your husband looked genuinely happy, whereas your happiness was feigned. when your father let go of your arm, the other man grabbed your hand happily, smiling at you. you could only respond with a small and sad grin, hoping that the veil hid the sorrow in your eyes. 

"we are here to celebrate the union of two souls."

✤the priest’s voice interrupted the small moment between you and your husband. you didn’t pay much of what else the priest said, until it was finally time to make your vows.

"do you, Lord Edward of York, take  Lady [Name] of the Isles to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" »"

✤lord edward smiled as he brought your knuckles to his mouth, kissing them tenderly.

« I, Edward, take you, [Name], to be my lawfully wedded wife,to have and to hold from this day  forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do us part. »

✤until death do us part seemed like a long time… the priest then turned towards you.

"Do you, Lady [Name] of the Isles, take Lord Edward of York to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?"

"I… I,  Lady [Name] of the Isles, take-…"

✤suddenly there was some agitation outside, a ruckus caused by the homeless man who roamed around the church earlier or…

"well well… it’s not good having all the fun without us…"

"Pi… pi… pi… PIRATES !"

✤the crowd screamed as dozens of men made their way inside laughing, smiling like hungry wolves. and amongst them… his hair had gotten slightly longer, his skin more tan and his eyes… empty, even more than yours.izana. he was here, he was alive. if the context was different you’d be happy to see him but his ‘friends’ armed to the teeth meant only one thing : he was here for revenge.

✤your husband furrowed his brows, unsheathing the sword at his side. 

"[Name], the back door, go and get help and then get to safety."

"but-…"

"no buts, no one is putting my woman’s safety at risk."

✤you nodded reluctantly, making your way towards the backdoor, when you twisted the knob, an imposing form blocked your way.

"that’s not where the main show is little missy."

✤his grin sent shivers down your spines, the back of his hands tattooed with symbols you couldn’t understand, a chain dangling from his left ear. he yanked you by the wrist harshly, bringing you back to the altar.

"unhand me this instant !"

✤but it was no use.

"captain, she is here !"

✤he lifted you by the arm, making you stand up on the tip of your toes, it hurt so bad you almost shed a tear. izana lifted his gaze, unseating his sword from your husband’s belly, his limp form falling on the floor. you gasped as your old friend made his way to you. he yanked your hair back, forcing you to meet his eyes — a cruel smirk dancing on his lips

"wow you look awful. Is that getting married feel like ?"

"izana…"

✤you gritted through your teeth, not out of anger more out of disbelief.

"damn you still remember my name ? I am honored, but I guess even a prissy bitch like you still remember the name of the mutt she once cared for."

✤he brought you to your knees by the hair. 

"is that how you always saw me ? i understand why you liked me so much, having someone beneath you feels… exhilarating…"

"captain…we brought him.."

✤your father was shoved on the ground, bruised and weak. 

"all of that to keep me away from your daughter, only for me to come for her…"

✤he chuckled, kneeling beside you, his hand still tangled in your ear.

"vile scoundrel, she’s the only reason you’re still alive !"

"really ? then i should thank her properly, don't you think ?"

✤he pulled you closer, smashing his lips onto yours. you had often imagined your first kiss with izana to be tender and soft not… like that. he shoved his tongue in your mouth, chasing yours and occasionally biting your bottom lip softly. this was so vulgar it made your head fuzzy and a weird heat made its way between your legs. you wanted to push him away, to get away from this man you once loved but a little part of you couldn’t deny you were enjoying what he was doing to you.

✤after an eternity, he finally let go of you, a string of saliva linking your two mouths. He licked his lips, a weird glint in his eyes.

"all of that work to keep me away from her… only for me to seize her like that… kakucho."

✤a man you hadn’t seen before walked up to izana, handing him a knife. You yelped, trying to protest but he yanked your hair back again. Grabbing it, he grazed your jaw with it, going downwards until he reached the cleavage of your dress. Your eyes widened.

"iza-…"

"shut up. struggle and I’ll slit your throat open."

"i should have killed you when I had the chance, you dirtbag !"

✤your father cried out. 

"but you didn’t. and now you’ll die here, knowing that, in a few hours, i will make your daughter mine and ruin her for anyone else."

"you sleaze-!"

✤before he could finish his sentence, your father's throat was cut open. you screamed, tears filling your eyes. izana let the knife fall on the floor before covering your eyes, whispering with a sickening sweet voice to your ear.

"this is what you get for betraying me [Name]… "

✤and under all that pressure and that sadness, you fainted.

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✤you were rocked back and forth by some strange force you’ve never felt before. it was…. oddly comforting. you still wanted to sleep a little more, wrapped in those silk sheets. suddenly you remembered… the wedding… Lord Edward… your father… the blood… izana… you gasped for air as you got up suddenly. in a cabin. izana’s for sure. ✤some letters were scattered on the dark floor of what you could only guess was a boat. a door, dangling by the effect of the waves was opening and closing, revealing a private bathroom with expensive products neatly placed there. a big table was sitting in the middle of the room, probably where he held meetings with his subordinates, a map held from falling off only by a knife which was stabbed onto the wood.

✤he made it, you sighed. he was free. and he used his freedom to hurt you and to kill your father. memories of your father’s blood pouring on the floor as his throat was cut open came into your mind, you covered your mouth with your hands. you wanted to puke. how could your gentle friend do such a thing… you had to get out of there. now.

✤you got up harshly, intending to run away only to be yanked back by an unknown force that choked you. what the… sèddenly the coldness and the harsh metal around your neck was painfully clear. he collared you. like a fucking dog.

"I’d advise not to struggle too much, it would be vain and ya’ll only choke yourself to death."

✤a man, you recognized as the one who gave Izana the knife to threaten you, made his way inside, a trail in his hands.

"don’t come closer !"

✤you say trying to step away, only to have your feet tangled into your wedding dress that you were still wearing. he sighed, placing the tray onto the bedside table.

"i understand yer situation my lady, but getting worked up in the middle of the sea will do you no good."

"m-middle of the sea ?"

✤he nodded, pointing at the little windows you hadn’t paid attention to earlier.

"oh my god… what the hell am I going to do…."

✤you hid your face in your hands, tears threatening to fall. he had taken you away. for good. 

"do what yer told, that’s the best advice I can give ya. izana has developed quite the temper, it is best to not anger him."

"he killed my father !"

"ya mean the man who tortured him till he was almost dead for years ? That piece of shit got what he deserved."

✤that made you see red.

"don’t call my father a piece of shit you dirty scoundrel !"

✤the chains clinked from your harsh movement.

"what else should i call him ? all of us were children and he tortured us, for the sole crime of izana talking to ya. he hit ya too, right ? izana told me. he even sold you like cattle to a man you didn’t love only for his interests."

"this is… you don’t know anything about him ! this is my duty as a woman and I must- !"

"your duty ? I don’t know anything ? then why do you look more alive being kidnapped by a pirate than at the altar with the man who was supposed to be your husband ?"

✤your eyes widened as you scowled at him. this wasn’t true… you were just… that’s the shock that’s all. you didn’t… you couldn’t possibly…

"anyway, eat. yer gonna need it. izana will join you tonight, i don’t have to spell out what that means right ?"

✤he went back to the door, throwing you a dark gaze.

"everyone here has been saved by izana, don’t expect anything but pity from anyone here. what my captain desires he gets."

✤he slammed the door shut, leaving you with a cold soup and a lot of thoughts…

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✤it was only at night that izana came, a bottle of alcohol in his hand. he didn’t look like he drank any of it though. he took off his heavy coat, dropping it unceremoniously onto the table because making his way slowly towards the bed, he did it on purpose, knowing how anxious it made you.

"you look like such a pretty pet like this."

✤he pulled your ankle with a strange gentleness which didn't exactly quite suit his new ‘him’. he kissed the sole of your foot as if you were the most precious thing in the world. you yanked your leg bad, refusing to go along with whatever that was, but he caught it, refusing to let you go.

"i’m in a good mood, don’t ruin it."

✤the glint in his eyes left you no room to argue. he fumbled with your skirts, pulling them upwards, you shut your eyes tightly, not daring to move an inch. 

"you play coy now but you weren’t so scared back at the church."

"that’s not-!"

"really ? then prove it."

✤he laid beside you.

"climb on top, then kiss me. we’ll see what that does for you."

"you dirty…"

"quick. i’m no patient man and you know it."

✤you grit your teeth as you struggled with your skirts to climb on top of him. his gaze shone with approval.

"good pet."

✤you held back an insult, you were no pet. the collar didn’t instantly make you one. you got closer to him, pecking his lips softly. 

"come on, you know better than this. i want that little tongue pet."

✤you boiled with rage as you parted your lips kissing him open mouthed. you weren’t sure what to do with your tongue, you brushed against his gently but you weren’t sure that felt good. right when you were about to pull back, izana held your head in place, lips locked with yours. like in the church he devoured you. grabbing your wrists, he pulled them behind his head, directly into his hair.

✤he was very eager, groaning between each breath he granted you before diving back in, as if you were the tastiest meal he ever had, you pulled his hair slightly, trying to receive as much of him as you could. refusing to let yourself be swayed that easily, you bit down on his lip, drawing blood. grunting, he retaliated doing the same to your mouth he just ravished. 

"across the sea, there live some tribes that exchange their blood like this, do you know what that means ?"

"n-no…"

✤you pant, holding onto his shoulders. 

"it’s an oath. a promise. now promise. promise that you’ll be mine, that you’ll always stay with me."

✤he put his knee up between your parted legs.

"izana, I’m scared…"

✤he was manic but behind that glint in his eyes was fear.

"say it. say that you’re mine, that you’ll stay with me forever."

✤his knee brushed against your core across your panties and you gasped. you’ve never felt like that before.

"izana I feel weird… i can’t…"

"say it. and I’ll make you feel better. "

✤your head was fuzzy, just like that time in the church and you could barely form a coherent thought. 

"i’m yours, i’ll never leave you again, i’m sorry… forgive me."

"atta girl. come closer, i will take care of you."

✤he kissed you again pulling your body onto his lap, your core against his thigh.

"rub where that feels good, okay ?"

✤you nodded, kissing him again as you rubbed yourself onto his thigh, a weird need between your legs. why did it feel so good? he cupped your ass, helping you rub onto him. each movement made your core grow even hotter. he kept kissing you and you felt the ache between your legs getting closer and closer to being satisfied. 

"you’re mine. you’ve always been."

✤he groaned into your ear, making you whimper. 

"yes yes…"

"that’s it. good girl, don’t be scared."

✤you wrapped your hands around his shoulders as you felt your climax growing closer and closer by the second.

"i-izana… c-can I…"

✤your head was a mess, you didn’t know what you were even asking for !

"yes. come…"

✤he grunted, out of breath as if he waited for this moment forever. your body understood every word your hips bucked, your center throbbing with each beat of your heart. your eyes closed as you felt tears feeling your eyes again. what the hell were you thinking ? that man killed your father.. you couldn’t possibly…

✤as you drifted into sleep, izana hugged you closer than ever. almost wishing you two would fuse together. taking advantage of the fact that you were asleep, he slipped your wedding ring around your finger, matching the one he stole the day before. you were finally back… back with him.

[ace-and-the-mystery-of-yourmom]

Don't break Izana Kurokawa's favourite mug! Or do... who knows?

Izana Kurokawa x M!Reader

This is the first story on this account and i am very happy to post it. I hope you can forgive me any spelling mistakes for i am not from an english speaking country and therefore am not as good at it as i would like to.

WARNING(S): cursing, slightly suggestive, some weird shit over-all tbh,

"Oh, fuck off, will you?" You were already pissed off, but he just had to tick you off even more.

"No." He was so used to getting whatever he wants. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh, so you DO know what that means?!" At this point, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming at the guy. He was getting on your nerves for about a week now. All because he saw you beat some guy up and decided he wants you in his gang.

"Join-" You didn't let him finish.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" You jelled and turned around to leave right after.

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"He really doesn"t want to join us. It's a shame, he is a great fighter." The blonde said as he walked through the door.

"Mikey, leave the guy alone. You're turning into a damn stalker." The tallee male said, used to his friend's antics.

"But Ken-chin~" Mikey whined, latching onto Draken and shaking him.

"OI, QUIT IT" He tried to take him off of himself, but couldn't. Mikey was like a really determinated koala.

"STOP IT, YOU'RE GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT!" The tall teen was screaming at his friend.

"You barely have any anyway! It won't be a big loss!" Mikey exclaimed happily, still not letting go of his vice-president's hair.

"Hey! Mikey, Draken, cut it out!" Both boys turned their heads towards the entrance of Mikey's room in pure fear. They feared that were louder then they thought and woke Emma up. An angry Emma is a terryfying Emma.

"Oh, Emma, sorry. Did we wake you up?" Draken was the first to say anything while mikey simply let go of his friend, just standing there like a sculpture with wide eyes.

"Yes. Yes you did. Do you have any idea what hour it is? I need rest! I promised Hina-chan to go to the mall with her." Emma definietely wasn't in a good mood. The scowl on her face only deepened when her brother tried to make his way towards the window to escape her anger.

"And where are YOU going, Mikey? Get back here!" Yes, this defenietely wasn't his day, was it?

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"Ahhh, this is relaxing" A soft whisper escaped your mouth as you laid in the bathtub. After a long day like this one you defenitely needed this. That blondie who kept bothering you everyday for the past week really stressed you out. You were wondering why the actual fuck wouldn't he understand that you don't want to be a part of his gang. Like, man, can't you take a motherfucking hint.

"OI, (NAME)!" You heard a familiar voice. Your face imidiately fell.

What the hell is it now? You asked yourself, not caring enough to get out of your little heaven.

And soon enough three men practically fell into your bathroom, panting as if they just ran a marathon. You suppose they have fucked up again and HE was on their asses.

"Again?" You asked no one in particular. The monotone tone of your voice wasn't a shock to them. At this point it was an everyday thing, so you were used to this. In all honesty, it was almost getting boring.

"(Name)! Please! Plea-!" Finishing the sentence wasn't his fate today, huh?

"You HAVE to help us! He's gonna kill us this time." They desperately pleaded. They looked pathetic.

"Have? It's quite a strong word, especially considering your..." You looke them up and down. "... situation."

"(Name)-" Maybe Ran should all together give up speaking today.

On Ran's back fell your beloved bathroom door, crushing the poor guy on the cold matte black, tiled flooor. Rindou and Shion, who were lucky enough to miss the heavy, oak door by mere milimeters were scrambling on the floor like cockroaches, afraid to even look back at HIM.

"Here comes the star of the show." You say, bored of their antics already.

"YOU FUCKERS, HERE YOU ARE" Oh, he was furious. Yup, they're completely F U C K E D.

"God, did yo mama not have more of you or what?" You sigh rhetorically to no-one in particular.

"Huh-" Now that an interesting reaction, hehe.

Izana's face turned crimson red as his gaze was fixed on you. Has he never seen a man taking a bath after a lomg day or what?

"Hello to you too, boss." This was gonna be fun-

...

Nevermind.

Only a loud ass thump could be heard as the great Kurokawa Izana fell to the floor with wide eyes and blood rushing from his nose. Guess he really has never seen anyone taking a bath before. Oh well, his loss.

"..." Rindou was speechless to say the least.

"Now that's an unexpected turn of events" Said Shion as Ran could only show a thumb up from underneath the door.

"God, what did you even do for him to freak out on you like THAT." You move your arms around pointing at this whole mess around you.

Before Ran even got to find the right words, Rindou interrupted him. "I FOR ONE DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING-" "shut up, i've had enough of your shouting" "Sorry..."

"Um... well, uh-" This guy really wasn't god's favourite, was he.

When Rindou was busy being embarassed of his behavious, Ran took a chance to speak again. "As i was saying-" Well, try to at least. "IT WAS ALL RAN'S FAULT!" Shion was quick to cut him off. "I was just minding minding my own damn business, when he came to the kitchen and decided to pick a fight with me!"

"OHHHH HELL NAH! YOU'RE NOT GONNA PUT ALL OF THIS ON ME-" well at least he got to finish one sentence, right? Madarame threw himself at Ran, who just barely got out from under that cursed door and they started to bicker and fight.

"They broke Izana's favourite coffee mug." Rindou, the only somewhat sane one here, explained. "Tha one-" "Yes, the exact one that was gifted to him by Shinichiro."

"Ouuhhh, they fucked up big this time." You frown as if you were the one who would get their bones rearranged. "Yup."

"How did you get into their shit tho?" You raise your brow at him.

"I might have been the one who left it on the table..." You look at him as if he grew another head. It was common knowledge not to touch it. "Shhhh.... noone needs to know, and they're too busy blaming eack other."

"Anyway, Imma go and get myseld some ice cream from the fridge, want some?" He started heading for the (lack of the) door. "No, thanks."

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"I am not even going to question this" Kakucho looked so done with this shit.

"Good. Save your sanity for later." You wish you could do so too. Your life would be so much more peaceful, but of course, you've got to be a nosy asshole.

"Sooooo..." Mochi started "what the fuck do we do with him?" He said gesturing at an unconsious Izana. "We can't let him just lay here forever."

"Why not?" Yeah, why not. For once you agree with Hanma (ew). It's so much more peaceful this way. "I think we should enjoy ourselves while he's not on pur asses about tenjiku." For once Ran gets it. Maybe his brain isnt pea-sized in the end? Hmm... Peanut-sized, then?

"Let's just wake him up, he's probably gonna be angry if we don't anyway." Okay??? That'd be a problem for the future.

"Kakucho, how the hell do you even wanna do that?!?" Shion asking a valid question? Someone write it done in their calendar! Quick!

"That's the problem-" Sorry Kaku, you're gonna share Ran's fate. "No-one has the balls here to try anyway" You say. "Why not just go do whatever you have to do and let him wake up on his own. It's most logical." You shrug.

"What if he doesn't wake up on time and misses his favourite tv series though?" Fuck. Mucho's got a point.He'd kill you all if you let that happen.

"Alright..." You move your sleeves up to your elbows. "Everyone get ready." "Huh-" Confusion. Confusion everywhere. "What do you-"

SLAP!!!

"..."

And before anyone registered what just happpened you have ready bolted through the door and were long gone, as if you were never there in the first place.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

"Who. Has. Just. Slapped. Me." Izana was looking at them with a stare so manacing, that if eyes could kill, they'd be dead 3 time already and then roasted and served with aplles like a turkey.

"Who had the FUCKING AUDACITY to slap me just now." Sorry not sorry. You had to put yourself first..🤷

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Mochi, Mucho, Rindou, Ran, Hanma and Madarame were looking at you with absolute fire in their eyes as you were patching them up. Kisaki was on the side, thanking whatever god has given his mother the idea to host a family dinner exacly when she did and Kakucho stood on Izana's right side.

"Why did i get caught in the cross fire WHEN I HAVE JUST BEEN STANDING TO THE SIDE!" Boohoo what and injustice. You wish you could say it outloud, but you don't need to dig your grave any further. It's already quite deep

"Hanma, do you want another black eye?" Uh oh. In the end, Izana hasn't calmed down yet. Now you were 100% sure you needed to keep your mouth as shut as possible.

"Izana, calm down. Tenjiku need fully able members and if you beat them up too much they won't be able to fight and [...]" Kakucho started panicing as he listed reasons as to why it's not a good idea to beat Hanma or anyone else up.

Meanwhile the Haitanis started whispering among themselves "I still can't believe Kakucho got out without a scratch." "I mean, he is Izana's right hand man so-"

"FINE." And on as if on cue, everyone, including stressed Kakucho, has let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. "But i still want to know who the hell had thw balls to slap me." Fuck. You knew it. There was no way you'd get out of this alive and well. It was too good to be true.

"No-one wants to come out and-" "I'm gay." You cut him off while putting your hands up in the air in a 'i give up' gesture. "Here, you've got the coming out you wanted." At this point you were praying (yes, even if you aren religius, let's be honest, Izana'd scary when angry/crazy) that your attempt at changing the topic would work.

"..."

"So like, wanna fuck?" Ran raised he eyebrows up and down as Rindou gave an... interesting proposition to say the least.

"Pfft! Ahhaaayhayea!" There it was, if you didn't know Shion, you'd think a hiena has somehow gotten into your house. (yep, yall are all at your house, let's say it's a common hangout spot for the tenjiku crew for the sake of this story) It was eerie how similar he was to a hiena, now that you think about it.

"Uhh... Congratulations, (Name)?" Kakucho was BAFFLED. Definietely not what he was expecting.

"What the actual FUCK. That's is not what i wanted to ask AT ALL." When the initial shock went by, Izana was back on track looking for the person guilty of leaving a big, red hand print on his face. Ypu shocked yourself with how hard you could hit someone, especially since it's beem an hour and his cheek is still red as ever.

"Okay, fine! It was me wha slapped the shit outta you! Happy?!" You finally surrender, unable to hide that you're guilty.

"Oh yeah? In that case we've got to talk a little, don't you think?" His tone of voice was fucking scary. Someone save you, please.

You looked at everone as Izana held your wrist in his hand and started heading to your room, but suddenly everyone was busy.

Mucho was brushing his hair with his hand, which is impressive how he was still able to with that balding head of his. Mochizuki was rebraiding his lil sad rat tail, as if he could save it from looking shitty (he couldn't). Rindou was checking the time. Most normaln of them all award goesto him. Shion was just being Shion. Theres not much to say, other then that he looked higher then the fucking sky, but always does so it's alright. Kakucho has a suspicious smirk on his face as he sent you a wink and Ran..

... Ran was checking if his dick is still in it's place.

Overall, there was no saving your ass from this. Amen.

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"You think they know we can hear them?" Ran asked his brother, trying not to scowl too much at the sound he was hearing. "With all that moaning? Yeah, i'm pretty sure at least Izana is aware of that." Just as he said that a loud whine could be heard through the whole apartament.

"The neighbours are so going to complain. God, i almost feel bad for them" Almost, because Kakucho knew damn well that this was gonna happen one way or another, and just decided to give you guys a little push.

It's not his fault that push has required the Haitanis and Shion breaking Izanas favourite mug, and then with Izana on their tail running into the bathroom where you were relaxing.

Then after that he didn't even need to do much, it all went down on it's own.

"I should have been a full-time cupid instead of joining a gang."

[itsmerelliwellie]

I'd Ripped Out Their Eyes If It Looks At You Wrong | I. Kurokawa x Yandere!Reader

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18.) "I beat the crap out of three guys because they looked at you wrong. Don’t ask me if I like you.”

PROMPTS!!!

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Warning(s): Yandere themes, blood, implications of violence

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It was a quiet evening by Tenjiku standards. No fights breaking out in the lot, no blood on the walls. Almost boring. Izana leaned against the cracked brick wall beside the warehouse, arms folded, pale lavender eyes watching the golden dusk wash over the streets.

He wasn’t thinking about you. Not really.

Not the way your eyes sparkled like a lit fuse, not the way your laugh had that slightly unhinged edge when someone crossed you. Not the way you looked at him—like he was the sun and everyone else was just annoying static.

He wasn’t thinking about that.

Not until you walked into the alley.

Blood on your cheek. A split in your knuckle. A smile blooming on your lips like it belonged there.

You didn’t greet him right away. Just stopped a foot away, looking like you’d been born to exist in this kind of chaos. You dropped your bag next to his foot with a dull thump and looked up at him like you were waiting for praise.

“You’re late,” he said, mostly to keep his voice steady.

“I got... distracted.” Your tone was light, but the adrenaline still hummed off you.

Izana’s eyes slid from your face to your hands. He knew that kind of tension. He’ll always recognize hands that had just finished swinging and hadn’t quite settled yet. “Fight?”

You shrugged, like it wasn’t a big deal. “Three guys wouldn’t shut up about you. They were saying things I didn’t like.”

Izana tilted his head. “And?”

“So I beat the crap out of them.”

He blinked. “Seriously?”

“They looked at you wrong.”

He stared, and you gave him that twisted little smile that always made his chest tighten and his thoughts spiral.

“Don’t ever ask me if I like you,” you pouted before grinning at him, “because I’d tear the world in half if it looked at you the wrong way.”

The words shouldn’t have affected him. Izana wasn’t the type to be moved by devotion or drama. But something about the way you said it made something deep in him flicker. It was calm, certain, with blood still drying on your skin.

“You’re insane,” he said, voice lower now. Warmer.

You just smiled wider. “Only for you.”

He let out a short half scoff, half laugh breath as he reached up, brushing a smear of blood from your cheek with his thumb. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why?” You leaned into his hand. “You afraid I’ll mean it?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled you in by the waist, slow and deliberate, until your chest was flush against his. Your breath hitched, eyes widening slightly as his mouth ghosted near your jaw.

“I should be,” he murmured. “But I’m not.”

You exhaled shakily, fingers gripping his shirt. “Because you like it.”

“I don’t.” He tilted his head, lips brushing your cheek. “I need it.”

Then it finally happened. Messy, urgent, laced with all the tension that had been building for months. He kissed like he was punishing you for existing, and you kissed like you were claiming him with every breath.

Your hands were in his hair, tugging. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, rough palms against your lower back. Neither of you pulled away first.

But you both had to. Though breathless and slightly dazed, Izana kept his hands on you, like he wasn’t ready to let go.

“You’re mine,” you whispered as you danced your fingers around his silver hair. Others should be scared of what you’re willing to do to keep this violet-eyed menace. You’ll gladly decorate these streets with bodies. “You’re always gonna be mine right, Zana?”

He didn’t flinch. Just looked at you with that rare, unreadable softness in his eyes. “You’re the only one crazy enough to say it.”

“And you’re the only one who likes it.”

Silence stretched between you again, thick with heat, with something like comfort, like the calm after a storm you both created.

Then, with a faint smirk, Izana leaned in again, lips brushing your ear. “Next time you beat someone up for looking at me… at least let me watch.”

A light, dangerous, and far too delighted escaped your lips. “Deal.”

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A/N: Sooo... see ya?

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[macsimagines]

Boo How is it the Spooky Month and you asked for it I'll ask about Werewolf Mikey, Izana and Shinichiro

H A P P Y H A L L O W E E N

three pack alphas lmao and brothers

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, NSFW, FURRY???

Yandere!Werewolf Izana Kurokawa

He is head of his pack and fucking proud. Unchallenged, undefeated and unmated. For now. He's held out for years, he's had offers but none of them were good enough and if he's being very honest it wasn't all that important.

Until he met you. Stupid camper with her dumb friends, stinking up his land. He knew the local humans were smart enough to stay out, he knew that some influential ones had even made laws to keep humans out. But every now and again a dumb few would try their luck and go missing.

He's ready to just unleash his whole pack on them, he knows many were dying for some action and honestly he was looking forward to sinking his teeth into something that screams but then-

"Oh! Lookit the puppy!" are you serious? Izana has heard screams gasps and even a scared 'N-nice do-doggy-' but you were actually... baby talking him? "Ooooo! Big puppy! C'mere, lemme give you some scratches, who's a good boy?"

Izana humors you, bemused more than anything and just planning on sinking his teeth into your neck the moment you let your guard down but- you sure do know how to scratch.... You get all the hard to reach places and your fingertips are so soft when you massage just right behind his ears...

Ok, new plan. The nasty humans you came with need to go, but you can stay and become his queen... He needs his head scratches after all.

Yandere!Werewolf Manjiro Sano

Grew up surrounded by humans. Hated it. He was taught, or at least his family had tried to teach him to to live amongst the human populace, but it never suited him to hide who and what he really is.

So he goes completely feral, taking a group of young wolves with him and starting the Toman Pack in the surrounding forests. The people in town whisper about a demon wolf lurking in the woods and taking people that trespass or offend him, and he just finds it so amusing.

You don't listen to the warnings. You never have. He likes that about you. You're always in his woods, maybe you take pictures, maybe you just hike, or maybe you just wander the trails, but whatever it is that you do Mikey is always watching.

His pretty baby. You're so cute when you trip on stumps, so adorable when you hum to yourself, so vulnerable when you think no one is watching.

But Mikey isn't patient, he's an animal afterall, he goes after what he wants when he wants it. And the fear in your eyes when you see him, when you realize the rumors were actually true, makes him want to chase you all the more.

You put up a good fight... Not really, but it is comendable how hard you try run, how hard you try to hit when he gets on top of you, but don't worry baby, he won't bite. much.

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

He lives amongst humans and leads a pack that tries to integrate with them. Its hard. Its exhausting constantly keeping his own wild urges and the urges of others in check, but Shinichiro presses on and he does it all for you.

Not that he's proud of it, but he's been playing you for years because you think you've been feeding and taking care of the same GIANT stray black dog.

Its your own fault, having fed him all those years ago in his wolf form, having been so kind and loving, smelling so good. He fell in love the moment you pet his fur like he was some kind of lap dog.

And you've tried for years to catch him, he knows you want to take him home with you forever and love him. You've said as much. Once you actually got leash and collar on him and took him to your home.

He ended up living there a week with you, the best seven days of his life, but quickly came back to reality and released himself in his human form while you slept. It wasn't fair to his pack to be living in paradise, and it wasn't fair to you to be living a farce.

But don't worry, he's going to reveal the truth to you soon, and this time he'll take you home.