#kazushi yamagishi

[atarathegreat]

Wearing Their Glasses

ft: Rindou Haitani, Kazushi Yamagishi, Baji Keisuke, Hanma Shuji

Rindou never minded that you knew about his past, he felt that it brought the both of you closer, if anything. He understood that he was hard to readand hard to get along with, and maybe if you knew about his childhood and all the gang bullshit then you could work around who he was now. And for the most part you did. You rarely asked him questions since you knew he would answer them all no matter what mood he was in. He'd been honest about how many men he'd killed, how many hits he'd ordered, even let you go to work with him on days he felt would be calm. But this was crossing a line. "What the hell are you doing with those?" Rindou froze in his spot on the couch as you walked in, a pair of circular glasses perched on your nose. You looked cute in his old glasses, he'd give you that, but he also preferred that part of him stay hidden. Contacts kept him from looking like a nerd and he couldn't bear the idea that you might think he was cute in glasses. Especially those dorky ass wire rims. You smiled and poked them higher on the bridge of your nose, "Found them in the closet. Are they yours?" Of course they were his, and he knew that you were aware of that from the grin that curled your lips upward. The same grin he was glaring at as he slammed into you for another time, your soft giggles making him harder as he tried to forget how you teased him over the glasses. "Rinny, you look so cute." Another soft moan, another gentle touch that moved the glasses back to his nose. Why did he agree to put them on? He knew you would compliment him, and he knew he was a whiney bitch for your praise. Each panted breath and your words of so cute and can't believe you stopped wearin' glasses was sending his brain deeper into the fog. Rindou reached around you, his hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass to lift you with him as he kept burying his cock deeper and deeper. A blush dusted your cheeks, you were always so red by the time Rindou was done with you, and he wouldn't be done anytime soon if you didn't stop calling him cute.

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Each day was the same. Come in, handle business, leave. Kazushi wasn't anymore complicated than that. He didn't stay over, didn't pick up extra work and he never, never left his work unfinished. If someone else was dumb enough to slack off that was their fault and not Kazushi's problem to fix. Handling things had been made a little harder by the fact that he had left home in a rush that morning and forgotten his glasses, which also meant the drive home was a little slower than usual as well. Kazushi's vision wasn't impaired too badly, but he did like to see what the street signs said before he blew past them. Getting to his destination safely was something you had always jumped his ass for. "Bikes are dangerous, Kazushi!" And you'd throw your arms in the air, "If you don't slow down you could crash, or lose control and the end up smashed under some car tires!" You were a bit on the dramatic side to him. But, this was also the man who'd been riding bikes since he was in middle school, be it he was a passenger or the driver. "Babe, can you grab my glasses?" He called as he stacked his shoes by the door, "I left them this morning." The very last thing he expected, if it could even be on his list, was you trotting around the corner with what he wanted sat on your pretty face. "I wore them a bit today." Had you always looked at him with such big eyes? Kazushi didn't care to try and answer that question, not when your cries were so perfect from him folding you in half. Your breasts bounced in tandem with each of his thrusts as he fucked himself into you roughly. Kazushi chuckled as his glasses slipped down your nose, so he fixed them for you, "Keep these on, pretty girl, and keep those eyes open."

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"You must be really blind if you need glasses to study." You were making fun of him again as he glared at you over his glasses. The way you laughed was enough to make him take them off. Baji just wanted to get his work done the right way, that's the only reason you were there, to help him since he couldn't grasp the math. He knew he'd made a mistake going to college, especially once you managed to wrap him around your pinky finger so tightly he couldn't breathe. "I'm kidding, Baj!" You whined as he threw the glasses across his bed, only succeeding in making them fall between the wall and bed to hit the floor, "You didn't have to do all that." He cursed at the work in front of him. Baji really didn't want to do any of the fucking work, and he'd risk failing the class again if it wasn't for Chifuyu helping pay for the damn classes. "C'mere." When had you crawled onto his bed? You were bent on all fours with your hand stretched to reach for the lenses. The sight of your ass wiggling in the air as you struggled to grab what you were reaching for made his cock ache. And it certainly didn't help when you dropped them on your face and sat across from him. "Get over here." Baji tied his hair back, kicking the table to the side. "The math-" "Can fuckin' wait. I said come here." He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the sight of you riding him naked, but now he at least knew that it was ten times better when you had his glasses on. "So fuckin' gorgeous f'me." His hands dug into your hips as he made you grind on him, "Don't let those come off your nose, not even for a single fuckin' second." Baji was aware of the fact his voice alone was driving you crazy, he didn't have to reach down and pinch at your clit, but he wanted to watch those pretty eyes roll back into your empty head as his cock bullied your insides.

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Hanma didn't care to be subtle about what he wanted from you, even in public. You knew you were in for it if he was slipping the arms of his glasses over your ears, his slender fingers being extra careful as he tucked a strand of hair with them. Had you not worn that dress he liked oh-so much, you probably would've been fine. But no. You had to tempt him, had to want his attention that was undivided with everything Tokyo Manji was doing. "Look at you," He drawled, sounding more bored than anything as he lazily pumped only the head of his cock into your sex, "greedy little thing you are. So busy worrying about my dick and not enough about me." You had already fallen apart from his tip alone, your muscles clenching around him each time he moved into you in an attempt to make him want more. He did, and you knew he did from just how hard he was, how swollen he felt moving through your folds. A loud yelp sounded from you as he slapped your clit, "Open eyes, sweetheart, keep sucking me in and I might give you what you want."

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

[trashymichi]

yam of gishi

[beeing1alive]

Turning on the Tokyo Revengers boys without knowing it p.t. 5

f.t.: Takemichi (Takemichi Hanagaki), Akkun (Atsushi Sendo), Takuya (Takuya Yamamoto), Makoto (Makoto Suzuki), Yamagishi (Kazushi Yamagishi)

Warning: Nsfw content, minors do not interact

Takemichi:

Immediately gets hard when you get angry or generally dominant

It just turns him on indescribably the way your eyes sparkle and the way you turn your face into a serious expression

Then immediately becomes submissive

Of course he tries to calm you down and solve the problem first

But then he tells you that you look hot when you're angry and asks you if you could fuck

Akkun:

Loves to see you when you come out of the shower or bath and gets rock hard

The way beads of water still run down your naked skin

When you come out in just a towel or his shirt

And how your body and hair smell fresh like shampoo

He could go crazy

Makoto:

You don't actually have to do anything to turn him on

He's hard all the time either way, because you just turn him on in everything you do

He just gets off knowing you're there, the way you exist is enough for him

No matter what you're doing, you could just be lying on the couch watching TV

And he'll suddenly come up behind you and press his hard cock against you

Takuya:

He's a sweet bean and also a bit shy

He gets incredibly turned on when you get confident or dominant

The look in your eyes when he knows you're going to get your way, just with your confidence

It makes him really weak

But he also doesn't know how to tell you he's horny, so he just hopes you'll notice

Yamagishi:

He has an incredible praise complex

As soon as he realises that you are praising him for his own achievements and work

Will freeze for a second because his brain needs a second to process what you have just said

As soon as the information has filtered through to his brain, he feels himself getting hard

He just can't help himself, he wants to please you so badly

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[k1ngarlo]

Tokyo Revengers Moaning Audio

Would they send a moaning audio? Ft. all characters. A/N: All characters are in their timeskip ver.

Yes, it'd all be manly grunts as if he's fighting himself: Draken, Baji, Hanma, Osanai, Kiyomasa, South, Mochi, Pah, Peh, (and Kisaki if you're Hina), Yuzuha, Taiju, Grandpa Sano.

Would block you instantly: Izana, Inui, Yuzuha, Emma, Taiju, Muto, Kisaki, Benkai.

"Just wait for me to come home, ;)": Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Mikey, Rindou, Angry, Shinichiro, Kakucho, Hakkai, Kokonoi (even if you guys are platonic, he's either joking or down), Tachibana siblings.

Would screenshot and send it to their other gc laughing. Takeomi, Smiley, Senju, Ran, Makoto.

Would read the text from the other gc and send you a moaning audio: Wakasha, Angry, Takuya, Naoto.

Would read the text and send one with fake moans: All the Sano siblings, Naoto, Takemichi (he'd be pressured to do it. It sounds like he's in pain), Yamagishi, Draken, Sanzu, Ryusei,

Yes, and it'll sound heavenly, with either wet noises or of your bed squeaking, it's a perfect blend of whatever you like: Wakasha, Angry, Takuya, Takemichi, Shinon, Kazutora, Kojiro

[luvvictoria]

hi i wanted to send you another ask i really like your content i wanted a smut from yamagishi kazushi x female reader the reader calling him to take a shower and you have sex in the bathroom

Strangers

+ pairings. yamagishi kazushi x f!reader

+ tags. explicit content , age gap , smut, p in v, idk bro

In the bustling heart of Tokyo, nestled between gleaming skyscrapers and neon lights, stood a quaint little bar named "Whispering Melodies." It was a place where time seemed to sway to the rhythm of jazz, a haven for those seeking refuge from the city's relentless pace. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and cigarette smoke, a faint haze dancing around the dimly lit corners. The walls were adorned with black-and-white photographs of jazz legends, their eyes seemingly watching the patrons as they whispered secrets and shared laughter.

Yamagishi Kazushi, the bar's enigmatic owner, moved with a grace that defied his towering frame. His sharp features, framed by a neatly trimmed beard, and piercing gaze held an allure that drew people in. As he slid a perfectly crafted cocktail across the polished mahogany bar to you, the female reader, your eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between you. It was a look that spoke of shared experiences and unspoken desires. The chemistry was palpable, setting the stage for a night that would soon spiral into uncharted territory.

The music grew louder, the conversations more hushed, as the evening stretched into the early hours of the morning. The bar had become an intimate sanctuary, the outside world fading away with each clink of ice and swirl of the mixer. As the last customer stumbled out, leaving only the two of you in the dimly lit space, Kazushi leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's take this somewhere more… private," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

Without waiting for a response, he led you through a hidden door behind the bar, revealing a staircase that ascended to his private quarters. The tension between you grew with each step, the anticipation a tangible force that seemed to propel you upward. At the top, a small, dimly lit bathroom beckoned, the steam from a recent shower still clinging to the air. The stark contrast between the public space and this intimate retreat sent your heart racing.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Kazushi's demeanor shifted. The calm, collected bartender was replaced by a man driven by passion. He pinned you against the cool tiles, his hands exploring the curves of your body with a hunger that was both thrilling and overwhelming. His lips found yours in a kiss that was as fiery as the whiskey you had shared, leaving you gasping for breath.

The sound of running water filled the small room as he turned on the faucet, the steam enveloping you both. He guided you to the shower, the heat of his touch searing through the thin fabric of your clothes. The water cascaded over your bodies, mixing with the sweat of desire as your clothes clung to your skin.

Kazushi's hands traced a path down your back, his fingers deftly unhooking your bra. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, forgotten amidst the crescendo of your pulsing need. He whispered sweet nothings in Japanese, his words as tantalizing as the sensation of the water on your skin. His hands found your breasts, teasing and caressing until you moaned into the mist.

The shower grew steamier as your kisses grew more urgent, your bodies entwined under the warm spray. He lifted you with surprising ease, your legs wrapping around his waist, and pressed you against the shower wall. The coldness of the tiles sent a jolt through you, heightening every sensation as he entered you.

The world outside the bathroom ceased to exist as you lost yourself in the rhythm of his body moving against yours. The sound of the water was the only music now, punctuated by your gasps and his gruff whispers of pleasure. The water streamed down your faces, mingling with the tears of ecstasy that rolled down your cheeks.

In that moment, you were no longer two strangers in a bar. You were lovers, bound by a connection that transcended language and propriety. The intensity of your union was reflected in the droplets that clung to the shower door, creating a mosaic of your shared passion.

As the night grew darker, the steam in the bathroom thickened, the air heavy with the scent of desire. Each touch, each kiss, was a promise of more to come, a silent vow that this night would not be the last time you danced in the whispering melodies of passion.

With a gentle nudge, Kazushi adjusted the showerhead, redirecting the water's flow to massage your back as he continued to explore the landscape of your body. The sensation was exquisite, the pressure of the water mixing with his touch, sending waves of pleasure that washed away the last remnants of hesitation. Your hands roamed his chiseled abs, feeling the power beneath his skin, the warmth of his body a stark contrast to the cool tiles.

His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he tasted the salt of your skin. You arched back, allowing him access, the warmth of his breath fanning the flames of your desire. His teeth grazed your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The water pounded against your skin, a rhythmic backdrop to the symphony of your entwined bodies.

The shower floor grew slick with the mixture of water and soap, but you didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you, the connection that grew stronger with every thrust. The tension grew, tightening in your core like a coiled spring, until it snapped. You cried out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, pulling him under with you.

Kazushi's grip tightened, his movements becoming more urgent as he chased his own release. His eyes never left yours, the depth of his passion mirrored in the dark pools of his gaze. And when he finally found it, his growl of satisfaction echoed through the small space, the vibrations resonating through you.

The two of you clung together, the water beating against your sated bodies. He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The steam had painted your skin with a fine sheen of moisture, making you both glisten in the soft light.

Slowly, the water grew cooler, and reality began to seep back in. But the connection you had forged in the steamy embrace of the shower was something that neither of you were ready to let go of just yet. As you stepped out, wrapping yourselves in plush towels, the promise of more nights like this one lingered in the air, as tantalizing as the scent of whiskey and jazz that still lingered in the bar below.

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[the-chikyuu-times]

[countlessimpossibilities]

Sukeban AU South, Yamagishi and Izana

[vincent-4ever]

Dating you is like a song ♡

! Not requested !

gender neutral reader, fluff, sfw, kinda angsty for the first two

Small fanfic since I can't sleep, all characters from Tokyo Revengers

In which they remind you of a song

Characters: Chifuyu Matsuno, Yamagishi Kazushi, Souya "Angry" Kawata, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Takuya Yamamoto, Atsushi "Akkun" Sendou, Baji keisuke, Kazutora Hanemiya, Izana Kurokawa, Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani

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Chifuyu Matsuno, Yamagishi Kazushi, Souya Kawata, Kazutora Hanemiya, Izana Kurokawa

"I know I'm not your favorite, but I like when you say it, I don't need you to be my girl"

He's completely hopelessly in love with you. He knows that there is a chance that you may not, or maybe even never feel the same. He doesn't mind that, as long as you're around him that's enough for him. Although sometimes he swears the way you look in his eyes you feel the same, but at the same time the thought of you not liking him back pains him. To him you're so beautiful and perfect, and he's just a delinquent. :(

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Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Takuya Yamamoto, Atsushi "Akkun" Sendou, Baji Keisuke

"I don't need no light to see you shine, it's your golden hour"

He thinks that everything you do is perfect. The way you dress, the way you're so kind to everyone, the way your smile lights up the room, the way you try to find the good in everything, the way you were honest, the way you were kind to him, the way you play with his hair, and the the list just goes on. He cannot think of anything more perfect than you. Is he ever gonna tell you this? No. He's to scared of rejection, but believe me he will once he gathers the courage so give him some time!

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Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani

"We stayed up all night and slept til noon, it's so nice to wake up next to you"

His way of showing affection is through gifts. He loves giving you gifts that he knows will make you happier. Whether it's a teddy bear, or a shirt you were looking at last week, he remembers the kind of things you like and want. He loves seeing the joy on your face. You insist he really shouldn't spend all this money on you, but he insists right back that it's not a big deal and that "you'll never have to get him anything else because your smile is enough"

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Hey! I haven't uploaded fanfic in a while because I've been super busy. Requests are open, and if you requested and I didn't write it, please request again because I didn't see it I'm so sorry!

Rebloggs appreciated

[n4n4uu]

King Without a Crown.

Y‘all know what I hate about my writing? That I make my drafts way too fast paced and have to write them all over again💀

<< Chapter 2

Later that day, you took a shower, did your hair, sprayed on your favorite perfume, and applied a bit of makeup to hide your eyebags, eyebags that apparently don’t exist to others.

You remember how Hinata and Senju had told you countless times that they don’t see them, and they seemed genuine about it.

But whenever you look in the damn mirror, a corpse stares back at you.

Now, you’re in your car, driving to the Sano household while playing ‚Judge Judy’ by Tyler, The Creator, singing along to the lyrics.

„I’m into body rubs, bondage and-“

You abruptly turn the music off as you park near the house.

Reaching over, you pick up the small box containing Emma’s gift, a matching jewelry set. The necklace features a delicate pink heart charm, and the earrings are golden heart hoops. You had managed to buy them quickly, barely glancing at the price, which, in hindsight, was a bit careless.

Sure, you have enough money to buy plenty of things, thanks to your paintings and being a DJ, but money disappears fast and comes slow.

Still, you think to yourself, ‚Nah, the price was worth it.‘

As you walk down the empty sidewalk, you shiver slightly. It’s already dark, and despite trying to dress up without freezing your ass off, you know that later, when you're DJing at the club, the heat and suffocation will make layering up a bad idea.

You settled on a knee-length denim skirt, snug but not restrictive, hugging your figure perfectly. Paired with it are fur-lined boots, warm yet stylish. Underneath your brown coat, you wear a simple white shirt.

Then, suddenly, a thought creeps in.

‚Did I even pack my Lactase tablets?‘

Panic flutters in your chest as you quickly open your small purse, rifling through its contents. Your phone. Wallet. Car and apartment keys. Emma’s gift.

And finally, your Lactase tablets.

A breath of relief escapes your lips as you step up to the Sano household’s front door. Pausing for a second, you raise your hand and knock three times.

After a short moment, to your surprise, Rindou opens the door. You stare up at the male with a blank expression.

He runs a hand through his blonde hair with blue strands as he looks at you, making no move to let you in. „You stole my spot as the DJ.“

You click your tongue and roll your eyes, nearly turning your face to the side because of how annoyed you already are. „I didn’t do shit. Emma wanted me as the DJ, and today is her day.“

„Still,“ Rindou responds, almost pouting. „Can you ask Emma to give me the spot as the DJ? I’ll give you 30 bucks.“

‘Am I tweaking?? Is he pouting?’ you think, looking at him with an annoyed expression. „The price is too low. And I’m not going to decline Emma’s wish.“

„Fine“ Rindou sighs, about to move away from the doorway but stopping as he looks at you again. „Open your coat and do a 360—“

„Rindou, move out the way,“ you cut him off, already losing your temper without having stepped into the house.

He complies and actually made some space for you. You walk into the house, only to be immediately pulled into a bear hug by none other than Emma herself. You wrap your arms lazily around her waist as you bent down a bit to her height. „Happy birthday!“ you exclaimed, your annoyance starting to fade.

As you two pull away, you notice her ice-blue satin dress that hugs her body well, yet it was elegant. It fits her perfectly, and you couldn’t help but blurt out without a second thought as you take off your coat, not noticing how Kokonoi, who sits on the couch with Shion beside him, had his jaw drop at the sight of your figure. „Wow, you’re beautiful,“ you say.

Emma’s face lit up, and she twirls around, practically beaming. „So do you!! I’m so glad you came. Tonight, you, me, Hina, Senju, and Yuzuha are going to shine like the hotties we are!!“

You could only smile as you hang up your coat. You grab your purse and take out the small box, handing it to the honey-blonde girl. „Here. Your gift.“

Emma’s smile drops; she already knew it was jewelry. Her face lit up again as she pulls you into another hug.

‘Okay, Winnie the Pooh,’ you think as you pat her head, while your other arm is lazily wrapped around her waist. You weren’t one to be very affectionate with people, and you’d never been. That didn’t stop you from hugging family or friends back, though.

Shinichiro’s voice rings through the house. „Everybody, come eat!!“

You visibly jump at his sudden and loud voice, causing Emma to laugh at you.

Eventually, everyone gathered in the dining room, but not everyone fit at the table. Draken, Takemichi, Yuzuha, Hinata, Senju, Mikey, Izana, Shinichiro and you stayed in the dining room, of course.

Baji and Chifuyu were leaning against the wall in the dining room and eating there, as well as Pah and Peh. Smiley, Angry, Hakkai, and Mitsuya were in the living room with the Haitani brothers, Kokonoi, Shion, Kakucho, and Sanzu.

The food was good and definitely satisfied your hunger. Everyone was conversing with everyone. You gave occasional comments and somehow got into a full conversation with Shinichiro about your paintings.

The cake arrives, and it is time for Emma to unwrap her gifts. You sit across from Izana, between Yuzuha and Takemichi.

„So, [Name], how’s the DJ career going?“ Izana questions, his voice dripping like sweet honey, but you know damn well this man is anything but sweet.

You wipe your mouth with a napkin before leaning back into the chair, glancing at Emma, who’s very focused on her gifts. You’re only watching to see her reaction to your gift when she gets to it. „I’m not really doing it as a career, but it’s going well.“

Izana hums, resting his elbow on the armrest of the chair, his face propped up by his palm. His smile is sinister, almost mocking. „Heard you’re very good at keeping your hands busy.“

You snap your eyes to Izana’s purple ones, already disliking the way he’s wording things. Mikey, who’s unusually quiet, glances at him before his dark eyes shift to his little sister at the head of the table. You respond, keeping your composure. „Yeah, I guess. People have told me I’m a great DJ.“

„Oh, I bet.“ He muses, a glint in his eyes that makes you question what he’s really trying to get at. „I’ve heard some people just have a natural talent for rhythm. Picking up the pace when needed, huh? Getting the right grip and the right movement.“

This time, you furrow your brows as you side-glance him, then turn your whole face to the tanned male. Takemichi beside you shifts slightly in anxiousness, seemingly the only one noticing his weird behavior. Mikey glances at Izana again, this time actually paying attention to his older adoptive brother.

Emma is too engrossed in her gifts to notice anything. Everyone else at the table, and even the others from the living room who have gathered in the dining room, seem oblivious to what’s going on.

„It’s all in the fingers,“ you say, grabbing your glass of water and taking a sip.

Izana leans in slightly, his smile widening as if he can sense the discomfort building. „Well, I’ve always heard it’s all about how you handle the pressure… the right amount of force, the right timing,“ he says slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. „I’m sure someone like you knows exactly when to apply it… or when to let go.“

You furrow your brows, your expression hardening. „I know when to let go if I’m trying to get under someone’s skin.“ You reply, absentmindedly swirling the water in your glass. „H-hey, maybe we should just—“

You cut poor Takemichi off, not taking your eyes off Izana’s purple ones. „What are you trying to get at?“ you ask plainly.

That’s one thing Izana can’t decide whether to dislike or like about you. You’re straightforward and rarely beat around the bush, almost as if you’re not scared of him, which makes him want you to be scared of him in the worst ways possible.

He could beat you up or have you beaten up by his subordinates, break your bones or have you tortured, or make your life a living hell in seconds. Or he could set you up for rape.

But he doesn’t do any of that. You’re Emma’s and Mikey’s friend, if he were to, he’d have angry siblings to deal with, and he doesn’t have the energy for that. Shinichiro would be mad too, and Izana is a bit afraid of Shinichiro‘s wrath.

Izana’s grin widens slightly, his cheek resting against his fist, making him look rather ‚cute‘, you think. But his eyes gleam with mischief, something that screams I know something.

Emma’s joyous voice pulls you two out of your small conversation.

„[Name], this is so cute!!“

You snap your head toward Emma, eyebrows raised, before a smile stretches across your lips. You watch as her eyes practically glow with joy while admiring the jewelry set you bought her.

She immediately put the jewelry on, checking herself in her pocket mirror. Then, she opens another gift, this one from Draken. It is a pink teddy bear.

“Thank you, Draken, I love it,” she murmurs, pressing the plush toy close to her chest.

Draken only responds by pressing a kiss to her cheek, making her blush. A chorus of „aww“ erupt from the girls. You simply watch with a small smile.

“I wonder what Mikey got you,” Izana muses out loud, dragging his fork across his plate before putting a bite of leftover cake into his mouth.

Emma snaps out of her admiration for Draken and looks over at Izana, who is sitting near the end of the table. „He said it’s something big and that I’ll get it later. It’s supposed to be a big surprise.“

Izana hums in acknowledgment, watching as Emma turns her attention back to her teddy bear.

„Something big? Probably not the first time someone’s getting something big from him.“

His tone is light, casual, but there is an underlying meaning, something laced beneath his words.

Your eyes flicked to Izana instinctively, only to realize he is already looking at you.

Your face remaines blank. Looking at him was the first mistake, you couldn’t afford another by reacting to his words.

Takemichi let out an awkward laugh. „W-Well, knowing Mikey, it’s probably something cool, like a bike or something.“

Emma is too engrossed in unwrapping another gift, a purse from Senju. „Oh my goodness! I was actually thinking of getting this exact one. How did you know?!“

Senju shruggs. “I guess I just have a feeling for these things.”

Sanzu chimes in, “That’s also from me, by the way. It should say from Senju and Sanzu.”

Senju only rolls her eyes.

Izana ignores Takemichi entirely, his gaze flickering back to Emma.

„It could be something hard to handle. You need to be prepared for a big present,“ he says, still scooping the last bites of cake from his plate.

Then, as if offhandedly, he adds, „Always nice when someone gives you exactly what you want. Makes things smoother.“

His eyes slid back to you, fingers lazily tapping against the table.

„Funny, I get the feeling you don’t struggle with that either.“

Your brows furrow. You wanted to say something, but Mikey beat you to it.

„Izana.“ His tone is low, a subtle warning.

Shinichiro is looking at Izana, too. He has a smile on his face, but you knew him well enough to recognize the silent message beneath it, Shut up.

„I’m just making conversation,“ Izana shrugs, his eyes flicking briefly to Mikey before settling back on you.

„Right, [Name]?“

You narrow your eyes, tilting your head back ever so slightly, as if you were looking down on him from a throne. The glass of water in your hand felt cool against your fingers as you deliberately set it down on the table. You took your time, letting the silence stretch just enough before finally responding.

„Right. Just a conversation.“

Your voice drips with sarcasm, sharper than intended.

short time skip

The steady purr of your Porsche 911 Carrera 4 hums beneath you as you drive through the city streets, the glossy pink hood reflecting neon lights from passing buildings and traffic signals.

The streets are alive, cars speeding by, pedestrians laughing on the sidewalks, the occasional sound of a distant siren, but inside your car, it's just you and the Haitani brothers, who have made themselves way too comfortable in the backseat.

You hadn’t planned on driving them. Hell, you weren’t even supposed to be in your own car right now.

Originally, you were supposed to ride with Izana, Emma and Mikey. But Izana, being the absolute asshole he is, refused. No real reason, no excuse, just a flat-out "No."

Emma protested. Hard. She argued with him, insisted he was being difficult for no reason, but you waved her off before it could turn into a full-on fight.

"It’s fine," you had told her, and it was. You didn’t actually care. If anything, you preferred it this way.

Takemichi and Hinata still went with them, while the rest of your group either drove themselves or caught a ride with someone else.

And then there were the Haitanis.

They had their own cars, their own options, but the second Ran caught sight of yours, he made a big show of throwing his arm over your shoulder and grinning down at you.

"Let us ride with you, [Name]. You wouldn’t leave us all alone, would you?"

You almost said no. Almost. But then Rindou, standing beside him, shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, and you figured you didn’t actually care enough to argue.

Now, here you are.

The music playing through your speakers is low and rhythmic, something with a mix of jazz and hip-hop beats, smooth but rich with bass. The city lights glide across your windshield, casting fleeting colors across the dashboard.

Ran, who had been lazily stretched out in the backseat, turns to his brother. "Oi, Rin, you know the movie White Chicks?"

Rindou barely reacts, watching the blur of city lights outside his window. "Yeah. Why?"

The traffic light ahead flicks from red to green, and you smoothly press down on the gas pedal. The Porsche moves effortlessly, eating up the road with a quiet confidence.

Ran lets out a hum, then grins. "I feel like those black dudes dressing as those two girls."

You glance at him through the rearview mirror, brows raising slightly. "Just because you’re in a pink car?"

"Yeah. This is so girly, I love it."

Rindou huffs out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You're an idiot."

You scoff, your lips twitching in faint amusement.

The music shifts, blending seamlessly into the next track. The Porsche glides through the streets with ease, the hum of the engine filling the spaces between conversation.

Even though you're just driving to Shinichiro’s high-end luxury club, you already know this night is going to be longer than you expected.

You arrive at the club and park your car in the lot. Rindou was already out of the car, while Ran has to wait for you to get out. He couldn’t exit until he folds the seat. The three of you made your way toward the entrance, the sound of bass pounding through the air even before you step inside.

The exterior design screams luxury, with colors of pink, purple, and blue illuminating the old architecture, reminiscent of a cathedral, but far from holy.

It is an unholy place, with bodyguards at the entrance and a long line of people waiting to get in. The sound of music was deafening, even from outside.

The bodyguards let you in without a second glance, clearly recognizing the Haitani brothers, who hold some power in Roppongi.

You tune out the brothers as you walk down a hallway, swerving around people going in both directions. The hallway itself was lined with vitrine displays of statues, women, naked and posed provocatively. Their cold beauty seemed more like a lure than art, luring people in to commit acts of sin.

As you pass the leather curtains, held open by another bodyguard, the heat of the club hit you like a wall. The music immediately fills the space, and the air is thick with the smell of sweat and alcohol.

Ran positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. His slim fingers brushed against you, the silver rings gleaming in the dim light. His braids brush your neck, and his chest presses lightly against your back. His breath lingers near your ear.

Rindou leads the way up the stairs, his broad shoulders partially blocking the view.

The club is a scene of chaos, people dancing, bumping into each other, girls twerking on guys, others kissing in dark corners.

The bass vibrates through your chest as the song blared.

„How much do I not give a fuck? Let me show you right now ‘fore you give it up“ Kanye West, ,On Sight.‘

You catch Rindou bobbing his head to the beat as you follow him up to the foggy, neon yellow-lit stairs, the bodyguards moving aside to let you pass.

Ran pulls away from you, grinning. „Enjoying the music, Rinnie?“ He teases.

Rindou shot him a quick middle finger.

[starlightshadowsworld]

The Mizo Middle Five who may have been saved from Kiyosama but weren’t ever the same.

As their leader Akkun walking in front to so that if anyone tried to jump them he could give them time to run. There’s a knife in his pocket he don’t hesitate to use.

Yamiguchi keeps a detailed and up to date account of all the gangs in the area. So that they all know the places to avoid, uniforms to be wary of and also notes down safe routes.

Makoto uses himself as a distraction. He’ll make a racket and even flirted his way out of situations. He puts a whole spectacle to pull the attention from his friends to himself.

Takuya carries a first kit on his person at all times. He knows how much his friends stand up for him when things are rough. So he’s always there to patch them up.

Takemichi is the first to throw himself into the fight. He’s their unbreakable wall who shields his friends from harm.

They all stay close, fighting alongside each other no matter the odds. They have all been used and abused by those older and stronger then them.

And they don’t let any of the others suffer anymore.

[atarathegreat]

No Nut November Tokyo Revengers 2

ft: Takemichi Hanegaki, Takuya Yamamoto, Atsushi Sendo, Makoto Suzuki, Yamagishi Kazushi.

Takemichi really was trying to participate with his friends, trying to beat Makoto at least, since he doubted that pervert would make it long. But you were drunk and giggling, promising that you'd make it up to him if he simply let you taste him. Giving him head was okay, but you wanted more. Needed more. And you refused to only taste the precum he let you lap at like a starved kitten. He wanted to protest when you went further, but damn if the way your throat tightened didn't make him grab your head and fuck your mouth himself.

As a pharmacist, Takuya was a respected member of the community. But what he was doing to you was downright uncivilized. You'd teased a little too much, and now you were getting to learn the hard way. With a vibrator pressed firmly to your clit, Takuya occasionally moving it to watch you squirm, he used his free hand to jack himself off, squirting his cum over the little toy as if it were lube to keep you from being rubbed dry.

It hardly takes Akkun two words to empty out the VIP area in the club. "Hike that dress up and come have a seat." He's already got his cock free for you to climb over. He knew you wanted him all day, the way you watched his every move. It wasn't his intent to leave you needy, the sweatpants were something he always wore. But here you were, all day, practically pawing at his dick for the attention. So, he would give it to you. "There you go, love. Done begging?" Akkun drank his alcohol and watched as you made a mess of the both of you.

Makoto didn't even try. He hoped he lasted longer than Takemichi, but he didn't. You hadn't even done anything to him, just making breakfast when he came in and decided that you looked too good not to shove his erection down your throat. You'd get what he owed you, but right now he was focused on himself.

As if Yamagishi isn't absolutely balls deep at every moment. He lacked sexual attention until he had you, like, he's taking whatever he can get as far as he can. He'll hold off on his orgasm just keep those lips around him, he'll fuck you so slow just to feel every little squishy part of you. You think he gives a fuck about NNN? Hell no. He's bangin'.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

We've got a bunch of new character visuals which have been released for the stage play!

[trashymichi]

IT’S DONE!!!! JOYUS DAY!!

[kuuchuuburanko]

takuya being teased by two lesbian baddies and weird childhood friend #2

[yujin-wkb]