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tokyo revengers textposts starring: multiple characters!
nb. again. still the same characters cause i can<3
#— a post ?! 💤#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers spoilers#kisaki tetta#tetta kisaki#hanma shuji#shuji hanma#haruchiyo sanzu#sanzu haruchiyo#sanzu#baji keisuke#keisuke baji#hanemiya kazutora#kazutora hanemiya#yasuhiro muto#muto yasuhiro#yasuhiro mucho#mucho yasuhiro#tokyo revengers memes#tr memes#tokrev#tr#textposts#textpost#tokyo revengers headcanons#hankisa#nahoya kawata#kawata nahoya#souya kawata
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Tragic, monopoly night gets banned in tenjiku
#i wonder why#I forgot i didn't post this here lmao#How could i#Tumblr is literally my shitpost art reign apparently#tenjiku#tokyo revengers#tokyorev#tokyorevengers#izana kurokawa#kakucho#shion madarame#ran haitani#rindou haitani#mucho yasuhiro#sanzu haruchiyo#kanji mochizuki#NOBODY WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT I TAGGED THE WRONG MOCHI?!???#Betrayal#Go to monopoly jail
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Title: This is my honeymoon
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Pairing: South x Izana's little brother
Warnings: arguing, mention of dieing, and protective older brother Izana.
(Name) winced when he felt his fiancée's shoulder dig more into his stomach. "Honey Bear, you're starting to hurt my ribs with your shoulder." (Name) sighed in relief as he was moved into a bridal carry which made him snort. Considering he had just accepted his boyfriend of 3 ½ years marriage proposal.
(Name) moved his white bangs out of his face and stretched up. Lavender eyes met angry Lavender eyes and (Name) sighed. His brother and his gang members had tried sabotaging the proposal and that led to this moment.
"IZA-NII CALM DOWN!" (Name) called out to his older brother figure. Izana and Kakucho had instantly added (Name) into they're family when he arrived. Only to later find out (Name) technically is Izana's brother. Which made the older VERY protective of him.
"I'LL CALM DOWN WHEN HE'S DEAD!" (Name) frowned and wrapped his arms around his fiancée's neck. "Honey Bear you might want to speed up. Kaku is running full speed ahead." The taller male nodded and threw his head back with a laugh. "Groom running away with his bride coming through!"
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(Name) smiled softly as he slow danced with his new husband. He leaned against the warm chest and sighed happily. Although, the happiness didn't last long, when his groom was ripped away from him. Izana took the others place as the music sped up. Curtesy of his new DJ Rindou. (Name) grumbled softly.
"Iza-nii you need to stop. I'm a grown and now married man! Besides South can protect me too you know!" Izana frowned and glared in the direction of the other groom. Not wanting to admit that his little brother actually married the man. "Well I just want to spend time with you before I can't anymore."
(Name)'s frown softened. He had almost completely forgot about that. (Name) was moving in with South and they had bought a new house on the other side of Japan. So (Name) wouldn't see his brother and their friends too often anymore.
Ran who was dancing with Kakucho behind them tapped Izana's shoulder. "I just found out from Kakucho here that the house was in fact for sale. So we had Kokonoi buy it." Izana perked up and smirked in the semi raging South's direction as (Name) groaned loudly. He really couldn't catch a break could he?
~BONUS~
(Name) happily leaned against South's chest. They were drinking champagne on the balcony of their Honeymoon sweet in the Philippines. Everything was perfect. Was is the keyword.
"WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?! OI MOVE YOUR HAND OFF HIS ASS YOU PERV!?" (Name) snapped his head to the hotel across the street and sure enough his older brother, Kakucho, and all their friends were standing on the balcony. Most were staring at him with binoculars.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" "WHY ARE YOU PANTLESS?!" "IT'S MY HONEYMOON?! WHY ELSE WOULD I BE PANTLESS IZANA!" The two siblings aruged across the street. Nobody noticing the marching Kakucho who had a new mission. 'Retrieve (Name) before its too late.'
(The others in Tenjiku while (Name) and Izana are arguing across hotels)
#male reader#x male reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x male reader#tenjiku#tenjiku x male reader#kanji mochizuki#haitani brothers#mucho yasuhiro#shion madarame#kokonoi hajime#south terano x male reader#south terano#terano south#hitto kakucho#kurokawa izana#rindou haitani#haitani ran
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No, no, because Mucho's death.
Aside from the obvious part of being killed by the very thing you raised that people - rightfully so - focus on, what about the other tragic aspects of it?
Mucho got released before the rest of S62 - because of his good behavior, because he's an exemplary inmate ig - and that kills him.
He dies because he goes out alone, because he was well-behaved. And that's not the worse because that'd be too easy if that was the case.
Honestly, S62 most likely doesn't like juvie (pretty sure nobody does, even if & because that's where they met Izana and he's not even there this time around. They came back here because Izana cannot come back anymore.) so it's not surprising Mucho got out as soon as he could; but they also went to juvie by their own volition and they most likely don't want to be separated again. But Mucho got out as soon as he could.
Because there were other people waiting from him outside - Toman which he had to apologize to, Sanzu of course, and also Kakucho who was waiting alone for S62, suffering alone about Izana's death while S62 had each other.
Mucho got out because he had to apologize, make amends, and find Kakucho fast after S62 learnt he made it alive.
But he got out alone, vulnerable, trusting.
I don't think he thought Toman forgave him; but I think he was at peace with what happened during Tenjiku. Losing Izana hurts a lot but he knows what remains and he's determined to right his wrongs, to work for a better life. And he trusts, and he's loyal, and he loves, and he didn't see that coming.
He got out because he loved. Toman, S62, Sanzu, Kakucho - everything. He got killed for it, too.
And Kakucho? If he exchanged letters with S62 in juvie - I don't know, but he caught on the fact Mucho died (and at Sanzu's hands). He had had to learn which day Mucho got released on and the fact nobody saw him afterwards. That there was maybe one person who would care enough to pick him up. And one person who would resent enough to get rid of him.
Mucho wouldn't just follow anyone, wouldn't let his guard down near just anyone and would also not disappear like that.
Mucho would have find him. Mucho should have find him.
He should've been the one to pick Mucho up
And that adds to Kakucho's depression during this time S62 spent at juvie - because he lost Izana and he lost Mucho and he's all alone to deal with it. Once again, he's alive and his loved-ones are not and he's too tired of history repeating itself.
#i love mucho sm i should talk about him more#hes too perfect#me when characters are loyal to a fault and it causes their demise:#me when characters are torn apart by their duty and principles:#me when characters have strong morals:#if only you knew how pissed i am at the lack of fics under mucho & kakucho tag on ao3#also: idk how south felt when mucho left - considering he let him go but also he probably wanted to keep him under his orders?#mucho yasuhiro#tr mucho#tokrev mucho#muto yasuhiro#kakucho#tr kakucho#tokrev kakucho#s62#tr#tokrev#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev#and with that im going to sleep
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Sanzu vs Smiley ft. Mucho (somebody save this man)
#nahoya kawata#tokyo revengers nahoya#tokrev nahoya#smiley kawata#sanzu haruchiyo#sanzu icons#tokrev sanzu#akashi haruchiyo#tokrev mucho#mucho yasuhiro#tokyo rev#Tokyo Revengers#TokyoRev#anime#Bonten#souya kawata#sano manjiro#Takemichi Hanagaki#Illustration#Digital Illustration#tokyorev headcanons#tokyorev spoilers#tokyo rev fluff#tokyo rev fanart#anime art#Anime Chibi#kawaii chibi#chibiart#digital art#digital drawing
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Mucho trying to fix Sanzu be like
#he just looked at this kid and was like get him some cheesecake stat!#tokyo revengers#tokrev#tokyo rev#haruchiyo sanzu#mucho yasuhiro#tokyo revengers spoilers
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Ran's "Crazy Gf"
Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader
This takes place during the Tenjiku time line. A small bit of fluff cause I can't help it. Implied(but very subtle) black reader.
Just scenarios in which y/n is being "Rans Crazy gf"
Warnings: Reader being crazy, cursing, violence, threats ,weapons(?), a little toxic but its only once
"Ran, your girlfriend is fucking insane bro."
Rindou was the first to notice your 'crazy tendencies' when he walked in on you threatening Ran with a knife. Ran was just laughing as you had a knife to his chest asking about his earlier whereabouts. "If you take another step, I will stab you Rindou." You said without even looking his direction. He took your word and stood there and watched in curiosity and a bit nervousness. He didn't even know you were here.
"Like I said, where. were. you. today." You asked while staring directly at Ran. "I told you, I was smoking with Mucho and Shion." The taller replied. "Bullshit! You don't like Shion and Mucho doesn't smoke! Plus, you not even high!" Ran's lips parted but closed again as he couldn't say anything. He sighed and grabbed your hand. "Fine..I'll show you where I've been all day.." He dragged you to his car and opened the trunk. You screamed in excitement and immediately started crying. He had a (insert whatever you want really bad) in the trunk with a card and some balloons.
"Today was our anniversary and I had to go pick it up from the post office, but I ended up being there for hours because its so slow running, and they had only two people separating everything" He said looking at you with a smile, a genuine smile and not his usual cricked smug one. You drop the knife, that his feet barely dodged to hug him. He exhaled with an airy chuckle and hugged you back.
"So why were you in my house again?" He asked. "Oh yea! Anniversary remember?" You started speed walking back into the house as he followed, after picking up the knife, he followed you too his room and you were waiting at his door. You step aside and let him open the door himself. You had balloons, rose petals and a bouquet of flowers waiting on his bed. " Happy anniversary Ran!!" You shouted with a smile. "I love it, thank you.." He said before kissing you.
"How do you keep getting into our house.." Rindou asked from behind the two of you. He was questioning why his brother was so okay with his Girlfriend basically breaking in. And holding him at knife point. "Ran leaves his window open a lot. Very dangerous honestly, a psychopath could break in anytime! " You exclaimed with a huff. Rindou stared at you blank faced. He sighed and walked out of the doorway.
"Let me out of this car!!"
You and Ran were arguing while Ran was driving. In the back seat sat Kisaki and Hanma. Ran was giving them a ride across town but the argument had started before ya'll even were halfway there.
"No y/n, you always do this shit!!" He yelled while keeping his eyes on the road. "Oh so you and all your lil' friends can be in a gang and run the streets but I can't talk to the mf that tells you what to do?? You always acting like a bitch I swear!" You yelled as you sat back in your seat. "You need to mind your business!! There was no reason you spoke to him?!" He yelled back. "He literally said Hi?? Was I supposes to be rude and not say it back?" You shouted as you looked at him. "Yea??? You never care about being rude to others so why now?!" He yelled back as the car stopped at red light. He glanced in his rearview mirror and Hanma smiling as if he was trying not to laugh and Kisaki looking out the window trying to ignore the awkward situation. "I don't know why it matter so much to you but you need to calm down before you shit yourself over something so small." You said in a low tone as you rolled you eyes. He was being immature and stupid over something as small as a simple greeting. "I don't know why you constantly insist on meeting him, constantly try and talk to him when you pick me up from meeting and shit." He said as he pulled off as the light turned green. "Why are you so upset over it?? I've met damn near everybody else in Tenjiku so why is Izana so different?? Why are being such a bitch about it??!" You yelled back. "Why do you want to meet him so badly?! You must want to fuck him!? Is that it y/n?! Do you want to fuck my boss like the whore that you are?!" Ran shouted as he slammed his hand on the horn.
Now that hurt. That your own boyfriend would say something like that. "Take it back." You said lowly. "no, cause you obviously want to and you know you do that why you haven't defende-" "Take it back or I'm going crash this car." You cut him off mid sentence. Kisaki and Hanma both perked up at this. "Yea right, sit back and get over yourself." Your eyes were blown wide and you were shaking with hurt and anger. "Ran fucking Haitani, take back what you said or I will crash this goddamn car!!" You said with a bit of a growl in your voice. He rolled his eyes and sighed. You let out a small, airy chuckle before reaching over to the steering wheel. You swerved the car and it almost went off the road before Ran pushed you and got control of car again. "Are you crazy?!" He yelled at you. "I don't know Ran am I??!"
Kisaki and Hanma were holding onto whatever they could as you kept screaming at Ran to take back what he said. "Bro just take it back!!!" Hanma screamed, although he loved a good thrill he did not feel like getting into an accident because of Ran and his crazy ass girlfriend.
You grabbed the steering wheel and swerved the car again repeating "Take it back!!" at the top of your lungs. Hanma and Kisaki were gasping for air in the back. "Let me out of this car if you won't apologize!!" Kisaki shouted. Ran sighed and took a hold of your hands in one of his. "Y/n, I'm sorry for what I said and take back everything."
Although it sounded sincere, you weren't fully convinced but it calmed you down enough to sit back in your seat. You turned to look out of window and was silent the rest of ride there. After Hanma and Kisaki were dropped off the two of you talked everything out and got food. Hanma and Kisaki were officially afraid of you and question Ran's choices.
"Halloween"
Halloween night, Shion decided to have a halloween party. Ran had two problems with this, 1. you wanted to go and 2. costumes were required. He hadn't dressed up since he was a kid with Rindou and he hated staying up late. The two of you were going as pirates, your idea of course. You made the costumes mostly by yourself. Ran of course help his girlfriend with her DIY project as much as he could.
The day of the party arrived and you and Ran went to the party after watching movies all day to pass time. You immediately greeted Shion who was basically your best friend at this point. Ran rolled his eyes but stayed next to you as Shion filled you in on everything that has already happened. After you two finished talking he went to go to the bathroom. You and Ran your way to the circular couch in the middle of the living room. You find Izana, Hanma, Sanzu, Mucho and Kokonoi talking. The two of you greeted everyone and sat down.
After talking for awhile you decided to go get you and Ran some drinks. You talked with Mochi a bit while getting the drinks and started walking back after saying your goodbyes. Your mind goes blank as you see some random bitch trying to talk to Ran. He is showing clear disinterest as the others scoot away from the both of them. Kokonoi notices you from a distance and decides to take his leave. Izana is smiling, he's heard stories of you being 'crazy' but has never actually seen you act 'crazy' so he wanted to see what would happen. You pushed the drinks into some random girls hand as you marched your way towards the random girl and Ran. "oh dear.." he said under his breath as he saw you coming. You politely tapped her shoulder and when her head whipped around your eye twitched. "Can I help you?" She asked with an attitude. You exhaled lowly and started," uhm, he has a girlfriend so you should save yourself the trouble and get on somewhere." You asked with a smile. "And where is she exactly?" The girl asked. "You're looking at her." You're smile dropped as you looked at her. "If he's with you he can't be happy." The girl said and rolled her eyes. Ran started to sit up but was pushed back down by you. "excuse me?" you said, blood starting to boil. "you heard me, ugly." The girl said. Ran blinked and the girl was on the floor. Mucho watched in shock still keeping his stoic attitude, Sanzu lifted his feet onto the couch and Izana watched wide eyed and excited. Hanma got up and stood behind the couch with nervous smirk. "Sorry, I don't think I heard you bitch, what!?" You said as you grabbed her face in your palm. "Get off me bitch!!" The girl said as she tried to push you and your hand off of her. You grabbed someone's drink from the floor and poor it into her face, basically almost drowning her with it. "No, say it again!! What the fuck did you just call me!? Do you want me to fucking shoot you?? Do you?! Cause I will!!" You shouted, grip on her jaw getting harder. You slapped the floor next to her and her eyes welled up with tears. "Don't fucking cry now!! You wasn't crying when you called me ugly!! Or when you flirted with my man were you??"
"G-get off of me!!" The girl stuttered and tried to push you. "Nah what you crying for?!" You dipped your hand in someone else's drink and used it to smear her makeup everywhere, "happy Halloween bitch.." You stood up and walked towards the kitchen to wash your hands, Ran and Izana followed you silently. "Sorry that ya'll had to see me like that...I know I went too far." You said lowly as you washed your hands. Truthfully, you didn't care what they thought. you enjoyed every second of it. "god I am so in love with you." Ran said as he hugged you from behind and kissed your cheek. "First, ew. Second, Y/n that was fucking amazing!! You made her cry so easily?? You should join Tenjiku honestly!!" He said as he got close with a crazy look in his eyes. "Me and you are basically twins at this point! Plus you're a great fighter already!!" He shouted with a smile. You stared at him and broke into a smile. "I should join Tenjiku, huh? Okay yea, sure!! We really are similar huh??" Ran sighed, he knew he couldn't change your or his mind on this.
"Welcome to Tenjiku!! Officially!!"
This was fun to write
I really hope whoever sees this enjoys it as much as I did while writing!!
Please give feedback and criticism!!! It helps me out a LOT and is greatly appreciated!!! Request always open!!
#ran haitani#ran haitani x reader#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev#tokyo revengers#crack fic#i was bored#crazy gf#jealousy#izana kurokawa#mucho yasuhiro#haruchiyo sanzu#shion madarame#hanma shuji#kisaki
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i really fucking NEED Muto Yasuhiro to fuck me like this
AHHHHHHH
such a big and fucking strong man being soothing and compassionate while fucking
🥴🥴🥴
🥴🥴🥴
#tokyo revengers x male reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo rev#tr smut#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revenger smut#tokyo rev smut#tokyo rev x male reader#tokyo revenger x male reader#tokyo revengers#muto x reader#mucho tokyo revengers#toyko revengers x male reader#muto yasuhiro#yasuhiro muto#mucho yasuhiro#muto smut#mucho x reader#🥴🥴🥴🥴
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I wanted to share the tokyo revengers funnies I've made since getting into it earlier this year (target ad kisaki credit to @strwbrry-lemon who has also witnessed all of these come to life)
Ft one of my cats in the Peh meme
#tokyo revengers#taiju shiba#mitsuya takashi#izana kurokawa#muto yasuhiro#mucho yasuhiro#hakkai shiba#ken ryuguji#draken#peh yan#ryohei hayashi#kisaki tetta
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who are the most underrated tokrev characters and why am i obsessed with all of them?
#tokyo revengers#tokrev#mizo mid crew#makoto#yamagishi#takuya yamamoto#akkun#sendo atsushi#madarame shion#mochizuki kanji#pah chin#peh yan#mucho yasuhiro#chonbo#chome#choji#there’s probably more that i forgot tbh#idk i just love underrated characters too much#especially if they’re random ass background characters#south terano#forgot him!! ugh#not taiju tho i hate his guts <3#vv sorry won’t judge you if you like him (well. depends on why) but personally no fucking thank you
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I ended up analyzing Pah and Peh's death to reconstruct the events AT 4AM BECAUSE IT WASN'T LETTING ME SLEEP so i'll throw here my notes for whoever might be interested
-Pah was standing next to Hakkai, there's tension, and wanted to pick a fight with him
-Peh wanted to pick a fight with Koko but Inupi replies he'd fight against him for Koko
-before the conflict everyone was standing up already
-Muto doesn't like in-fights and as soon as it's said there's a traitor his mood changes and becomes dead serious
-Mitsuya missing could've been brought up as suspect by BD with Smiley Pah and Peh defending him
-there's clearly an old toman vs old BD beef going on since some time
-The blood behind Pah and next to Hakkai's chair could be implying that Pah was stabbed in his back, starting the fight (that CAN'T be a headshot's blood, so it definitely was from a back injury). The headshot was the final hit when he couldn't fight back, he possibly have been kicked to the floor in the corner (hence the lack of dripping blood from sliding against the wall)
-Peh was coming from the right, probably thrown himself in front of Pah to shield him (arm on his shoulder), Pah's headshot came after Peh's death
-Muto's chair on the floor implies that he attacked (Peh? He was right next to him and a nuisance, in the context they were Muto wouldn't refrain from fighting him both for causing an in-fight and for insubordination. If Hanma were to order to killl him, he would obey without questions)
-If that's the case, Smiley could've been in a difficult situation having to side either with his friends or with Muto (they were very close and always watching eachother's back, often fighting together) and it may have delayed his response to the fight
-There's blood on the floor at Muto's right so Smiley might have tried to stop him and get hit
-Smiley might have been attacked by Hanma too. There's too much blood on their side of the table. He could've also been injured badly and he blood going toward the exit might be his (Dragged outside? The track is messy, might have opposed resistance. Probably killed later and elsewhere as the last problematic member of old Toman)
-Peh coming from the right could be because of him attacking BD from the left side of the table while Muto was fighting with Smiley
-All the chairs from where Koko and Inupi were sitting are missing indicating that's where the bigger fight had place (Koko, Inupi, Peh, Pah and Hakkai)
-That's the timeline where Hakkai killed Taiju so it's highly possible he used weapons aiming to kill (knife in Pah's back, highly possible the gun shots in Peh's back were also from him)
-Pah's headshot might be from Hanma putting an end to everything before leaving (Gun shot from the left, unlikely from Muto and very possible from Hanma while Muto was dealing with Smiley)
-Peh defending Pah against BD could've cause them to switch places and Pah getting surprised at his back (Likely from Hanma) and being attacked + kicked in the corner triggering Peh's reaction and causing him to be shot in his back there times while he was trying to shield Pah
AND I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW IT ALL POSSIBLY HAPPENED IN FRONT OF SMILEY AND HOW HORRIBLY HE MIGHT ENDED UP RIGHT AFTER THAT LIKE
ALL THE ORIGINAL TOMAN MEMBERS WERE BEING KILLED IN THAT TIMELINE THERE'S NO WAY HE WAS SPARED, WITH THE ONLY EXCEPTIONS BEING MUTO AND TAKEMICHI ONLY BECAUSE HIS ASS WAS SAVED BY KAZUTORA AND I JUST WANNA
#MothTalks#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers spoilers#anime spoilers#nahoya kawata#hanma shuji#mucho yasuhiro#pah chin#peh yan#hakkai shiba#hajime kokonoi#seishu inui
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Title: Sweatpants
Fandom: Tokyo Revengers
Pairing: Izana x Haitani! Male Reader
Warnings: fluff, wholesomeness, there isn't any perverted about the blind fold, I swear.
(Name) should've been more suspicious when his brothers came in all smiling happily with a damn blind fold.
He shouldn't have immediately let them blind fold him.
Especially if he'd had known it'd lead to this point in time.
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Kurokawa Izana. (Name)'s boyfriend of going onto 5 years. Was kneeling in front of him on the old dock they had started their gang so long ago. With a ring that was so beautiful it had stolen (Name)'s breath away.
"(Name) I never knew what actually love and affection had felt like. Until you came into my life. Beating me up for your brothers and stealing more then just my money and bike keys that day. So I want to keep you by my side for the rest of our lives. So Haitani (Name), would you do the honor of becoming mine forever?"
There was hoops, whistles, and cheering coming from behind them. (Name) couldn't remove his gaze from his boyfriend. Wait no. His fiancé.
(Name) through tears nodded and let Izana put the ring on his left hand. He smiled and kissed Izana softly. So happy in that moment. Until he remembers how he's dressed compared to his fiancé who is wearing a three-piece suit.
He snapped his head towards his brothers and their friends and practically screamed at them.
"I'M IN SWEATPANTS?!"
His oldest brother laughed joyfully with a few friends.
"YOU'RE DOING GREAT (NAME)!"
"SWEATPANTS DAMMIT!"
Izana chuckles then noticed something. "Is that where my hoddie went?" (Name) groaned in embarrassment.
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Ran patted his pockets before turning to Rindou. "Hey do you have your keys? I must've left them when we came to get (Name)." Rindou huffed and rolled his eyes and reached into his hoodie pocket and froze.
That night, both of the older Haitani brothers had to sleep at one of their friends' houses that night. Since neither had noticed (Name) stealing their keys when they hugged earlier.
#male reader#x male reader#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x male reader#izana kurokawa#kurokawa izana#izana x male reader#kurokawa izana x male reader#ran haitani#haitani brothers#haitani ran#haitani rindou#rindou haitani#tenjiku x male reader#tenjiku#kakucho hitto#hitto kakucho#kanji mochizuki#mochizuki kanji#shion madarame#madarame shion#mucho yasuhiro#muto yasuhiro
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AU where Sanzu goes to juvie with S62 after Kanto incident
57 dead, 63 injured
#you know - ignoring the angst itd be so fucking funny#tokyo revengers#tok rev#tr#tokrev#s62#sanzu haruchiyo#mucho yasuhiro#muto yasuhiro#tr sanzu#tr mucho#tokrev sanzu#tokrev mucho#tagging mucho bc itd be sanzus main problem to have to put up with lol#mucho still gets out earlier than the rest and sanzu gets stuck with the haitani shion mocchi and bonus south#im wheezing#sorry sanzu this is too funny#good ending: mucho doesnt die!#sanzus brain gets fried before he can try lol#koko still doesnt get caught bc he fled the murder scene early#sanzu was too busy helping mucho stand#sanzu 'what am i doing here pls get me out of here' haruchiyo#sanzu 'regretting his life choices' haruchiyo#sanzu 'how long do i have to keep the act' haruchiyo#sanzu 'this is torture. i am being purposely harmed rn' haruchiyo
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My personal Tokyo Revengers Ranking 😊
Who is your favorite?
#tokyo revengers#rindou haitani#ran haitani#akashi haruchiyo#tr sanzu#tokrev kakucho#tokyorev izana#wakasa imaushi#mucho yasuhiro#hanma shuji#kisaki tetta#tokyo revengers mitsuya#tokyo revengers chifuyu#baji keisuke#mikey sano
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all is said and done before doomsday comes ; s62 x fem!reader
—it’s no secret that tenjiku brings misfortune to all those whose red fabric bleeds onto their skin. before the dooming tragedy crashes upon all of your closest friends, you indulge yourselves in a night where all limits break, tasting what once was forbidden to them.
warning — smut (mdni) ! gangbang, sub!reader, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f & m receiving), orgasm denial, double penetration, anal, dacryphilia, squirting, lots of cum/spit/tears, creampie, praising, body worship, overstimulation, size kink, reader’s eyes are covered at one point, 69, mating press (?), some of them are filthy little freaks and others nasty little shits, kakucho not invited bc he was 14 at the time, got a master’s in dickology i guess bc never have i ever described so many with such detail, there’s probably more i missed idk
wc ~ 9.6k
note, this. this is what i bring to the function. the inability to write porn without plot, always shoving in feelings everywhere.
part i. my heart for thought.
the day before the fight between tenjiku and toman, all men close to you meet up for dinner at your apartment. a tradition dear to you ever since they were boys, with so much anger on their cupped hands spilled in the violence that filled their every desire. yet, not a single drop ever splashed onto you, their touch soft albeit drenched in murderous blood.
paths crossed after stumbling upon their formation, running away from a crowd of high school boys —at the time way older and bigger— you were the reason for their first conquest as tenjiku. a bond forged with the vivid red of your hearts’, the black of the darkness that surrounds them and the white of the ray of hope you offer.
ever since then you’ve been friends, the closest ones could ever be. your heartbeats merged; a yearning for your warmth naive. presence leaving traces of heat on their cheeks, some dark red much like their uniforms.
however, time passes, and before you now stand men. knuckles bruised and innocence gone, viciousness part of their hearts along with the thirst for a bigger power. and even then, a big chunk of their hearts and souls has never left your hands, having them crave more strongly —never understanding what they even wanted.
also having grown with them, with each year your fear has only grounded itself further. roots wrapping around your feet and having you stay put as the world they have constructed opened itself to you. screams laced in agony and tears reflecting sadness, you were aware one day those sadistic grins would perish. the thought eats you alive night and day, in your nightmares and dreams.
it wasn’t the loneliness that scared you, but the idea of losing the blood that pumps your heart. romantically, there’s nothing (or so you say); despite that, the strings that connected you to them are thicker —tough to break and more tense than they have ever been.
so tense they could come undone and tie themselves back up to a bond that’s even mightier. but nothing can make them crumble, you are sure of it.
“i don’t want you guys to fight tomorrow.” you leave your words to hang in the air, washed in the scent of loitering takeout boxes, steam circling around them.
outside, the vast darkness is splattered by dots of light. not following a pattern, entangled in their dance, two stars farther than the rest. in the wide crystals that separate your group from the cold winter night, calmness is reflected.
you barely whisper, but their attention is always on you, so to them it was as loud as a scream. a plead for tranquility to finally settle, heart stripped to vulnerability.
“why the hell not?” shion retorts, although his tone isn’t mad nor pissed off. eyes on you, like they’ve always been, feasting on your pouting lips.
he keeps the head shake to himself, chopsticks navigating through his food to keep his mind occupied. nevertheless, the plopping sounds coming from the boxed noodles have him swallowing down an invisible lump in his throat.
“have a bad feeling, dunno.” shrugging, you mumble, dulcet to combat shion’s unconscious roughness. a gesture he silently thanks, chest constricted inside of him.
not having touched the food tonight, your hands rest in heavy fists on top of your thighs. your stomach mocks you, feasting on the concern that drops upon it, twisting in giddiness that makes itself painful to you. the living room’s icy kisses bring you shivers, its presence heavy.
when the younger haitani scoffs, forcing you out of the mortal trap that are your thoughts, you notice the piercing ache in your head from your harsh wrinkles in between furrowed brows. you don’t want them to misinterpret your worrying for anger —not that they would— the curve they form now more upset.
“nothing will happen.” rindou waves your fear off with a lazy hand from his place in one of the couches. the smile he gifts you gives a tender hug, so joyful and relaxed. “as long as you’re alive, none of us could ever think of leaving you.”
they don’t need to say it out loud; they all agree.
on the other hand, you offer rindou a smile of your own. it’s nervous, trembling while it holds itself up, but ravishing in his eyes. swimming in a vivid purple, his pupils grow bigger, lights reflecting a desire for your wellbeing —a desire for you.
his words can do wonders, and while it may be just for a short time, you can proclaim there’s been an instant tonight where you’ve felt everything would be alright. the world sure wasn’t ending tomorrow, not when that same world declares it won’t. no matter what, all because of you.
yet it’s all in your eyes, wide and averting. the terror has taken over you like a parasite, taking more than sweet words to get rid of.
“yeah, we’re plenty strong!” mochi exclaims, his grin triumphant. arm lifted, he flexes it with pride to which shion rolls his eyes, but the short snort you utter makes it worth it. “what, you don’t trust us?”
your eyes broaden even more when you hear his dejected question, his smirk fallen into a disappointed frown. you shake your head, rapidly so. trusting their strength; with your heart in their hands, you don’t want it to suffer.
throughout the years, the bond that connects you to them has proven to be ever growing. your mind, body and soul as much of a part of them as your own. same for them, who have given all of those to you when all you knew were their names. if it were to be severed, something within you would die, and if it happened to morph into a more passionate craving —one none of you answer to nor understand— you’d fear for the unknown future, and the growth within your heart.
“it’s not that, i’m ju— just—“ you don’t mean to stumble upon your words, the same way you don’t want them to think you can’t leave fate on their calloused hands. taking a deep breath, you gulp. “just—“
but your words are deep in your chest, unable to get out. your gaze glistens, honing onto your fidgeting hands, blinking any trace of the soon to come tears. the bad omen only makes its presence more evident to you, poking its ugly tongue, invisible to anyone else in the living room. it’s real, vivid, and it makes you—
“scared?” it’s mucho who completes your train of thought in your stead, always listening to your heart, inviting him to the confines of your mind.
he’s never needed many words, his gaze hungry for the knowledge of you. and when you nod, answering his query, his expression relaxes. although only when your terror has truly subsided, will he rest peacefully.
“i’m terrified.” you confess, the moon at its highest peak in the darkest sea. voice thin, breakable with a simple touch.
they loathe it, your distress. a stab to their hearts even when someone else’s fright pumps it back to life. to them, that was love, caging your fragile heart in their arms so that their backs take all the damage.
a hushed promise is shared between all of them, one to save you from that dismay, no matter what it takes or how it’s done. it’s sealed, and so is the night’s fate.
there’s shuffling, muted steps silent against the floor below. in front of you stand a pair of black socks, looking up to come across the diminished violet hues of izana. a deep color honed in violence, shining with anger that once glimmered with joy. ruined by the big heart of who he thought was his brother, so eager to bring up mikey to the life they shared —their secrets, their bond, broken by the youngest’s toothy grin.
alas, you haven’t been tainted by his ill-fated hands yet, secured by his own presence. his hand, small but grounding, delicate despite how many punches it has thrown at the world around him. all blood is cleaned, resting on your thigh, caressing your skin.
an electrifying touch, much like the others’, having you sweat. heat on your face, heart hungry, but you’ve never given it much thought. you’ve always loved them, willing for the emptiness of your body to fill itself with yearning so as to not sacrifice what was carefully built.
izana speaks in gentle promises and strong declarations. he doesn’t sugarcoat what’s intense, allowing it to crush whoever hears him, wanting his love to be known. you know they do love you, but the blind eye you all turn to when it comes to the dissatisfaction of your desires will always yell louder.
“we love you, so much.” more than you could know, the silence completes, unheard.
you find the hidden words with ease, nothing will happen to us, he says, and what izana says, goes. but they are blind to the scythe in the middle of the room, itching to spin around and take its next victim. and you know, between you and those whose red jackets bleed, the result will always be one of them.
“enough to drop the fight?” you counter, your decisive frown challenging them. deepening once izana gives a slow shake of his head.
“enough to refuse to die.”
his response isn’t as reassuring as you would have liked, no matter how deep his words puncture. he gives your flesh a firm squeeze, eyes widening at the tight grip on your thigh.
clearing his throat, he turns back to his place on the couch. a small smirk, concealed as triumph when all it really shows is satisfaction. actions given out to make you forget the disappointment due to his answer.
you sit there, missing the warmth of his presence; the contact on your skin. cravings come back up, like bile stuck to your throat. you need to keep it away, as you have always done.
gulping, you focus on the clock’s ticking. small conversations are carried out between them: shion’s obnoxious laughter and rindou’s childish chuckles, the serenity of mucho’s presence, mochi’s boyish pride, the veiled kindness izana attempts to hide or ran’s attentive listening that you know makes him caring —even though he sometimes uses all he knows to poke fun at them.
you love tenjiku, even kakucho, who couldn’t be there tonight. his spot is empty, unoccupied, chopsticks untouched on top of the table. you don’t care, keeping him close to your heart as well.
“i’ll protect them, always.” mumbling, ran’s lips curve up into a smile full of fondness. adoration sparkling the hyacinth tint of his pupils, capturing the memories of the people he treasures for himself.
your own smile engraved on his mind forever, one he makes sure will always stay that way. along the light in your eyes, never dimming despite their company. you make them forget what they are, and what friends would they be if they don’t return the favor?
dinner ends when the moon is at the brightest peak of her journey. between indistinctive chatter you all clean up, the suffocating smell of food consumed by the strong winds from the ajar window.
goodbyes happen as they have done ever since the beginning. strong hugs that last longer than usual this time, pressing you closer to them, some hiding the goosebumps caused by your nose against the side of their necks. others decant for kisses on your cheek, lips so different but exuding the same elation —the exact same passion that burns you from the inside out.
the door opens; you wish for this night to keep going. a reckless dream that should have been more precise.
“i love you guys.” through wobbly words, you manage to say in a flimsy voice. stare avoiding theirs, and lips pressed together tightly. “thank you, for being in my life.”
you blink, trying to dry off your watery eyes. back of your hand wiping them, getting rid of any trace of tears. your heartbeat quickens its pace, moving its way up to your throat, unable to add anything else.
but you turn to them, fear aside, wanting to take one more look before the inevitable happens. and when you do, you come across their gaping mouths and reddish blushes, their hearts going so crazy they are just as speechless. something was different, less friendly; more intricate.
it’s shion who breaks the silence, knowing that if any of them were to touch you now, what would happen could break what was so carefully tied together. they hated to fight against what they wanted, but they could never win if it meant for everything to crumble to pieces.
the world was so unfair, depriving all of you of the purest of loves, and the night to seal it off.
“you’re gonna make me blush, cutie.” shion smirks, more a grimace than anything else, turning around to walk towards the elevator. with an aching heart and disappointment, the others follow his lead too.
“yeah, he’s gonna have to go home quickly to beat his meat in peace.” mochi snorts, their backs to you, leaving you to listen to their forced chuckles.
“oh shut the fuck up! you don’t want me to start talking.” threat dangerous enough to have mochi’s mouth shut, you dread for the moment the elevator arrives. maybe it’s for the best, as all fun has now turned sour, frustrations hard to hide in each and every expression.
you loathe this departure, the bad feeling hugging you so close you choke on your misfortune and the emptiness in your body and soul. no choice but to sit back on your couch, loveless and alone, dreading for horrible news you are sure will end up coming true.
the elevator dings, doors opening wide. before they close, all of them spare you one last look, blended in sadness and failure, for your fear persists in your shaking figure and your pleading eyes. maybe they should have kissed you so hard, you have nothing on your mind but that. filling your thoughts with each of them, helping you sleep, doing whatever it takes. but they can’t do any of that.
after all, you’re just their bestest friend. a step they’re satisfied standing in, or they convince themselves they are, at least. but has there ever been someone to stay in the middle of some stairs, waiting forever for something to happen, not making their way up themselves?
the elevator closes; so does your door. the spare key still in its place inside the potted plant by the entrance.
part ii. my body for dinner.
your bedroom welcomes you with a cold hearted hug, having you wrap your arms around yourself. the huge windows make way for the night painted in streaks of melancholy, the city below so lively; you so dejected.
giving your bed a single glance, you can already tell sleep won’t be coming tonight nor tomorrow. your love is laughable to you, shy and unwilling to make itself braver, sticking to comfort.
what’s so comforting about the loneliness you are doomed to drown in? where no helping hands remain alive to pick you up, having no choice but to join the men you love in death?
tonight will be full of these thoughts, you know that, yet they still hurt. each a stab to your body, a mockery at your soul. every ounce of positivity you try to get out of your system mere carnage to them. it had to be today, you should have crossed that line that unconsciously formed.
allowed them to come closer to you. much like shion’s calloused hands and their cold touch creeping up from behind you, covering your eyes and whispering close to your ear.
“boo!” you shriek, shoulders tense as you jump up in place. however shion’s hold is tough to get rid of, pulling you closer to him without coming across his chest. he wouldn’t have bitten back the moan that was sure to happen.
he laughs, everybody joining right after. you take a deep breath, huffing through their laughter with a hand to your chest. though you don’t want to admit, your heart’s elated at their appearance —at the fact they have come back for you.
“shion, what the hell’s your problem?” it comes out louder than intended, shrill and angry. to them, it’s obvious you don’t mean it. your brows furrow, scowling at the group of men you can’t see. “and why did you guys come back?”
when shion’s lips lean closer to your ear, hot breath fanning the side of your face, your voice falters. the question dies out, tongue starting to dry. you have to suppress the filthy little sound you almost let out when he nibbles on your earlobe.
“you knew it was me?” you gulp when his voice turns deeper, lowered to a darkened pitch that you are ashamed to admit has gone down to your core. room growing hotter. the icy loneliness dissipated the moment they all walked back in, and even so your nipples are erect against your top.
you want to blame it on the cold, but you aren’t fooling any of them with that excuse. instead, you try to turn the situation around, gaining control and drawing another line.
“you didn’t answer my question.”
“you didn’t answer his.” bold as ever, izana takes the control off your hands unapologetically so. previous fondness gone, reserved in his heart for his full desires to let loose. at least, it’s what they all promised to do before clicking your floor’s button again.
deciding against remarking that you did ask first, you take one last deep breath. it’s filling and calming, not easing your erratic beating but doing wonders to clear your head. you don’t know what to do, having them all on your side, a stupid line long forgotten. is giving in to them your best choice?
or rather— is what you have always wanted the best choice?
with your next answer, soft spoken and sincere, you have erased any chance of such a line existing again. the fate of the night has been set, written in the stars watching behind your windows. destiny promised to the moon, gifting all of you the pleasure you’ve been seeking for.
“of course i know it’s him. i know each and every one of you.” because you love them, and because they love you so much too, they’ll help you without a doubt. in the nastiest way they can, but they’ll keep that to themselves.
for a brief second, shion’s hands leave your face to have you see them all. with barely any time to register the image of their eager eyes and hungry mouths, you are grabbed by the aforementioned and pushed to the bed, where you are now sitting on his lap. hands back to your eyes, nerves corrupting your mind.
biting back a whimper when your ass inevitably bumps into his clothed crotch, you notice shion’s breath staggers as well. it’s not too evident yet, but you know his cock will turn much harder, the wet kiss he gives your nape leaving a trail of goosebumps down your back.
you press your thighs —already close together— much harsher. the friction isn’t helping, but you don’t want shion to feel your throbbing cunt at the thought of what could happen. of what is sure to happen.
“we know you’d be awake tonight, still scared of us dying.” izana’s voice, under the sturdy curtain of playfulness, carries heed. their eagerness however, mixes in to give the atmosphere a knot of tension that must be undone. forming for years, but so fragile. “we want to help you forget, for you to relax.”
he doesn’t specify how they’ll do that; you don’t want to ask either. their response comes in heavy footsteps, a presence stopping right ahead of you, breaths heavy and fervent. then, your own breathing halts, leaning towards the anticipating uncertainty.
a hand is tamely placed on your cheek. huge, with big long fingers, and cosy, making you lean your head towards his hold. touch mild despite the brutality you know it unleashes, but you bathe in the traces lit up with craving fire as it slides down your face. moving down towards your chest, where a single finger circles around your covered boobs, crossing to your nipples to play with their hardness. his thumb joins to pinch one, your muted moan silenced by shion’s groaning at your ass’ moving.
“do you know who’s touching you now?” the latter wonders, tone low and full of need. through quick breaths he regains his composure, but his straining cock calls for your pulsating cunt so desperately.
unknown hand making its way below, it stops right above your clothed pussy. with its lone force he parts your legs apart, giving light slaps to the thin fabric of your pijama. you hum, leaning your head back to shion’s shoulder, legs making more way for the hand to go deeper.
it does, taking the hem of your pants and sliding them down to your ankles, where you make quick work to get rid of them. your panties are on full display, the darkened spot from your arousal a feast for their eyes. his lone finger once again slides against your underwear, the damp circle having the boy licking his dry lips. meddling with your entrance, but never quite entering, you want to beg him too, so badly. thought scrapped when his finger presses through to the wet mess that is your sex.
“yasuhiro…” you whisper, a primal want dressing it as a throaty moan leaving you to shudder in place. the mention of his first name, uttered so airily, sends blood rushing straight to his cock, giving an angry twitch silenced by his pants.
whining when mucho’s finger leaves your arousal, moving up to the hem of your panties, it singlehandedly pulls them down. legs moving to aid him in taking them off, letting the cool air be the first to taste your naked folds, covered in shining slick as it begins to clench around nothing.
“you want us that much, it’s good to know.” mucho declares, underwear pending on his index finger as he shows it to the rest, too distracted on your bare wetness. he discards it somewhere across the room, the sound of his voice so sensual to your growing impatience. “we want you so much, too.”
easy to tell by your dampened shoulder, where shion has let out a glob of his drool at the sight of you. fully hard cock pressed against your bare ass, rubbing your plump skin as he swallows all spit from his hunger. you don’t care, clenching your jaw at the absence of attention at yourself, your hands still as you know it wouldn’t be enough.
“such a beautiful pussy, so wet and needy.” is all mucho says before leaving your side, having you want to cling onto him and pull him closer with your wrapped legs. nevertheless, a new pair of hands rest on your thighs, just as big but way softer. tender skin well taken care of, rubbing your flesh near your core.
he’s graceful with his ministrations, long fingers ghosting over your clit. it’s easy to tell who carries himself with such elegance, dainty hands so curious yet sure of what to do. confirmed when his tongue licks its way up your cunt, lapping at your slick folds and sucking the plump flesh.
his tongue penetrates you, curling around to reach every spot it can get. you convulse around him, his insatiable mouth never getting enough of your slit, taking all the juices he can get. you wrap your legs around him, imprisoning him to your pussy. being barely able to register shion’s questioning, so eager to get an answer out of you.
“do you know who’s eating you out? can you tell?” you don’t say a word, poking your tongue out as you can only let out strangled noises. muttered cries for more, drool falling out of the corners of your lips.
your lack of a response isn’t welcomed. the confirmation of who’s hungrily devouring you coming when his pointy nose flickers your clit. choking your sobs at the tightness on your lower stomach, so willing to come undone as you buck your hips into his face —a feeble try to ride his big nose.
“oh—fuck!” you cry out, hearing the braided man slurping on your slick. cunt pulsing, begging for something more to fill it with. hands to the top of his head, ruining his perfectly combed hair with your grip. “ran, it’s ran!”
and for a job well done, he leaves your pussy unattended to give your clit a thankful kiss, resounding in the silent room. you hate it when his strength is much more than your own, pulling away from your hold. all the buildup inside you for naught.
shion’s tongue moves fast to wipe out your saliva, cleaning your lips and replacing the shine with his own. offering a chaste kiss to your cheek, at the same time that ran licks his lips with a content sigh.
“tastes so good, could eat her for hours.” he tells the rest. savoring the flavor of you inside his mouth, he gathers what is left around his lips and nose.
without much time to prepare for what’s next, as everyone in the room has grown eager to have you, your body writhes from the disturbance of a thick, prodding finger inside your cunt. walls squeezing the single digit, unmoving, a victorious grin on the man’s face at the spectacle you offer by thrusting your hips into his finger —fucking yourself with it.
shion’s breezy moans in the background don’t help his case in having the voice of the group. recomposing himself from the implacable grinding his dick receives. this time, he stutters, his hold on you turning frail. he doesn’t sound so cocky now, restraint crumbling without having any hands to pick it up with.
“a—and do you know whose finger is in— si—inside you right now?” he finishes with one long inhale, teeth biting his bottom lip.
on the other hand, you fight off the brimming tears in your eyes with your grinding. lengthy finger shoved in fully so that his knuckles are pressed against you, bruised and battered. less kept together but so welcomed by your walls anyway.
“mo—mochi.” you answer almost immediately, hopeful that he would do something to reward you for it. for his finger to pound you relentlessly until you finally cum. the thought alone sends you to clench around him, asking for more.
but mochi turns out to be sadistic, taking out his finger coated in your essence. you don’t see how he brings it up to his mouth, taking it fully to lap at your slick with an echoing pop. your breath hitches, shion’s pants now wearing darker stains.
“no first name for me?” he mocks you, teasing grin growing wider. silence greets him, and he does well to beat it by causing the first scream of the long night ahead. shoving three of his fingers inside your cunt, unannounced.
they curl, setting a merciless pace of back and forth to reach as deep as he can. the squelching sounds accompanied by your uncontrollable moans, high pitched and cursing out. the pressure builds once again in your stomach, back arching so his tough fingers can keep touching you in every spot possible.
“ah! kanji— sorry, so sorry kanji!” you beg for him to forgive you, spewing out apology after apology between the growing tears and trailing drool.
“it’s ok sweetheart, i love you.” he reassures you. so nice to you, your walls thank him by closing in on him. so good for him, leaving him to grunt from how obedient you are being.
“love you t—“ you want to tell him and the rest of them, in all its glory now that all limits have been broken and left behind.
however, rindou seems to have other plans, shoving mochi away not caring about his shouted protests nor your mewling at the emptiness of your pussy once again. orgasm denied for the second time, rindou’s weight bringing you to lie down on top of shion, lips chasing after your own.
they join together in a feverish kiss, viciousness bringing you two to a world of just both. lips tasting one another; tongues playing with each other, in such an aggressive way spit makes it way down your mouths and to your bumping chins. noses hitting as rindou tries to get even closer to you.
shion’s hands are forced out of your eyes, having you witness in the dead of the night, swimming in darkness, the pile of clothes by the bed. the men are all in front, almost naked if it weren’t for their underwear. doing little to cover their blazing erections.
“want you s’bad.” he breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. mumbled so close to your lips, he takes yours in his without hesitation, teeth clashing and tongues entangled.
you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers ghosting over the streaks of black ink swirling through his back. muscles tense, he groans in your mouth and lowers his hips to your core. clothed cock rubbing against your folds, looking for more friction as he moves faster.
beside you, shion undresses, glancing over to rindou picking you up to kneel ahead of him, arms wrapped around your waist. empty thumps are heard from his grinding, and he decides to crawl his way behind you to help him in getting rid of your top.
effortlessly, they succeed in having you be the first to be completely naked. both men ogling your body up and down. your curves, every inch and crevice of your skin a feast for all of them. some palming their cocks through the fabric, others like rindou and shion, marking you with their mouths.
“so divine.” rindou mumbles, his arms and shion’s controlling your squirming from pleasure. hot breath trailing down to your naked boobs, hands drawing shapes on your flesh. “gorgeous body, all for us.”
you want to nod, instead drooling at their two hard cocks caging you between them. shion grabbing your ass cheek, playing with the molding skin by stiffening his grip. you moan their names, the covered contact insufficient.
“want your cocks, want you inside please.” begging for them, your hands make their way down to grab at their clothed dicks. both men pant, fingers wrapped around their lengths, feeling their hardened girths. “please fuck me.”
and with that said, both of them take off their underwear to have it join the rest of sprawled out clothes. in the dim lighting, with only the moon and the stars as witnesses, only the sparkling light in your pupils guides you to your instincts. so famished, tongue watering at rindou’s erected cock, intimidating as it stands —starving for your pussylips.
he’s big and very thick, a single protruding vein running down his length. red, angry tip, leaking precum and leaving it to slide down to pool around the base of his shaft. balls full and large, saliva drowning your mouth.
shion doesn’t stay far behind, not as big and way thinner, curving slightly to the right. his veins aren’t as marked but there are many, cockhead thick and itching to bury itself inside you. fat drop of precum waiting to fall into the mattress.
with a hand he guides his member to your folds, gathering all the wetness he can get. having you moan against rindou’s mouth, drowning any sound, you pull away to taste shion’s lips as well. spit mixing in with your eager tongues, hearing him swallow.
“can’t wait anymore.” you hear rindou complain, tip prodding at your entrance as he begins to penetrate you. a content sigh leaving your lips, whole length making its way past your tightened walls, cock molding the shape of your cunt to adjust to his size.
bottoming out, cockhead brushing your cervix, you and rindou moan in unison at eachother’s warmth. walls squeezing him so hard, his own cock buried in your wet pussy —the pressure so tempting to have you thrust against him.
and you do, bucking your hips onto his twitching cock, balls slapping your skin to create the filthiest of sounds. wet plops from rindou’s pace sending you into a frenzy, meeting his rhythm so that the coiling tension thickens and explodes into your orgasm.
“taking me in so well— fuck—“ although you can’t register rindou’s praises too well, shion’s rutting against your ass beginning to change into the intrusion of his dick inside your hole. pushing his way in with a single thrust —your very own slick acting out as lube.
you yell out his name when he hisses yours, spreading your ass open as his cock splits you apart. both holes completely filled, hints of pain slapped off by rindou’s fastening pumps. gripping shion so well, clenching around his girth and feeling every vein slide past your heated flesh.
“too much! s’good…” you cry out, the first set of tears coming out from your shut eyes. joining the threads of saliva you can’t keep in your mouth, mixing in on their way down your face.
the single vein running down rindou’s shaft ravages your walls so roughly. their tempo matching so that you never feel utterly empty, balls shaking with each snap of their hips. ecstasy choking you when rindou’s tip kisses your g-spot, relentlessly going at it so that more tears stain your vision —hazy and blurry.
you can distinguish izana’s nearing body, hand on his cock while he gives it a few pumps. he leans closer to your face, same fingers coated in his cum wiping your closed eyes. painting your face, you hum, growing hot as you convulse around both of the men’s cocks. answering you by pulsing through your clenching walls.
“these are the tears i love to see.” giving his finger a kitten lick, saltiness of your pleasure melting in his tongue, izana takes your limp hand and brings it up to his dick. “want to shower your face with my cum. you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
you nod, hand taking his cock and stroking it with deep movements. barely keeping it together with the sloppy pace both cocks inside you are falling into, forcing you to sometimes squeeze his length, drawing out throaty moans from the dark skinned man.
your cool fingers gliding past his searing meat make of him a fervent mess, hips bucking to fuck himself with your hand. head on rindou’s shoulder, you stare at his own tilted back, adam’s apple bobbing as your name is the only thing his lips can say.
“cutie your ass is so tight.” shion drags his cock out with difficulty, hole so adamant in keeping him in. only his tip rests inside, forcing your ass to remember his shape. “gonna fill it up, alright?”
he doesn’t leave room for answers, burying himself deep inside until your vision turns blind. rindou’s cock mimicking his actions, growing at the thought of your cunt taking all of his cum.
“gonna cum—“ you spit out, rindou’s shoulder welcoming your saliva and tears, joining his thin layer of sweat. “cumming, i’m cumming!”
“me too.” it escapes past his kissing teeth, the tremors of your body having him give one last powerful thrust before stilling inside of you. rolling his eyes, his risen shoulders relax once his orgasm crashes upon him. “keep it inside for me, will you?”
you do, for both of them emptying themselves inside of you. hot strings of sticky cum crawling into your holes, painting your walls white and having them spasm and contract as you let your own orgasm wash rindou’s length. he doesn’t let it run out, fucking the union of your juices back into you, not a single drop wasted. feeling so full, heaving out praises to both blushing boys.
“our good girl.” shion pats your head, soft kiss on your back and hands fondling your tits. you regain your breath still by rindou’s shoulder, knowing it’s not over yet with the way izana’s cockhead nears your face.
the two boys’ cocks leave your holes the moment izana’s twitches. releasing his load on your face, reaching your lashes, forehead and cheeks. streaks of cum painting your skin in a dense white, giving the last touch to your fucked out expression.
“god i love you so much.” admiring his work, and the way your cunt and asshole fight desperately to keep shion and rindou’s seeds. his smile broadens at the thought that this is just getting started.
indeed, mochi’s next in taking you into his arms, so small compared to his size. you don’t have time to regain your breath, composure crushed by the brutality of the s-62, quivering at mochi’s frosting hands.
“so sensitive already, sweetheart.” and so easy to handle, too. moving you as he pleases, lying down on the bed and having you on his chest, right above his underwear and bulging cock.
the big stain of precum is evident on the light grey fabric. an enormous bump waiting to be freed of its confined space. dark, trimmed hairs leading the way to his aching dick. your hands on his abs, stroking his built chest and floating up to his pecs.
his hands cup your ass, thumbs kneading the plush skin and hovering over your widened hole. you feel his dick jump up, taming him with a rock of your body pushed by your legs. he groans, guttural desire drying out his throat, starving for your glistening folds.
“can take it.” you promise him, small whisper loud in the quietude of your room. where the men touch themselves to the landscape of the shade of your figure plastered on the bright nightlife ahead of your windows.
he chuckles, vibrating chest so good for your throbbing pussy, waking up his cock even more. a hand trails up to your face, big thumb pinning your bottom lip. his tongue wetting his lips.
“course you will.” he says it like it’s obvious, dragging down the swollen lip until your bottom teeth can be seen. fingers full of your saliva, drying patches from the previous crying making you look so filthy. exactly how he likes it. “want these lips around my big cock, gonna give you a full meal.”
grabbing onto your hips, he turns you around with one swift twirl. pulling your ass closer to him, legs on each side of his face lifting your lower body, back arching as you are laid down in front of his underwear. clenching around nothing at the compromising position, mochi’s first to dig in to your cunt —tongue flickering your clit so erratically, you purr.
alas, you now have to fully undress him, taking the rim of his clothes and sliding them to the middle of his crushing thighs. he wriggles his legs, aiding you in taking them off completely, widely grinning against your pussy when you gasp at the full size of his erection.
standing furiously near his chest, where your chin hovers above his pubes. the size is enormous, so thick and dressed in many veins that draw intricate curves on his meat, making him even wider. mushroom tip prominent, broad slit already seeping out so much precum. fat plumps of a dirtied white gliding down his whole length, pooling around his base where even bigger, heavy balls rest. your mouth waters at just how much cum he will give you, hurrying up when the tip of his nose lightly teases your entrance.
your hand takes his shaft, whimpering when you see the struggle your fingers have wrapping around it. you pump it once— twice, mochi’s groaning so good for your cunt, going down on his nose so that the tip enters you. when your lips near his head to give it open mouth kisses, wet plops taking bits of his salty cum, your hand holds his balls, playing with them as they barely fit inside.
you take his tip in your mouth, warmth enveloping his cock as you try to move down on him. only taking almost half of his length, breathing through your nose and hollowing out your cheeks, easing your throat as his hips buckle onto your face. his moaning going straight to your pussy, where he begins to grow desperate slurping on your juices. noises nasty, making you moan and tighten your throat on his cock. tongue darting to lick every crevice, drooling so much it accumulates at the base.
both continue the rhythm of your grinding bodies, building your climaxes and chasing after them. hunger making you frantic, savoring every bit of essence as if it were your last meals.
“looks so pretty.” you listen to mucho’s voice on your back, his hand on one of your cheeks. “but i think you can take more.”
he declares it so impassively, keeping his cool as always, that you don’t see his hand raised and profoundly slapping your ass. it jiggles, closing in on mochi’s pointed tongue licking slow stripes. you scream, muted against the wet heat in your mouth. another hand joins mucho, this time being ran’s long finger entering your ass, so sensitive from shion’s stretching not long ago.
both of their fingers buried knuckles deep, a third hand slaps you once again as they begin to stimulate your hole. their ministrations along with mochi’s starved devouring pushing you to take more of the latter’s dick, gagging through parted lips as you take him fully —choking on his tip at the very back of your throat.
nose pressed against his bouncing balls, fucking your face as you do the same to his nose and tongue. your chin scratched by the bush near his shaft, you cry out feeble attempts of his name as more spit leaves your lips, fat tears joining.
“there we go pretty!” seems the third hand belongs to izana, cheering you through the orgasm that pours down onto mochi’s face. giving one more hard slap that sends your skin tingling, trapping mucho and ran’s fingers on your ass, finally letting loose.
you come undone, flooding mochi’s face with your cum and crushing his face with your thighs. he doesn’t seem to care, lapping at your cum without shame, drinking it until nothing is left out, before joining you and snapping his hips to release his load.
it’s dense, so much cum leaving his cock you can barely swallow it all. hot spurts abusing your throat, leaving thick trails out the corners of your lips that you’ll take care of later. it keeps fluttering, but never once you leave it unattended, making sure all of his semen is sucked dry. breathing in when you let it go, tip of your tongue gathering what little is around your lips.
you swallow it down loudly, the echoing plop from your mouth leaving his cock free so gratifying for his ears. he gives your cunt a mellow kiss, tenderness fighting off his roughness.
“good girl.” he coos, readjusting you as he pleases so that you now lie in his direction, ass against his still hard cock. he holds your chin and turns your head around to his, deeply kissing you, passing down the rest of your orgasm so you can taste the sweetness he did. “we love you so much, you are perfect for us.”
and you smile, fond and big it has their hearts pounding in their chests. you kiss the tip of his nose, giddy from their worship.
however, mochi moves up so that his head rests on your pillow. hands tracing patterns on your skin, watching your stomach rise from the harsh breaths you are taking.
“got one more in me.” he mutters close to your ear, feet parting your legs open, showing the rest your abused holes. “will you be a sweetheart and take it?”
how can you deny him when he asks so politely? previous fingering helping you for what will happen now, cock rubbing through your ass cheeks, willing to take his big dick to split you apart. pushing in, slowly making his way through unlike shion’s desperate entrance.
you wriggle in his hold, mochi shushing you by whispering sweet nothings into your ear. wailing at the size you have to adjust to, a little easier thanks to shion. your cum stained face is full of fresh tears and brand new globs of spit. tongue lolling out of your parted lips when he bottoms out.
buried deep inside your ass, filling you to the brim with each thick vein hitting you just right. your squinted eyes widen tremendously at mochi’s calling, gripping him so tightly at the idea of being torn apart by the two biggest.
“mucho, wanna join in? she wants it.” and he doesn’t hesitate to crawl up to where you are, underwear long gone. his cock isn’t much different from mochi’s, less thicker but way longer, looking so delicious against his chiseled chest.
he takes your legs, having them bend down near your shoulders, leaving so much room to hit even deeper. entranced by your wet cunt, glossy and begging for his cock to break it. and who is he to say no to his woman?
in one swift plunge, he finds himself buried to the hilt. balls swinging as the sound of smacking flesh from his ruthless penetration elicits the most pornographic moan he has ever heard from you. massaging his cock just the way he likes it, sponging walls enclosing the space and making him feel impossibly closer.
“so fucking tight— god, fuck!” he growls, pushing you to mochi’s chest, boobs pressed against mucho’s big —worked out— pecs. sandwiched between both men, ruining your insides just by staying still, you sob for them to ruin you —to move faster.
“s’big… ‘s too big—” your incoherent mumbles become higher in tone, allowing them to rock your body as they please. trying to meet their hips as they pound you dumb, reckless rocking making you cry out in ecstasy. “lov— love you s’much. luv your cocks s’much.”
your babbling pushes them to thrust harder. having you whine when mucho stops and his hand lightly slaps your cum covered cheek, calling for your attention. you look up at him, teary eyes sending heat straight to his cock, throbbing against your cunt.
“you see that?” he points down at your belly, a small bulge making it stick out. you take your hand to trace its shape, a silent chuckle gifting hints of happiness to your fucked out face. “that’s my cock, babygirl.”
and you love it, he knows you do. picking up his pace to meet mochi’s, so engrossed in your ass. he doesn’t want this moment to end.
you don’t notice how both of your hands are taken by shion and rindou, hard once again. but they know you don’t care when each hand takes their cocks, already familiar to you, beginning to masturbate them. their moaning helping your orgasm build up, this time stronger, with mucho ruthlessly pounding against your g-spot.
your head turns to the side, coming face to face with ran’s dick. he slaps you with it, playing with your hanging tongue by wetting it with your saliva. you stare up at his innocent grin, him looking down with dilated pupils.
“there’s still a hole unoccupied.” he simply mentions, cock twitching when your hand pulls the foreskin back to expose his angry head. so pale and long you don’t know what you’ll do to make it fit. curving up, he applies his precum to your lips like gloss, pushing in with his hips until he’s balls deep into your mouth.
body used by all of them, including izana whose hands are on your swollen clit, it doesn’t take long for your legs to begin their uncontrollable tremble. this time’s different, your moans turning into shrill shouting as a stream of tears run down your eyes, closed in bliss as you begin to see stars.
your third orgasm hits you harder than any other, right after mochi cums for the second time filling you up to the brim with his huge loads. you begin squirting all over mucho’s cock, squelching sounds getting wetter as more and more cum leaves out of you in hot spurts. he takes it out, watching as you make a mess of mochi’s legs, the mattress and his abs.
“shit!” you moan out, cum gliding down mucho’s cock that has entered you again. though your words are muffled by ran’s dick around your lips, you continue squirting out all your juices, milking out mucho’s cock in the process.
he has so much cum too, cunt stuffed full of his own after your mind blowing orgasm. balls drenched as well, but his smile tells you enough, and you don’t feel ashamed of it —even better, only proud.
pulling away, despite mochi’s cock still buried into your ass, he leaves your chest free for shion and rindou, who don’t take too long in covering your tits and stomach with their loads. satisfied groans out of their lips as they admire their work, thick globs of white on your sweaty skin.
ran’s the last to empty out his cum, doing it inside your mouth much like mochi. you take it all without hesitation, opening wide for him to see you gulping down his seed. uttering a sigh when you’ve eaten it fully, kissing the tip of his cock for a job well done.
“nasty little whore.” you have no idea who says it, the loss of mochi’s dick as he comes out of you taking over your mind. oozing cum follows, filthy trickles running down into your cunt, where you do a good job in retaining what they have given you. “our perfect slut, should’ve done this sooner.”
you agree, spent after three rough orgasms. alas, you see two men staying on the bed —two men that haven’t been inside of you yet. but you are so sore you don’t know if you can take them. such big cocks just like the rest of them.
“we want to taste you, too.” it’s ran’s voice, the one he uses when he wants something. turning innocent, words so tender they heal your tiredness with dulcet touches. you hate when he does that, falling for it every time. “you’ll let us, right? we’ll be gentle, i promise.”
your moans are so loud with each touch, both izana and ran standing you up on your knees, between both of their bodies. you teeter, head tumbling towards the man you have in front, which turns out to be the older haitani. shoulder so comfortable, you nuzzle closer to the side of his neck, kissing it.
your pussy takes him right up, so tight despite being so used throughout the night. he’s washed in the remains of your orgasm, easy for him to move, but he doesn’t. you wonder why, whining against his neck and jumping on his cock, legs quivering so hard you know it won’t take you much to cum again.
instead, a second cock makes its way up your cunt, having you scream out for your fourth orgasm at the close fit of both dicks inside your pussy. they rub one another, not appearing to care too much as both of their eyes are closed, jaws clenched. you squeeze them, adjusting to their size and ignoring the pain for the cum sliding down past them.
you’re crying, tears licked by izana’s tongue as he rejoices in them. no longer are you sobbing from fear, but so destroyed by each and every one of them you have nothing left of you but scorching pleasure.
“already?” he purrs, dragging his cock out just to thrust once more. skin gliding past ran’s veiny shaft, making him move as well, desperate for his release. “but you’ll let us cum, won’t you? after we’ve been so good to you…”
he trails off, falling into rhythm with ran, abusing your cunt for a little while longer. convulsing against them, forcing them closer, tightening your walls so that you can get out another orgasm for them. to show how grateful you are.
“we’ve been so helpful, haven’t we?” he slaps your clit, ran’s lips latching onto your nipples, sucking them clean. chest pressed on his own, sticky cum joining your bodies.
“yes! want you to cum in me.” you cry out, hips meeting their thrusts, bouncing on both of their cocks, balls slapping your pussy. “want you to stuff me!”
tongue poking out, ran moves up to take it between his lips, playing with it in his mouth. pulling his lips to yours in a messy kiss, so full of exchanged spit and trailing drool to your chins. you love it, you love them, and you show them by squeezing them so tightly they have no choice but to fill you up with their cum.
“well, pretty girl, take it.” izana grunts, and with one big roll of his hips, he empties himself inside of you. ran follows suit, whimpers and moans drowned out by eachother’s mouths.
you join them with your last orgasm of the night, leaving you barely conscious on the bed, drenching their cocks with one last wave of cum. you stay there, sprawled out on the bed for all to see, face full of dried out tears, so many different salivas around your swollen lips and remnants of izana’s cum. your body follows suit, drenched in sweat and thick lines of cum following down to the small little bulge on your stomach.
it’s mucho’s hand that presses that tiny bump, all watching as all the cum you’ve tried so desperately to keep inside oozes out of your beaten cunt, huge loads wetting the bed below you. your ass much of the same. you groan, whimpering at his touch, hips bucking unconsciously.
and with two fingers, mucho again shoves some of their seeds back inside, to leave you full. you close your legs, stretching your sore muscles from all the rough handling tonight. the moon’s still up, and its glow is casted above you, giving your enamored smile and angelic touch.
they all lie around you, circling you. shion and mochi on your thighs, rindou and mucho by your chest, and ran and izana near your head. soothing your muscles, kissing every spot they can.
“thank you.” it’s honest, despite the pain it brought, you enjoyed it more than anyone you are sure. in the darkest corner of your heart, it’s what you’ve always wanted, and you got it.
izana doesn’t want to ask if there’s any other thought inside your head that isn’t what just happened. after all, they’ve fucked you dumb. you have a hard time opening your eyes, breaths still long and shallow with huffing here and there.
he’s relieved, your suffering fully gone, consumed by their yearning. leaning down, his lips peck yours, back of his fingers brushing the side of your face.
“we’ve loved you like this for such a long time.” ran confesses, so vulnerable post-sex you love it. always having it hard to open his heart to what he’s feeling, trying to shove it in with insecure cockiness. you are glad it’s him who declares it.
your finger boops his nose, the two of you sharing childish laughter.
“me too.” you whisper, wanting to pat the other’s heads. to show them that you consider them, always. “but it’s all good, now i’m yours.”
and it felt so good to hear, meaning twisted to turn more romantic. more heartfelt, something they aren’t used to, but you’ll give it to them every time they need it.
“and all of us belong to you, but that’s nothing new.” you chuckle at shion’s words, legs numb and body resting. the bed becomes more plush to your body, hugging you and lulling for you to sleep. you try so hard to fight it, never wanting the moon to leave. for this to become a memory.
“i wish for this night to never end. to stay like this forever.” you dream, a foolish one. the moon will always leave and the sun will replace it, and this would only have belonged to the night before doomsday comes.
“c’mon, let’s give you a warm bath.” mochi says before you doze off into a deep slumber. missing their soft cleaning and the close attention to your body. praising it, worshipping all it has done for their enjoyment. they thank you in warm kisses and dark hickeys, thinking to themselves that after tonight, the result of tomorrow cannot escape their grasps.
they must win, for the woman so full of love for them. so that they can live their lives as one, together forever. and perhaps, all of you should have dreamed harder, because the memory of tonight would be the last between you all.
izana and mucho taken away by death’s greedy hands. you, having fallen so deep into a sea of darkness, you had to escape before it all consumed you. the only ones to hold this night close to their hearts, having their friends engraved in hanafuda and your love in their chests, where your initials rest.
everyone of you looking up at the moon every night, begging for her to take you back to that night —the night before doomsday comes.
— end —
good or bad i’m throwing it out there that english isn’t my first language. thank you for reading <3 our troops are so brave, getting through this whole thing and ending up with brain trauma (probably) anyway, reblogs are appreciated :) it’s like a pat on my back (yipee)
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"Baby, you're my whore!"
♡ Tokyo Revengers characters and their bimbo girlfriends ♡
Part 2 (Kazutora, Izana, Bonten! Mikey)
Part 3 (Hanma, Chifuyu, Angry, Ran, Hakkai, Inui)
Ken Ryuguji (Draken)
It has been said before and I will be one of the people to say it again
Definition of dress slutty: I can fight
Growing up in a brothel (with women that made sure that he was drinking his respect women juice everyday) he lets you dress however you please
Your skirt might be too short for his comfort, but as long as you feel comfortable and satiated, he's gonna bite his tongue
Who is he, to mess with what the love of his life wants?
On your stupidity
He's been hanging out with dumbasses all his life, if his baby happens to be a bit of a dumb fuck, he won't say a thing
He also thinks that you're absolutely adorable when you look at him with question in your eyes and say the most idiotic things known to man
A bit exasperating
But moreso adorable
"Kenny." He hums to show you that he's listening and continues fixing up his motorcycle. "What's the matter angel?"
"Why doesn't hair grow at the side of your head." He blinks and looks back at you, genuine wonder in your eyes. He sighs, and presses his forehead against the cool of his bike.
"Kenny, are you okay!?" He feels your arms wrap around his shoulders and your weight begin to press against him. You're ridiculous, but he loves you so much it hurts. He couldn't imagine a life without you around.
"'s nothing angel, don't worry your pretty head about it."
Takemichi Hanagaki (Takemitchy)
He's weak to you okay, he loves your short skirts that barely cover up your panties and your tight shirts that show off your lace bra's (if you even wear one some days)
You can say the dumbest shit or do the stupidest things and he'll be nodding along like a little puppy dog
Is it so wrong to be completely in love with your girlfriend? He worships you like a god and how dare anyone have the nerve to blame him?
You see the world in a way that he could never imagine, and you open his eyes to a world of possibilities
He just believes that he's lucky that you two are even together, you're beautiful and kind and even if there's not a lot going on in your head, you're the best girl that he's ever known
He just wants to be with you forever
You jump into his open arms, your arms wrapping around his neck and his automatically enclose around your waist. "Sweetie, I got a 40% on my test?" You say, cheerfully.
"W-what? I'm sorry. I know you studied hard for that."
"What?" You crock your head to the side and look at him with confusion in your eyes, "no, all I need is another 40% and then I'll be at an 80% average!"
Takemichi opens his mouth to say something, mainly, what in the world would make you think that, and how the hell do you think averages work? Instead, he shakes his head and gives a soft smile. He loves how you see the world, no matter how ridiculous it is, though he's going to need to talk to you about how grades work. He squeezes your waist, "I believe in you Sweetheart."
Takashi Mitsuya
He supports your endeavours, he even encourages them!
You want to wear a skirt that shows off your panties, sure! Just let him make a few adjustments and- while we're at it, why doesn't he just bedazzle that top too!
He wants the best for his darling, which means that you're going to be wearing things fit for a queen
It's in his nature to spoil his girl, so don't worry your pretty little head about any of the gorgeous clothes that you want, he's already on it
Though, there's not a lot going in your pretty little head, which he doesn't necessarily mind
He doesn't care if you stay the stupidest shit imaginable
You look at him with so much love and admiration in your eyes that he can't find it in him to worry too much about you
"Taka! This is so cute!" You spin around in your skirt, which raises above the lace panties that he also handmade for you. "Too bad about the people living in olden times." You pout.
Mitsuya walks up to you with a raised brow at your words. He wraps his hands around your waist, trying to think about what you could possibly mean. "Why, my love?" He finally bites.
You go on your tiptoes and press a kiss on his cheek, leaving behind a glittery mark. "They had to live in black and couldn't see all these pretty colours, like the clothes you make for me!"
Mitsuya nods along to your words, smile already pulling up at your words. He presses a kiss on your forehead. "That's not how it works my love."
You look at him with so much love and admiration in your eyes, expecting him to explain everything to you. He smiles, brushing his thumb against your cheek. He's so hopelessly in love with you.
Keisuke Baji
He adores harlots, whores, and anything else of the variety!
He loves the dumb, hazy look in your eyes when you come across something "complicated" (first time he's the smart one in a relationship)
Loves the things you dress up, encourages you to dress however you want, you know what, get even sluttier! He wants your skirt to be so short that your panties show when you stretch the tiniest bit, shirts so tight that you can't wear a bra
He loves his babygirl, and everyone's free to take a look at you
As long as they remember that you belong to him
"Babe, what's wrong?" You question as Baji grips his hands around yours and growls. You press a kiss to his lips as you try to calm him down. Greedily, he bites your bottom lip and deepens the kiss, hands on your ass.
"Asshole was flirting with my pretty girl. Hate when people try to touch what's mine."
You start to tear up, thinking he's angry with you, "sorry baby, I didn't know!"
"Nonono," He presses his lips against you harder, adoring the way that your red lipstick will leave behind marks on his lips, "not your fault- never your fault. Jus' means we gotta set his car on fire." You nod in understanding, not thinking twice of his act of violence. He gives you a wide, toothy grin, he doesn't think that he could love someone more.
Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)
Definition of a tease
He doesn't care how you dress (one of the people that really adores how you dress and would appreciate you to get even sluttier). You could wear a bra and a thong outside and he wouldn't bat an eye.
He just loves making fun for how naïve you can be.
"C'mon, one kiss!"
"No!" You huff, crossing your arms and facing your back to him, "'m 100% loyal to 'hoya."
He restrains his laugh, biting down on his lip. "Baby, I am Nahoya!" He manages to force out (though some giggles slip his lips).
"No! You said you were Souya! 'm not gonna fall for your tricks!"
You already are he desperately wants to say, but he's having too much fun messing with you. "Well, now I'm saying I'm Nahoya."
He doesn't need to look your way to know that your brows have furrowed deeper, trying to run through things in your small little head. "No! I'm not a cheater."
He sucks his teeth. His stomach's gonna hurt with how much he's gonna be laughing later. He turns you around and presses a quick kiss against your lips, you giving an indignant gasp at the action. You'll probably be whining about this later, when he explains what's going on, but this was worth it. God, you're a keeper.
Yasuhiro Muto (Mucho)
Not someone who loves the way you dress, wouldn't disapprove of it completely, he would never tell you how to do things or what clothes to wear, but he subtly encourages you to wear something else
It doesn't come from a bad place, he's just protective of you and doesn't want you to get harassed (he's also a bit traditional)
If you're determined to wear what you want, then he'll bend to your will. He would never let you be uncomfortable
He'll get used to things, just for you
Your intelligence, though...
He loves you through and through but he's always on the look-out around you. He has to make sure that no one is taking advantage of your innocence
"What's going on here?" The guys crowding you stutter away, looking at him with wide eyes. You don't notice the fear that has blanketed them and beam at him, running to wrap your arms around his waist.
"'hiro. These guys are asking if I want to hang out with them in, do you want to come with us?"
He purses his lips, yet another group of guys preying on your naivety. "No darling, I think we're going to go, I'm sure that these guys understand." He narrows his eyes at them so that they understand the consequences if they try to stay around you. They get the message, scurrying away like rats they are. You look at them with a pout on your lips, not aware of their dark intentions. He cups the side of your face and turns you towards him, "darling, why don't we see a movie at home." Your frown quickly disappears, a wide smile replacing it.
"That sounds great 'hiro!"
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