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anisespice · 2 years ago

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“ hate your boyfriend ” || tokyo rev.

two

synopsis: aw, your boyfriend hates when he’s around? good.

pairing: college!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, toxic!toman, possessiveness, reader is sort of an enabler, implied cheating, slight angst for the partner (rip lol), open-ended, maybe a little unrealistic?? i think that’s it.

notes: there's just something about them knowing they're the shit & and can't nobody check them for it <333 i don't condone making your partner jealous/uncomfy in real life...but i be kicking my feet when it's in tokyorev lol hope you enjoy!

tagged: @fantasycantasy ( if you'd also like to be tagged in future works, feel free to join my taglist <333)

"Be nice." Famous last words spoken to your boyfriend before you went to greet MIKEY upon his arrival. You were having a little kickback at your place, and it only made sense that your closest friend got to be there as well, despite how they felt about one another.

It went well…for about five minutes.

Now, you stood between them as tensions arose, hands on your boyfriend’s chest to keep him pushed back while Mikey had no issue with fueling the fire, practically daring the bastard to swing first. It didn’t help that they’d drawn in a crowd, drunk instigators no doubt praying for a bloody brawl to liven up the once chill atmosphere. You don’t even know who started it, but you had a pretty good idea who was gonna finish it if things didn’t get under control.

“Aki, please, you promised you wouldn’t do this…”

“I didn't even do anything, he’s the one with the shitty attitude! Knew you shouldn't have invited him in the first place. And I'm sick of you always defending him, what exactly is this guy to you, [______]?"

Mikey kissed his teeth. “Such a nag. Can’t believe they have to fuck you-”

“Manjiro.” You hissed, sending him a warning glance.

He merely grinned, head tilted as he shamelessly cooed, “Yeah, angel?”

“The fuck you call them?” Aki pressed, taking a step closer. You planted your feet, preventing him from going any further. “Say it again, see what happens.”

Mikey shrugged, “Okay.” Leaning forward off the wall, he gently nudged your chin with his index finger, making you look directly in his eyes. “Yeah, angel?”

“You son of a—” Aki raised his fist, ready to swing; just what Mikey was hoping for. But, you were quick you latch onto the winding arm. No doubt he’d miss, then you’d have to explain why there’s a sandal-print on his face when he wakes up.

“He’s just kidding! Mikey has a, uh, crude sense of humor, always saying what’s on his mind at the wrong times. Never a dull moment.” You chuckled, nervously. “He didn’t mean anything by it…right?”

Sending him a pleading glance, Mikey remained unphased. The dark-haired gang leader eyed your boyfriend for a good, long minute. His dead eyes made the guy feel unsettled, especially since Mikey tended not to blink for periods of time. There were so many things he wanted to say at that moment, so many late night visits Aki knew nothing about—But, there’ll be plenty of opportunities for that later. He’ll play it cool. For now.

Mikey’s stare never wavered as his posture remained relaxed, his aura alone stunning the whole room to silence. The bystanders watched with bated breath. When the pools of obsidian refocused on you, he gave a reassuring wink. Aki didn’t take too kindly to that, stepping backward and taking you with him. The delinquent scoffed, but bit his tongue; he may have won the battle. But there's always the war.

With clenched teeth and a hollow smile, Mikey replied with a simple, “‘Course not. We’re all just friends here.”

Unbothered would be an understatement when describing how DRAKEN felt knowing how negatively your boyfriend felt toward him. Frankly, all he needed was a reason, and he'd happily knock the guy straight out of his shoes. But, for your sake, he remained...cordial.

He also pretended not to hear your little argument in the next room, feet propped up on the coffee table with his arms draped behind the couch, wearing an all too complacent grin knowing he was the subject matter. Again.

"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot!?" Your boyfriend exclaimed, frustrated. Draken couldn't help but snort, wanting so badly to answer the question for you with a fat yes. "I've seen the way he looks at you, we’ve all seen it, so don’t act like I’m the one with the problem!"

“Takeru, just calm down, there’s nothing going on between us-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” The sound of something shattering, followed by your shriek, made the mechanic perk up in mild alarm; amusement no longer painted his face.

Alright, he thought. Here comes that reason.

It only took him a few strides to get to your bedroom door, nearly splitting the wood in two after he kicked it in. Startling the both of you, Draken’s first priority was to check on your well-being, scanning your person for any visible injury. Luckily, you just appeared to be shaken up a little. Once he was certain, the former blonde directed a hard look toward Takeru, then down at the lamp he just broke. Draken worked his jaw—He gifted you that lamp.

“Kenny…” you said, cautiously. You could sense his impending rage from mere inches away, and you knew your boyfriend would only keep poking the bear. And you’d be correct. “I-It was an accident. Things just got a little out of hand, that’s all-”

“The hell you still doing here, baldy? Thought I told you to-”

Draken chuckled, menacingly. Your partner fell silent, wondering what was so funny, while you just closed your eyes in defeat; you knew that sound meant nothing good. His gunmetal eyes leered down at the pitiful man, cracking his neck before he calmly spoke.

“So we’re just breakin’ shit now, huh. Alright. My fucking turn.”

“I thought you said you'd quit hanging out with him, [_____]! He’s nothing but trouble, have you forgotten he set my roommate’s car on fire?!”

“Tsk. He had it comin’.” Was BAJI’s response, digging through your snack cabinet for a bag of chips. Once he found them, he opened them and began munching away, a bored expression on his face. “Bastard almost ran over Patches, driving around like an asshole. But, he hangs out with you all day, so guess that checks out.”

Referring to one of the building’s stray cats that come around from time to time, you couldn’t help but snort, but you knew he was dead serious—Man doesn’t play about his furry friends.

“Who gives a shit about some stupid-?!” You quickly covered your boyfriend’s mouth before he said anything he’d regret. He wasn’t too pleased, but at least he’d get to keep his teeth.

You exhaled, then directed a frown at the ravenette. “Honestly, I wish you two would try to get along. I think you’d find that you really aren’t so different once you got to know one another.”

“Me? Getting to know that? Fat chance.”

Glaring, your boyfriend ripped away your hand. "Oh, like you're so easy to swallow?"

"Hm, your s/o thinks so."

"Keisuke!"

“The fuck’s that suppose to mean, gutter-trash?” Your boyfriend seethed, turning to you instantly and expecting an explanation. Your eyes were wide, and you waved your hands rapidly to deny the implication. “[_____], what is he talking about?!”

“N-Nothing! God, you always let him get under your skin so easily, Makoto. He’s just being a dick, that’s all…”

Your boyfriend didn’t look convinced in the slightest, brows tight with an upturned lip as he huffed in anger. You shrunk beneath his gaze, stuck without any bandaid words to fix it. Luckily, since Baji was in such a good mood, he decided to relent—It’s no fun when you’re the one suffering the consequences of his crassness. Finishing up the last of the chips, the arsonist crumpled up the bag and tossed it at dude’s face.

“Wha-!”

“Yeah, hot shot, don’t get your panties inna twist. I’m just messin’ with you. We cool?” Baji threw up a fist, fangs on display as he gave an unhinged grin. Makato flinched, but tried to play it off. With hesitancy, your boyfriend eyed the fist with contempt.

“Fuck you. And that ugly-ass cat.”

Probably wasn’t the best thing to say with a fist inches away from his face. Makoto might’ve hesitated; Baji didn’t. So much for getting to keep his teeth.

“You’re a freaking angel, thank you so much for doing this,” MITSUYA gushed, arms snaking around your middle in a warm hug the moment you stepped into the studio. Did he place his hands a little lower than necessary? Maybe.

You chuckled, returning the hug. “Y’know I’d never say no to a free meal."

He had called you for a favor to model a few of his latest designs, needing to make adjustments accordingly before presenting them at the end of the week. His usual canceled on him last minute, putting him in a really tight spot, and you just so happened to be the same size. By offering to buy you dinner for your troubles afterward, it was a win-win for everyone.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, saw right through Mitsuya. Which was why he so eagerly volunteered to tag along. The lavender-haired designer eyed the guy from over your shoulder, disinterested. "Oh. Didn't know you were bringing him."

"Got a problem with that, Mitsy?"

"Hey now, no bickering you two.” You playfully warned, pulling back from the hug. You fixed Mitsuya an apologetic smile. “I hope it's not too much trouble that he’s here, though. I always tell him how fantastic your designs are, so I guess he wanted to see them for himself. Isn’t that right, Haji?”

Said third-wheel grinned sharply, arms crossed as he sarcastically replied, “Oh, yeah. Can’t wait to watch ya. Very closely.”

Mitsuya deadpanned. But, his brow lessened in weight at the feeling of you tugging on his shirt, pouting at him as your eyes practically dazzled him into compliance. “Please, can he stay?"

It didn't take much for him to cave. Whether you’re aware of it or not, you had the delinquent wrapped around your finger. He sighed, then reluctantly agreed. It’s worth seeing the bright smile on your face, and especially worth the look on Hajime's when you wrapped your arms back around him in gratitude. "Thanks, Taka!"

Mitsuya didn't bother masking the smug grin he shot at your boyfriend, watching him struggle to hold his temper. "Anything for you. But, I’m not paying for his meal."

#🍁vanilla #part 2 mayhaps???#idk mayhaps :/#tokyorev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev angst #tokyo rev x reader #tokyorev x reader #mikey #draken #mitsuya #baji

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sy3ra · 2 years ago

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tokyo rev series; when someone flirts with you.

episode I

sano manjiro ◖⁠⚆⁠ᴥ⁠⚆⁠◗

• is lowkey confident, lets them flirt with you.

• he knows he's your number 1 and you won't ever replace him.

• starts to worry when you (teasingly) take interest in them.

• clings to you when it gets out of hand.

• glares at the person flirting at you to the point they scurry away out if fear.

• you reassure him that you were only kidding and he'll forever be your number 1.

• you treat him with dorayaki as an apology.

matsuno chifuyu ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

•gets worried and anxious that you'll leave him.

•who would leave this angel anyway, he's a walking green flag.

•you reject the person flirting with you because you notice chifuyu's anxiousness.

•you cuddle with him at home all day.

•you even call baji to come over so he can cheer up.

•ends the day eating peyoung yakisoba with you and baji.

• never leave this angel, ever.

haitani rindou ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

•this man.

•he glares at them so intensely that the person flirting with you didn't even complete their sentence.

•wraps an arm around your waist to show them you're taken.

•after the person leaves, you kiss him on the cheek and reassure him that you didn't have any interest in that person.

•would blush so hard he looks redder than a tomato. He hides it from you though.

•cuddles with you all night long after.

mitsuya takashi(⁠✿⁠ ⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠)

•he's always so calm but his face shows everything.

•would honestly not care until it gets out of hand.

•he trusts you. So it's hard for him to worry.

•but when he does, he drags you away and peppers your face with kisses and clings onto you like his life depends on it.

•looks out for mfs who try to flirt with you in the future.

baji keisuke (⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

•two words: total menace.

•shoots an intense glare at the person.

•would grab you close to him to show dominance.

•would burn their vehicle (if they have one)

•you teased him about it and the whole week turned into you two pulling mean pranks on each other.

•you two eventually called a truce and spent the weekend feeding stray cats.

kokonoi hajime (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

•would bribe them with money so they would stop flirting with you. Works almost every time.

•but if it doesn't work, he kisses you in front of them.

•if the mf won't really take the hint...he drags you away and distracts you by buying you ice cream.

•well its works you forget about what happened.

•you both spent the day shopping at the mall.

kurokawa izana (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

•stops whatever he's doing and stares at you both.

•drags you away from them.

•once you both are all alone he makes you face him.

•then he hugs you tightly. You were clueless to be honest.

•you pull away and you peck him on the lips.

•you made him teach you guitar so he would forget about it.

•if you tease him about it, oh boy, good luck surviving the night.

sano shinichiro¯⁠\⁠_⁠ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ⁠_⁠/⁠¯

•this man...is so lazy.

•clings onto you and diverts your attention to him.

•drags you away (3)

•he hurries home and you know what's coming for you.

•you two spent the night making love ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

•"Is my Shin-chan jealous?" You told him.

•he didn't say anything and rested his head on your chest.

•:explodes:

wakasa imaushi ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

•i mean your relationship with him is stable. He's calm and cool most of the time.

•he trusts you and knows you're his. No one would ever lay a hand on you.

•but if someone does..

•at first he isn't bothered knowing you wouldn't and would never replace him.

•he only gets bothered once he notices you're getting uncomfortable.

•you were tugging his sleeve and there was evident discomfort on your face.

•he makes the person leave.

•makes you forget about it by eating candies at home.

..next episode: no idea yet sorry. If you have any idea please do tell me.

07/02/23- update, next episode: tokyo rev series; when it's your birthday

-Mayven.

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kamig4mes · 8 months ago

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tokyo rev boys withhhh a s/o who has a workout addiction

Okay this is my first request! and we started sooo good hahaahah. I edited the request a bit to write a better pov, and I hope you still like it!

Thank u, anon (sorry for the wait pls), nd thank u all for reading, enjoy!

#pov: tokyo revengers boys with a s/o who has a workout addiction.

★ warnings: workout addiction, overthinking, established relationship, fluff, humor, neutral reader!

—mikey!

"Pretty, are you ready t-?" Mikey stopped the bite of dorayaki he was chewing upon seeing you. He wasn't hallucinating, he was sure of what he saw when he stopped his footsteps a few meters from you.

"Huh? Manjiro?" You looked at him strangely "Where is Draken?"

"I insisted that I wanted to pick you up this time" his response was brief, perplexed without being able to take his eyes off the boxing gloves "and this?"

"Uh.. training?" you said with a nervous smile gracing your face, feeling trapped by your boyfriend. Draken was supposed to have your back by coming to pick you up so Mikey wouldn't suspect your workout addiction "Are you mad with me?"

You thought your boyfriend disliked the idea of you training too much but you can't help it! You were so fascinated by exercise.

Meanwhile, Mikey noticed you were so excited training that day that it reminded him of his little self when he trained at his grandfather's house, smiling at the memories. He would undoubtedly go tell Shinichiro when she got home.

"Honey, how could I? If you're great at being you" his gentle smile ruined your heart "No matter what you do, my love for you won't change" you looked up at him in surprise, blinking as his arms wrapped around you in an unexpected hug.

You decided not to tell him anything because you were afraid for his reaction, but they were just your ideas. Come on, that man can't hate you for doing what you love, we're talking about Sano Manjiro, for God's love!

You smiled lovingly as your boyfriend gently pressed you against his chest. You reached up with your free hand and stroked his soft hair

"I do it too, baby and thanks.."

From that moment on, he would pick you up without fail of your workout, he would even stay to watch you train, always keeping an eye on you.

Sometimes she thinks it was too much routine for a normal person but he remembered how hard you kicked the punching bag the other day and he spared his opinion.

—draken!

To say that this big boy wasn’t surprised to find out that you’re even more athletic than he is to lie to us.

I knew you had a certain level of discipline but enough to have detailed lists of exercises, healthy drink recipes and breaks?

Yeah, you were definitely obsessed with staying fit and being strong.

"Baby, don’t you think this is too much?" he muttered, scowling as he watched you do abs "I can protect y-"

You interrupted "I don’t want to be a ransom symbol, love. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to have a partner to back your ass if you get in trouble, isn't it?"

The blonde seemed to think about it. The idea of having each other’s backs was attractive and very beneficial in the long run.

However, and even with so much muscle mass and stamina you gain, Draken won’t take his eye off you. He promised himself that he would always protect you and so it will be until the end.

—baji!

You weren’t weak at all, and Baji suspected it.

From the moment you met him, you accompanied him to his favorite gym to watch him train or just to keep him company, even more so when they started dating.

But on one of those days your deranged boyfriend challenged you to lift not so heavy weights (if you weren’t an ordinary person, of course).

"Tell me, don’t you think this princess can lift those things?"

"I just want to see what you’re capable of, baby" a flirty smile popped out of his lips when you started stretching your muscles.

That’s when your boyfriend’s jaw fell off when he saw you lift the weights without problems, overcoming the challenge in minutes. You laughed at his shocked face: Baji hoped you could do it, he had his suspicions about your obsession with exercise but he didn’t think you were so good!

After he calmed down, the next thing he did was brag to everyone (more than he already did), looking at you like a real beautiful crazy exercise machine.

"I KNEW IT! MY COUPLE IS FCKING AMAZING!" the guy squealed excitedly, some turning around because of the loud noise.

"Lower your voice, Keisuke! We're still in the gym" You laughed, feeling it lift you off the ground for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

"And why do you think I scream? I want everyone to know how amazing you are, baby"

The idea of having a real partner to practice with fascinated him, even more so if that person was you, his couple. And although sometimes he can be a brute who doesn't know how to differentiate between a man and a woman, with you she manages to make that exception. Just for you.

—chifuyu!

Your addiction to exercise for some reason went unnoticed by Chifuyu. You spent more hours than you should have in that room in your house that was meant for you to exercise freely, it was obvious from your physique that you trained.

But how did your boy find out? Like his friend with long black hair, he began to suspect those many hours a day in which he didn't know anything about you: a message, a call, even an emoticon! Nothing.

This is how he ends up emptying his doubts on Baji, who explains without complications that he already knew. Well, everyone knew them, except him. Of course your adorable boyfriend would run to question you.

"Is that true, baby?" He turns to look at you and you nod in response "why didn't you tell me anything?"

"You never asked, Fuyu" you just shrugged "Besides, everyone knows! It's very obvious"

He sighed, still unable to believe it "I couldn't have been so clueless… or yes?"

"What do you think"

After a few days, Chifuyu did manage to get over the shock, in fact he brings you drinks and fruits after each routine session while they talk about random topics.

—mitsuya!

From the beginning of the relationship, Mitsuya knew about your workout addiction. He would take you to the gym and pick you up to go together, while you told the other what you did during the day. He even asked to know your meal plan so he could prepare it for you.

He loves you very much, which is why he wants to protect you as much as possible despite knowing full well that you can handle your "obsession".

"That looks really heavy, baby, be careful" Mitsuya was using his half hour off to watch you do your thing at the gym.

"Baby, did you come to bring me lunch or tell me what to do?"

"I have to take care of you, honey"

Mitsuya will definitely not stop worrying that you might hurt yourself by overdoing your crazy routine but he can live with that.

—hakkai!

Surprising Hakkai was easy if you knew how to hide the surprise very well. So when he found out about you workout addiction, he initially refused to believe it.

I mean, how was it possible that his sweet and adorable couple could do 200 sit-ups and 100 push-ups a day? Or hold up some kind of weight?

His mind was not able to assimilate it. But that was the reality, he was still amazed as you prepared to warm up.

"Are you seriously doing all this, cutie?" He asked, full of surprise when he noticed that blackboard full of excessive numbers and positions at the back of you room.

"I already told you yes, babe, can you hand me the hand weight?"

Yes, maybe Hakkai will never get over it, much less that blackboard.

—takemichi!

Looking beyond your flashy addiction, for Takemichi to recognize that you were actively athletic was admirable and disappointing at the same time.

Don't get him wrong, he appreciated that you were really energetic and motivated but knowing that you were even stronger than him made him miserable. Or that's what he confessed to you the other day.

"I can't, baby.." said the blonde with his head down "I can never be as strong as you"

"Oh, of course you can, honey!" You squealed to encourage him, you knew your boy had potential. You just had to help him organize his messy thoughts "We can train together next time. I can help you with that"

"Would you do that for me?" His eyes lit up when he heard you, hugging you tightly when you nodded happily.

Over time, Takemichi learned to see you as a figure of inspiration, asking you to teach him any routine that suited his body and all the tips to stay fit and more skillful.

—kazutora!

The first time you mentioned your "hobby" to Kazutora was that afternoon when you asked him to come pick you up after his workout at the gym.

Thousands of doubts arose in his mind: Did you train? Did you go to boxing classes? He felt dizzy, how was it possible, if you were so fucking adorable! But seeing you punching that punching bag so fiercely after a round of exercises answered all of his doubts: his couple was an exercise addict.

"Tora, here!" When he managed to spot you in front of the gym entrance, he ran up to you. Smiling, you stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss.

"Why were you l-?" Suddenly, kazutora handed you a small bag containing a sports top "Mh? And that?"

"I got it for you, cutie" he smiled, kissing your forehead "You need it for your exercises, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I don't support you?"

You crossed your arms "Babe, did you buy it because I need it or because you want to see me use it?"

"I.. I won't answer that" You couldn't help but laugh at his blushing cheeks.

Kazutora managed to play you along as the love between the two grew, offering himself as a punching bag in exchange for closing the "training session" with kisses and lots of cuddles.

©2024 ／ ENJOY ♡ — OK, but I felt sooo canon baji’s reaction haha. And I'm sorry if there are some mistakes in the writing 💀 I still haven't perfected my englishhh. I'll be back soon with second part, wait for it 👀 Thank u for reading, babes!!

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tooweirdforyou · 11 months ago

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Hi, can you write sum abt tokyo rev (preferably draken and mikey)x y/n in which they go on a midnight walk? talkin abt stuff and yeah whatev ud like~

ilove your drawings and thank you for writing this if you answer it or do it or yeah^^

Midnight Talks » Draken + Mikey x Reader

A/N : it might be a bit angsty but I thought it was cute. apologies that it’s short! <3 it’s also a little rushed so please forgive me. :))

The night was still long.

After riding your bikes down to the coast of the city, where the dock laid, the three of you, you, Mikey and Draken, were now taking a nice, calming stroll along the water, the moonlight casting down on you as you spoke of random nonsense.

You share laughs, jokes and old memories that have you smiling for a lifetime.

Until you remember what they do, and the injuries you had to clean for them today.

The joy was dying down and you all just walked in silence, enjoying the peace and each other’s company.

Mikey was swinging your arm while Draken, who had put his jacket over you, secured his grip on you and held it steady.

“… You know, you don’t have to be so reckless..”

You were a little afraid to say anything but you spoke before you could stop yourself.

“Huh?” Both blondes blink and glance at you as you kept your face ahead but vision lowered.

“.. I mean.. just be more careful.. you know? I don’t want to keep seeing you come back to me covered in bruises and cuts, all bloody and shit.”

The air suddenly grew tense as no one said anything else, until Mikey chuckles. “What are you talking about, [Nickname]?”

Draken doesn’t say anything but you had a feeling that he knew what you meant. And he had the idea that this is what you wanted to say all along.

After all, you suggested the idea of the walk in the first place.

“..I’m just saying, maybe take it easier next time? You guys just straight into fights without a second thought.”

Walking in between the two blondes, you sigh gently as you express your thoughts on their daily gang fights, your worry seen over your expression.

Mikey looks towards the water, standing on your right with his left hand intertwined with yours.

Draken stares ahead, standing on your left right his right arm around and locked with yours.

“I can take them down easily.” Mikey simply says and you frown at his ignorance. “What if one day you pick a fight with someone stronger than you? You’ll get hurt.” You point out and Mikey merely grins.

“I have Ken-chin!” He beams, looking over at the tall one who sighs. “[Name] has a point, I won’t always be there, Mikey.”

Mikey pouts as he looks into the distance this time. “What’s that supposed to mean? You’ll always be by my side, right?”

You abruptly stop, causing both males to release their hold on you and look back as you stare straight at Mikey.

“Mikey.”

The tone of your voice makes the Toman leader momentarily stop, his demeanor changing as he looks back at you.

“Please.. stay safe for me. Okay?” Your eyes turn to Draken, hints of sadness glinting in them. “Same for you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to either of you. I care about you both so much..”

You turn to the water, taking a deep breath to prevent your voice from breaking at the thought of the two blondes with serious injuries or worse possible conditions.

“Promise me you’ll stay safe for me, and stay by me forever.”

The boys hadn’t said a word, staring at the moonlight shining it’s reflection in the water before Draken places a hand on your head.

“Promise, [Name]. We’ll be careful.”

Mikey turns to you and tightens his grip on your hand, smiling softly at you.

“I promise you, [Nickname]. I won’t ever leave your side.”

okay. this is very late. I know. very short. not my best work.

#tooweirdforyou #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #draken x reader #ryuguji ken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers draken #tr draken #tr mikey #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader

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short-black-diamond · 2 years ago

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Tokyo revengers with a muslim friend :D

part two , tr with a muslim wife

Hey guys, I just wanted to write a quick blurb on how the tokyo rev characters would react/ or have a friend who is a muslim, sth like an exchange student. It's going to be character x fem!reader mostly. Also, I am writing this for a friend who is a muslim and she wanted me to write this because "Ramadan" => fasting season for the muslims is arriving in less than five days, so yeah, happy reading!

Its sfw, with mostly platonic things but getting a little romantig and crush like for the characters and yeah, I also Indulged Hinata and Emma cuz I love Them

Also I have never really watched tokyo revengers, so I'll try to make it into headcannons:D

Warnings: cursing, stupid boys trying to be polite and whatnot

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Takemichi, Hinata, Emma, Angry, Smiley, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji

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Scenario: You moved to Japan because your parents had better salaray here and now your are here, in a new school and with many people you don't know, and of course, you are asked about the thing around your head, why you never wear pants and just long skirts, and in over all, always vanish at a certain time - multiple times a day.

...

Mikey:

man had no idea why your hair was covered

Mikey thought that you had cancer or something to be honest

when you explained him why you were wearing it, he understood. Partly.

When you also told him about ramadan and about the fasting season, mans was not having it.

"wait does that mean that you're not allowed to eat and drink anything for a whole month?!"

he was feeling pity on you (you had to explain that you'd be fasting everyday form four in the morning to the fourth praying time around 18 o'clock and that it was actually fine

then you had to explain to him that it was actually okay and that you cherished this season because you could repent to your god and beg for forgiveness for all the "sins" you committed

like girl shut up you are too pure and precious, the most you could've done is steal a lollypop when you were eight

he didn't really make a huge deal out of anything else but just freaked out at the food part bc why would you fast a whole month??

Mans just loving food and can't understand why you'd do it even when you give him valid reasons

also doesn't understand when you sometimes look at your phone before excusing yourself quickly

thinks that you have an important meeting but you return like ten minutes later? Whenever you guys meet up with the others, and you guys are doing sth from 12 to 16 o'clock, you vanish at 1 and 15 and come back shortly

Mikey doesn't like that whole dissappearing thing and just decides to follow you one day

He finds you in the girls bathroom at first and you step out after a few minutes with a wet face and socks in your hands, going into an empty classroom

As he opens the door, he sees you standing in the room on a rectangular carpet and hands folded on top of each other on your chest while facing a specific direction

he tries to analyse what you're doing but doesn't get the hang of it

then you bow with your upper body going down with your hands on your knees and straight legs in a 90° manner, stand up, raise your hands to your heads level, and lower your whole body this time, then sitting up, and bowing down again all the while muttering something

as you were doing this movement a three more times and you were at the end where you look to your right choulder and then to your left, you fold your hands in front of you and close your eyes while muttering something

Mikey just stood there, watching you as you finished...whatever you were doing and then asked you about it.

"praying five times a day? So often? and you have to wash your hands, face, ears, hair, neck, arms and feet for that?" "Yes, to be clean for my prayer. Sorry that I didn't tell you sooner.."

Assures you that it's okay, apologizes for following you and now knows why you always dissapear, but doesn't understand what you are doing at the end of your prayer

When he asks you about it, you just go: "It's called a "dua". There, I can ask god for whatever I crave and "insha allah"(=if god wills, it will happen), I will get it. I usually pray for us all to have a bright future, my family staying wealthy and healthy, my brothers finding good wives and for all kind of the living in this world to find their way to heaven."

at that, Mikey blushed a little and his eyes lit up

you were really praying for everybody and everything to be okay

his heart started beating faster when he thought about how you were praying for him too to come to heaven

As you are talking about your religion so passionately, he can't help but wonder more.

You are also very nice to him and he never heard you swear to be honest

he also asks deep questions about if he'll ever see the gates to "Jannah" (=heaven), and you answer him that he should just pray, think about his actions and weigh them from if they are rally that important to make or if he really should do that (when beating up thugs)

he wants to try fasting too but ends up forgetting after an hour and starts eating taiyaki in front of you and when you look away with a strained smile, he remembers and freaks out, quickly stuffing the food away from your gaze while apologizing

And since you give around such a calm vibe, he doesn't have the energy to fight thugs and whatnot, just wants to stay where you are and talk

Honestly feels at the most peace with you

Draken:

He actually knew about islam and that you were a muslim when looking at your hijab and long skirt as well as your jacket or long sleeved shirts which always covered your whole body except your hands and face

didn't really think that he'd get to meet a muslim tbh, let alone get a muslim friend

since you were the new transfer student from ___, he didn't really know you and what your intentions were but you were actually looking like the most peaceful person who walked on earth

thought you looked rather cute with that sweet smile and blushed when you asked him for a pen cuz you forgot your pencil case at home one time

notices that you're not eating anything one day and offers his bento to you only to decline and telling him that you were fasting

didn't really get it so he asked about it and found out that Ramadan had started the day prior and in the time zone from march, tuesday the 21st or thursday 23rd and ending on thursday the 20th on april

was really shocked cuz why would you fast when it was getting rather hot in Japan?

when you told him your reasons, he didn't really seem satisfied with your answers but accepted it when it was your religion

also asked himself whenever you left randomly and returned in the span of 20 minutes

so he asked and you told him that you were just praying

he also didn't understand and just looked it up on his phone and then he read the story about how the humans much earlier should have actually prayed 50 or 55 times a day, but one prophet asked for god to reduce it to five times, and so, you were praying every day in the morning, noon, afternoon, evening and night

bro couldn't understand how you could do that, he can't even brush his teeth twice a day

Then he does more research about your religion and finds out that muslims shouldn't/weren't allowed to get a tattoo

he deflates at that, his heart squeezing painfully at the though of you rejecting him for the tattoo on the side of his head and his hairstyle overall

suddenly doesn't wants to have bald sides, thinks about letting his hair grow

he also starts panicking if you'll ever think about dating him in the first place

aside from his love life crisis, actually thinks it's pretty cool that you're just happily living out to your religion and develops a big crush on you

cuz like, you're actually pretty nice, sweet, calm and polite

tries to fast with you but gives up after a week

then you praise him for doing such a great job he gains courage again

only completes another week but still happy, congratulating you for fasting through the hole month

Takemichi:

Never heard of Islam, always in his own little world with spending time with toman, hanging out with his friends and trying to study

so when he sees you, bro was bamboozled

what is that? a-a hijam? Hijaaaaa? Hijab! Ah, now he got it! no he didn't

Is one of the kids who surrounds you at the start of the day and asks questions about that cloth hiding your hair and you answer with a smile

asks you various things about your religion and why you never yell when you are getting bullied or just fight them

"Because Allah will praise me for not raising my fists against those who don't know better than to start a fight."

Bro was mesmerized by those wise words and tries not to engage in fights that much

also used the excuse on some thugs and he just left them dumbfounded

one of them even cried after Takemichi quoted your words

his life just got a lot more easier from then on

one time he got called "the philosoph of Japan" for that and he just snickered to himself

occasionally invites you to hang out with toman but you only agree when Emma or Hinata or any other girl is there too

when asked why, you answered him that you were neither allowed to be alone with a bunch of guys- only with your brothers or father

and that you also didn't feel really that comfy around so many boys

from then on, always asks the girls and then you if you'd like to come sometime, also reduces his meetup with the boys from half of the toman gang to just him, mikey, Draken, smiley, angry, mitsuya, chifuyu and Baji

Hinata:

Thinks you look very pretty

like honestly, you have such a pretty smile and you are also so calm about everything

Your customised school uniform is also very cute, and your casual clothes fit your personality perfectly

you don't really wear tight stuff, more like wide shirts and skirts which don't give away your body form

she honestly doesn't even know herself if you're thin or thick, and she doesn't really care either, cuz what counts is the PERSONALITY

when you get bullied by the other girls for covering your hair and wearing "baggy", you either laugh along with them or ignore them

When she asked you why you didn't do anything against it, you simply answered: "Allah warned us to watch our mouths around snakes, otherwise you'll taste the venom and become a one yourself." (ok allah never said that I just added it for dramatic-ness)

Sis was amazed and took -just like Takemichi- your advice to heart

when she got bullied then sometimes, she just ignored the bullies like you and didn't think about their rude words

girl had an easier life from then on

also finds it cute how you are not trying to raise attantion on yourself, only engaging in conversation when another party starts it

highkey wants to protect you

is protecting you actually

Emma:

When Emma saw you for the first time, she honestly thought you were some kind of model

The way your face looked like with sweet plump lips, thick eyebrows and long eyelashes and make up kept to a minimum

and you also wore stylish clothes, despite wearing that cloth on your head and covering everything up except your face and hands

thought you were one of the most beautiful girls she had seen

wants your fashion style

and like the others, she asked about that whole religious thing and you also answered her with a smile and soft voice

sister is lowkey developing a protection sense for you but can't help but look at you like a grown up

you're just...so mature for your age that in her sentences, she sometimes let's "older sister" slip out a few times on accident

tries to act all mature too from now on but can't help but crave a few things like sweets

doesn't understand the amount of tea you drink everyday

Angry (Souya):

When he saw you, boy was so confused but also mesmerized by the amount of rizz you had

no but like when he saw you, he thought of you as very gorgeous-which you are!

poor baby boy was too shy to start talking to you, but he wanted to know why you were even wearing stuff like that.. n-not that it was bad! you look amazing! Just...why?

We can not forget that all these boys are lowkey dumb so i imagine that he might have an ounce of what your religion is, but also not more than that

luckily-or unlickily for him, because when his brother sees him trying to start a conversation with you, smiley knows that angry is nervous and most possibly developing a crush on you

so he embarrasses his brother as much as possible

aside from that, you could be complimenting his baby blue hair and he'd become a blushing mess and stuttering out a quiet "th-thank you...!", with not being able to stand eyecontact or even your gaze on him

also doesn't really get that whole fasting thing, like, are you happy that you're not eating? will you be okay to not eat at all from morning till night?

poor baby is concerned about your health :( <3

tries to participate to get a feeling on how it'd be to not eat anything for a day

boy was exhausted by lunchtime

how could you live like it was no problem???

wanted to buy himself food but stopped when he remembered that he should be fasting

his stomach growled very loudly in disagreement in class the whole day and bro was in pain

he also had sport with you, but you were only sweating lightly while he was ringing for air

stormed into the bathroom to drink water form tap, but no drinking either so he didn't drink and just sat by the sink, thirsty as hell

felt like he'd pass out

when you found him, you gave him a water bottle and ordered him to drink, scolding him when he explained that he wanted to try fasting too

"Souya, you know that I've been doing that since I was eight, and aside from the fasting month, I usually also fast monday's and thursday's."

bro was flabbergasted, cuz why would you fast voluntarily??

"It's so that I can catch up to the times I was unable to fast." What you meant by that was that when muslim girls and women are on their period, they are either unable to fast or pray, but you forgot to share that info with him out of embarrassment for even thinking about bringing it up

angry doesn't really understand but doesn't want to pry either

tries to be as polite and touch you as little as possible

lowkey wants to ask you out but doesn't know if it's okay when looking into your religious mind

Smiley (Nahoya):

Ah yes, another dummy

thought that you were just a normal girl who had some sickness

nonetheless, started becoming friends with you cuz you were really nice and sweet

bro didn't understand that whole praying thing

When you explained, he asked in the end what you were mumbling, and when you said that you were reciting "sura" verses in arabic, bro was livid

"So you can speak arabic?" "yes/ no, sadly"

gets more interested in you and your precious religion

asks you about all that tea you're consuming with a close-eyed smile, and you said that you really loved black tea (chai tea..? I have no idea how to spell that)

gave it a try and fell in love with the tea

Also tries to participate in it, but looses it the moment his stomach growls

tries the other day but also only succeeds halfway

going on a rampage on how well you were doing despite not eating anything at all

tries again for the third time but gives into the food again when he was missing three hours until he could break the fasting

mans just loving food too much

also you have his respect cuz you're like, not really bothered by the lack of food in your tummy???

Mitsuya:

Like Emma, bro is mesmerized by your beauty and thought you were a model too

likes the sweet little emboidments on your scarf and skirt, inspires him to designing similar clothes to yours for a little more diversity

asked you where you got it from and when you mentioned the shop's/company's name, bro searched it up and was having a heart attack

the places you were shopping from were having the best looking clothes he's ever seen

from elegant to pastel coloured to prideful looking hijabs, niqabs and other types of shawls

or skirts and dresses and shirts with amazing cotton quality and sweet little logos

when he talks to you, he can't help but wonder why you never really looked him in the eyes or how calm your voice was

lowkey thought you hated him

but baby for what could you hate him!?!?

When he searched on google, he found out the reason

girls should not get in touch with boys

so he was a little more than arms length away from you

somehow fell in love when with the sight of you when he saw you staying by the traffic lights while the wind blowed and your hijab and skirt were swaying beautifully with the wind

tries to get to know you even better and finds out that you love children (my friend's family has aunts with three to seven kids and she herself is a child of four)

tries to woo you by meeting up with the girls, boys, and his little sisters

his sisters fall in love with you, complimenting your headshawl and you coo and giggle at their preciousness and he falls in love with you even more when he sees you interact with them so peacefully

googles or asks into chatgbt what type of guy a muslim girl shouldn't date and he saw that muslim boys shouldn't wear tattoos or piercings, he grabbed his one piercing and the side of his head in horror

was lowkey depressed for a while

Chifuyu:

Bro was not getting it

you were a muslim? but other muslim girls don't even go that far as you to wear long clothes and a headshawl

anyways, he found it nice of you to share your notes in class and fell in love with your handwriting

it was so...well, cursive, but straight, and as if you'd have to adapt form an oriental language to the asian one

bro didn't want ot give you your notes back but remembered that he could just take a pic

one time, he saw you petting a cat and it was honestly the cutest sight he's ever seen, cuz when you stroked one cat, another came and then another one and in the end, you were surrounded by cats and every single one demanded headpats

He went over to you to pet some of the cats too and asked you about them

"Oh, it's just...I really love cats. they're very cute"

'and so are you', but he never voiced out that thought, instead opting to just pet the cats next to you

lowkey planned the wedding for you guys cuz you were just so pretty and you treated cats with such big respect

bro was mad inlove

when you were fasting, Chifuyu was concerned just like Angry and asked you if you were okay every hour

one time you were holding your head with a frown and boy was he scared

"You need something? Water? Uh- that-th-that tea you always drink?? Uhhh, want sushi!?"

You just reassured him that it was sometimes like this when you didn't feel so good and you had migraine sometimes or you didn't feel well

Baji:

he thought that muslims were terrorists, cuz he played many racist games without thinking deeper into it, like cmon he's like what, thirteen? fourteen?

When I tell you that he was just looking at you with a big frown, his fangs accentuating the downwards-turned corners of his mouth

he honestly expected some kind of ugly and scary looking guy whose face was covered up and who'd be throwing his backpack somewhere into the classroom and then running away while laughing evilly

like, baji...NO-

when he sees you, his idea of the religion does a 360°

like, how can games represent muslims in such a bad way when there was such a sweet girl with a headshawl around her head cutely introducing herself with that soft smile and calm voice???

thought ramadan was a relative of yours at first

didn't believe you when you said you'd be fasting for a whole month

bro was looking at you with suspicion written all over his face

Baji didn't really understand your religion

"so you fast to get a feeling on how the poor people must have felt like?" "Yes :D"

"Why are you washing yourself so often?" "To pray :D"

"Why aren't you eating anything?" "I'm fasting :D"

Then, a few weeks later

"What are you drinking???" "Black tea :D"

bro was concerned on a whole other level

desperately wants to know if you have a second head like that one guy in harry potter

or if you have short or long hair

like, chill, you will tell him what you're willing to spill

unlike the others, he actually fights the ones who try to bully you, but before he can land a hit, your voice echoes in an angry echo through the classroom, hallway, and his soul

He lets go of the bitch who tried to talk shit about you behind your back and it runs of like the rat it is

baji faces you with a deep frown, asking you why you stopped him, cuz he was defending you

"The one's who try to make the living of other people miserable will end up with the worst life."

Bro didn't fight anybody that day

you got my man really into thinking, huh?

anyways, tries to get on your good side because he thinks that you might not like him for getting violent, and you hate violence, but you cherished that he stood up for you

wants to know if you really are fasting or if you're secretely eating something from time ot time

bro is just suspicious like that :/

BONUS: It was the end of the fasting month and you invited the ones closest to you over at your pace for them to taste what you and your mother (/and sisters) cooked or baked. when the doorbell rang, you went over and opened it, happy to see that all your friends had made it. "Come in guys! Before the food gets cold!"

And none of the kids didn't want to be told twice. Baji and Mikey were the first ones to take of their shoes and followed after you like eager puppies, with Chifuyu and Takemichi running after them a little clumsily. Angry and Smiley went with no haste while Draken, Mityua, Emma and Hinata were wandering around your sweet home where there were no family pictures, but more like, arabic terms or big paintings of landscapes or a forest with a house or a sea in the forest.

When they all arrived in the dining room, they couldn't believe their eyes; sure, there were other kids present from your siblings' side, but there was enough for everybody.

You quickly served the table for everyone, giving them either juice, tea, water or sprite and cake, other, homecooked meals and the best of all: Dates.

"They look weird.", Baji stated. Smiley and Draken confirmed with a nod.

"Why are they so soft, yet so firm?", Chifuyu asked, while he, Angry and Takemichi inspected the weird fruit in childish wonder.

"And they are really sweet?", Mikey asked, squinting his eyes at the treat. Emma and Hinata, and even Mitsuya were giving each other uneasy glances while you just nodded eagerly.

"C'Mon guys, I also always eat sushi and whatnot with you, just give it a try!"

And so they bite in. Mikey is the first one ot moan in delight, closely followed by Baji who gave out a satisfied groan and the others also hummed their new found love for the nice fruit.

Baji and Mikey end up taking three packages with them while the others take one or two of the dates you offered. in the end, everybody got to take something to eat with them and they were all happy that they got to be your friends.

They were all glad that you introduced your religion to them, if not, they'd never have understood you and maybe thought that you might be a weirdo.

"You'll invite us next year again, right?", Mikey asked, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes to which you nodded reassuringly. "Yes, of course! You guys are my best friends!", at that, all the boys had a pained expression on their face.

Well, seems like they'll have to be more gentleman-like from now on.

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Hey guys? How was that? I am also fasting alongside my friend and it's actually pretty fun! Sure, you might feel very hungry from time to time, but it's really worth it in the end!

Should I make a part two out of that? If yes, please tell me in the comment or via asking box for who I should write next.

Read you in the next post!

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strwbnnie · 2 years ago

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Y’all I know I said I wasn’t posting anything else until I revised some older fics buttttt I just couldn’t get this series out of my head 🥲 let’s call it the Tokyo Rev. Occupation Series where I’ll be writing a series of nsfw blurbs about these sleazy professionals & their favorite clients 🫶🏾

First up we have :

Dentist!Smiley

Lmaoooo this one is so obvious but Smiley is one of the best dentists there is. His office is a serene environment, even with the rap music playing, mainly Youngboy cus that’s who he claims he resonates with and it reminds him of his adolescence 😭 Souya thinks it’s unprofessional but regardless, it’s what he likes and his clients never complain, except you.

Smiley’s known for enhancements. Says a person’s smile is their best asset and has dedicated his life to helping people achieve their perfect smile. Porcelain veneers are his specialty—he focuses on aesthetic and functionality. His prices are a bit steep but his work speaks for itself.

At only 27 years old he owns his own private practice and has made a name for himself in such little time. A lot of people are skeptics, claiming he’s far too young to know what the hell he’s doing, and that he’s overrated. He used to get so many comments about him being a scammer, ripping off clients, and a whole bunch of other bullshit on the daily.

It was infuriating but he’s not the person he used to be. Plus he can’t fight thousands of strangers on the internet. So he addressed it one time and one time only on ig live.

“I don’t do promo like y’all’s favorite dentists, and I don’t fancy putting big white cinderblocks in people’s mouths for a couple thousand dollars like y’all’s favorite dentists.”

“If you don’t wanna work with me, that’s cool, but don’t disrespect me or my craft. My work is immaculate so pay my fucking price, or don’t, but somebody will and you’ll know the difference.”

Of course it went viral, probably cus he said the whole thing with a smile on his face. Had the internet in an uproar—he was cool, calm and a little stern with just the right amount of sassy and of course you ate it up. Booked your consultation at Kawata Dentistry a few weeks later, paid almost 23 bands for your perfect smile, and you couldn’t be happier. He was much cuter in person, and yes, his teeth are just as straight and white in person. What intrigued you the most was the way the smile on his face never wavered, even when he was a bit annoyed at his receptionist for double booking his appointments.

That was nearly a year ago and he’s been your dentist since, and in the span of that year he’s come to like you a lot—enough to say you’re his favorite client. It makes him so fucking happy that you’ve started to smile for him more, no longer self-conscious about your imperfect smile, now you give him real smiles showing damn near all thirty two of your teeth.

He thinks you’re pretty as fuck too, never wearing any makeup, just your mink lashes and that Dior lip stuff you like. Smiley loves the way you keep yourself up—hair and nails always done and you always smell good as fuck, it’s obvious you’re a high maintenance, luxury bitch. But when you walk through his threshold, when you enter his domain, you’re nothing more than a slut for him to play with and he loves it.

He’s sitting on his stool, wheels locked while you’re on your knees between his legs with his fat cock stuffed in your mouth. The stretch makes your jaw ache but neither of you regard that. You swallow around his cock and it sends shivers up his spine. “Oh fuck, you’re so good at that.”

He calls it a ‘stress test’ and how he got you to agree to this the first time, you’ll never know, it must’ve been his way with words, since that’s what drew you to him in the first place.

Brent Faiyaz is playing, cus you hate that ‘rah-rah rap shit’ and you made it your business to tell him every time you enter his office, once you got comfortable enough.

He’s got your hair fisted into a makeshift ponytail, loves the raw Indian tape-ins you have in this time.

Smiley’s yanking at your hair, bobbing your head up and down, occasionally pushing you down far enough for his peachy pubes to tickle your nose. He’s spewing praise after praise as you please him. Going on and on about how you’re so pretty, especially when you’re on your knees letting him use your mouth like this. Thank goodness for the music, the gyuck sounds are so loud, so obscene as his thrusts get faster and sloppier.

The shaft of his cock is jutting against your teeth every single time the tip of him kisses the back of your throat, makes him shudder every time. He lets out a deep sigh, holding your head still and jerking his hips up.

“Holy shit, you’re so perfect.”

This lasts until he cums, which is never long, you are the client with the perfect mouth after all. He pops his cock out of your mouth, pressing kisses to your lips again and again until he’s satisfied.

You’re still on your knees and he’s still gripping your jaw, you already know what he wants so you crack a wide smile for him. You’re sure you look crazy—spit and cum (you’re dentist’s cum) running down your chin, just smiling like an idiot. He turns your head side to side, using his other hand to run his finger over the tips of your teeth.

“No loosies or chipping.” He smiles at his own handiwork. “Lemme clean you up and get a picture.” It’s sweet, the way he wipes your face so gently and helps you up. He walks away for a second, washes his hands and returns with a tiny paper cup full of mouthwash, remembers alcohol free is your preference.

The goal is a minute but he lets you slide with the forty-five second swish. He hugs you tight, and he doesn’t let go. Neither do you, your arms perched against his shoulders as you stare up at him.

“When imma see you again? Every four months ain’t cutting it nomore.”

“You can see me whenever, you know where I be, what time I take lunch. Unless you trying to take me on a date outside of work hours.”

You nod, and when you do he’s pulling out his phone, handing it to you with a light chuckle. “Alright, gimme your number. We’ll set something up.”

Later that day, you see he posted you on his personal page. Your teeth looks amazing but you hope the hearts in your eyes and the way you press yourself against him isn’t too obvious.

@/smiley_orthodontist : Another satisfied client back for routine maintenance! I love making pretty girls prettier 🥺🫶🏻

I guess it’s safe to say you really like your dentist & he really likes you too!

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x black reader #tokyo rev x you #nahoya kawata #smiley x reader #x black reader #black coded reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #Tokyo revengers x black reader #HentyeHottie

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tsukkismoonlight · 8 months ago

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Hi! Idk if you’re taking requests right now, but if you are can I please request headcannons or a scenario of Izana finding out he has a younger half brother(reader is younger than him by a year)from his bio parents? After reader was born, they give him to a different orphanage and he was adopted by another family. Izana finds out about his existence, after Shinichiro’s death. And maybe how Izana would treat him/interact with him(fluff if possible)? I’m sorry if this is a little too much.

hi!!! First, thank you sm for sending this in to me! I don’t get to write for tokyo rev as much as I want to so i was pretty excited for this! On that note tho,,,i really don't know enough about Izana like I probably should, so if this is a bit out of character or idk inconsistent with the actual timeline i am so sorry 😭 i also wrote this half awake so i rlly hope its not like choppy or anything,,,but anyways !!!! Also this literally took my ages to finish and i am so sorry 😭 i have the worst time with writing things especially when i /want/ to write them (and work has been a whole other thing so) but ANYWAYS

It's been some two years since Izana’s older brother died. Most of those years he had spent in denial of sorts, and there was of course, the anger that he had tried so hard not to give in to.

Two long years of carefully avoiding anyone he used to know, all while crafting his own gang as their new leader. Anything to get back at those who have wronged him, stolen from him…hurt him. He would have his kingdom, and no one could stop him, not even Manjiro Sano.

“Hey boss, this was left by the door.” A voice he doesn’t care to distinguish cuts him from his thoughts, and Izana turns to look at the manila envelope being held out to him.

He takes it quickly, flipping it over a few times before tearing it open, dumping out the contents onto the short glass table in front of him.

Pictures stare back at him. Most of which are of a young boy, and who he can assume is the boy’s family.

Izana rifles through the photos, an unwelcome feeling of anxiety shooting through his body as his eyes landed on a photocopy of a birth certificate, and an adoption paper.

“Uhh, sir?” The Tenjiku member shifted his weight on his feet, “is that like, someone we have to take out?”

Izana’s eyes slide to him, a look of pure annoyance filling them as Izana waves him off wordlessly.

Izana looks back to the pictures spread out in front of him, the unknown boy in each one who looks like he couldn’t be more than a year or two younger than Izana himself.

The words of his mother chimed in the back of his head. She had told him that he wasn’t blood relatives with his family. She had told him that he was all alone. That there was no one he truly had as a family.

In a sudden fit of rage, Izana found himself flipping the glass table onto its side, watching as it slid away and into the nearest wall.

He approached the mess of glass and photos, chest heaving. He once more peered into the eyes of that young boy, and snatched up the picture, alongside the adoption record.

He knew what he needed to do.

It only took about a week to find the kid. It took maybe another for Izana to work up the nerve to approach him.

He was sitting alone outside of a school, reading some manga that had seen better days. The thing was battered and its pages yellowed.

“Hey kid.” He said, watching as the younger boy stilled.

He looked up, puzzled, “uh…hi?”

With a clear view of his face, Izana could see the resemblance between himself and his half brother. A lot of it was in the eyes, he had the same eyes, the same never ending stare.

“Are you-“ he started, but the words caught in his throat, unable to bring him to speak the name.

“Am I what?” The boy furrowed his brows, taking a second to study Izana.

Then he did something that surprised him.

“You’re Izana! Izana Kurokawa!” He grinned, immediately getting to his feet, “that means you got my message!”

“You sent the pictures?” Izana could hardly believe it. How did this kid figure it out?

The younger boy nodded, “Well, I knew from the start that I was adopted, and well my family isn’t very secretive. But I never thought that I would have a brother! When I asked my parents they said that we had been separated when we were really young and…”

The kid rambled on, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself.

“You parents told you…?” Izana felt his stomach churn. Of course he wasn’t the lucky one. He had spent his whole life living a lie, and now the truth was right in front of him.

Before the kid could answer, Izana asked another question, “Are you hungry?”

He wasn't sure where it came from, but Izana had the urge to take care of the kid. Perhaps it was something he picked up from Sinichiro, or maybe it was just him wanting to be there for the kid like how he had wanted when he was younger, in the days before the Sano family.

“Uh…yeah I guess so!”

And that was all it took.

For the following weeks Izana would wake up earlier than normal just to walk with his half brother to school.

He would take him out for meals when the two could get away with it.

Izana had his gang carefully follow him around in case anyone tried to mess with the kid.

It wasn’t until one of his members brought it up to him that Izana even realized how much he was doing for the kid…for his brother.

He caught himself with a small smile on his face any time he thought about how he could do something for the kid.

Izana even began to catch himself thinking about what they could do when the kid was older. Would he want to move in with him? Maybe the kid could learn to ride one of the motor bikes with Izana. He would think about maybe even one day having him join the gang, mostly for safety reasons, but maybe in case Izana needs to pass on the mantle for any reason.

And the craziest thing about it to him was that he wasn’t even sure when he started to think this way.

All he knew was that the kid was his brother, and nothing would ever change that or come between them again.

#izana kurokawa #izana req #izana tokyo revengers #platonic izana #platonic tokyo rev #note from anon <3

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hetalia-club · 2 years ago

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My Hetalia Character Driving Head cannons.

(Whether I think they are good drivers or not)

America- Is an okay driver. Has a lot of road rage. Is the guy in the lifted pick up truck tailgating you as you are already going 20 over the speed limit. Then he will flip you off after passing you as if YOU did something wrong. It's his road we all are just driving on it.

England- He secretly cannot drive. Never got his license. He has people drive him around. He doesn't like people to know he can't drive and he does own a car that he uses as decoration for his driveway.

Canada- Much like America he is an okay driver. He gets angry once he turns his car on and his true personality comes out. He will honk at you and rev his engine behind you. Never uses his turn signal has ben quoted saying "They don't need to know where I'm going, it's none of their business".

France- Is a horrible driver. But he refuses to think that he is and he will tell you he is the best driver while he tries to eat a full course meal and steer his car.

Russia- Terrible driver. Will not take constructive criticism on it. Has totaled more cars than he can even remember. He blames it on the ice on the road but he will blame the ice even in the middle of summer.

China- Chooses not to drive mostly out of principal. He does not like to follow trends (he said driving was a trend back in the 1800s and now he cant go back on it for his pride).

North Italy- He is not a 'good' driver. He does not pay attention and will do anything but look at the actual road. But despite that he has never wrecked a single car. He gets pulled over all the time though. Collects service lights on his car like they are achievements in a video game. He hears his car making a noise and he just says "That's a new fun sounds :)" and will ignore it for six months until it just won't start anymore. (I may or may not be projecting here)

South Italy- Okay he's a good driver but depends on the setting. Put him on an F1 track and he will take first place every time. He doesn't necessarily follow the rules of the road but only when he is confidant no cops are around so he gets pulled over less than his brother.

Germany- a great driver. He follows all the rules to an annoying degree hands at 10 & 2, adjusts his mirrors every time he gets in his car, always uses turn signals. You will never see the gas or service light on in his car. Oil changes are onetime to the day or early.

Prussia- Does not have his license and he does not want it. He makes Germany be his personal chauffeur.

Japan- A great driver. Put him in a muscle car and he will Tokyo drift all over the place. Other than that he is a lot like Germany in that he always follows the rules.

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highkeykithes · 2 years ago

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The Gift of Love

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Pairing: Kokonoi Hajime x F!Reader

Synopsis: When two friends find comfort in each other, but both know it's forbidden.

CW: Friends with benefits, Make-out session, angst (not an ideal ending), mentioned Inui Akane.

A/N: This short is inspired by the fic i'm writing, because i've been wanting to do more oneshots. The chapter that inspired this hasn't been released, so if you follow me on wattpad and read my [Tokyo Rev. x reader] series, just know this isn't part of the plot line at all but you'll probably see something similar later on.

Loud music emerges from speakers on the downstairs floor. People had to shout in order for their friends to hear them; however, that didn’t stop the smile glued on their lips.

People crowded the first floor; the couches, kitchen, tables, and much more furniture were all just bombarded with people's bodies. The second floor was off limits — the one thing the host asked of his guest.

Upon all those people partying was a group of colleagues, the four of them part of the same gang – all scattered in different areas. There were two brothers, the youngest had found his way to the DJ and is now working with him. The eldest Haitani was with a girl in the crowd, smiling down at her with satisfaction as his hands rested on her hips.

No one was watching them, and if someone was they didn't care, cause it's not like they know anyone there. It's probably the reason why the girl was letting him hold her, for she's downed a good amount of cups and looks like she's actually enjoying the night. Because everyone knows if this was any ordinary day, she'd be arguing with the man like usual.

As mentioned there were four of them, but the last was all the way in the kitchen. His narrowed, dark eyes, staying focused on the [color]-haired girl the Haitani dances with, bothered and annoyed with her lack of sobriety.

He was upset with you.

He was annoyed with your weakness when it came to the Haitanis. You seemed to always indulge with whatever they wanted to do, even with the frenemy relationship you have with them. It's why he always ends up tagging along, no matter how many times you try to get him to stay back.

You agreed with the brothers and called him killjoy, stating he's always uptight and never wants to do anything fun. You guys were still young to party, in the future you'll never experience being a nineteen year old again. You were just trying to enjoy the fun moments of a young delinquent, not being up Mikey’s ass all the time.

It's just, it's not that he doesn't want to have fun, or to prevent you from having fun. But he just hates how easy it is for others to match with your personality, talking to you with no trouble like friends and colleagues do. He hates how easy you fall for that excuse of a man, Ran.

“Yoo, Koko,” Suddenly, the boy feels a hand patting his back, followed by new company standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

He freezes, his plastic cup making a crunching noise from the strengthened grip. He looks to his right from where the pat comes from, seeing Ran leaning against the counter with his signature cocky smirk. It irked him that he had the audacity to do that.

“Having fun over here by yourself?” Ran jokes, removing his hand while gesturing to the fountain of punch in front of him. “You haven't gotten winked at yet?” he teases.

“Leave him alone, Ran” You scoff from Koko’s left, back leaned against the counter before raising a new filled cup to your lips. You’ve honestly lost count after your third cup, Koko didn’t though, he knows that's your seventh.

His eyes look over to you, but you're focused on the liquid inside the cup entering your mouth. He hears Ran laughing behind him, followed by an amused groan that makes him want to punch the elder in the face. However, that thought washes away when you lower the cup and turn your head, [color] eyes meeting with his.

He jerks his head back, blinking away to his own cup before chugging the rest of it, acting as if you didn't just catch him staring.

“Woah, Koko!” Your eyes widen along with the smile stretching on your lips, raising your right hand to pat the back of his shoulder. “You sure you can handle the hangover tomorrow?” You tease him, earning a shared laugh with Ran.

“Ohhh yeaah, it's your first time drinking stuff like this, huh?” The lilac-eyed man asks, not giving the boy a chance to answer since he’s too busy gulping down whatever is left in his mouth. “Speaking of, I’m gonna take Rindou a drink. Bastard has been blowing up my phone about it” Ran tsk, taking a brand new cup and nudging Koko aside to fill it up.

The boy bumps into you, gripping the edge of the counter to hold himself up which causes his empty cup to fall on its side. “Damn, are you drunk, Koko?” you ask, continuing to humor the situation with a hint of concern in your voice.

Koko doesn't respond, not even when Ran walks out of the kitchen, leaving you two alone with other strangers. Well, mostly strangers. From what you told them, you knew the host of the party, an old friend from middle school who invited you. Some of these people might be your old classmates, so why aren't you afraid they'll judge you for dropping out to become a delinquent?

Do they even know that you're part of that life? None of you guys are wearing your coats representing the gang, so that helps keeping it a secret. They're all dangled over your bikes left down the street, hidden away so no one steals them. Does being here make you regret following Mikey all the way through? Wishing all these people here were your friends instead of them?

“nghh” Koko suddenly groans, raising a hand to his forehead to comfort the pounding. He's only had three cups, all filled to the top, but only three. How can the rest of you drink closer to ten without feeling like shit? Was he really that much of a killjoy?

“Ahh, alright” you push yourself off the counter and face him, patting his shoulder. “You're gonna feel twenty times worse tomorrow, how about you stop for the night” you suggest with a small smile, one forced upon your lips. He knew you were bothered with his sudden pain.

However, something snaps in Koko, making him feel the need to prove he wasn't going to wuss out with only three cups. When he turned to look at you, his eyes came across the cup in your hand still filled with punch. His own rolled off the counter awhile ago, and the bag of cups were now empty. He decided using yours won't be much of a problem.

He lifted himself up and reached in your direction, targeting the cup that was immediately pulled back by you. The lack of support made him stumble, finding the stable ability by holding himself up on your chest, all while one arm continues reaching for your cup.

Your other hand holds his shoulder, keeping him in place despite it meaning he's pushed up right against you. “Seriously, Koko, it's enough” you state, placing the cup down on the counter before capturing his wrist.

“Whaat? No” He scrunches his face, shaking his head with genuine annoyance that makes you believe he's acting in a sober state. He rips his hand from your grip and pushes your arms down, keeping them there as he turns you two around so he's closer to the drink.

You never knew Koko could be this stubborn, determined all for a halfway filled drink. “Koko, stop” you call, easily holding him back by pushing on his chest.

“Koko stop” He mimicked, following it with a patronizing laugh. “I'm finally enjoying myself and you want me to stop?”

“You're not having fun” You tell him, shaking your head while looking at him eye to eye. “C'mon, I’ll take you home” you offer, trying to keep the conversation at a level one.

He copies your head movement, giving a childish pout. “Why are you telling me I’m not having fun? What do you know about fun, huh? Just a minute ago you were letting Ran touch all over ya. You call that fun?” He scoffs with a tilt to his head.

“I call it letting loose, y'know, pretending like I didn't just come from a meeting declaring war on our friends” you fire back, not stepping down from his challenging and teasing remarks.

Koko disagrees with your reasoning, a cheap excuse to let yourself dance with the man who attacked and hated you at one point. He understands you miss all your friends, that you've accepted it's better for them to stay away, but is Ran really the person you think to run to first for comfort?

To let him flirt with you even though he knows you have no sincere interest in him, putting his hands on you because it's the only touch you get besides fighting. Oh but the way you look at him, not Ran. Him.

Purposely locking eyes with him as Ran whispered stuff into your ears, letting him know you don't care for the man like Koko thinks you do. And he hates it, he hates playing this waiting game with you. Wondering when it'll be his turn to get the courage to understand what's so special about you that it attracts others.

Well, he's already taken an interest in you, mainly because you've two gotten closer over the years since Tomans disbandment. Besides Sanzu, you two were basically the others only friend, seeing each other everyday. He’ll watch from the sidelines as others shamelessly try to hit on you, only to be ignored because just like him, there's someone in the back of your mind that you're quite not over.

That's what pulled you two close, connecting because you both share the same problem. He’ll watch you try to move on, offering advice. You don't even attempt to help him, because it's been too many years and he's still hooked on the same person, while yours only lasted a few.

Now it's just the waiting game, and he's the only one that could put an end to it.

A sigh breaks Koko out from his thoughts, and all of a sudden the rapid beating of his heart he had no idea about came to a calm pace, erasing the pounding from his ears. His vision clears, and you're still standing in front of him with a displeased expression. He feels the front of his shirt being pinched, so he looks down and is not surprised to see it's your doing.

“That ain't coming out” You state, releasing the white shirt he wears to reveal a red stain of punch, for when he chugged the cup earlier some had spilled out. He finally feels the sticky and gross texture left on his neck, making him flush in embarrassment – and because he was a bit tipsy.

“If you want–”

“I'm gonna go wash my face” He cuts you off, denying whatever offer you were going to give him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, he wasn't supposed to offend you because he was envying the fact Ran was brave enough to make a move on you. The only reason he should be jealous is if you reject him, but that hasn't even happened.

“Koko–” You reach an arm out but he pushes it down, turning on his heel and making his way out of the kitchen filled with others who don't pay a single look to the scene. You just stand there, standing there watching as he disappeared into the crowd, guilt starting to bubble up in your gut. And none of it was from the alcohol.

Koko started to feel as if he was sobering up with each step he took to the bathroom. Though, not sober enough to follow the hosts rules. The line to the bathroom was long, and he knew if he joined in then he'd be left with his thoughts and throw up from them, ruining the night even more.

So he walks to the stairs that are filled with people drunk or high out of their mind, even giving him directions to the bathroom upstairs because they've been using it the entire time too. He used the railings for support, looking over the room and taking in the sight of everyone pressed up against each other. He can't believe he just walked through all of that.

Koko eventually found his way to the bathroom, the hall deserted with only faded music being heard. He opens the door and walks in, locking it behind him as his other hand twists the sinks handle. Warm water runs from the faucet, filling his cupped hands he feels tingling from the rush of adrenaline and embarrassment.

He needs to get back to his apartment, take a proper shower and down as many glasses of water as possible. He wanted the day to be new, where you and him can walk into a meeting and act as if nothing happened. To talk and act like friends without the knowledge that something is there. Was he the only one feeling it? Is that why you never made a move? Was he just like everyone else, interested in you and had to take a number?

“fuck…” He whispers after splashing the first wave of water onto his face, some of it getting on his shirt. He doesn't even care anymore, after all it's already ruined with that pinkish-red stain. Why was he so difficult for himself?

Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, making him flinch and let the water overflow his cupped hands. “Koko?” you call from behind the wood, one hand on the knob as the other lays flat.

He picks up his hunched form and grips the edge of the counter, looking at himself in the mirror with pity. Why were you still following him? He wants to ask you, but the other part of him feels his heart picking up speed.

“Can I come in?”

He inhales a deep breath and stretches it out through his nose, closing his eyes as he convinces himself he's sober enough to pretend all of what happened tonight was already forgotten. His left hand reaches out and unlocks the door before dipping his head back down to the water, splashing himself some more.

Not even a second later the door opens, and you squeeze yourself through since the sink was right there. You shut the door behind you and lock it, keeping your back pressed against it with your hands holding the knob behind. You stare at him through the mirror with concern, and also guilt that the reason he's acting like this is because of you.

He straightens himself up, but his head remains lowered in refusal to meet your eyes. He grabs the rag hanging on the wall before patting his face, dying the droplets of water running down his clear skin. He does all of this under your stare, waiting for you to say something, anything. It keeps quiet even as he wets the rag with the running faucet, feeling the tension grow thick.

Koko shuts off the water and finally looks into the mirror at himself, wringing out the washcloth ‘til it's not too dry and not too wet. He raises it to his neck, but the rough texture doesn't meet his skin, for you captured his wrist in your hand.

His eyes divert over to you in the mirror, but you're not waiting for him anymore. Your head is tilted to the side, your body somewhat too, wanting to meet with his eyes, not his reflections. The only reason it happened was because you used your other hand to softly take hold of the side of his face, turning his head to look at you.

Both of you are washed with hesitation, scared of the situation you’re both in. You look at each other with furrowed brows and softened eyes, lips sealed because there is nothing to be said.

You let go of his face and he holds it in place, watching as you focus your eyes on the washcloth you use to clean away the sticky liquid staining his neck. He turns his body to make it easier, mirroring yours which he can tell made your breathing stutter from the quick stop in gesture.

You move onto the other side of his neck, wiping away the only stripe of dried punch. Then you wipe his jaw side to side, and then the corner of his lips even though he washed it away on his own. Your thumb follows after, drying it but it feels like smudging.

You were wiping food that wasn't there, crumbs to be exact, but to Koko you were focused on him. Not the concern for your childhood friend, not his boss, him.

“[name]...” he whispers, taking the rag from your hand and placing it on the sink. He then pushes some hair out of your face, palm cupping your jaw. He wants you to look at him, but your eyes are focused on the stain in the middle of his shirt.

Your hands slide up his chest, hooking over his shoulders before locking around his neck. His decision is made right then and there, the time he's gonna stop worrying for a second and grab a taste of what's so intriguing about you that it managed to have him thinking about you for so long.

He leans forward and you don't even have to think to do the same, connecting your lips that seal the longing crave. His hands drop to your waist, wrapping around your lower back and pulling your bodies close together until personal space isn't even a thing. He has you pinned against the door, digging his fingers into the back of your skin that has you losing because of his touch.

God does he just love the way you taste like cigarettes, the smell mixing with your perfume which just sets the perfect combination. He loves it so much that after you pull away to let out a shaky breath, he goes right back in but with more confidence and lust. He's practically hugging you at this point, nibbling on your bottom lip which has you raising your hands to cup the sides of his head.

You break the kiss to call his name, but your lips stay so close together that you're murmuring it into his mouth. “Koko–” you managed to breathe before he captured your mouth once more. “We shouldn't–” a breathy moan escapes your lips when he kisses you again, fingertips digging deeper into your skin that his fingernails will leave shapes.

His tongue finds his way past your lips and teeth, rolling it over with yours that instinctively takes action. The kiss is rushed with need, as if you both were truly two lovers who hadn't felt each other in years.

“Why do you look at me when you're with Ran” he breaks the kiss for a moment, but of course the brushing of your lips doesn't leave. His eyes slightly open, lids lazily dropped while yours were wide. He feels your flustered breath and the way your lips shake against his own, caught off guard with his question and behavior overall. “When he whispers flirty things in your ear, why are you looking at me?” he asks again, close to giving your lips what they want.

“Why do you think?” your hand trails down to cup the side of his neck, thumb running along his jaw. Your other hooks over his shoulder, preventing him from moving backwards even though that wasn't his plan. “Because he's telling me to watch how jealous you get” your fingers trail up his scalp, leaving him goosebumps and a violent shiver to run down his spine.

“Jealous?” he scoffs, tilting his head as you do the same but in opposite ways. “Does he kiss you too?”

“no” you're quick to assure, promising him.

Your answer has him kissing you again, but this time his hands un-claw from your back and slide further down, past your ass and hooking around the back of your thighs. He hoists you up against the door which earns a gasp in surprise, along with your legs wrapping around his waist as your fingers tangle with his hair.

He shifts you onto the counter, sitting you down and going back to holding you close. “Fuck [name]” he pants, easing the kiss into a slow, sloppy make out that's filled with tongue and heavy groans with each seal of the lips.

“You act like– like you've been waiting– mm” you whisper between kisses, being stopped by a long and harsh one that has your closed eyes squeezing even harder. He bit your bottom lip, sucking on it before slipping his tongue back between your teeth.

You know he's been waiting, he knows you know that. You were mocking his desperation, the one-hundred percent he gave into making this enjoyable moment satisfying for the both of you. Because he knows you needed this attention just as much as he needed it, the lost touch of love that has you both making this mistake in finding comfort in the other.

Why couldn't it have been Ran, or even Shion you could be tangling with like this? There's other Kanto Manji members that are willing to make a pass at you, offering to replace the boy you thought was the one – not Koko, but another. And why were you the first girl he wanted to be with like this? For years it's always been...her. He's only ever thought of her, going as far as mistaking his friend for her.

Because both of you knew, that deep down you both won't have the ones you truly love. You're forbidden to see them, rather they are alive or dead. So the next best thing is each other, getting rid of the tension both of you created that even Sanzu had the brains to point out. All of it was a mistake, because really you're only using each other to cope with what is lost.

“Hajime” You gasp, holding your hand over your mouth as his teeth graze the skin of your throat. Your tank top made it easy, sliding off one of the three-inch straps – and bra string – with his hand holding your jaw the other way to give him more space.

He licks a path up all the way to your jaw, eyes opened and carefully watching your beauty unfold. He inhales a guttural breath before leaving a kiss where his tongue had ended.

“Don't stop” you shamelessly beg, pulling him close by the back of his neck.

God you were so fucking beautiful and perfect in every single way. Your facial expressions, the goose-bumping sounds– fuck, just all of it he was in love with. He doesn't have to explain himself to anyone why he's enjoying your presence, why he wants to shove it in everyone's face that you were begging him for his attention.

Did the one you truly want make you feel this way? Did he have the [name] who answers to no man – except your boss – pleading for Koko to come closer and kiss her again? Did he have you losing all self respect for yourself to the point you're allowing Koko to strip you of your tank-top?

No, he doesn't think so.

Koko discards his one of too many collard shirts, reconnecting your lips as his hands find themselves pressing against your upper back. He sits you up straight so your fronts are pressed together, sharing each other's body warmth.

He feels the stitches on your back as a result of your guys previous fight, getting cut deep enough to leave a sliced hole by your own damn switchblade stolen by Shion himself. Which is probably why he's not the one you're running to for stuff like this.

The injury reminds him of who you guys are and what you do, the reason many of you delinquents are touch starved. Because you're so focused on fighting and getting on top that the concept of settling down with someone sounds impossible. It's why Koko is always saying relationships are a distraction and only slow you down, but yet here he is.

“You're so pretty” spills from his lips with a pleased hum. It was admirable how one who was so obviously insecure and boyish could be so breathtaking, literally.

“Shut up” you demand, furrowing your brows in offense. “Just kiss me”

He smirks against your lips, “yes ma'am” he teases.

His hands hold onto your clothed thighs as your arms hold him close from behind his head, carding your fingers through his hair as the kiss softened into a more gentle pace. You both became aware that this wasn't a dream, and that you're actually rule-breaking colleagues. That's why the kiss eased into a more shameful romantic way.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't have eyes on Koko even before Kanto Manji was formed. He was an attractive guy, still pulls off that red eyeliner, perfect curls, great sense in fashion, etc. But at the time you never even thought you'd be something more than acquaintances, because you still had that person you wanted stuck to your side. He was the only thing on your mind.

But after tonight, there's no coming back from the lines you've both crossed. The betrayal both of you share, lost in a cloud of desire.

Suddenly, there's a vibration coming from the counter, ignored at first as you continue stealing each others breath. The second buzz has you both scowling in annoyance, until the third finally breaks you away.

One of your hands remain on the back of his neck, leaning a bit forward to grab the phone from your pocket. You look down at the device held between you two as Koko leaves kisses to your cheek, ignoring the distraction.

“Shit” you pull away from him, eyes going wide in realization. “Fuck, it's Ran” you announce, making his eyes flicker over to your panicked ones.

You answer the phone and hold it to your ear, slightly pushing Koko away by his chest. The boy in question watches as you converse with the brother on the other end, tone switched to normal as if you're not partially bare.

“What? Well why is that idiots first idea to beat him up?!” You turn annoyed, obviously Ran's doing. “Fine! I’ll find Koko and meet you guys there, just stop causing scenes” you finally state before ending the call, rolling your eyes with a dreading sigh.

You lean back against the mirror, it's cold glass forming goosebumps. One arm drapes over your stomach while the other rests over its wrist, licking your lips as the definition of patience leaves your mind.

“What?” Koko questions, standing between your legs once again and placing his hands on either side of your hips.

You bite the inside of your cheek at the gesture, for the phone call made you realize where you guys were and what led up to it. All seven of those drinks you had, forgotten due to your sobering head. You start to feel bad, like a piece of shit because you know this is all a mistake. Not some fun little one you can laugh about later, but one you know both of you will regret.

“Rindou got into a heated argument and punched a guy, so they fled” you inform, sitting back up and finding your hand on the back of his neck despite your foolish realization. “And it's getting late, so we should go too”

Your touch wasn't the same, he felt the hesitation in it. And your eyes were filled with guilt that concluded him to one thing. You were regretting the moment you shared with him in this bathroom. You were regretting him and the attention you seeked for.

“[name]–”

“I shouldn't have let this happen, I’m sorry” you apologize, pushing him away again and standing from the counter. You're quick to pull over your tank top, but it doesn't hide the evidence of betrayal. You toss him his shirt and he redresses, quick so he doesn't lose you.

“Wait,” he grabs your arm, but you brush him off.

“We were both drunk and won't recall this tomorrow, okay?” you state, engraving it into his mind that even though the chances of remembering it were close to one-hundred, he still has to play dumb.

“You regret it?” he asks, wrapping his hand around the doorknob so you couldn't leave.

“We can't do this, Koko” you look off to the side in shame and insincerity. “It's not good for either of us. If we let it go on it'll get in the way of Kanto Manji, and our only priority should be Mikey. Not each other” you remind, hugging yourself because it suddenly became cold.

He doesn't like the way you say his name now, regret spiking your tone. And he hates the fact that those are a mixture of words he'd say in the past, one's he would use to convince you that love had no place in the delinquent life. He hates that you listened to him, because now his own advice was biting him in the ass.

“Maybe if we could just do this occasionally” he cups the side of your face, being the one to beg now.

“No, Koko. I'm sorry for leading you on like that but we have to end it here before it gets worse” you repeat yourself, but you can't find the courage to leave his touch. It's too warm and comforting that you wanna punch yourself for wanting to reject it.

“Then let's go to my place and talk this out. We can make it work” He tries again, letting go of the doorknob to cup the other side of your face as he goes to close up the space again.

You softly scoff, turning your face out of his hands with an attempt to hold an annoyed smile. “We both know if I walk through that door with you, there's no coming back from it. We can't even come back from this” you use a finger to point back and forth at you guys. “We don't want to make this work, Koko. There's nothing to work with. If anything, we’re just using each other” you finally let spill, feeling your chest tighten the second it left.

Why were you talking for him? Who's we? He doesn't give a shit if you're using each other, if tomorrow morning he’ll wake up and go, ‘fuck, maybe I shouldn't have done that’. He doesn't care, he wants you. He wants you to touch him more, to take care of him like you were doing earlier, to prove to others he's not a killjoy and can move on from what is dead. The last one may cancel out his whole argument but it's the process of moving on, he wants to move on with you.

For years to come you'll both serve under Mikey and you can already assume it'll be something big, an organization you'll all have a huge part in. So for these upcoming years you'll still see each other everyday, will remember this night you guys broke free of all self-respect, and will always act like nothing is there.

“Then use me”

Your eyes snap hard over to his, lips parting in quick disbelief at his words. He was crazy, desperate for mistakes like this to happen again. Why was he so insisting? He can't possibly be serious. use him?

“Use me 'til you’re satisfied” he continues, placing his hands on the counter beside you, leaving you no place to go. “Use me for him, and I’ll use you for her” he negotiates, staring deeply into your eyes with nothing but determination to catch you feeling the same way.

He hates lying to himself, but for you he’ll risk it all. He’ll tell you to use each other, for you to think he's who you want and call him by a different name during moments like these. And then he’ll do the same with you. Yeah, that's what will happen. Just like you, he’ll– oh who is he kidding? He's only saying all of this for you to touch him again.

He can't even force himself to mistake you for the eldest Inui. When you look at him and see whoever it is you want, he can only stare at you. Literally just you. Your [color] hair, [color] eyes, [color] skin and just god dammit all of it! When the focus is on you or when his mind even has a single thought about you, Akane is nowhere in sight – metaphorically and physically. It's only ever just been you for these past months whenever he craves attention and touch.

If letting you use him is the key to finding himself in moments like these again, then you better believe he’ll lie just for you.

He leans forward, stopping halfway in the few inch gap between your faces. He's looking at you and you're looking through him, a hand slowly but surely holding the side of his neck while the other cups his face. And in that moment Koko realizes your touch is no longer warm, but cold as a result it wasn't meant for him.

Though, as you lean forward and meet him halfway, you both share the flush feeling heating your faces. The goosebumps trailing your skin as his arms wrap around your lower back, holding you close in a gentle and steady embrace. The satisfaction he feels to taste and smell you so closely again, wishing he had a candle that was a mixture of your signature perfume and cigarettes.

The kiss wasn't rushed or filled with need like earlier. It was slow and peaceful, learning the shape of each others mouths and the timing when it's appropriate to pull away and catch a quick breath. It was a beautiful feeling to have, one that warmed Koko's heart with hope and good intentions.

You can use him for his entire life and he wouldn't care. You can deny this sneaky relationship of yours, complain that it wasn't right, only to run back into his touch. And he’ll accept you every time.

#koko hajime #kokonoi hajime #angst #oneshot #kokonoi hajime x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #x reader #Tokyo Revengers #kantou manji gang #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #kokonoi hajime x you

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newtthetranswriter · 11 months ago

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Hi I was wondering if you could do a match up for Tokyo rev, Fairytail and jujutsu kaisen.

im a very paranoid person, I always rethink things over and over, I have really bad social anxiety, I like editing, drawing, I write a few fanfics on wattpad here and there.

I tend to get turned off really easily, I don’t mean sexually! I mean like I could be really good friends with someone and all it takes is for them to say one mean thing to me and i automatically dislike them, this doesn’t go for family though! Or close friends that I have known for 10+ years.

I have an ed, so I have trouble eating, I also am Autistic so I get annoyed very easily and over stimulated, I’m quite a frigid person, I don’t like hugging, but I don’t complain if someone hugs me.

I’m also very shy, I have trouble opening up to people and trusting them, I’m 18 and very weird, I also vape but idk if that’s important.

I love your writing btw!

A/n: Hello and thank you, I’m glad you enjoy my writing. I hope you enjoy this and have a great day. I hope it’s okay I mentioned them trying to help with your ed, if not just let me know and I can edit that part out. Anyway, enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Tokyo Revengers: Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji

He doesn’t pressure you to do anything that could cause anxiety, don’t want to go out today, okay let’s stay here and watch a movie

Draken isn’t a very touchy person so not hugging isn’t a big deal, he just enjoys being around you

He’s also a frigid person so most people wonder how you ended up together but it’s simple, you understand each other

Tries to keep you out of over stimulating situations, like crowded malls or hell if a toman meeting caused a panic attack once he’ll constantly reassure you that you don’t have to go

We all know he’s close with Mikey but if y’all are out and about and Mikey gets too crazy over dumbshit he’ll just leave

Ken just wants you to be comfortable, also you being around lets him leave when Mikey is having a tantrum cause he’s gotta make sure you’re ok first

As for your ed, he does what he can to help, be it offering you foods he know you like or even just asking every day if you ate

He won’t force you to eat, but really wants to make sure you are getting some kind of calorie intake, even if it’s just a tea or coffee from the vending machine, it may not be food but at least it’s a little bit

He just wants you to know he supports you and when you are ready he will help in whatever way he can

Fairy Tail: Gray Fullbuster

Gray is fine just relaxing in quiet spot and watching you draw or write

He would also stop fighting Natsu as much when you’re around just so you don’t have to deal with the noise

He also doesn’t mind that you aren’t a fan of hugs, he’s more of a I’m fine just being around you kinda guy

Gray also won’t pressure you to eat, suggests something every now and then but understands that it can be hard so let’s you move at your own pace

If he senses you’re overstimulated he will do whatever he can to either help you calm down or get you away from the stresser

Even though he’s part of team Natsu he will try and take some missions that just the two of you can handle so you can have a break from the ruckus of the guild hall

Jujutsu Kaisen: Megumi Fushiguro

Megumi is the kinda a guy who will just sit and relax and if you happen to be in the same space cool

Doesn’t force you to deal with anything you don’t want to, such as yuji or gojo being obnoxious, he will tell them to leave if they’re bugging you

Asks you about things you’re working on, how's that new drawing going, or what are you editing today

He also tends to be cold so you not opening up quickly isn’t a big deal for him, take your time he’s there for you

Megumi will make sure you’re eating, not in a pushy way but more of ‘did you eat today’ if you say no he helps you pick something small and if you say yes he drops the subject

He doesn’t want you to feel pressured to get help, he’ll suggest it but he’s aware how hard admitting when you need help can be

#x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #fairy tail x reader #match ups #tw: ed mention

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anisespice · 2 years ago

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“ make me ” || tokyo rev.

synopsis: you never tested his patience before, so it came to a surprise when his kitten decided to show her claws all of the sudden. unfortunately for you, this man had time today.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. vulgar language, mentions of degradation, oral (f&m receiving), name-calling (slut, whore, baby, darling, etc.), impact-play, pussy-slapping, voyeurism, humiliation, ani’s attempt at sex-noises for reader lol i think that’s all, feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

notes: y’all don’t even wanna know how long this junk took me LMAOOO. this is my attempt at rediscovering my inner whore to write smut, so be gentle with her :’) sanzu’s was most def the shortest this time, for some reason i couldn’t go ham on his compared to the others :/ but hope you enjoy them! ♡

First of all, let’s not get it twisted.

Just because he acts like a fucking ornament half the time doesn’t negate the fact he’s still a deadly-ass individual. MIKEY has a whole country in the palm of his hand, an army of men at his disposal, and connections so deep even the police can’t touch him. In shorter terms, he was not to be played with. Many people have tried and failed, never to be heard from again.

Except you, of course. His little lap bunny, his breath of fresh air in a room full of smoke, was the only one who tried him and walked away unscathed. Well, sort of.

“Y’know better than to talk to me like that, gorgeous. Now say you’re sorry, and I might tell Sanzu to make you cum.”

You could barely register Mikey’s low voice in your ear, struggling to hold it together as said gangster between your legs curled his tongue in a way that had you keening.

Mikey has you perched upon your very throne, bare ass pressed up against his throbbing dick confined in his slacks. A large, dark wet spot was prominent there as his grip around your inner thighs kept you spread, leaving you squirming and with no choice but to make a mess all over him, the floor, and Sanzu’s face. He ate you out like a man starved, nosing at your clit whilst steadily tongue-fucking you so good you nearly sobbed when Mikey made him stop.

“Nghshit baby, please…” you croaked, head thrown back against his shoulder as your hips mindlessly chased after Sanzu. Tears streamed down your face as your body shook due to the pent up frustration you so desperately needed to release, painfully aching as your pussy clenched around nothing.

Mikey remained silent as he gently licked a teardrop off your cheek, rutting his hips up into you when you turned to claim his mouth in a searing kiss. Everyone in the room watched with fervor, enthralled with the sight they’d probably never get to see again after today. With the kind of noises you were making, they’d definitely encourage you to crash their meetings more often.

Eventually, he broke the kiss too soon for your liking, a soft whine escaping you until it’s interrupted with a sharp yelp. He briefly let go of your thigh to land a mean swat on your cunt, his executives all collectively groaning in approval at the mere sound of how wet you were.

“Such a little pain slut…” Sanzu slurred, grinning sharply.

Mikey gave you another, then another. Each with a little more bite to it than the last. You cried out in delight after every impact, body convulsing as it tried to run from the intense feeling until the pink-haired gangster had to force you still so his boss could continue to ruin you.

“M-mhmahfuck! Manjiro♡!”

“Still waiting on my fucking apology.”

“I-Ah! I’m sorry! S-So sorry, baby, won’t do it again..!”

He hummed in approval of your obedience, rewarding you by gently rubbing your puffy clit with two fingers. You shakily exhaled in relief, despite Sanzu still holding you down, your hips had a mind of their own as they moved in tandem to Mikey’s rhythm. Small whimpers escaped you, increasing in pitch when he abruptly started flicking his wrist a little faster. Your thighs shook, body seizing up as that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach began to tighten once more; you could almost taste it.

“Mikey…s-s’close…”

Your back pressed snugly against his front, body squirming as you tried grinding back on him. Mikey let out a soft grunt, then huffed in mild annoyance before giving Sanzu a pointed look from over your shoulder—Keep her still.

With an excited giggle, Sanzu quickly wrapped his arms over the tops of your hips, locking you in where you could hardly move, and wasted no time diving his tongue back into your hole. Your back arched as you graced the room with a wanton cry, eyes damn-near rolling to the back of your skull as your tongue stuck out in straight up euphoria. Mikey stopped rubbing your clit to keep you held back against him, Sanzu tightening his hold around your hips, but his pace never faltered.

Sanzu worked you like he had bills to pay, even so much as picking up where his boss left off by rubbing quick, and deliberate circles on your tender little button. You gripped his hair like your life depended on it, pathetically grinding against his face as you chanted your boyfriend’s name to the heavens. Mikey’s hands directed their attention to your tits, molding them in his palms and tugging on your nipples to further overstimulate your senses. He really wasn’t making this any easier on you...

“Baby…wanna cum…p-promise ’ll be good…! Please-uhg! Please let me..!”

Mikey planted a sweet kiss right below your ear, then whispered into it; sending chills down your spine as dread followed right behind it. “What’s the rush, hm? Who the hell said I accepted your sorry-ass apology?”

Sanzu immediately pulled away the second he felt you flutter around his tongue, his wicked grin decorated with your slick growing as you let out such a delicious wail in protest. The entire room darkly chuckled at your expense, and it was then did you actually register there being an audience in the room…

“You interrupted our important meeting with your nonsense. Only fair you make it up to all of us, don’t you agree, gorgeous? Then, maybe I’ll consider forgiving you.”

Hope you got good health insurance because this man would most def rearrange your insides, leaving you bewildered and bedridden with no one to blame but yourself.

You didn’t really take into consideration just how strong this man was, high or sober, SANZU could easily fold anybody. Why you thought you’d be the exception, you had no idea. The moment you allowed those dangerous words to leave your pretty mouth during a heated spat, expecting him not to do a thing about it, you learned quickly that anybody meant anybody; especially misbehaving brats.

“Talk your shit now, fuckin’ slut. Wanna hear you say it, c’mon. What’s the matter? Dick too good, you can’t even think? Hmm? Thought you said it was wack…”

You didn’t know where to grab—The sheets, the pillows, the goddamn lamp?? It was all so much and yet not enough, you craved more but tried to run away from it at the same time. Sanzu railed you from behind, one hand roughly gripping your left asscheek while the other kept your head to the mattress, practically mounting you as he reached toe-curling depth.

To your dismay, he couldn’t have been more correct; dick was going crazy. Sanzu had no problem making you eat your words from earlier, coaxing your battered pussy towards orgasm number three as he began swiveling his hips. “Hah-ah! Haru, Haru I-I’m…uhg! s-shit I’m-”

Sanzu cackled, then immediately mocked you.

“Y-Youyouyou, spit it the fuck out, baby.”

Your face burned in humiliation, but your desire to cum was much stronger than your pride. “I’m sorry! D-didn’t…didntmeanit! I-I mmh! Won’t be bad a-again!”

Stopping for a second to flip you on your back, teary eyes met wild, cerulean ones as they practically singed right through you. You tried to avoid them at first, but Sanzu quickly shut that down. He lightly gripped your jaw, face so close to yours you had no choice back to look at him.

Sanzu panted heavily, cool breath fanning over your sweaty, tear-stricken face. His grin turned even more sinister when he felt you clench around him from the undivided attention. You wanted him so bad, but now you could barely handle looking him in the eye.

You were just something else. And, he wouldn’t want it any other way. Even if you did intentionally piss him off, speaking out the side of your neck with insults that you both knew weren’t even half true, ain’t nothing a good dicking down couldn’t fix.

“Glad to hear it…But this is far from over, pretty. Need to make sure you learned your lesson, so keep your eyes on me. Wanna be the last thing you see before I fuck you unconscious.”

Oh, word? You wanna play that game with him? Alright, bet. But, prepare to fucking lose.

He won’t take you seriously, will most likely see your words as entertainment rather than a challenge. You weren’t actually attempting to push his buttons right now, were you? How adorable.

RAN admired that you seemed to be dedicated to the whole performance, though. The flare, the passion, you even went above and beyond by chucking a few throw-pillows at him. He played along, of course, even let the last one hit him right in the face and acted appalled.

“[Gasp] How dare you hit me in the face? Have you no heart??” Or some dramatic shit like that.

Once you appeared to be finished, Ran had the audacity to give you a slow clap while wearing his signature grin. His low gaze looked upon you with mirth, completely enamored; as if you weren’t just calling him out of his name mere seconds ago. He knew this wasn’t how you normally behaved, so something else had to have been going on. And Ran only had to take one guess as to why you’d be showing out like this.

“You done? Jeez, if you wanted me t’fuck you like some cheap whore, all you had to do was ask, angel.”

Your bodily visibly stuttered.

“I…what?” Ran chuckled, and began loosening up his tie.

“You heard me. Honestly, I’m hurt you felt the need to do all of that just so I’d put you back in your place. That’s what all of this was about, right?”

He smoothly walked past you, and made way for the couch. Plopping down with all his weight, Ran exhaled a heavy sigh once he hit the plush cushions, and stretched out his limbs. His arms rested behind the couch whilst manspreading, to the point where the bulge in his pants was thickly obvious.

You stood there, gobsmacked and strangely…touched? For him to be able to read you so easily, without even needing a second thought or some sort of hint?? Honestly, so sexy of him.

Ran whistled at you, beckoning your attention back to his empty lap. With sleepy eyes so full of lust as they devoured you from his very spot, Ran patted his thigh to entice you further; you didn’t need to be told twice.

“Ohgod yes! Right t-there!”

With the vigor of a jockey, you rode Ran’s dick like it was your only life’s purpose, arms wrapped around him so tight it’s a miracle you weren’t borderline strangling him; but he didn’t mind. He found your desperation to be amusing, and it’s not like he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of himself, too.

His large hands held the globes of your ass, kneading and smacking at the flesh with earnest desire as he littered your neck with hickies to keep from making too many embarrassing noises. Ran allowed you to set the pace, only bucking upward when he felt he couldn’t control himself, or if he wanted to get a particular reaction out of you. When you started swirling your hips to spell his fucking name, man ‘bout busted right then and there.

He pulled back from your neck with a fervent groan, eyes fluttering as his grip on you tightened. Ran smugly grinned at your fucked out expression, juggling between watching your face or your tits as they bounced every time you came crashing back down.

“Goddamn, angel. If I knew…you needed it this bad…would’ve never gone t’work,” He said, breathlessly. It took a minute for his words to register, but once they did you pouted at him.

“…not ‘posed to c-call me that…”

Ran huffed out another laugh. “Oh, that’s right. Almost forgot, my bad.”

He rolled his hips up into you suddenly, bumping the special spot that made you clench up real nice. He repeatedly aimed for it, marveling in the cute, little noises you made. Ran’s hands roamed all over you, leaving behind warmth until it abruptly disappeared, taking refuge behind his head as he leaned back comfortably on the couch, stopping his movement altogether.

And just like a switch…Ran no longer looked amused.

“That means you won’t get to cum until you’ve earned it. Cheap whores don’t get special treatment. So make yourself fuckin’ useful before I get bored.”

Like a ticking time bomb, with a mullet.

RINDOU prided himself in being a very patient man. Well, more patient than most. His ability to mask even the tiniest emotion grew to be one of his greatest assets and your least favorite quality about him, especially when all you wanted was a reaction. Very little phased the gangster, needles to say, he had quite a high tolerance for bullshit. So, one could imagine how much effort it took to get under his skin.

But, he was still human, after all. Even Rindou could only handle so much bullshit until it eventually got to him, making him act out of character.

On one particular day, Rindou didn’t know what it was, but somehow the universe definitely had it out for him. Nothing seemed to be going his way, like he had been completely thrown off his rhythm. He stepped in dog shit on his way to work, burnt his tongue from his coffee, even spilled some on his new dress pants, and not to mention almost got fucking stabbed during a meeting with “potential investors” gone wrong. Sure, they missed by an inch, and instantly faced the repercussions, but still.

Was it too much to catch a single break? Apparently so.

Rindou figured winding down at some hole-in-the-wall joint after work would be a perfect way for him to loosen up. He also figured he’d bring you along as well; you always were his number one stress reliever. To his dismay, today you were anything but.

Not only did you show up with an attitude, you barely even acknowledged him, which completely threw him off guard. Normally, you’d jump in his lap and whine about how much you missed him, easing away that tension in his body with your honey-coated words and caresses. But now, it was like taking a shot of vinegar. You also had the nerve to entertain any loser who wanted to shoot their shot. Granted, all it took to scare them off was for them to see Rindou glaring hard as hell from across the room, but that was far from the issue.

“Babe, c’mon, don’t do this to me, I’m fucking tired-”

“Who...”

He raised a brow, “What? I said I’m-”

“…asked?”

He was exhausted. You were supposed to be his peace in all of the nonsense he had to deal with, and it didn’t help that you were dressed like a full course meal he couldn’t even enjoy. You had to be doing this on purpose…

Rindou watched as guy number four tried to spit game, his corny-ass giving the felon second-hand embarrassment; he had about enough. All he wanted was to get wasted with his girl in his lap, was that really too much to ask?

After downing the last of his drink and throwing the glass on the ground, shattering it, the younger Haitani practically bum-rushed you. Wasting no time in shoving a large hand in the random’s face, Rindou sent him flying backwards into the nearest table and landing with a resounding crash.

“Holy shit! Rin!” You jumped in surprise, about to give him more attitude no doubt, but didn’t have time to before your boyfriend effortlessly threw you over his shoulder, heading towards the nearest bathroom for some much needed privacy.

You wanted a reaction? You got it.

“Holyshit, R-Rin ♡!”

Your thigh lifted to rest on top of the sink, back arched like the one in St. Louis while Rindou put his all into blowing it out. With a tight grip in your hair and another around your waist, the gangster practically growled from the depths of his stomach as he took out all of today’s frustration on your poor, little bratty pussy.

“This what you wanted? Huh?” He panted. You could barely hold a thought together, let alone form an answer. He didn’t take too kindly to being ignored; you’d done that quite enough for one night. “Answer me, or I’ll fuckin’ stop.”

“Yesyes p-please, please don’t stop..!”

Rindou merely kissed his teeth in annoyance. Despite your best efforts in begging like a bitch in heat, it wasn’t enough to convince the man behind you to keep up his momentum. Slowly but steadily, he came to a stop, pulling out of your drooling cunt altogether to tease the tip around your outer lips. A broken whine escaped you, hips moving on their accord as they tried to slip him back in, but that only earned you a sharp tug on your hair.

“Mm! W-Wait no no, Rin please!”

Rindou snickered, leaning down to nip at your ear before hissing into it. “As if it’d be that easy. After all the shit you pulled tonight, you really think you deserve to cum?”

You whimpered. “B-Baby, please, I’m sorry-”

“Nah, too late for that sorry shit. I’ll stick it back in when I goddamn feel like it. And I think it’s time you learned a little patience.”

A cruel one, aren’t ya? Messing with such a sweetheart? But, y’know what they say about the ones who’re classy in the streets—Total freak in the sheets. Wouldn’t hurt to see just how far you could test the limit on that sweet side of KAKUCHO.

You weren’t supposed to be acting like those bastards he deals with on a daily basis, so harsh and quick to cut deep with words, lashing out at him over something so trivial—It just wasn’t you.

What happened to his darling princess, who welcomed him with warmth comparable to the sun? Where had his loving and caring partner gone? Your behavior was like thorns in his tender heart, filling him with confusion and sorrow. The two of you never argued like this before, having promised each other to be completely transparent in order to avoid misunderstandings.

“My love, please. If I’ve wronged you in some way just tell me, and I’ll fix it. This isn’t getting us anywhere, and I don’t wish to fight with you-”

“Oh, Christ, do I seriously need to spell it out for you? For someone who’s accomplished so much, it’s embarrassing to watch you struggle to understand so little.”

Kakucho’s expression resembled that of a kicked puppy from your snide comment. How could you not see how irrational you were being? The clock on the wall along with his bleeding heart were the only sounds he could focus on until… he noticed something else that was unusual.

Since this whole argument started, you’d been holding back a grin. Though you tried very hard to remain inconsolable, you failed miserably under his observant stare.

You thought…this was funny?

The ache in your wrists wasn’t anything you’d experienced before, his tie must’ve been made out of spider-silk or something because no matter how much you wiggled, the knot refused to budge. However, even if it did, the reoccurring swat to your ass halted any attempt at escaping.

Kakucho had you bent over, your skirt shoved all the way up your midriff to expose your pantyless bottom half to the seething man above you. With your hands bound behind your back, you had no choice but to let your head hang to the floor as he balanced you across his lap. The position rendered you dizzy, but the blood rushing to your head added on to the stinging pleasure he bestowed with every swing of his hand.

“Ah~ ♡!ohfuck Kakuch-oh!”

Another tasteful smack, this one harder than the last, but it burned so good. You were practically drooling, a delirious smile painted on your face with tears trickling down your cheeks. In your nether regions, the same could be said about your weeping cunt. Kakucho scoffed, giving your ass another smack, then letting his pinky and ring-finger slip in between your lips.

He groaned, deeply. You were soaked.

“Naughty little thing,” he prodded at your entrance, earning a soft moan from you. “Saying all those mean things, just so I’d get mean back, hmm?”

You wiggled your ass, impatiently. His long, thick fingers continued to play around outside where you needed him most. Kakucho was well aware, but refused to yield. After the stunt you pulled, you’d better be grateful you were even getting that much.

THWACK!

“Ahk!” You squeaked, that one catching you off guard. Kakucho clicked his tongue.

“Now you don’t wanna run your mouth? You had so much to say a minute ago, darling, don’t hold back on me now.”

You shivered, his voice sounding an octave lower than normal as he grew increasingly more impatient with you. This was a complete contrast to the Kakucho you were used to, the thrill of not knowing how far he’d go made you clench your thighs together. However, before you know it, you’re being lifted up and tossed upon your shared bed. Landing with a soft grunt and a bounce, you at first gave yourself a moment to orient your surroundings now that the blood no longer rushed to your head; that sudden movement didn’t help with your dizziness.

After a brief moment had passed, you then struggled to roll on your back to face the manhandler himself, but luckily he was nice enough to help.

By snatching your ankles, Kakucho yanked you down to the edge of the bed and sat you upwards. You winced, ass stinging like hell, but you quickly got over it once you realized the position he had you in. Noticing he unbuckled his pants, Kakucho stood before you at his full height, palming himself before gripping the base of his hard dick through his boxer briefs, as if he were threatening you with a concealed weapon; and he absolutely was.

You slowly looked up at him, meeting his dual-colored eyes. You gulped. There was nothing sweet about them.

“Don’t wanna talk? Fine. We’ll find other uses for that filthy mouth of yours.”

#🍁wasabi #tokyo rev #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tr smut #mikey #sanzu #ran #rindou #kakucho #bonten #bonten smut #tokyorev x reader #bonten x reader

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tokyorevismylife · 2 years ago

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Draken X Reader- Shadows of the One You Loved

A/N: First off, I would like to say that I AM ALIVE. I sincerely apologize for not writing or posting anything sooner, but if I am being honest, I’ve been busy with school, and life in general and, well...I forgot I made this account so that I could share some anime or game brainrot with some like-minded people. And after I came back, I noticed my two posts got way more notes than I was expecting you guys to give, so thank you for all the reads, follows, and likes! So I’ve been thinking of a certain Draken scenario, and I decided to post it. Enjoy!

warnings: chapter 148 spoiler, mentions of death, lil bit of cussing, tokyo rev timeskip spoilers...I ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE MANGA UP TO CHAP 225(or spoil yourself but don’t blame me), ANGSTY

You silenced your phone for what felt like the millionth time, too upset and heartbroken to care for the calls coming through. You knew if you picked up, or looked at the texts, you would have to answer their frenzied questions, or listen to their voices filled with anger and dismay on your behalf, and that would make you remember everything even more. And all you wanted to do was forget. Forget the moments, memories and most of all, HIM. You wanted to forget him...

*RING, RING* Your cellphone’s ringtone blared annoyingly, and you were pissed. You were on a roll studying for an exam of yours that was coming up, and your cellphone interrupted your train of thought. The irritating caller turned out to be none other than one of your close friends, who called you frantically because his motorcycle broke down.

“Please, can you be here with me?” Your friend begged you. “What am I gonna do there?” You countered. “I don’t know the slightest thing about motorcycles. I’d be utterly useless.”

“Yeah...but here’s the thing, the guys running the shop intimidate me! Like I feel like the main dude can snap me in half with his bare hands!” Your friend was truly freaked out, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter at his statement. “Alright, alright, I’ll be there. You owe me,” you told your friend, and you hung up. You headed out of your house and strolled through the bustling streets of the Kanto Prefecture. You were steadily making your way, until you halted in front of the motorcycle shop your friend told you to meet him at, D&D Motorcycle Shop. You were greeted by your frantic friend, biting his nails anxiously. “Thank God, you’re finally here. It took you long enough. I thought that maybe Draken’s spirit heard what I was saying about him, and he decided to haunt you and take you away!” “You are an absolute idiot, you know that? You know how stupid you sound right now? Also, who’s Draken?” You retorted in disbelief. The nervous boy said nothing in response, only looked at the shop like it was an entrance to hell. “Alright we’re going inside. Come on, scaredy-cat!” You grinned, dragging your friend inside, where his bike was getting fixed up.

You entered the shop, and your eyes met with an unexpected sight. The fact that your friend was NOT exaggerating. The guy fixing up the bike was HUGE, muscular, and tall. Not to mention, he had a half-shaved head, with very long, blond hair tied up in a braid that trailed down his back, and a dragon tattoo that swirled around the side of his head. But you watched as he worked on the bike with extreme concentration painting his features, and your face started to heat up. While his appearance was menacing, he was also handsome, in a very rugged and unconventional way.

“Do NOT tell me that you are getting a fucking crush right now.” Your friend said sassily, and audibly. Your eyes widened in surprise, and in fear just in case the man working on the bike heard. “Shut up, asshole, at least I wasn’t scared of him!” You replied to your friend. Your friend blushed at that, and he turned away, angrily. “Where are you going?” You questioned. “To get something to eat. Screw this. I’m not spending hours here.” He answered. “WHY’D YOU DRAG ME OUT HERE IF YOU AREN’T EVEN GONNA STAY!?” Now you were actually PISSED. But, your friend being the jackass he is, left without a word, while FLIPPING you off. You grunted in frustration and decided to look at the blond again, and you realized that he was looking at you. He quickly turned away when he realized you noticed him. This gave you the courage to go and talk to him.

“Excuse me, sir? Is it alright if I watch you work from closer up? I find it pretty interesting.” You asked in a straighforward manner. “Suit yourself, but be careful.” The man told you. Your heart melted at that. Scary my ass, you thought. He seems like a nice guy, just a little gruff. “So sir...-” “The name’s Draken, and you can quit callin’ me sir. I’m 18.” He replied. “HUH?? You’re the same age as me??? What the heck? Talk about an early developer!” You couldn’t contain your surprise. Despite himself, Draken let a small smile creep onto his face at your outburst and bubbliness. Then, he studied you. There was an air of familiarity around you that he couldn’t pinpoint, like he had met someone like you before in the past.

“Hey, you smiled! So, I guess you aren’t scary after all. My friend dragged me out all the way here while I was studying just because he was scared of you! Isn’t that ridiculous. But, you have a nice smile, smile more often and then people won’t be scared of you!” You grinned. Draken felt his heart and face grow warm at your excitedness. Then, a sharp pang in his chest. And he looked at you again. And this time..he knew why you were so familiar. You were just like her. His past love. His dear Emma-chan that he fell for. Your nature and the way you acted was just like her. No, he was just being ridiculous. This was just him longing for some company. So, he asked you boldly if you wanted to hang out sometime. And you, unknowing of what was to come, eagerly said yes.

And it was from then on, that your relationship with Draken began. At first, it was just friendly on his part, and you guys spoke occasionally, and hungout with each other. But you guys started speaking and spending time with each other more, and soon enough the both of you harboured feelings for each other. You remember the day he confessed to you, a beautiful, sunny day, in which you two were walking leisurely in a Tokyo park. You excitedly accepted his feelings, and told him that you felt the same. You remembered that he kissed you, and it was magical. He picked up your frame, that was so much smaller than his, and both of you locked in an embrace. But, as he kissed you, he couldn’t help seeing Emma. Couldn’t help feeling guilty. Couldn’t help but be reminded of his first love, who was just so much like you. But, he still decided to continue, even though he knew it would be torture for him, and torture for you once you found out that his heart didn’t belong fully to you.

After you kissed, you guys strolled together like any new couple did. As you walked, you noticed an ice cream truck, with all the GOOD stuff. “Draken, look over there! An ice cream truck! We have to get some!!” You dragged the large man’s sleeve, to which he said, “Damn, woman, don’t rip my arm off!” He thought your eagerness and innocence was adorable and your smile was beautiful. But then he was reminded of Emma. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get over her. You arrived at the ice cream truck, and ordered your favourite flavour. You were about to pull your wallet out, but Draken’s large hand stopped you. “You’re my girlfriend, I’ll pay.” As he pulled out the money, a picture of a young, cutesy girl came out. You picked it up and studied it. The girl was stunning, with wonderfully feathered blonde hair, and a very developed figure and a radiant smile, who was hugging a very happy looking Draken. You never saw that look on Draken’s face. As Draken handed you your ice cream, his eyes glanced at the picture in your hands, and as he realized what the picture was, his eyes widened marginally.

“How did you get that?” Draken asked panicked. “Whoa, relax! It just fell out while you were taking out the money.” You glanced at his normally calm face, which now held an expression of fear and pain. “Who is she anyways? Your sister? She’s so pretty! She could totally be a model, unless...she already is one?” You asked. “She’s dead.” Draken threw it out there, coldly. “H-huh? I’m sorry...” You said to him. “I’m guessing she was special to you.” His eyes glanced at Emma’s smile again, and his eyes softened. “The most special. She was beautiful. She was the..best. I miss her everyday.” He never thought he;d talk about Emma to you of all people, but nonetheless, it felt good for him to get it off his chest.

You fixated your gaze on him, with an understanding look in your eyes. You remember he ranted to you about everything. About how she died. How he felt helpless. How he wasn’t able to save her. Protect her. And how it felt like that he lost the most importnat person in his life, that made him feel like he mattered, and that he felt an emptiness in his chest that grew with every passing day without her. And then your heart panged with sadness. Because the look that crept into his eyes when he spoke about Emma, the expression that was on his face...he never looked at YOU like that. And you realized with every passing day, that he tried to make you turn into her. From little comments about the way you should dress, about the things that she liked to do that you didn’t, and the comments about how you both were similar made you realize. Realize that you were only a shell to him. Just someone sort of there. He didn’t love you. Draken loved the idea of you. And you felt like an utter fool. But, most of you didn’t want to believe that. However, for the sake of closure, you decided to ask him.

It was a regular day for the both of you. It was a weekend, and you were sitting in his shop before closing time, as he prepared to shut the shop down for the day. “Hey, Draken, I think we need to talk.” You sighed breathily. “I already know which direction this is going in.” Draken looked at you sadly. “Draken, you don’t love me, do you?” You stared at the ground tentatively, afraid to look his face. “I’m sorry.” Draken said. That apology was all you needed to fully understand, all you needed to understand that your feelings were unreciprocated. You said nothing. You couldn’t say anything. Your throat closed up. You wanted to scream, cry, do both, but not in front of him. Draken called your name all of a sudden, and you flinched. “I really am sorry. It’s just your demeanor was so much like Emma’s, and all the feelings I have for her, were surpressed because of her death, and you managed to bring them back up again. You being with me lessened the pain of her being gone, because you were so much like Emma. I thought it was like having her back again, just in a different shell...but I was wrong. I love Emma, and only Emma, and I don’t think that will change. But, thank you for being there for me.”

He edged closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You still didn’t look up. “It’s late. You should head home. And, thanks again for everything.” He then, let go of you and turned away, signalling the end of the conversation. Probably the last conversation you would every have with him. You turned away, cursing yourself in the back of your mind as you headed home. You felt numb, and felt stupid. You knew, had an inching feeling of doubt, knew he felt this way in your brain somewhere, and yet you chose to ignore it. Eventually, you got home, and headed for your bed. And, there in your safe space, all alone, you let everything out. You started crying, howling tears of despair, until you fell asleep, and began your journey of healing and forgetting.

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