#tokrev x f!reader

[hoesoflamentation]

𝖙𝖔𝖐𝖞𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 + 𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚

FEATURING !! hanagaki takemichi, sano "mikey" manjiro, ryuguji "draken" ken

all are f!reader and contain elements of exhibitionism. please read the individual warnings for each character!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎

WARNINGS !! cheating, strong language, ffm threesome (feat. hinata), p-in-v penetration, fingering

When Hinata caught her boyfriend buried balls-deep inside your slit, the last thing you expected was to feel aroused... but 'aroused' was an understatement. Your pussy throbbed with the knowledge that, despite being the 'other woman,' Takemichi was so drunk on your slick walls that he couldn't stop even to apologize to his girlfriend. "F-fuck, she feels so good... just lemme finish, baby," Takemichi begged, looking at Hinata with pleading eyes as he filled you from behind. "Lemme finish and then we can talk." You expected her to react in anger, or even jealousy; after all, if it had been you, you would have given Takemichi the slap he deserved for this. Instead, Hinata began to unbutton her blouse with a smirk. "W-What are you doing?" you stammered, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "What does it look like I'm doing, Y/n?" Hinata replied coyly. "I'm joining you." In nothing but her bra and panties, Hinata lay beneath you as Takemichi fucked you doggy-style. She spread your labia and giggled, rubbing you with two fingers. "She's so wet for you, Takemichi. How cute."

𝖒𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖞

WARNINGS !! strong language, fingering, oral

The tension had been building since Mikey moved in, but this morning had been the last straw. When he put his hand on your waist and reached around you to get to the orange juice, you could feel his cock throbbing against your back. By the time you remembered that your ex was supposed to stop by to pick up his old things, it was too late: you were already pressed up against the refrigerator, your new roommate kneeling between your legs. The locks in the door shifted audibly as you let out a moan of pleasure. "Shit, shit, shit!" you swore. You tried to push Mikey's head away, but he resisted with a sly chuckle. Rather than pull back, Mikey curled two fingers inside of you, stroking your g-spot in a tantalizing rhythm. As the door swung open, your ex made eye contact with you, Mikey's fingers knuckle-deep inside your swollen cunt. "What the hell is this?!" your ex shouted. Mikey fingered you harder and faster as he came up for air, lips plump and red with your juices. He grinned at your ex over his shoulder, possessive claws digging into your thigh. "Would you mind getting the door on your way out?"

𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓

WARNINGS !! strong language, p-in-v penetration, choking, praise, volunteering to share you with mikey

Draken had spread your thighs apart in a deep mating press, rolling his hips into yours in a melodic rhythm. "Fuck, Y/n, look at how well you take it," he murmured, brushing his lips against your ear. "Your walls are practically sucking me in." You were entranced, moaning and babbling nonsense, until the door to his roommate's bedroom swung open. You hadn't known anybody was home, or you never would've been caught dead out in the open like this... yet even as your stomach churned with embarrassment, you had to admit you liked the way the shorter blond man stopped and stared. "You like what you see, Mikey?" Draken taunted his friend, reaching down to wrap his long fingers around your throat. He grinned when you let out a cry of pleasure, satisfied with your display. "She's behaving so well for me," Draken cooed, looking down at you fondly. "Maybe if you're good, I'll let him have a turn with you... would you like that, sweetheart?"

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭: 𝐬/𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

★ H e a d c a n o n s, fem reader.ᐟ

★ They reacting to y/n walking around the house practically without clothes

★ 𝑭𝒕. Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo and Hanma Shuji

★ Suggestive words, petnames (baby girl, baby)

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

He would have just returned home and it wouldn't take long for him to notice the presence of his girlfriend, as soon as he noticed that she was walking through the house practically naked at first Kakucho would be a little thoughtful about why she was walking like that, but it would end questioning her at the same time.

"We'd better go to my room, don't you think?" Hugging the girl from behind and holding onto her waist, he would ask gently.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

In front of his aquarium Izana would be busy watching his goldfish when he noticed the presence of his girlfriend passing by in the hallway in front of his room, as soon as he saw her and noticed her lack of clothes, Izana immediately turned all his attention to the girl, getting up and going after her.

"What do you want, baby girl?" Holding her waist, he would question in a low tone of voice.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Manjiro would be as distracted as he had just woken up, even so, when he suddenly saw his girlfriend walking around the house practically naked, he would stay awake at the same moment, going to the girl curious to know why she was walking like that.

“Y/n, are you okay?” With a small smile, he would say as he approached his girlfriend.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

He would have just arrived home and would sit on the sofa to rest for a while, but suddenly he would see his girlfriend walking around the house, at first, Kazutora wouldn't pay much attention until he saw that the girl was practically undressed, when he realized , he got up and went after her at the same moment.

“Isn’t it too late for you to tease me like that, Y/n?” Hugging her from behind in surprise, he would speak in a mischievous tone.

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

Ran had practically just woken up and was having his breakfast in the kitchen, when he turned around at the counter, he immediately saw his girlfriend walking practically naked down the hallway, at the same moment, Ran went to the girl and gently held her by the arm.

"Let's go to my room and sort this out before Rindou wakes up." Letting out an ironic laugh with a subtle smile, he would say, taking the girl towards his room.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐢

Lying on the bed, Rindou was just listening to some music with the bedroom door open, from the corner of his eye, he saw his girlfriend walk through the hallway practically naked, at the same time, he got up, leaving his things aside and went to the girl , Rindou gently held her arm and brought her to her room.

"Are you crazy, Y/N? Do you want my brother to end up seeing you like this?" Placing a blanket over the girl's body, he spoke, trying not to be distracted by her body.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Haruchiyo was lying in bed just about to fall asleep, but upon seeing his girlfriend passing through the hallway in front of the room without wearing any type of clothes, Sanzu would immediately wake up, leaving his sleep aside at that exact moment as he wondered why. of the girl being like that.

He would get up, go to the girl and grab her by the waist. "What are you doing, baby?" Pulling Y/n closer to him, Haruchiyo would question in a serious tone.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

He would be distracted smoking a cigarette on the balcony while watching the cars pass by on the street, as soon as he turned around after finishing his cigarette, Hanma would be surprised to see his girlfriend walking around the house with practically no clothes on.

"What are you doing? You're not cold, are you?" Going up to the girl and hugging her from behind, he would ask with a sideways smile.

[mochi-mika]

october 7th - somnophilia w/ geto, rindou, bachira

content warnings - somnophilia, drugging, baby trapping, gas lighting, fingering, cunilingus, mentions of bondage, suggested wet dream

MDNI!

suguru geto

“You're the prettiest when you're quiet, you know.” Geto whispered in your ear, his breath warm and teasing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers prodded gently at your gummy walls, the sensation both familiar and electrifying, making it a marvel that you could sleep through his ministrations.

“Don't have to fight with you for the last word, feisty little brat.” He smirked, the sound of his voice low and playful, as his thumb worked nimbly at your sensitive bud of nerves. The way he moved was both skilled and relentless, a rhythm that thrummed through you like a heartbeat.

He noticed you stirring, the soft flutter of your lashes against your cheeks, but that didn’t deter him. The heat of his body enveloped you, his fingers dancing with a deliberate precision that sent waves of warmth pooling in your core. Each stroke was a whisper against the backdrop of the night, and you found it harder to resist the pull of awareness tugging at you.

He prodded his fingers at your entrance, ensuring to capture the webs of your arousal drenching his fingers. “Suguru?” you groggily called out, trying to figure out just what the heck was going on. “What are you…doing?” you now adjusted to the feeling of a man's finger inside you. “You woke me up, love.” He half confessed, not steeling his movements.

The palm of his hand cupped the top of your vulva to give him better access to your sweeter spot causing you to spread your legs a bit for him to get better access. “You were calling out to me. I couldn't just let you suffer.” His words as tantalizingly sweet as honey.

rindou haitani

Rindou brushed a strand away from your face as his hips snapped against yours harshly. You sleeped peaceful– not willingly; you were drugged. You were so perfect like this; pliable. He dug his nails into your hips as he anchored himself there. 

You kept denying his advances. He didn't need to be this way. He's a green flag for Pete's sake! He was charming and kind and even a little awkward but something about him was a bit off putting for you. So you turned him down, time and again. In his mind, even the biggest oak tree could be cut down with a spoon eventually. 

But he grew tired of waiting. Your insistence to keep turning him down, although endearing, was annoying. This entire “hard-to-get” act wore him down. Which was exactly why you were in this position now.

Rindo never wanted to resort to these tactics; you forced his hand. He didn’t want to deceive you into housesitting; you left him no choice but to lie. He never wanted to baby trap you, yet your actions drove him to it. If only you had truly listened when he made it clear, time and again, that you were the one he desired.

Now, he has you tied to his bed, fulfilling a twisted plan. As he prepares to drive the nail in the coffin, he’s counting on you to realize you’re pregnant. In that moment of vulnerability, he’ll offer his support, all while weaving his web of manipulation. He knows your unstable emotions will leave you questioning your choices, and he’ll be there to position himself as your only option. It’s a game to him—a way to ensure you see him as your savior, even if it means playing with your heart and mind. Who knows how far he’ll go to keep you under his control?

meguru bachira

Sweet dreams. This whimsical scene is not unusual for you; your dreams often carry the essence of warmth and friendship, a reflection of your cheerful spirit. It's a comforting reminder that even in your slumber, the bonds you share with others continue to thrive, turning ordinary moments into sweet, sweet memories that linger long after the morning light breaks.

However, your sweet, sweet boyfriend isn't always granted the kindness of such jovial dreams. Most times, he doesn't dream at all. When he does dream though, just like tonight, it's often of you and it ends up making him make a mess on his briefs. Tonight, he didn't feel like being the only messy one so he got to work. He snuck his way under the sheets, gliding his fingers along the curve of your legs. “You made me all messy again, sweet thing.” He whispered as he made his way between your legs.

He trailed kisses up from your knees and between your thighs till he reached the warmth at the top where he placed a light kiss atop your underwear. “Let's see how long you can stay asleep.” He snickered a bit to himself as he hooked his fingers along the sides of your underwear and pulled it down just enough for him to work.

The pads of his fingers mush between your puffy lips, gently pressing the folds open so he could feast. The wet muscle of his tongue peered up and between your folds, lapping at the fluids. His mouth sucked lewdly, resting the crook of his nose to ground his lips into lush flesh of your core further.

You pressed into pillows, oblivious the man feasting on you below your waist. All you could picture, were the blissful dreams now warped into graphic scenes of sweat drenched bodies colliding. Bachira worked his tongue in and out so deep, he was testing your limits.

[rae-pss]

masterlist

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . little something i wrote to help with my inner thoughts. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 195 words, mentions of scars in the forearm, not specified the reason why they're there.

with a fondness almost unknown to you, his hand held your wrist firmly; raising your arm enough to have it close to his face. a lateral movement of his wrist and your forearm was already under his watchful eye. deep gaze that carefully examined your skin, marked by a pain that you never wanted to have to experience again. a part of you that you longed to bury underground forever, but, one more part of you for him to love.

—you don't have to do this. –you tried to reason, not wanting him to be aware of the pain that still resided in your grieving soul.

carefully, his gaze met yours, a prolonged silence formed between the two of you. however, with delicate slowness, in case you decided to reject his actions, he lowered his face until the gentle commissure of his lips made contact with the back of your wrists. unhurriedly and gently, he began to leave tender kisses all over your forearm, paying special attention to the deeper marks that decorated your skin.

—just... –he started uttering. —let me know all the times that, despite not knowing it, i failed to protect you.

satan, mammon (whb); jotaro, bruno, wammu, josuke (jjba); satoru, suguru, itadori (jjk); dante (dmc); dazai (bsd); jack, buddha, qin, hades (snv/ror); mammon, simeon, diavolo (om); giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, akaza (kny); draken, mitsuya, kakucho (tokrev); your favs (<3).

[69pussydestroyer69]

obsessed drug maniac

summary: You got a job to calm this fucker down while you try to survive you are able to make something unexpected happen.

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P1. P2. P3.

A casual work day you had..well who could cal this occupation casual? You, of course you could you were badass, you were that kind of girl who would get the inhuman amount of chairs when the teacher of your 2nd grade said "i need some strong boys to carry these chairs".

What exactly your job was is rather unexpected. To put it simple, you were like a helper. Someone needed you to do paperwork? You had it. Someone had a wound to clean? You did exactly that. It is not like you were treating executives, no. You were treating the "pawns". the paperwork also didn't contain anything that if it were to be leaked it wouldn't be a problem.

From time to time you got a job like make sure no evidence is at the scene, or make it look like a suicide type of stuff. Heck you'd get even jobs where you told the rules. Of course if you fuck up than your not gonna end well, but to hell with that you took your job as... a hobby poorly said.

Sanzu rushing through the halls visibly high murdering anyone who was in his way. This time you got a rather special and dangerous task. Calm him down -> get him to the car. You see the rich guy of the bonten Hajime to be exact knew he would be not enough for an awaiting task. Yes, he had to do something money brainy like related, but in a building of a rival gang. If a thing would go wrong he'd be dead.

Koko wouldn't dare to ask mikey for help, Rindo and his brother were in a foreign country, Kakucho was still badly wounded from a mission that took place a week ago, Mochi was attending some unrelated business. So Sanzu fucking Haruchiro was the one to go with.

Koko was already out of the building while Sanzus massacre had already begun. You had a team of five people. Unfortunately you didn't get to lead. From the years of working at such job you learned that the safer option is to go with your own rules. You were chosen to be the one who calms down Sanzu..which was oddly dangerous.

You said fuck it to yourself and went to do your job. Walking carefully and quietly to not trigger Sanzus drugged blood shed you were cussing yourself out for not showing more dedication towards being a leader. Well you can't do anything about it now. Your newest priority should thinking how to calm that maniac down.

You stopped logically seeing the first victims to encounter fuckruchiro. Slashes on their bodies. Some died quickly some were toyed with. Well thats gonna be you in next few minutes.mYou crouched to their bodies investigating. You could tell by the brownish blood and the wounds that stopped bleeding that Sanzu was far away. You took a look on the plan of the building. to see possible places he could be at.

Boom! Found it. The bigass room, there would be a lot of people. But in this situation. You knew anybody in their right seance of mind would run the fuck away from that place. You saw the plan had a big structure of hallway so it would take sanzu some time plus he has to murder everybody in these halls.

The halls have on speakers and no alarms meaning that they were packed with people.. well now corpses. You found a shorter way to get around to the room instead of following the corpse trail just waiting to get jumped by Sanzu like an idiot. Patting yourself on the shoulder you sprinted through your selected track.

Stopping right before you have entered the room trying to find a place well hidden so that bastard could not see you a realisation hit you. He was high. You got a set of informations from Kokonoi one of them being that sanzu was high. So now your task got easier and harder at the same time.

The only requirements you had on your hiding spot was for it to be placed so you could see while still not being that visible. Sanzu was out of it so he would not notice you. Sanzu was gonna be hell less manageable. Which was expected from the start.

You looked over to find a good spot, it was dark there so you would blend in just perfectly. You also had clear view on the room and the hallway, you predicted sanzu would rush through earlier. Suddenly all your attention was drawn to the sound of a steel blade sliding across the floor.

You panicked. You thought it wouldn't be that frightening. Dozens of images flew through your mind. You saw the torture top Bonten members used, the worst part was that people were still alive. They where just playing with their corpses. You never got frightened before, but now you knew it was coming. The pain you could have simply overlooked before, but now you were facing it.

You weren't staring death in the face. Nor you were flirting with death. You were sucking deaths dick.

Sanzu.. no... not just him. All bonten executives were way more on top than you were. Just the aura you felt crushed you making you tense in all parts of your body. You were now more aware of your breathing, just to be as quiet as possible even tho that was not a part of your previous plan. His sole presence made you feel powerless.

"Agh" you wanted to slap yourself because of how cowardly you acted. "No, I made the perfect plan." "He will be to confused when nobody is here." "It would even make sence for Koko to wait for him here" "He must be way off to notice you."

Your quick decisions and logic saved you at the moment. If you would stay tense in fear, than Sanzu would notice you in just a matter of time.

You kept focus on the sounds coming from the hallway infront of you. You could hear his stealthy but heavy-handed footsteps being accompanied by the sound of his katana gliding against the floor in a chopped motion echoing his stumbling walking.

You calmed yourself and got ready to put this motherfucker down. You knew you couldn't beat him, so u instead focused on chocking him in attack from the back. You just hoped that he wouldn't swing his katana.

He entered the room. You felt the slight tension in your palms. The same one you feel when you have to present a project infront of people or when you go to the dentist. As you predicted he started turning around in confusion while walking through the room, which lead to him putting his guard down.

Even tho it was just a second, it was enough for you to attack. He had his back turned against you. Which lead to you being in his blind spot perfectly. If you would just crawl to him the most quiet you have ever been, he would eventually notice you creeping behind him. So you had to be fast.

Sanzu turned your way just by pure reflexes by the years of experience in his profession. Your quick thinking saved you as you quickly changed the plan. You put your hand into a fist and struck his upper back where his kidney is right by your knuckles.

He yelped out "FUCK!" This was your time. But now he was aware of you. Chocking him was out of the question now, only thing that came to your mind was his achilles tendon. You crouched and swung your leg as you bashed it into his achilles tendon.

Sanzu came down. He looked at you with terrifying smirk. That was when you realised, that his katana was already in motion. He was high not stupid. Yes Sanzu is reckless but smart as fuck when it comes battle iq. He realised that if you'r in crouch position you won't be able to dodge.

You acknowledged his smirk. You understood that if you could escape this he would rather toy with you than kill you. the only question now is how to escape this hells pawn of an attack. It will slice swiftly through your skull. So you can't just block it with your palms.

Than it hit you. You put your plan to action, you steadily put your hand under sanzus blade just before it was about to put you out of the living. Than with great pressure you pushed it up and slid right below it.

After your successful plan came to an end you took a look at Sanzu who just stood there waiting for you to attack him. He was in the same position avoiding your sight. Your first thought was to attack him. But the fact that he didn't move gave him away. It was just too obvious that he wanted you to attack him.

After five seconds that felt like a minute he turned his head in a swift turning motion. He smiled lightly still showing his teeth. His eyes squinted. In exchange you gave him him a soft smile with closed eyes. "Smarter than anyone i killed tonight" He exclaimed praising you. "But" He peeped with fake worry on his face "what if i would actually attack you?" "What then?" "You could not fight back."

His face returned to grinning and squinting. "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?" He kept yelling out hysterically. "YOU WOULD DIE" "BOOM" "THATS IT YOU LAME BITCH". You wanted to be afraid, but you just weren't. YOU GOT HIM IN YOUR TRAP.

Your plan was to do something so stupid that would seem smart for a second. That being you closing your eyes. NOW HE IS TRYING TO ARGUE WITH YOU!! NOT ACTUALLY FIGHT YOU. Now just now you could throw him of tracks.

"heh" He stopped giggling to himself and gave you a serious threatening look. Now you were the one grinning and giggling. You had to make him feel worthless. The fight turned from physical to psychological just to your advantage.

He had experience in fighting. You had experience dealing with drugged maniacs and their emotions. Sometimes when getting information from them or just trying not to die.

Now. Now it was your chance. And you gladly took it. You inhaled.. You have dealt with people like sanzu before. Plus he is high so his emotions are for from stable. You had to make him...well...cry. And by your experience the best way to do it was just to put him down by his own acting. By his mistake that was not even a mistake but he was to high to be aware of that. "YOU ARE FUCKING PREDICTABLE!!"

You wanted to call him bitch to his face. But swear words would make him angry not low. You had to make him feel miserable. You continued when his face stopped showing signs of threat but started showing signs of confusion.

"I KNEW I FUCKING KNEW THAT YOU WOULD NOT ATTACK, and guess what" "YOU DIDN'T". He stopped as now he looked terrified that you are above him. You also put the fact that he might be faking it to the case. But from your experience he was truly terrified of your words.

In your brain you thought you were luckier than a god that he was high. He did not make a mistake, nor were you better than him. You just took the opportunity and it worked. "SHAME ON YOU, GOING AROUND CALLING YOURSELF EXECUTIVE..."

Now you couldn't put yourself above him. That would make him angry. So statement like "And you got outsmarted by a unexperienced girl" is out of question. What you had to do was to make him feel that he is not below you but also below other executives...that's why you called him an executive. You just decided to use your previous statement.

".....WHILE YOU ARE SO FUCKING PREDICTABLE." That was his final push.

He dropped his katana on the ground. It making a clanging sound. That sound would scare you before. Not now. You grew braver. His knees dropped to the ground as he put his face into his palms.

Small tears rolled down his cheeks. As he started to inhale exhale frantically. His voice started squealing like he was about to cry out the most hear-wrenching cry of all times.

That is when..

A/N note: If this gets attention i will write p2. Feel free to leave feedback and/or point out any mistakes. All comments are appreciated.

Requests are open!!

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ KABEDON W TOKYO REVENGERS

TOKREV BOYS CAGING YOU AGAINST A WALL. ft. izana kurokawa, takashi mitsuya, & shuji hanma x f!reader

sfw. 1K wc. i’ve been sooo excited to write for izana !! & my head’s been buzzing w so many ideas after seeing a bunch of maid-sama edits back on my fyp <3

IZANA KUROKAWA. mild jealousy & possessiveness

You wonder if Izana can hear the rapid thumping of your heart as his arm comes to rest against the doorframe, his eyes looking intently into yours.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” His voice breaks the silence, tone laced with the faintest hint of curiosity that sends a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself even though the proximity has heat rising all the way to the tips of your ears. “I don't know,” you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “He just asked for my number. And i said no.”

There's a moment of silence as izana processes your words, his gaze never leaving yours. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction, unsure if you should add that you mentioned you have a boyfriend too.

“That’s all?” Izana finally speaks, his voice low and steady, but there's something in his eyes that betrays his calm exterior.

You nod. “That’s all.”

He exhales deeply, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he moves closer to you. His fingers brush against your cheek, lingering on your jaw for a brief moment before gently tilting your head to the side. “Izana?”

“Mhm,” he hums softly, his breath warm against your skin as he presses gentle kisses along your collarbone. “That sounds right.”

His lips move with a deliberate slowness to cover every inch of your skin, and you can’t help but melt into his touch as his lips ghost down your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him, and you sigh. “That’s good.” He repeats to himself.

“Don’t pay them any attention.” Izana reminds you, his voice dropping to a soft murmur against your skin. “You’re mine.”

HANMA SHUJI. recreation of that !! scene from maid sama (he gives u a hickey on your back), reader wearing a backless dress, ‘pretty thing,’ ‘princess’

“That’s a tiny dress you got on.” Hanma muses, long arm resting just above your head as he cages you against the wall, his face coming to hover mere inches in front of yours.

“Where’s a pretty thing like you headed tonight?”

“Well, yeah,” you pout, adjusting the thin strap of your dress. “I’m going to my friend’s birthday party tonight.”

You struggle to read the expression on his face, amused eyes lingering on the simple design of your dress, ignoring the way you huff impatiently.

“Backless?”

“Yeah, backless. I’m leaving now.” With a quick tilt of your head, you try to gauge his reaction again, a part of you skeptical to whether or not he’s planning something this time.

He only responds with a slow hum, chuckling a bit when you rudely swat his arm off the wall, gaze following the natural sway of your hips as you mumble something in annoyance and walk away.

Backless…he thinks.

That’s right— backless.

An idea pops into his head, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. Without a second thought, he reaches out to roughly tug at one of your wrists, pulling you back towards him in one swift motion.

“The hell are you doing-” you snap, your voice trailing off into a sharp intake of breath when you feel his lips press against the middle of your back. “S-shuji!” You protest, heart racing as you feel the warmth of his lips press against your skin.

There’s a pop when he pulls back slightly to look up at you, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh? You’re going? With that hickey on your back?” His voice comes out low, tinged with too much amusement for your liking.

“Hope you have fun, princess.”

TAKASHI MITSUYA. he takes care of you when you’re feverish

“You shouldn’t be out of bed right now.” Mitsuya’s voice breaks the silence, and you stop dead in your tracks.

There’s an exasperated groan from you, your hand coming to rub at your temples. Of course he would be awake— you really thought you had waited long enough before trying to sneak downstairs.

“I want cake, Mitsuya.” You whine, arms folding over your chest. “‘M not sick anymore. The fever’s gone down.”

“Is that so?” Mitsuya’s tone sounds both amused and skeptical as he steps closer, watching the way you start to fidget with the sleeves of your shirt. You give him a quick and desperate nod to confirm, and it’s all a little too suspicious for his liking.

But before you can protest further, his arms come around you, caging you against the wall, and you suck in a sharp breath as he scans you up and down. His gaze is focused and intentional— and you feel your heart rate pick up.

“Interesting,” he whispers, warm breath grazing your skin. It sends a violent shiver down your spine. “Let me check.”

“W-wait you shouldn’t—” your protests are halted as he leans even closer, until his face is just an inch in front of yours. He thinks it’s cute the way your eyes slam shut involuntarily, your heart pounding against your chest at the proximity. His forehead presses gently against yours, and you can feel the subtle warmth of his skin.

“Liar.” He murmurs softly, his lips brushing against yours so gently you almost miss it. “You’re burning up.”

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Could I request Kazutora, Mitsuya and any other characters you want reacting to a reader who unintentionally does things that turns them on? (Like wearing their clothes, pushing them down onto the bed only to just cuddle with them or slipping their hands under their clothes whenever they hug them) and if you're comfortable I'd like SFW and NSFW please

TokRev x Reader Who Unknowingly Turns Them On

♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader, size kink, oral fixation, oral->fem receiving, thigh riding, just men being pervy lol ♡

Characters: Kazutora, Mitsuya, Draken

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷

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Kazutora

🐯 Gets turned on when you run your fingers through his hair

🐯 He'll be laying in your lap, head resting on your thighs, and he'll get hard when you start playing with his hair

🐯 Ends up eating you out while you pull on his hair, he'll be grinding against the bed the whole time

"F-fuck, pull my hair harder angel~"

Mitsuya

🪻 Gets turned on when you sit in his lap

🪻 The feeling of your soft thighs pressed against him drives him crazy, especially if you're wearing a dress or skirt

🪻 Politely asks you to ride his thigh and will cum in his pants while you do it

"Don't stop princess, you feel so good, my pretty girl~"

Draken

🐉 Gets turned on when you wear his clothes

🐉 Seeing how big his clothes look on you just remind him of how small you are compared to him (we all know he has a size kink)

🐉 You wearing his clothes always ends in you riding him, whining about how big he is and how much he's stretching you out

"Don't quit on me now doll, we both know you can take it~"

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katshimizuu @happy-trenchcoated-impala @prncessrindou @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies

[10-10x]

One Shot / AU (s)

Tokrev x y/n / f reader / reader / 🐺❄️

[2dyumi]

T꩜KY꩜ REVENGERS!

all my tokrev fics!! >-<

SMAUS

౨ৎ꩜ kerosene || seishu inui x f!reader || smau + paused!

౨ৎ✿꩜ power trip || souya kawata x f!reader || smau + fic + ongoing!

FICS

coming soon!

REQS

★౨ৎ haruchiyo sanzu || req + thirst

౨ৎ sub!souya kawata || req + thirst

★  - fluff/sfw ౨ৎ - smut ✿  - dark content ꩜ - crack 𖤐 - angst

[wearepurplejackets]

❌ Incorrect Tokyo Manji~ ❌

*If Takemichi told Mikey to marry him in Bonten future instead of getting shot*

Mcdonald’s employee: sir, you have ordered 15 happy meals in 2 days, are you doing well in life?

Takemichi: look, my kid wants the cat figure from luca

Mcdonald’s employee: ...

Takemichi: okay not my kid, my yakuza boyfriend, but it’s really none of your business

[willgrcham]

i headcanon that, with his crush, rindou is all big grins and awkwardly scratching the back of his head while handing them flowers but as soon as business calls he literally changes personalities.

[quinntheebrain]

𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽

𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘'𝓶 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓷' 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝔂

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮?

𝓑𝓸𝔂, 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓼𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝓸𝓾𝓽

♡︎Pairing. Bonten!Rindou x fem!reader (ft. Terano South)

♡︎Summary. Rindou loves to play games with your heart and you've had enough.

♡︎Word Count. 2.1k

⚠︎︎Content + Warnings. Toxic relationships, Light physical violence, Mentions of blood, Explicit language, Smut/NSFW, Minors DNI.

⚠︎︎A/N. This is for @gabzlovesu 'f*ck love collab'.

Rindou’s hands glide down her back, squeezing her ass before he places a sweet kiss on her lips. Your head tilts to the side, your eyes are filled with longing. If you were to close them, you’d be met with the beautiful pipe dream in which Rindou is holding you like that publicly, laughing as he showers you with kisses. But, you can’t close your eyes or even look away. Your brain won’t allow you. It wants you to burn this image into your mind. So, all you can do is watch from across the room with a grip so tight on your glass you believe it might break.

“He’s not worth it, girl,” your friend whispers in your ear and grabs your wrist before you can make your way to his VIP section.

You want to tell her she is wrong. That to you, Rindou is worth the tears and pain you feel. He is worthy of your anger and most importantly, he is worthy of your love. But, you are defeated and it would sound foolish to defend him now. So, instead, you say “Yeah, you’re right,” which is a lie and you know it.

Rindou is a master of torture, always satisfied by the screams of his enemies. He is the same in love — sadistic and ruthless to the core. He revels in your broken expression. Your glossy eyes and quivering lips are so beautiful under the club’s blue lights. You turn around for one final glance and when your eyes meet his, he laughs. It only adds gasoline to the nearly suppressed flame. You snatch your wrist away from your friend, who is shocked but in no mood to stop you. In fact, she thinks Rindou deserves whatever he has coming. Though she wishes you’d save it for another time, she can’t help but smile as you stomp toward the purple-haired bastard.

“What the fuck is so funny, Rindou?” the words leave your mouth before you’ve fully stepped into Bonten’s private section. Ran immediately shifts in his seat, watching attentively along with Sanzu who is too high to take anything seriously.

He pulls the girl closer and the corner of his lips tugs into a smile. “I really have no idea what you mean.” Rindou likes watching your blood boil. In all honesty, your hot-headed temper turns him on. But, this is about more than making you angry. Rindou is teaching you a lesson. You’ll never be his one and only — no matter what you do, no matter how much you beg.

“People have feelings, Rin,” your eyes burn and your chest is heavy. You are too emotional and this is too embarrassing, but you can’t stop yourself from talking, “I have feelings and you constantly shit on them. You knew I was gonna be here and you thought it would be cute to parade this bitch around in my face.”

“Don’t call me—,”

“Girl, please,” you sigh. “Shut the fuck up.”

“(Y/N), you need to relax,” Rindou’s voice is disrespectfully calm. Such a contrast to yours that you almost seem unhinged. He leans in, “you’re making a fool of both of us in front of important clients,” he’s irritated as if he didn’t cause this. “We’re not even together.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Fuck you.” It’s almost instinctual the way your hand flies toward his face, the cup still held firmly in your grasp. The glass breaks against his cheek, cutting his face which happens to look so handsome tonight. His eyes are the prettiest purple and you can’t help but smile as they turn black with anger.

When the girl held in his arm screams bloody murder, your friend tugs at your arm. “Let’s go, bitch,” the urgency in her voice isn’t lost on you, “Before they get security.”

“Learn to control your bitches, Haitani,” Sanzu slurs then turns to whisper something in Ran’s ear, and they both laugh. You take a deep breath in and by the time you exhale you realize Sanzu isn’t worth it. Offering him a simple ‘fuck you’, you allow your friend to pull you away from Rindou who currently has blood gushing from a cut under his eye.

When the metallic taste settles on his tongue, Rindou is seething. It’s not the first time you’ve laid hands on Rindou, but it is the first time you’ve drawn blood. He removes his arm from the waist of his pawn, but that doesn’t stop her from pressing flimsy napkins against his cheeks. She is also mistaken, thinking that Rindou actually cares about her and doting on him will make her his favorite. But, she will never be. She is irritating and she has served her purpose. He pushes her away and follows you toward the club’s exit despite the advice of his brother and friends.

He can hear you laughing, though if he listened a little closer — paid attention like you’d begged and begged — he would hear the pain you’re masking. Rindou is by your side before you or your friend notice him, a grip on your arm so tight that it cuts off your circulation. “You’re fucking crazy,” he spits.

“Get your hands off of me,” it takes everything in you not to scream from the pain. You can feel your bones shifting under his weight — how he wishes it was your neck.

“I should fucking -,”

“That’s not how I taught you to touch a lady, Haitani,” the voice is so smooth and so familiar that Rindou loosens his grip. You want to drop to your knees in relief, but the strong arm around your waist keeps your knees from collapsing. “You okay?” You nod, but he does not let you go. His fingers settle on your hips as he smiles at Rindou.

“Fuck off, South,” Rindou’s voice remains confident despite the look in his eyes. “This has nothing to do with you.”

Terano South, Rindou’s former commander and one of the strongest men in Japan. The only person whose strength trumps South’s is Mikey, Rindou’s current boss. Rindou wishes Mikey would appear now, but the head of Bonten rarely attends events like this. Rindou is lucky because South is not concerned about him or Bonten. No, the man only cares about you, the pretty girl he’d been watching all night.

Rindou watches as South leans down to whisper in your ear. You nod at whatever he says and follow him away from the club, your best friend trails closely behind. Rindou does not call out or run after you. He lets you walk away, held in another man’s arms. Because even though it hurts, he knows you’re his and you will be back.

The night plays on repeat in your head as you bat your faux lashes and any guilt you feel immediately dissipates from your body. Rindou Haitani has never cared about and as far as you know, he never will.

“Do you need anything?” Japan’s very own Terano South draws you from your thoughts. His fingers trace your arm, falling to the Cartier bracelet he gifted you at the beginning of your date. “You look tense,” the words linger with some underlying meaning and he smiles when you shift in your seat.

South has been toying with you all night. From the moment he greeted you at your door until now, at the restaurant he rented out, South has done nothing but openly express his desire for you. It’s not overwhelming or annoying. He’s just good with words. Almost too good. But after years of indecision and a lack of reassurance, it feels nice.

“You’re still stressing about Rindou.” he moves to join you on your side of the booth. “I can change that. He’s a bitch anyway. He doesn’t deserve you.”

He doesn’t deserve you. The words are bittersweet, but the more you hear them, the less you worry about the man who held your heart in the palm of his hand for so long. Instead, you think of the possibilities of a life with a man who does deserve you. Who will love you and never make you question your worth.

“And you do?”

“Eh. I know I can treat you better,” he shrugs, hands pushing your silk skirt until the material bunches at your waist. “But, I’ll let you decide,” his yellow eyes look like sunshine, blinding you with his gaze. He’s silently asking you for permission and he wastes no time yanking your panties to the side the moment you grant it.

“South.” it’s pathetic — the way you moan when a single finger ghosts over your clit — but he thinks you sound so cute. Once he hears his name fall from your lips, South can no longer keep up his tender facade. You falling apart underneath his fingers, it’s the only thing that will sate his desire.

There’s a merciless rhythm to the way his fingers circle the sensitive nub that makes your back arch as you grip the leather seat. He laughs as your hips buck and you grind against his fingers, “So needy,” he whispers like you’re not the only two people in the restaurant. “Fuck,” his moan matches your own as he finally sinks his fingers into your aching cunt.

The shiver that runs down your spine feels like your phone vibrating against the wooden table. Your eyes shoot open in shock. Fuck, your phone is really vibrating against the table.

South glances over, a devilish smirk once he sees Rindou’s name appear on your screen. “Answer it,” his voice is low as he dips his head down to attach his lips to the soft spot on your neck.

“Fuck, baby. You look so good.” Rindou says once you finally lift the camera. You ignore him and look at yourself in the tiny box in the corner. You want to be sure South isn’t visible from the angle you’re holding the phone. “I’m over that little stunt you pulled at the club the other night. I have this meeting in a few minutes but you’re coming to see me later, right?” Rindou licks his lips.

“No,” your voice cracks as South nibbles on your skin. He is not playing fair. “I’m done, Rindou. You really pissed me off,” it’s a miracle you were able to complete that sentence despite your shaky breathing.

South strums along your core like a skilled harpist, each pluck of your strings creating beautiful notes that you elicit so effortlessly. Then South plays a note that’s familiar to Rindou’s trained ear and just like at the club, you can see darkness wash over his lilac eyes. “Who are you with?”

As if he’s been waiting for this moment, South snatches your phone and smiles into the camera. “Rindou, how’d you manage to let a pretty thing like this slip through your fingers?” you whine in the background as South picks up the pace, curled fingers massaging your g-spot with every move. “God, she’s so wet. I can’t wait to fuck you, baby.”

Rindou laughs. It’s better than hopping in his car and driving to your location, which is what he really wants to do. “I see what this is,” the laughter grows louder as he stops to think carefully about what he wants to say next. “You gon’ turn into a ho trying to get revenge. That’s sad.” Rindou’s voice is calm but the grip on his phone is deadly.

“Aw, you jealous, Rin?” South teases as he passes the phone back to you, uninterested in talking any longer unless it’s to you or your pretty pussy. The tall man settles on the floor, head between your legs. You can feel South moan as he kisses your cunt — wet and sticky just for him.

“Jealous,” Rindou scoffs, though that’s exactly what he is. He’s envious to hear you moaning because of another man. To see you so undone for someone other than him. “No, but I’m disappointed that she betrayed me. Fucking slut.”

Betrayal. If that’s what Rindou wants to call this then you won’t argue. If he wants to call you a fucking slut, you won’t argue. If he is disappointed in you, you do not care. Because to you, this is not revenge, it is freedom. You’re no longer chained and bound by his false promises and emotions. It feels good. No more will his silly games send you into week-long emotional spirals, thinking you’ll never be worthy of romantic love. Never again will the master of sadism use you for his enjoyment.

“Whatever,” South grunts before the flat of his tongue glides along your folds. “Tell him bye, baby,” he says in between short and quick flicks of his tongue. “So you can focus on me.”

You nod your head feverishly, “Bye, Haitani.” you say with a smile. The use of his surname sends a pain through Rindou’s chest, but before he can express himself, you end the call.

[bara-sen]

Michitorafuyu after the Valhalla arc

[7tsumurai]

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[kazuwhora]

NSFW for Peh? F S A K.

heheh I've never ever gotten a peh request!!! congrats on taking my peh virginity baby lets get married now

SEND ME NSFW ASKS

F = Favourite Position

69 HE'S A 69 MAN he loves feeling your hips stutter and jolt while he circles your clit with his tongue but then absolutely loses his mind when that same motion makes you bottom out on his cock

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

ngl im sorry peh fuckers but he really does not last long at all. he's like a two strokes and he's already shaking but he tries really really hard to hold out for you and will make it up to you by overstimulating himself and fucking you even after his cum has filled you up

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

another one of the boys who needs to be taught about aftercare but once he grasps it he's actually excited about it because he likes to take care of you and make sure you're ok <3 cutie patootie who isn't really all that great with it but tries hard anyways

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

stockings, corsets, and leather. dirty boy

[stunie]

UP ALL NIGHT ! ᯓ⭑ ft. wakasa imaushi (tokrev) x f!reader

note : okkok here’s my lil response to this thirst ^ ^ <33 hehe

contains : explicit smut (18+), very consensual somnophilia (??) slow / sensual / sleepy / soft sex, multiple rounds, love bites !!

Wakasa’s cock is still leaky from the events of earlier when you crawl back onto his lap again, sleepy eyes fixated on the fat globs of pre-cum already beginning to drip down his length. You’re moving to straddle him, thighs pressing flush against his own as you steady your hands on his chest, gentle and delicate when you settle on top of his length to drag your pussy up and down his cock.

He’s always been sensitive right there.

Your boyfriend is quick to start stirring as soon as you focus your movements against his tip, and you’re keenly aware of exactly what you’re doing to him when you angle your hips to press your clit against it and grind. He’s still sound asleep when his mouth parts open in an ‘o’ as his breathing starts to pick up, heavy cock hardening just beneath you.

“I don’t mind. can use me.. make yourself feel good.”Wakasa’s words from earlier play out in your mind again and again, a subtle reminder of how he was touching you when he whispered that into the shell of your ear. It was never as good when you did it all by yourself…

This was a little routine the two of you had developed anyways. The sun was beginning to rise now, the first rays of sunlight peeking through the window as you sigh against him, the two of you having already been reduced to a tangled mess of sweat and love marks hours ago.

You start grinding your hips a little faster, his pre-cum mixing with your slick and his previous load as you use it to rub more desperately against him. His earlier load— that was right. You’ve been beside him forever now. It started off as lazy spooning late into the evening, his cock buried inside you as the two of you fell into a deep sleep.

The first time you woke up was from the deep and slow thrusts he was giving you, Wakasa’s brows furrowed behind you as he lightly grunted into the crook of your neck before beginning to pepper sweet kisses along the skin when he noticed you had woken up.

Just like that— over and over, and with it being so late into the night, it’s become increasingly harder to differentiate between what’s a dream and what’s actually reality, but you know Wakasa’s in both anyways.

You’re at least sure of the fact that he looks pretty underneath you like this— and he’s even prettier when he cums. He’s all quiet grunts and shaky breaths when he’s finally spurting ropes of cum against your pussy, every last drop only working to lube you up, get you even wetter and let him in even easier.

The entire day was still ahead of you, anyway.