#tokyo revengers naoto

[flare-the-drawer]

This idea has been haunting my head since a little while: what about a necromancer au ?

An Au in which Takemichi, instead of being able to travel back in time, is able to see and speak with the dead. It would start with Hina and Naoto, who, well, are dead in the first timeline (technically second timeline but shh). Takemichi falls on the railway not because he's pushed there but in fear and surprise, not understanding why he's seeing ghosts who speak to him.

2005 Takemichi would then start to see Future Takemichi and both Hina and Naoto. Them explaining to him what happened to them. Begging him to save them. And 2005 Takemichi, by telling naoto, saves him like in canon.

Takemichi getting advice from the dead. Necromancer Takemichi.

Please share your thoughts in reblogs or comments, folks!

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⌕ tokyo revengers - naoto tachibana.

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[allthestuffandeverything]

[ventithedrunkbardehe]

Hi so sorry to bother (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

But

Can you make a part 2 of this with non toman members?

You don't have to!

Hello hello

Yess OFC ❤️

I'm really happy that you guys liked that post 🥹 🫶 And honey you are not a bother okay?

And I'm very sorry that this took very long too 🥲🙏

So let's get started shall we?

Non!Toman members reacting to a gn!reader who is as strong as Yor from spy x family

Shinichiro: Is impressed. Especially if you fought infront of him in his Black Dragon era. Beacuse we all know that he wasn't a good nor that much of a strong fighter. If he got to know your strength when you protected him wheter youu were in Black Dragon or not he feels embarrased. So he tries to repay you in any way that you want. He basiclly becomes your servant for a while even if you don't like it.

Izana: Would be impressed. He wouldn't be so suprised since he met a lot of people in his life that looked like an avrage person but they were strong. But not as strong as you tho. Would probably ask for your training routine and if you tell him that you don't really have one his jaw drops but if you do have one he will be your training buddy from that day since he's inspired by your strength.

Inui: We well know that he respected both Shinichiro and Taiju. When he got to know that you're even stronger than Taiju (if Taiju's BD is still active): he introduced you to Taiju and you either joined or not, (if Taiju got changed down): he tried getting along with you more trying to figurate out your strength.

Taiju: Probably got to know your strength after he tried beating you up for god knows what reason and he was impressed. Never seen a person besides Mikey who could do some more serious damage to him until he met you if you met him after the Black Dragon era. But if you met him before the BD era he probably asked you to join to the gang. If you accept it he'll spar with you from time to time and you earn a respect in his heart but if you refuse he wants to kill you on the spot.

Shion: So we know that he's another one of those people who likes beating others up. So I can only imagine him meeting you while you were in either Izana's gang or the Kantou Manji gang or you just almost got beaten up by him. You will have his respect that's a 100%.

Hanma: Now him... I think his reaction would be the weirdest tbh. He'd try to fight you (if you're not that close), would laugh at it from the shock, would tease you. He'd make your life a bit or maybe too much miserable.

Kisaki: I feel like he'd try to use you for his plans and all when he gets to know how strong you really are. Especially if you're close to Mikey. He would respect you but his plans are more important to him than other people.

Naoto: Since he works at the police you were most likely his college. You were still new to the job and had him assigned to you as a partner-teacher. You guys had to catch a violent criminal who beat up one pair of partners before you two were chosen. So you guys go and investigate after the man who you guys found pretty quick. He tried to attack you but you easily took him out like it was nothing while Naoto was standing in the back shocked and impressed.

South: Oh so you're a "tank" like him. He's even worse than Taiju. Doesn't care if you're friend or enemy he will fight you and try to beat you up every single time he sees you. I'm sorry but there's no escape for you unless you move into a different country or the other side of Japan.

Wakasa: Let's say that you met him in Barhman. Senju talked a lot about you but he didn't really belive the girls sayings until he saw you fighting in a gang fight. He was impressed which he showed with a smirk on his face but didn't really have time to actually react, but after the fight he teased you about it and Senju annoyed Waka since he didn't belive what she said.

Benkei: Like at Waka's, you giys keet in Brahman and Senju non-stop talks about how cool you are, how strong you are etc. He would belive Senju but would think that she's exaggerating by a lot. And then you guys get in a gangfight where he pays attention to you and well now he belives Senju and that she wasn't exaggerating. He's impressed by your strenght very much. After the fight he would probably go up to you and ask how did you get to that level.

[b0nten]

BLOOMING FLOWERS SPRING CAN’T FEEL

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ what more is there to hate when life takes away the one you loved the most?

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ for my bae @insomniac-jay <3, took so long because i tried to do the best research i could, and because i never liked what i wrote until today. also! if you squint, it’s slight naoto x reader but it doesn’t really matter. i hope you like it!!!! not proofread

you still can’t grasp it, it sort of feels surreal.

just like this morning felt, when you put your kimono on, and did your hair. hina loved the way you looked in traditional clothing, she said it made you shine.

and albeit you two’s pictures flooding the tachibana home, you were still surprised when her mom rang your doorbell to gift you a box, feeling slightly heavier than the last silk garment they had given you while you and hina were still in high school.

“please wear it, y/n-chan, ” ryoko’s voice was just as gentle as you remembered it growing up, but it was sad, “they make you…shine.” and full of anguish.

you could only nod, swallowing back the thick saliva that was gathering in your throat, blinking back the tears with the same eyes ryoko knew how to read as if they were her own daughter’s. reaching out for your hand longer than usual, she only smiled.

you still didn’t quite grasp it, not even when you put on your pearl necklace, and locked your front door, heading down the apartment block’s stairs, like usual.

it was like your normal way to school, and later, uni, and even later, work, walking exactly 100 meters and riding for 7 minutes and a half, before switching lines at otomachi, and riding for another 5 minutes. this time only, you had to take the south exit instead of the north one, and stroll for thirteen minutes, passing by a park, a bakery, two liquors shops and some sky-rise towers.

“welcome.”

it was different, because you entered the funeral home, where the assistant, ready to guide you to the high-school colleagues category, was interrupted by naoto. he simply took your hand and walked you over to the rest of the family. you were used to seeing naoto on saturdays, not fridays or the both of them. you had seen him yesterday, at the wake, when it was friday, so it almost went like any other day. or that’s at least how your mind put it.

and when you were sitting down, eyes glued to the monk’s back as he chanted out the prayers, naoto’s hand still found a way to get to yours, firm touch against glass skin, afraid he’d break it any minute now.

and now you sit between your younger brother and his mother that took you in when you were at flourish in your heydays, deafly listening to a monk chanting a sutra for hinata. you glance over at her and can’t help but think how beautiful she looks in the matching kimono, and how much hina resembles her. resembles, not resembled, she’ll now forever keep her beauty.

you heard japanese people experience three religions in their lifetime: birth as shintoism, marriage as christianity and death as buddhism, but you didn’t even go through one. hell, hina herself only went through two.

and whereas ryoko always told naoto to stop hurting the table because even the piece of wood had its own life itself and the boy silently complied, you were stuck figuring out what it is that you believed in. you believed in kindness. the kind of kindness hina showed you, that was the firm conclusion you accepted, so now you could only pray that the afterlife was going to show her the same gentleness and love she gave the world, her journey smooth in crossing over the sanzu river and mind clear in choosing the paths she takes, making it easy for her soul to find serenity.

you wake up once you’re signaled to join the incense rite. with slightly shaking fingers you pinch up the dry fragrance, touching it against your forehead. amidst blurred vision and hours of unslept time, you see masato wipe a ghost of a tear with the back of his crisp black suit. you set the incense in the flame bowl, and walk away, next to the parents, pupils blown and face puzzled, as if you don’t know what the world you live in is. you see familiar faces; old classmates and family friends of the tachibanas’ that you got to meet long time ago, cousins, teachers, and ex-coworkers. you think you notice some of them staring at you, what is she doing here? — what is she doing there? — next to your best friend’s family.

naoto definitely sees them, he definitely notices their judging looks, but today he can’t do justice. he won’t, because he likes to think he’s partly come to terms with his sister’s death, but no matter what, police academy never prepares you to lose your sister when you least expect it.

he throws a quick glance over his shoulder, reassuring himself you’re still there although you don’t look or feel like you’re there at all, bones wrapped in flesh, wrapped in soft black silk. you start to think maybe there is something wrong with you.

grief is a weird emotion with no textbook manifestation. there is no right or wrong way to feel following a loss. but why don’t you feel anything? why do you know that it’s happening, but you’re not fully in yet? why can’t you scream or cry or whimper or fake a smile. why has your whole face been frozen this whole time?

people come and people go and like an old charlie chaplin movie on repeat, the same action you have done repeats itself a million of times fast forwarded until your mind goes blank. you feel black-and-white.

naoto taps your shoulder. “do you want to see the body?” he eases you into it. he was always such a gentle soul.

you try to say something but choke on the words. he sees, eyes widening as his muscles tense. you only nod, and he walks with you to the casket.

maybe if you see it, your mind will take on it. you’re given a flower, the white chrysanthemum you dreaded to even think about, and the same happens to naoto.

the people in front of you all put their flowers in the casket, small step by even smaller step allowing you to approach her face. it’s just the same, except it isn’t glowing, or happy or doing anything. she’s not singing, she’s not moving. she’s dead. you know it. but why can’t you acknowledge it?

you reach into the deep inside pocket of the kimono, a neatly kept, small picture grazing the white coffin. you don’t ponder, and lay it next to your friend.

naoto freezes when he sees it. he took it, the day is burned into his memory so deeply that if he were to ever lose his reminiscence, this is the only recollection he’d have. it’s you and his sister. you’re dressed in kimonos — that was your first time wearing it — and you were excited. just fresh into spring, you both chose to wear pink: hina’s dress had delicate camellias on it, scattered playfully all around the fabric, while yours had orange blossoms intricately all across. it also was your first time wearing getas; your feet hurt so bad he had to call his dad to carry you home by the end of the festival. he didn’t mind it though, because you had fun that evening.

he reaches for the picture and looks at the back.

“doesn’t this kimono make her shine, naoto?”

“yes, it definitely does.”

scribbled on the thin paper are some almost unrecognizable kana and kanji, but naoto knows what they say by heart. he slips the square into his sleeve and puts his flower in his sister’s casket instead.

not long after everyone is done saying their goodbyes, the tachibanas and you head to the crematorium. ryoko holds your hand as she picks up the bones and sets them in the urn, and you try your best to soothe a mourning mother’s aching heart.

once everything is done, you pass the envelope to the receptionist. it’s a little over a million, and you see it on the woman’s face that she knows it too, by the width of the wrapping. you didn’t notice how much money it was until you recounted it, half an hour before leaving your apartment, so you just left it all there. no 10.000 bills, no crisp bills, at least that.

she hands you the little bag with salt, tea and snacks and you bow before leaving the crematorium.

“y/n, wait!” a voice you know very well shouts after you, tall silhouette speeding from the building into the same darkness you’re headed into.

“mom said to walk you home.” naoto looks down at you gently, as if he’s your big brother and not the other way around.

“you know you’re not actually my older sister, right?” he interrupts your exact thoughts, “we’re the same age, you were fortunate enough to be in the same grade as hinata, that’s all.” he taunts, taking you back to your salad days.

you smile approvingly and he doesn’t hesitate to take the gift bag from your hand, and walk right beside you.

the air is grim and you still feel a little bit unreal. you feel limitless, but like a void, rather than the young shoujo manga protagonist you always dreamt of being, and you can feel it in naoto’s breath too, how he tries to not let the anger drown him out. you know it’s unbearable for him too.

halfway through the walk, he breaks the silence.

“i’m glad you finally learned how to walk in getas.” he admits, and you look up. a genuine laugh stifles from your throat and his face lights up.

“naoto,” you say, “these are zoris. i wasn’t going to attend a funeral in geta sandals.” explaining, you watch his face drop in embarrassment.

“yes, i totally saw that…!”he stutters but continues to joke, hinting at the past, talking of hina as if she’s still there, next to you. in passing moments of silence, you feel overwhelmed, guilty.

faith’s a game of cat and mouse, and you play it just like you want. you laugh with naoto and you realize it’s nice to feel this sense of .. belonging. in between numbness and denial, he made your day a little better. he took some of the burden off, he ripped some of the weeds growing between your lungs, letting you breathe normally again, granting you a peaceful moment in what felt like a lifetime since your best friend died.

you step foot into the apartment building, giddy and smiley, but it all vanishes once you look around. it’s dull, it’s ugly. and you feel like you’re right next to hinata. that’s how she made you feel every time you came back from a night out in the city, arm slung around her shoulder laughing at everything she said, almost knocking over the both of you.

you look around as you climb every step and somehow, the laughs and the joy all seem to disappear in the place you spent some of the most time with her.

when you reach your front door, it feels almost surreal again, because instead of hina behind you, it’s the boy you grew up with. he looks nothing like her — he takes after his father — but he feels so familiar that when he stops you from entering your home your breath hitches a little.

“don’t forget to throw the salt.” he reminds with a slight lecture in his voice, like his sister once said “don’t forget to change your shoes.”

so, when your wrist brushes past your shoulder-blade, your zoris break under the memories you shared along the way and the ones etched into the walls of the hall.

you tug at your necklace as you finally let yourself cry.

you finally know it’s real, even more so, because you feel not one, but two familiar presences engulfing you in warmth.

one strokes your hair with the palm that keeps you pressed into his shoulder, while the other hand looks at an old photograph, and the second hugs you both, wanting to lecture you with the love and gentleness of an older sister that didn’t get to say her part.

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your event looks so cool, so hi! may i have a naoto (tokyo revengers) x reader with this prompt: "they were paid barely enough to clean out deceased people’s apartments. they were definitely not being paid enough for what they found in this one.", please?

cleanse

tachibana naoto x gn! reader

|| cw : DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT, mentions of blood, detail description of gore and dismembered bodies, suggestions of cannibalisms, mentions of weapon handlings

|| manager's note : finally doing some of the halloween request from last year that i haven't completed yet! tbh, you guys are too patient sometimes [i don't deserve this > <] - or you're just done waiting for me and had already moved on lol. but anyways, i hope this fic finds you all well, even if it's kinda morbid- take care and drink lots of water ψ(｀∇´)ψ

dark, damp, cold. the airy breeze caressing his cheeks sending nothing a slight shiver up his spine. the ascent of rot and decay flooding his senses, hand curling against his mouth, trying his hardest to swallow the bubbling bile from escaping through his lips. 

despite it not being his first rodeo, it truly was the worst he had seen in months. wallpaper clinging onto dear life, its floral exterior stained with the darkest shade of red imaginable. carpet moist and soft, feet sinking almost instantly with a disgusting squelch. 

"ugh.. we'd really hit the jackpot this time, huh..?" he could help but laugh at your audible over-dramatic gagging right by his ear. he hummed in response, already strapping on the essentials; safety gloves, hazmat suit and gas mask. You too, followed his lead, dressing from head to toe before unhinging the metal barricades of the condominium. 

"you ready..?" 

"i was born ready, chief!" 

every second of every minute of every hour, you both worked non-stop. tongs gripping and grasping at every disposable material it could get its hands on; crowbar ripping out nail after nail, the wooden planks each held over the windows dropping with a hard crack. the process was smoother than any of you had imagined, having been working under the crime cleaning division within the police force for quite awhile, this had been a breath of fresh air. 

"i'm done with the kitchen, meet 'cha at the master bedroom, over!" 

"roger that.." 

he tucked his walkie-talkie back within his pockets, feet shuffling their way towards the now empty halls. grey-ish hues glancing around every corner they could, fingers brushing at any leftover spots the hydro-press couldn't remove. it annoyed him slightly; knowing that remnants of what was once flesh and bones will forever be resided in the surface of this home, but the thought of bringing new life to what was abandoned for weeks still brought a smile to his lips. 

shrugging off dread's hold, he stood on his feet again, but before he could took another step, his walkie-talkie buzzed. 

"...erm, naoto..." he raised an eyebrow at the hushed tone of your once booming voice. the sense of hesitancy, fear and absolute horror radiated from just his name alone. 

"what is it, rookie..?" 

"..had the report mentioned.. anything about someone staying, l-like living in this house..." brows scurried up in wariness as hands reached for the wooden clipboard grasping at layers of paper laying on a pile of boxes near by. he scanned and scanned, even eyeing the corners and sides of each page, searching for anything of the sorts. 

nothing. 

"no..? is something the matter?" 

silence. 

"y/n?" 

silence again. 

"...get out of here," 

with a thump, he immediately sprinted for the creaking door at the ends of the hall, dodging heaps of bags and cardboard before meeting eyes with yours. body trembled and pupils had dilated, as you too rushed towards naoto but before he could even say a word, your hand cupped his lips. 

"...quiet," you pant under your heavy breath, free hand slightly holding his own in a tightening grip. he nodded, gently shrugging your hand off, warping an arm around your shoulders and trekking towards the entrance of the room.

crunch. 

he drew closer.

crunch, crunch. 

hand reaching for the chilling handle. 

crunch, crunch, crunch. 

slow as can be, swinging the door open and leaning for a peak.

a figure; front facing the wall, hands swallowed in red, it's inky texture dripping and staining the carpet below. rags clothed it's twisted and arched body as it crouched, arms every-so-often lifting to shove something into the person.. no, creature's mouth. an audible crunch echoing the spacious room with each munching of it's jaws.

"excuse me, sir..?" your grasp on naoto tightened, head shaking with each step he took, creeping closer and closer..

a dissevered corpse. the head chopped off. it's limps no longer intact with the former body, the cuts uneven and rushed like of one using their bare hands to rip apart the flesh then using a weapon. stomach slit open, barely any of its organs remained, those still there looked to be a half of what they were, teeth marks faintly visible.

the creature groaned, head twisting towards the both of you with a snap; eyes bloodshot red, flesh barely holding onto its skull. lowly grunts as he stumbled to its feet, slowly limping with arms stretched out. your mind yelled in panic, hand gripping at your gun strap and clocking a barrel to its head, only for a warm palm to caress your discomfort.

"...don't, i have a plan," naoto glanced back at you, shaking his head. body tense but you listened, releasing your hold on your weapon, only ever hovering over the handle in preparation. he nodded in approval, gesturing for you to back away towards the door of the room. you were reluctant, eyes still wavering at the figure now only inches from leaping towards the both of you.

"..trust me, just this once"

"..."

"..alright, nao.. i trust you," he smiled, watching as you settled by the ends of the door frame.

muffled moans turned to full-on growls of aggression as clawed feet darted in your direction barely missing a hand managing to grasp at its collar and slam its back onto the carpet flooring. arms flung and swatted as naoto sat at its stomach, trying its hardest to claw at his flesh but to no avail as a sharp needle found its way into the sides of the creature's neck. crystal fluids drowning it's restless mind into a deep slumber.

you clutched at your gun, slowly approaching from your hiding spot. teeth biting at your lower lip as naoto dug into his vest.

"was that--"

"a sedative shot. i always keep one on me incase of situations like these.."

click.

the cuffs locked in place, securing the figure's arms behind his back with its front facing the ground.

"..don't worry, the dosage is pretty strong, might take a few hours before they can wake up."

in relief, you fell to your knees with a huge sigh, hand tucking in your weapon before grasping at your face. the cooling skin, chilling underneath your heated palms.

"..i'm calling a few days off tomorrow, definitely want to get my mind out of the gutter," he raised, pen in hand, jotting down the events that had occurred, finishing with a click.

"i'll see you on monday, then?"

"na-ah, you're coming with me-"

"i see.. well then, what do you want to do?"

"mm, movie marathon?" you smirked.

"..movie marathon," he smiled in return.

[usagi-best-boy]

I want to save them all.

Tokyo Revengers

[pleasegivejinlingabreak]

literally crying.

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[kouhaiart16]

📗 Naoto sketch 📗

I wanted to try a handsome version of Naoto the occultism journalist

If u wanna see my own version and wanna be tagged let me know 🫡

Hope you like it 💙

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[swimming-with-taiyaki-kun]

Time to adopt a new little brother

[the-atlas-sister]

TᕼEY ᗯᗩᒪK Iᑎ Oᑎ YOᑌ ᑕᕼᗩᑎGIᑎG/ᑎᗩKEᗪ- TOKYO ᖇEᐯ. ᑭᗩᖇT TᗯO

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚁𝚊𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞, 𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 ��𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

(IM SORRY IF SOME ARE OOC CAUSE- CAUSE I DON'T KNOW ALL THE CHARACTERS ALL TOO WELL)

𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

At the beginning of your day you had no idea that your boyfriend would be clinging to you at the end of your date, saying he just wanted to keep you, just for the night.

And how could you deny him with that cocky smirk of his, the one he gave you when he knew that you just couldn't say no to him.

So now here you were, stripping out of your uncomfortable date attire, still aiming to visually please your boyfriend after a year of being together. You shivered slightly as you stood in the bathroom in only your undergarments. You looked down at the pile of clothes Rindo had offered you, noticing that he not so slyly failed to include any shirts.

"Rindo?" you called, pulling on a pail of his loose boxers.

"You ready- woah." You flushed, your face turning hot as Rindo opened the bathroom door- his eyes going wide as he eyed your topless figure.

"You didn't have to barge in, I just need a shirt..." you grumbled, subconsciously covering your chest and torso.

"I kinda like you like this," he chuckled, leaning on the doorframe, making you roll your eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll go grab you a shirt." He laughed slightly with that same stupid smirk you had fallen in love with. You couldn't help but blush as he winked and turned around- seemingly to find you that shirt.

𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒

Being Rindo Haitani's best friend had a lot of advantages. Roaming through the streets of Tokyo feeling safer then you ever have, getting the opportunity to beat his ass at any game you play together and of course, the opportunity to tease his brother.

Opportunities, like this one for example.

"He- o-oh," Ran said, his eyes going slightly wide as he opened to door to his brother's room, only to find you wearing nothing but your undergarments.

"Yes?" you said, smirking slightly at his flushed cheeks as he not so subtly eyed your naked body.

"I- I was looking for Rindo," Ran said, continuing to stare at your legs and body. "Thought he'd be in here."

"He's in the bathroom," you stated, bending over teasingly to pick up your shirt. You felt Ran's gaze on your ass, making your smile giddily.

"I didn't know you two..."

"We don't," you said quickly. You stood up fully and looked at the taller brother. "We were just messing around in the rain and Rindo let me shower here."

"Oh," Ran hummed, a tone of almost... relief in his voice. "Well, sorry for walking in on you."

"Don't be," you said with a small smile.

Ran smirked back at you before walking out of the room.

𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘

You knew how much Sanzu idolized you. He told you every day, every night and every time in between. But as you stared at your own naked body in the long mirror within your shared bedroom... you just couldn't understand why.

You were having a day where it seemed as though every flaw you saw within yourself was pushing to the front of your mind, all desperate for attention.

You bit you lip lightly as you ran a hand along the skin on your stomach, continuing to graze over your hips.

"What did I get to deserve this?" you heard Sanzu's voice break you from your trance, making you jump slightly. You hadn't even heard the door open. You look at him behind you through the mirror- unable to bear the look of pure admiration shining in his eyes. The scars on his cheeks wrinkled at he smiled at you widely. He threw off his jacket and approached you. His hands replaced your own, quickly wrapping around your stomach and hips. "My perfect girl, naked and waiting for me," he mumbled, placing a soft kiss behind your ear and along the back of your neck.

"Don't say that," you whispered, unable to tear your eyes away from what you saw as the flaws littering your body.

"Hm? Say what? How perfect you are?" Sanzu asked, looking at you in the mirror. "Can't understand how you can't see how beautiful you are, my pretty girl." He continued to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders. "Lemme show you, yeah?"

𝚂𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚞 𝙸𝚗𝚞𝚒

Living with someone was weird.

This is what you had come to realize after you and Seishu made the decision to move in together. The first few weeks were nice, being able to cuddle to sleep, cook for one another and preform other domestic activities.

It wasn't until you walked in on him pissing for about the third time due to his forgetting to close the door, that you realized how odd it truly felt.

Even after weeks of being in the same of apartment, you had yet to change in front of one another. Hell, you don't know if Seishu has even really seen you naked. Both of you would shyly wander into the bathroom when it came time to change for the day or take a shower.

But now, you figured it would be fine to change in your shared bedroom. Seishu was still at work so it'd probably be fine. Right?

You hadn't even heard the door open when he walked in. You were completely naked, only covered by your underwear. You jumped in surprise when you felt Seishu's hand, rough from working in the shop, grab your own softly. He turned you to face him, his green eyes silently scanning your body.

Your face flushed as he raised your arm slightly, as if he was examining your body.

"Even more beautiful than I imagined," he said softly, hesitantly reaching out to touch the skin of your waist. You shyly looked away, leaning into his touch as you shared this new level of intimacy. "Wanna see more of you," he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.

𝙽𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊

Being Takemichi's cousin fucking sucked.

You had no idea how it happened, but you had become wound up in your cousin's time travel. You honestly didn't understand most of it. All you knew is that his future and your present, was constantly shifting and you remembered every bit of it.

The only consistent thing you knew was Naoto Tachibana.

In every changing timeline, Naoto was there. There for your cousin and for you.

Which is how you found yourself within the detective's small apartment. You didn't understand it, but he said with the current timeline, it would be safer for you to stay with him. You currently stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, wearing an extra pair of his shorts and your bra. You tried to figure out how you had gotten yourself in this situation. Or better yet, how Takemichi had gotten you in this situation.

You snapped from your trance when you heard the door to the bathroom click. You turned to see as Naoto opened the door, his eyes going suddenly wide as his gaze settled on your topless figure.

"S-sorry," he said, clearing his throat a bit and turning to the side, an obvious blush on his cheeks. "You were taking a while. I was worried."

You couldn't help but smile softly at his show of worry. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed a crush on the younger man and his worrisome tone made your heart flutter. "I'm okay," you said softly, pulling on his oversized shirt. "I was just thinking about stuff."

"Future stuff?" he asked, finally looking back at you. She somehow looks even better in my clothes, he thought with a small blush.

"Present for us," you chuckled bitterly, looking back at the mirror.

"Right," Naoto nodded. "We could... talk about it when you're done if you'd like."

You smiled back and him and nodded slightly.

𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘

You had always had a crush on Kakucho. Ever since you could remember knowing him you had. And you knew he had a crush on you as well. It was obvious.

You could tell from the way he watched you play in the rain, or how protective he got simply by someone looking at you the wrong way.

What you didn't understand was why he hadn't confessed. It had been years and yet... nothing. Perhaps it was his more shy demeanor when he was with you. Or perhaps it was Izana being your brother.

Whatever it was... you had had enough.

You inhaled deeply as you paced within Kakucho's room. You wore a pair of short shorts and your bra. Remember the plan, you reminded yourself. You had just stumbled into his home trying to get out of the rain. You had to strip and change clothes to try and get warm. He had said you were always welcome so it should work.

You stiffened as you heard the door to Kakucho's bedroom click open. Regrets and thoughts of what could go wrong flooded your mind as he opened the door. As soon as his eyes landed on you, they grew as wide as saucers. His hand stayed glued to the door handle and he stayed frozen in place.

"I can explain-"

"Naked-" Kakucho choked out, his face turning a shade of red you had never seen before.

"What?" you almost wanted to laugh at his response.

"You're naked- in my bedroom," he continued, his grip tightening on the door handle. His free hand went to his crotch. You raised an eyebrow at the action.

"I was just trying to get out of the rain and I remembered that you said I was always welcome-"

"It's not raining," Kakucho stated, his brows furrowing in confusion.

You mentally cursed yourself for forgetting such a critical detail. "Shit," you mumbled, your face flushing. "Look- I'm sorry-" You quickly collected your shirt and went to walk past Kakucho and out the door.

His hand quickly moved to softly grab your upper arm before you could leave, his gaze remaining straight ahead. You looked up at him with wide and hopeful eyes. "Don't tell Izana," he said softly before pulling you into the room and closing the door behind him.

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/735171493771771904

[skystreaka]

Every friend group has… a continuation. 

[allthestuffandeverything]

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Bonten Ran if he's ever pulled over by police, he's just extra like that

[theanimeroom]

NSFW

DREAMING ABOUT…

💎 men who’s cocks are so fucking huge but they have absolutely no idea how to use it. you had somehow gotten yourself in a situation where you had this beauty all to yourself, and you were more than happy to teach him how to split you in two with it.

his hands grip your waist so tightly you’re sure there’s gonna be finger shaped bruises littering your skin in the morning. his mouth is dangerously close to your ear, his breathy moans warming the cartilage until your body is shuddering in his hold. his cock is pressed against your hole, your hand around the base, cunt squeezing around air as you tried to suck him in. with a pained whimper, his hips flexed just slightly, the head of his cock sinking into you.

your voice shattered as the muscles in your thighs tightened, moan tipping over your swollen lips as your head tilted back, clenching down around him. the moment his cock felt the warmth of your cunt, he hissed, fingers digging even tighter into your hip as he bullied himself the rest of the way in. he was big, almost too big for you to take, but you don’t dare tell him to stop. instead, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you force yourself down on him further, the burn eliciting the sluttiest of noises from you, if he had any opinion in the matter.

you’d bounce on him a few times, needing time adjust to the size before letting him have free reign. you rocked back until you felt him hit that little bundle of nerves inside of you, opting instead to release him while trying to hold the position you were in.

the moment you handed over control though? he seized your hips, holding you still as his drilled his cock into your pussy. your voice came out in broken whines, his tip reaching places you didn’t even know existed. your moans mixed with his as he focused on prodding that soft spot inside you, the deep arch of your back only forcing him deeper inside of you.

he stayed close to you, chest pressed against your skin as he let out the foulest of noises. his lips kissed and sucks at every part of you he could find, refusing to leave a single spot untouched. his hands were no better, sliding between groping the globes on your chest, to yanking you onto his cock by your hips, to threading his hands in your hair to see how pretty you looked while fucked out on his cock.

he refused to admit that the expression on his face was comparable to the one you were making right now.

he’d spew shit that didn’t make any sense, his brain muddied and left useless. his voice was light and airy from the endless gasps flowing from him, a string of curses littered in between.

“fuck…you’re so warm baby,” “could sit inside you forever, oh my god,” “mfph, you’re so tight, i can’t even move,”

“you’re just too big, you dumbass,”

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