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eempyreall · 17 days ago

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♪ 𝑂𝑟 𝑁𝑎ℎ 𝑏𝑦 𝑇𝑦 𝐷𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎 $𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑓𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑛𝑑 ＆ 𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 ♪

༺ Headcanons ༻

Headcanon ~ Tokyo Revengers (Separate) x Female Reader

Summary ~ Smut scenes with some of the guys.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Ryuguji Ken, Mitsuya Takashi, Baji Keisuke, Hanemiya Kazutora, Matsuno Chifuyu, Kawata Brothers, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma, Kokonoi Hajime, Inui Seishu, Kurokawa Izana, Kakucho, Haitani Brothers, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Sano Shinichiro, Akashi Takeomi, and Imaushi Wakasa

Extra Notes ~ *Some will be darker than others but not nearly as dark as I usually write. Also, the Haitani brothers, Kawata brothers, and Kokonoi and Inui are going to be duos.

*Guess who my favorite character is. I have a few but try to name my top one or two. :)

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦：

Mikey has you sitting on his lap with his fingers wrapped around the underside of your thighs. He holds your legs up as his thick, lengthy cock is still, plunged deep within the walls of your vagina as you both lean back against the headboard.

“Is this what you want?” His deep voice whispers into your ear as he lifts his hips slightly.

His eyes are heavy-lidded as he peeked through his eyelashes, blonde strands flat against his face from the sweat beading through his skin. He releases a breathy groan as he feels your pussy clench around him, his own girth pulsating, swollen and wet as he adjusted himself.

You accidentally let a grunt slip from your lips as your hips twitched, the clamping of your vagina walls caused the head of his cock to rub against your g-spot with each muscle movement.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, the warmth in your abdomen building as your head dropped backwards.

“You’re so fucking dirty. Squeezing around me like that,” he said with his voice eerily calm. His grip tightened around your thighs.

Your hips twitch as you feel the cock pulsing inside of you. Your pussy continues to clench around the cock as he holds you in place.

“M—Mikey, I can’t hold out anymore,” you sobbed.

He didn’t respond as he propped his knees higher before thrusting into you.

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𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛：

The beast pistons his hips against your bottom as your upper body lay curved against the bed, his broad figure leaning over your form as one of his hands is flat against the bed.

“Goddamn,” he grunts as he thrusts into you harder. He chuckled as he eyed the side of your face, his eyes narrowed with sweat streaming down his forehead. “I’m fucking you that good, huh?”

Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head as you lie your face on your crossed arms. Your lips are apart as you feel his cock stretch your vaginal walls.

He groaned when he felt you clench around him, an extra wad of gushing moisture leaking out of you as you orgasm with a loud sob.

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𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎：

His tongue glides against your nipple as he holds your breast—his cock sliding into you slowly as his other hand holds one of your legs upright. He gazed at you through slanted eyes as you met his thrusts.

“You’re taking me in so well, Y/n,” he moaned, leaning forward to rest into the nook of your neck.

You can’t speak because of the passionate plunges that leave you leaking and quivering against his body. He pulled back as he smirked down at you, accelerating his pace as his bangs and lilac strands flap against his skin.

“That feel good for you?” He moaned as he hovered over you with one hand planted by your head and the other still holding onto your leg. His head dropped forward as he bit his lip, his thrusts becoming harder.

“Fuck, Takashi,” you whimpered as your head fell back. You both groaned at the sound of the impact of wet skin-on-skin contact as he fucked you.

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𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑖：

Half of your body is leaning on the bed while your feet are on the ground. Baji is resting his upper body on your back as his length viciously slides in-and-out of your pussy.

“Damn,” he breathed, his arms circling around your waist tightly as he lay on your back. “Your pussy is so fucking good, Y/n,” he groaned.

You moaned as you felt the sweat intensify on your back. His thrusts are deep with momentum and your legs are trembling from weakness. If it wasn’t for the bed, you would have fallen out seconds ago.

You feel him bite your side as he brings himself to orgasm.

“B—Baji, pull out!” You exclaim when you feel his cock pulse inside of you. You are not on birth control at the moment, and he did not put on a condom. It was risky, but you couldn’t deny his seduction as much as you tried.

He couldn’t care less if you ended up pregnant with his child. Then you’d be tied to him for a long time.

“Hehe, you’re gonna take all this cum,” he smirked against your skin before speeding his pace.

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𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑎：

You both were on the bed as you sat on top of him, rolling your hips on his cock that penetrated you. His grip on your hips is tight as he guides you along with his thrusts. He had his bottom lip caught between his teeth and a red hue crossing over his face.

His eyes were teary as he gazed at you from below. His staring was so intense that you tried to look away, only for him to reach for your jaw to force your attention back on him.

“How could you ever leave me, huh? Who else could fuck you like this?” His voice almost bordered a whisper as he pulled your face closer to his own.

Your eyebrows are furrowed as tears stream down your face—the head of his cock grinding against your g-spot has you clenching him tightly as a leak of cum dribbles down his girth.

You had broken up with him because you suspected him of cheating on you—something that he has done in the past. Everytime you try to leave him, despite whatever reason, he never leaves you alone. He’ll stalk you, threaten you, and he’s even tried to baby-trap you a couple of times.

In this case, he manipulated you with tears and promises that he may or may not keep.

“Who else would love you like I do, baby? Nobody could ever love you more than me,” he breathed before pulling you into a heated kiss. You both moaned into each others’ mouths as he thrust into you harder.

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𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢：

“Fuck,” he hissed as you rode him in reverse. His hands are gripping your ass as he guides you against his thrusts. “That’s so fucking good, Y/n,” he groaned.

Your vaginal walls suck him deeper as he eyed the creamy build up oozing on his cock. His eyes are heavy-lidded as he bites his lip. There’s a red hue on his face as his black bangs flap against his head.

Both of you are moving so hard that you feel every beat to your g-spot.

Suddenly, you were caught off guard as he grasped your sides, pushing you onto all fours as he reattached his cock to your inner walls. You groaned as he snatched your hips, thrusting harder and faster as he hovered above you.

“Yeah, that’s fucking good, babe,” he moaned as he smacked your ass.

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𝑁𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑦𝑎 ＆ 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎：

“Make sure you don’t hurt her too much, Smiley,” Souya said as he caressed your head, his cock deep into your throat as you gagged.

Your body rocks against the man behind you as he enthusiastically fucks into you with his hands grasping your thighs.

“You tell me that while you make her choke on your dick,” Nahoya chuckled as he accelerated his pace, a wide grin on his expression.

You whimpered as you bobbed your head against the slicked cock inside of your mouth. Saliva and semen slide down your chin as Nahoya curses from your pussy clamping around his girth.

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖：

“There you go,” he says as he guides your head to take his cock all the way into your mouth. “Look at me.”

When you shift your gaze to him, you can see the lust circling through his glasses. His eyes are sharp, piercing down at you. For a moment, his head dropped backwards, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Your eyes squint when the head of his cock reaches the back of your throat. His hand held you in place as he lifted his hips. He released a grunt before pulling back and thrusting himself into you with more force.

Tears prick your eyes as he fucks your mouth. You feel pain forming on your knees from kneeling on the hard surface for too long. You tightened your lips around his cock as he grinds against your mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “That’s good. Just like that.”

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𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎：

Hanma’s golden irises bore into you as his tattooed hands hold your thighs apart. His tongue flicks your clit before sucking the bud and repeating the motion.

Your hips twitch as you pull against the restraints on your wrists. He pulls back, kissing your clit, before lifting his hand to his mouth. He slowly sucks the middle finger as he eyed you.

You turn away from the intense look in his eyes before he climbs to hover over you.

“You think I’m gonna let you ignore me?” He smiled as he grasped your jaw with the wet hand. “I only want you to focus on me.”

This time, he brings his middle and index finger to his lips before lathering them with saliva. While he balanced himself over you, he lowered his hand to your vagina.

As he watched your flushed expression, he rubbed against your slit before rolling a finger against your clit. You felt yourself gush out more cum from your pussy as you pulsate against him.

“I went through so much trouble just to get you here. You owe me a kiss,” he said before leaning in and attaching his lips to yours just as he slid both fingers into your pussy.

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𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 ＆ 𝐼𝑛𝑢𝑖：

“You’re being too soft on her, Seishu,” Koko says behind you as he holds your thighs up with gloved hands. “I don’t think little bitches deserve to have their pain eased.”

His thick cock was embedded within the walls of your ass. The lengthy girth stretched you open painfully as Koko shoved himself deeper in you. You grunt in pain as you sob.

“H—Hajime, I’m sorry,” you plead. “I—I won’t disrespect you again.”

“It’s too late for that,” he responded with a sultry tone. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Your body jolts as you feel Inui’s lips press against your clit. He gives teasing little kisses to the swollen bud as he uses a thumb to pull the hood back. He pulled back as he eyed you while sitting upright between your legs.

“You should focus on thanking me instead of apologizing. You know that Koko isn’t very forgiving,” he said lowly with the usual heavy-lidded gaze on his expression. His lips are wet with your juices.

You wince at the nails piercing your thighs. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Kokonoi questioned before biting your earlobe.

“Thank you, Seishu! I—I really appreciate what you do for me!”

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𝐼𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑎：

Your arms are hanging above your head with tight restraints wrapped around your wrists. You are kneeling on the floor, as you ride the vibrator with a flushed expression.

Izana sits in a chair, similar to a throne, as he sits leaning against the palm of his hand. He is fully clothed, unlike you who is completely exposed in front of him. His leg is crossed over as his expression holds a content, mischievous smile.

“That’s right, Y/n. Go faster,” he commanded. “If you keep holding back your moans, you will be punished.”

You comply with his demands as your eyes squint with tears streaming down your face. The look in his eye is hypnotic as he observes you.

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𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜：

“I—I can’t go any longer, Kaku!” You exclaim in pain.

You have already orgasmed four times since your session started. At this point, the cock beating against your g-spot hurts as the feeling makes your clit go numb.

The sheets under you are a stained mess of fluids from the non-stop fucking session. Your head is pulled back against the pillow as you scrunch your nose.

“I know you can handle it, angel. You can take it,” he said with a raspy voice—kissing your ear as his hand is pressing the top of your head.

His other arm is folded under your armpit as his fingers clamp down on your shoulder—his thrusting hard as he fucks you missionary style. He chases his own release as he accelerates his pace.

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𝑅𝑎𝑛 ＆ 𝑅𝑖𝑛：

You feel so full.

You have two thick cocks plunged deep within your inner walls.

“Shit,” Rin hissed. “She’s so fucking tight.”

He’s under you, grasping your body in an almost bone-crushing hold as he gets closer and closer to his own release. His length plunges deep into the slicked hole of your anus, your anal walls gripping him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum soon,” Ran grunts in your opposite ear as he thrusts inside your vagina, his body hovering over you along with his long hair that tickles you.

Your head falls back as you hold onto Ran’s shoulders. You sob loudly as they thrust into you faster. The older brother lifts his head to see that your eyes are rolled in the back of your head and your lips are apart.

“You should see her face, Rin,” Ran breathed a chuckle. “Our slut is taking dick like a pro.”

“Makes sense,” he pants in response. “I wonder if we’ll break her.”

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𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢：

The blonde-haired man has his mask pulled down with a finger as he licks your clit. He eyes your expression with an intense, heavy-lidded gaze as he closes his lips around the bud.

You moan as your head falls back, the weight causing you to pull against the restraints wrapped around your wrists. The feeling of his tongue flicking your clit, along with the slow suckles, feels heavenly as you rock your hips slightly against the feeling.

You feel so exposed as he has you sprawled out and naked while he is fully clothed. His expression is one of deviancy, mischief, and amusement as he sucked your clit.

You feel him remove his mouth as he pulls the mask completely off. He used the index and middle finger of one hand to spread your pussy lips open while pulling the hood that conceals your clit back with his other thumb.

Your body jolts as he blows air against the swollen bud.

“Oh god,” you whimpered as he planted a small, soft kiss to your clit. He followed with another, and another—his lips barely grazing the bud. His blue irises shined through his platinum eyelashes as he stared at you through it all.

“You’re so swollen,” he said, his voice soft. “I can tell that you’re really turned on by this, Y/n.”

He climbed on top of you at a patient pace until he reached your torso, his thumbs caressing the skin of your sides as he eyed you with a flushed face.

“I can help you. I’ll fuck you right now,” he begins as he tilts his head. “Only if you’ll beg for it.”

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𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜：

His hands are grasping your hips as you ride him in the chair. He eyes you with a heavy-lidded gaze as he grunts softly. He lifts his hips to meet yours as you grind against his cock.

You moan as you hold onto his shoulders, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot as both of your thrusts get harder.

He slides his fingers around your neck before pulling you down, both of your heads pressed together as he uses his free hand to grab the cigarette between his lips. You already know the drill—opening your mouth as he blew the smoke in.

He sets the cigarette between your lips, all while eyeing you with a lustful gaze before both of his hands wrap around your ass.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n.”

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𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑖：

You're kneeling on the couch’s cushion while your upper body is flat against its surface. Takeomi has a hand on your ass with one foot propped on the sofa as he thrusts into your pussy.

He brings the cigar to his lips before sucking in a puff as he guides you to take his cock in further.

“A—Akashi, fucking—slow down!” You exclaim from the cushion. He blows the smoke out casually as he continued to fuck into you at his desired pace.

He groaned when your inner walls clenched around his thick length.

“Thought I told you to call me, Takeomi,” he said before leaning his head back, his cock pulsating inside you. “Why should I listen to you when you don’t listen to me?”

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𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎：

“Shit,” he breathed out as he held your head in place, testicles tickling your chin as he stood over your face.

He has one foot on the couch while the other balanced him on the floor. You are sitting up half way as the head of his cock rests snug on your throat.

His heavy-lidded eyes stare down at you while you gag against his hold. You shut your eyes tightly, only for him to yank you back. You cough as saliva and semen run down your chin.

“I didn’t say you could look away,” he said with a flat tone. Your hands reach his thighs as he forces your mouth back around his cock.

He grunts as he forces you to bob your head against him while standing over you.

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iadoremik3y · 10 months ago

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YANDERE IZANA BE LIKE

EMMA: what do you mean izana is mental?

Y/N: I mean he’s insane, your whole family is.

MIKEY: how so?

Y/n: hes like a dog and wants to give me his findings, so like a dog would give there bone to there owner, he gives me his enemies heads.

SHINICHIRO: what?

Y/N: no cause, he will smile and be all happy about it to, you people seem to think this is some great gift.

MIKEY: you cannot be for real!

Y/N: yeah but atleast i say thank you to izana when he gives me some guys arm, you shits are so rude.

SHINICHIRO: how?

MIKEY: wth do you mean rude?

Y/n: I respect you guys loads, so cause idk what to do with the things he gives me, I keep em in the boxes he gives me in, and leave em outside your house, you never say thank you to me, how rude.

SHINICHIRO: …

MIKEY: …

EMMA: THAT WAS YOU?!?!??

Y/N: Yeah! But no thank you.

MIKEY: YOU OEFT DEAD BODY PARTS OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE AND EXPECT US TO SAY THANK YOU????

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m4nj1r0s · 1 year ago

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Slightly!Yandere Shinichiro general headcannons

Note: I went off-track a little with cute moments 😭

- SIMP. You’ve probably heard it 100 times, so let me be the 101st, he is a SIMP.

- Has your picture as his lock screen and Home Screen, has a polaroid of you two in the back of his CLEAR phone case, another polaroid in his wallet and a framed picture of the two of you in his shop.

- Looks at you with love-hearts in his eyes whenever you’re talking. It could be about the economical state of the world and he’d still listen intently just because you’re the one saying it.

- Everyone says he doesn’t have any skills with girls, which is true, but he is genuine and that’s already better than the majority of men.

- Will hug and kiss you in front of his friends because he literally does not care what they think. They’ll all probably groan and tell him it’s gross.

- Has accidentally blown a puff of smoke in your face from a cigarette and when you started to cough he panicked. Got you a cute teddy bear to say sorry though.

- Has your skincare and makeup routine memorized, and products. This man knows your shade and the brand you use for foundation and concealer. Always stocks it up for you when he sees you’re running low. Loves to watch you apply skincare and makeup and will get flustered if you ask him to put it on for you.

- Is always so gentle with you. He hasn’t hurt you, and won’t ever. Not even accidentally. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him!

- Benkei and Takeomi give him bad girl advice. Wakasa knows better but he’s never around when the other two give Shinichiro advice… When he tries it with you, he gets genuinely shocked when you tell him you don’t like whatever he tried.

- One time, he asked you if you were on your period because you were mad at him, and when you asked him why the hell he would ask that, he replied “Takeomi told me that you’d think I was attentive and knowledgeable about women’s hormones if I asked you!!”

- They’re probably the reason he doesn’t get girls tbh

- But he has you, he doesn’t need anyone else.

- He does get jealous super easily. He doesn’t even know how he pulled you in the first place, but he WON’T lose you.

- Has and will use his connections from the Black Dragons to beat anyone who tries to get with you. He’s not going to get his hands dirty (probably because he doesn’t know how to) if he has people to do it for him.

- Celebrates every little milestone in your relationship. Expects you to remember as well. Like, what do you mean you forgot this is the anniversary of the first time he fed you?!

- Dreams of a nice, domestic life with you in the future whenever he sees you with Emma and Mikey. He wants 4 kids and a nice house by his grandpa’s dojo.

- Mikey and Emma LOVE you. You’re their big sister now! Especially Emma. It’s hard for her in an all male household, so you’re her rock when it comes to things her brothers and grandpa don’t understand.

- Emma loves to do girl things with you, like face-masks, doing nails and gossiping about boys you guys like. Although it’s only really Emma who talks about boys she likes, since she’ll get grossed out if you talk about Shinichiro in a romantic manner. That’s her stupid, goofy older brother after all..

- Mikey is constantly asking you if Shinichiro is paying you to pretend to be his girlfriend because you’re wayyyyy out of his league! Shinichiro is a bland 4 and you’re a 10!!

- Mikey and Emma definitely crash your guys’ dates sometimes. Especially if you guys are going on a picnic or to the mall.

- Grandpa Sano likes you as well, you’re keeping Shinichiro from getting into trouble and being a goof. Although, most of that is just how he is.

- Mikey definitely introduces you to Draken as his big sister. And Draken probably sees you as his big sister too, you guys probably do have cute moments.

- One time, you saw Draken sat on a bench on his own and you took him to the convenience store and got him candy to cheer him up and talk about why he was looking down. Mikey joined you guys half-way through with a bag of dorayaki (no, he did not share).

- All in all, you guys are a cute ass couple and the kids all look up to you two.

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cheesus-doodles · 29 days ago

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Ringing in the New Year with Toman

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Had this cute idea about writing some small New Year Eve scenarios but this massive writer’s block got me good ;w; it’s a bit late but i’m glad to have gotten this done! more to come in a bit

“Stuff it! I already called dibs!”

Kazutora, however, wasn’t having it, his leg shooting out to connect with the back of Mikey’s side as the duo-colored hair delinquent attempted to dislodge the other. “No! I got here first!”

You simply sighed, returning apologetic looks to the disapproving and wary glances your little group was receiving from the surrounding crowd, your kimono sleeve hitching as you reached to rub the back of your neck. The stars that usually blanketed the night sky were unfortunately covered behind a rolling group of clouds, though that was the last thing on your mind at the moment, you spotting from the corner of your eye Baji starting to fidget, his amber gaze eyeing the squabbling pair of delinquents still latched onto either of your arms.

You couldn’t even say for sure what they were bickering about, but knowing your three boys, it was probably something mundane.

The red lanterns that lined both sides of the path leading up to the shrine swayed in the gentle breeze, the strong sense of incense wafting down from the censor at the top of the stairs stinging your nose. It was New Year’s Eve, and you had been standing in the frigid air for a good part of the past hour, and it was clear that the constant waiting was getting to your Toman boys, even if it was their idea to do this. Kazutora and Mikey have escalated to butting heads right now, hands tangled in and yanking at each others’ hair, with an amused Draken and Mitsuya egging them on from the sidelines. Pah was more worried about when the food stalls would open.

The piercing stares from the general public were getting unbearable at this point. You checked your watch again, even as you were yanked right, then left, and then right again, the once tranquil night quickly filling with their bickering that kept growing louder and louder. Another half hour to go before midnight. “Guys, this really isn’t the best time,” you attempted to shush the two, as you turned to send a warning glance to Baji, who was right on the verge of jumping in on the action. “Can we decide this later? At home?” Your words fell on deaf ears as expected, with Kazutora and Mikey having escalated to a full-scale brawl in public, with punches to the face and kicks flying in every which direction.

It was right about then that Draken and Mitsuya changed their minds from instigators to interveners - and you could only be partially sure that it was from your polite request that got through to them and not due to the fact that you barely dodged a leg being swung your way. “Hey!” The Toman Vice President snapped, his arms swiping to catch Mikey in the chest, while the Second Division Captain stamped his foot horizontally and straight into Kauztora’s waist, effectively separating the two from tearing each other apart. “I said to stop it!”

He said to stop it? Well, you were sure it was you who proposed the idea, but whatever worked.

Baji however, in his misguided attempt to ‘help’, looped one arm through yours, the black-haired boy puffing up his chest as he announced loudly: “You shitheads don’t have to fight because I’ll be ringing the suzu bell with her.”

Oh so that’s what they were fighting about.

Instantly, you could see the veins throbbing in the foreheads of every Toman founder present (save Pah), as four pairs of eyes turned to lock onto Baji like clockwork. One second passed. Then two. Everyone in the line including you held their breaths, scared to be the one to ignite the leaking gasoline. Too little too late however, and as the silent bell went off, Toman’s First Division Captain thankfully freed you from his grip as the other delinquents lunged for him, with what remained of the sanctity of shrine grounds forgotten in the tussle that ensued.

The crowd around your group shuffled a little further, eager to give the brawling boys as much space as possible. You didn’t think your face could turn another redder under the judging stares. Instead you turned your back on them, determined to pretend as much as possible that you weren’t a part of their silly fights, huffing slightly as you did so. It was almost the new year for crying out loud, couldn’t they behave just this time?

But then you looked at your group of friends now sprawled across the floor and yanking at each other’s hakamas, and your eyes softened as you failed to bite back the chuckle that slipped your lips watching them quarrel. You really couldn’t ask for better friends than them.

Thankfully for you, you were truly saved by the bell, with the line beginning to shuffle forward as your watch reached midnight. In the distance, the sound of fireworks lighting up the night sky ushered in what you hoped would be another great year in the company of your friends. Though that didn’t mean you would be waiting for the five delinquents to finish their fight. You simply stepped forward with the moving line, slowly but surely leaving the Toman founders behind, still engrossed in their arguments.

Boys, honestly.

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baby-tini · 6 months ago

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Out of all the tr boys that you write for, which ones do you think have a nylon/stockings fetish?

Bonten!Mikey and Manila!Mikey really like nylon stockings, they both find them very sexy and there's an erotic appeal to them, also Manila!Mikey simply just likes too rip them open... and fishnets. Hanma also quite likes them, he finds them too be very sexy and again, he also likes too rip them, Ran too now that I'm thinking about it. You'll have too consistently buy new pairs with Manila!Mikey, Ran and Hanma around. Shinichiro, Hakkai and Chifuyu though, they're very careful when they take them off of you and they're very precise, it's also one of the easiest ways too get them all shy and soft. Sanzu only likes the lace/fishnet ones though, he likes running his nails over them and using his teeth too rip them open. Kokonoi likes how classy they look on you and of them.

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youatemylollipop · 2 years ago

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I really really liked the way you wrote those yandere headcanons! Could you write some more but with Shinichiro and Wakasa?

A/N: I think this post makes it pretty obvious that I’m simping for Wakasa hardcore!😳

Ft: Imaushi Wakasa & Sano Shinichiro (Tokyo Revengers).

Part One: Hanagaki Takemichi, Ryūguji Ken & Sano Manjirō ➵ Tokyo Revengers

Part Two: Kokonoi Hajime & Kurokawa Izana ➵ Tokyo Revengers

⚠️ WARNING: Yandere, possessiveness, obsession, dependency, violence, kidnapping, delusional behavior, slightly suggestive on Wakasa’s part, stalking, manipulation & overprotectiveness.

Imaushi Wakasa

➵ Wakasa's demeanor is quite indifferent towards his darling and the world around him, which often makes him blend in seamlessly. Despite his obsession with his darling, he doesn't show any strong emotions or become visibly upset when things don't go his way.

➵ He is a keen observer and pays close attention to his darling's every move from afar. He notices even the smallest changes in their behavior and daily routine, which helps him plan his next move accordingly.

➵ Wakasa doesn't befriend just anyone, and it takes a lot to gain his trust and interest. He only reaches out to his darling when his obsession with them starts to grow, and he believes that they are worthy of his time and attention.

➵ Wakasa's tactics to isolate his darling from their friends involve spreading malicious rumors about them, making others believe that his darling is a bad influence or is involved in illegal activities. He sees this as a necessary step to protect his darling from negative influences.

➵ If Wakasa's efforts to isolate his darling fail, he is not afraid to resort to violence to remove any perceived threats. He sees this as a necessary step to protect his darling from harm and ensure their safety.

➵ He has unwavering faith in his darling, believing that they can do no wrong. Even if his darling admits to committing a serious crime, he refuses to believe that they could be capable of such actions.

➵ Wakasa's actions to isolate his darling are done in such a way that his darling remains unaware of his involvement. His darling only sees him as a loyal friend and confidant, unaware of the lengths he goes to protect and control their relationship.

➵ Wakasa is a master of manipulation and can subtly influence his darling's thoughts and actions without them realizing it. He knows how to push their buttons and make them believe that his ideas and opinions are their own.

➵ Wakasa has high standards and expectations for his darling and strives to make them the best they can be. He sees their flaws as opportunities for improvement and will go to great lengths to help them achieve their full potential.

➵ Wakasa's love for his darling is all-consuming, and he will do anything to protect them from harm. He sees himself as their guardian angel, always watching over them and ready to intervene if necessary.

➵ His actions are always part of a long-term plan, and he thinks several steps ahead. He carefully considers every move he makes and the potential consequences, ensuring that his actions always align with his ultimate goal of protecting and controlling his darling.

➵ Despite his intense feelings for his darling, Wakasa remains emotionally detached and rarely shows any vulnerability. He sees his emotions as a weakness that could be used against him and keeps them hidden beneath a calm and collected exterior.

➵ Wakasa sees himself as the only person capable of saving his darling from the world and its dangers. He sees his obsession as a noble and selfless act, believing that he is the only one who truly understands and cares for his darling.

➵ While Wakasa's actions seem to stem from a desire to protect his darling, there may be deeper, hidden motivations at play. He may be seeking validation, control, or even a sense of ownership over his darling.

Wakasa was observing your figure silently as you continued to doodle something in your notebook. You weren’t drawing anything in particular, just some random hearts and smileys here and there.

But the male wasn’t too focused on that. Instead, he was watching the expression adoring your features. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, pink tongue peeking out from between your lips. You looked so adorable in that moment, Wakasa had to restrain himself from pinching your cheeks.

Then you looked up at him, arching an eyebrow in a silent question. The male sent you a lazy smirk, lilac eyes containing a hint of mischief that caused a small giggle to escape your lips.

“Do you want to ditch?”

A shudder ran down your spine as you felt his hot breath fanning against your skin, a not so subtle blush dusting your cheeks. He had mouthed those words so quietly, you wouldn’t have been able to hear them, had he not gotten so close to you—mouth practically touching your exposed neck.

“Waka,” you whispered to him in a warning tone. Though the male seemed to be the least bit threatened by it, simply arching an eyebrow as if he was challenging you. Then you felt his hand rubbing your thigh sensually and tried swatting it away, only for him to start off where he had been previously interrupted.

You shot him a glare as you felt his hand trailing your thigh, but the male wasn’t looking at you anymore, bored lilac eyes staring ahead. Pursing your lips you ripped off a small piece of paper before scribbling something on it. This earned you a curious look from the otherwise always bored male.

“Promise?”

You blushed, facing the other direction so he couldn’t see your red face, which was futile since there was no way Wakasa wouldn’t be able to notice. Of course he would, there had never even gone a single day without him watching you. Whether he was close beside you, or somewhere in the distance, did not matter.

Too flustered to pronounce a word, you simply nodded, eyes shadowed by your bangs. In response, the male squeezed your thigh gently before removing his hand.

A subtle sensation of ownership slowly began to envelope his senses. You were just too pure and fragile for this dark and toxic world. Too innocent. It had only been a matter of time before those rotten pests would finally realize how much better you were than them.

…They never stood a chance to begin with.

Sano Shinichiro

➵ Shinichiro is the kind of yandere who believes in love at first sight, and that's exactly what happened when he laid eyes on his darling for the first time. He was instantly infatuated and couldn't resist the urge to be with them.

➵ Although he kidnaps his darling, Shinichiro doesn't do it to harm them in any way. He just wants to keep them close and protect them from any potential threats. He knows that his actions are extreme, but he genuinely believes that it's the only way to keep his beloved safe.

➵ Shinichiro is severely delusional, thinking that he and his darling are the perfect match for each other. He sees no one else in the world that could make his darling as happy as he can.

➵ Despite his delusions, Shinichiro is not manipulative. He never tries to force his darling to do anything they don't want to do. He respects their boundaries and always asks for their consent before doing anything.

➵ Shinichiro is extremely protective of his darling, and he will become violent if anyone poses a threat to them. However, he will never physically harm his darling, no matter how angry he gets.

➵ He truly believes that his darling is deeply in love with him, just as he is with them. He sees their every action as a sign of their love, even if it's something as simple as a smile or a nod.

➵ Shinichiro is very clingy and affectionate with his darling. He loves to hold them close and shower them with kisses and compliments. He wants to make them feel loved and appreciated every second of every day.

➵ Despite his clinginess, Shinichiro is still mindful of his darling's boundaries. He knows when they need space and will give it to them without hesitation.

➵ Shinichiro is very attentive to his darling's needs. He always makes sure they have everything they need, whether it's food, water, or a warm blanket. He wants them to feel comfortable and cared for at all times.

➵ He has a habit of talking to himself when he's alone with his darling. He'll often say things like, "We're so perfect together," or "I'll never let anyone hurt you." It's his way of reinforcing his delusions and reminding himself of how much he loves his darling.

➵ Shinichiro is very possessive of his darling, but not in a creepy or controlling way. He just wants to be the only one who can make them happy.

➵ Shinichiro is not afraid to show his emotions around his darling. He's not the type of yandere who tries to hide his feelings or put up a tough exterior. He wants his darling to know how much he loves them and how much they mean to him.

➵ He has a certain innocence about him. He sees the world through the eyes of a romantic, which is why his delusions are so extreme. He truly believes that he and his darling are meant to be together forever.

➵ Shinichiro’s love for his darling is unconditional. He would do anything to make them happy, even if it means sacrificing his own happiness. He just wants to see them smile and know that they're loved.

A sudden gasp escaped your cold, almost numb lips as you covered your mouth on pure instinct before walking over to the beat-up male. Without paying much thought, you cupped his cheek gently as a bruise slowly began to bloom on the pale skin. His bottom lip had been busted, small droplets of blood trailing down.

Mouth opening and closing like a fish as you tried to form a coherent sentence, but no words seemed to come out. Sensing your growing worry the male simply let out a laugh, “There’s no need to worry, I’ve taken beatings far worse than this.”

You eyed him skeptically, guilt gnawing at the back of your throat. Fully aware that it had been your carelessness that had put this boy in danger.

Shaking your head, you spoke timidly, “Thank you for saving me Sano-kun, I don’t know what would have happened to me, had you not interfered.”

Onyx eyes widened at the mention of his name, a subtle blush coating his cheeks. Your voice was like a silent melody, delicate and beautiful as it evaporated in the cold air. It was even prettier up close.

“So, you recognized me?” He said, a laugh following his question as he rubbed his neck sheepishly. You smiled softly at the boy’s awkwardness, finding it exceptionally cute. There was just something very endearing about it.

Then his expression suddenly went serious. “But you won’t have to worry about those bastards anymore,” he said, gaze holding a sort of firmness that made you feel grounded. The male didn’t elaborate further on the subject, shoving his bruised knuckles into his jean’s pockets.

Instead of pressing him on the matter, you simply nodded. Perhaps that was a pretty careless thing for you to do, but at the time, you didn’t think much about it. Neither did you second guess yourself when you accepted his suggestion to give you a ride home.

It was only when you entered your house that a small hint of unease began creeping in. You leaned your back against the hard and sturdy wooden door, pressing your lips into a firm line as you recalled your conversation. You never remembered telling him the address…

…So how did he know where you lived?

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reiners-milkbiddies · 1 year ago

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Let me know what y’all think, it would be my first anime related tattoo so I’m excited ! Thinking of getting it around next weekend so please help ya girl out !

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macsimagines · 16 days ago

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YANDERE!SHINICHIRO SANO ONE NIGHT STAND

ok so here it is. I hope it's ok I'm kinda iffy about it let me know what you all think!! this is worst timeline btw!!!

MINORS DNIWARNINGS: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, ONE NIGHT STAND, SPANKING AND DRINKING

You had no idea what you were even doing with your life. Late at night, in a run down jazz bar, you found yourself sitting on a stool sipping a cocktail all by yourself.

The piano on stage skillfully played a tune that was just pleasant enough for you to feel yourself to start to ease slightly. Maybe the drinks and bar itself weren't anything special, but at least there was music.

"Tastes like shit," a somber voice says to your side. You look over your shoulder and your eyes meet a dark pair. Two onyx eyes that seemed to only reflect abyss.

Maybe on a different day you would have just ignored him, but tonight? You were feeling brave.

"What's wrong with it?" you inquire, suddenly finding the stranger fascinating. Dark eyes, dark hair, dark soul. You think you may have a type.

His eyes barely lift from his glass, a dark liquid swirling with his ice, "It's bitter." He answer plainly. Maybe his monotone response should make you reconsider trying to spark a connection...but something about his voice...

"It's... bourbon, right? You should've gotten a cocktail if you wanted something sweeter," you purr, pushing your own glass toward him, "Wanna taste mine?"

Finally, his eyes fully meet yours and something in the way that they analyze you has a shiver running across your skin. He's handsome, pretty even, and you find yourself feeling just a little hot under his intense stare.

A slow smirk tugs at his lips. There's the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he's sliding his hand, purposefully brushing your fingertips, and taking the glass from you. Your eyes never break contact as he brings the glass to his lips, his tongue licking at the sugar coated rim first.

You can feel your thighs clench at the erotic image this stranger makes. Something inside of you aching with a sudden need. "Well?" you say, scooting in closer, "Better?"

"Dunno," the man says leaning in closer, "I'm in the mood for somethin' much sweeter." You feel a rough hand come up and firmly squeeze your thigh.

Maybe its the alcohol, the atmosphere, or those gorgeous void like eyes of his, but you find yourself checking into a hotel with that stranger. Yes. Stranger.

His name doesn't matter, what he does for a living or why he's in this part of town. The only thing that matters is how good his hands feel around your throat and inside your aching pussy.

You don't care about all his tattoos or the fact that their was a danger slowly growing in those perfect eyes of his. A strange sort of obsession?

Tonight, you don't fight. When his hand cracks down hard against your ass, you moan and beg for more. When he makes you kiss him and devours every sound you try to make. And not even when he's plunging deep into you and pounding like a man going for broke.

As you start to see stars and get light headed, you allow this man, a man whose name you didn't even care to know, to have his sick and depraved way with you.

"Be my good-girl," he purrs a rough hand coming to wrap around your neck, "Stick out your tongue for me." You end up mindlessly doing as he says, so eager to please. And your pussy clenches and flutters around his thick girth when he meets it with his own.

Shamefully, you're just moaning when you fill him cum inside you, loving the feeling. And finally the man stops his constant praise of 'Good girl, perfect woman, mine so fucking mine,' to look you in the eyes again.

There's something different about them. Almost child like and wide. There is the smallest light in them and through the haze of your orgasm you swear there was something else...

But you're so spent and exhausted that you end up passing out in his arms. You're sure it won't matter in the morning, either one of you will be gone. Right?

You're surprised to find him still sleeping soundly next to you. You can't believe your good luck when you find he was as beautiful as you had remembered him being. The pleasant soreness of your body also told you that the sex hadn't just been the greatest wet dream of your life.

Its a shame you have to go. You two might actually be compatible, but something like that just didn't work out for you. Maybe if things were different... No. You won't let yourself fall for some stranger.

You're trying to get yourself dressed and out the door as quietly as possible but something is grabbing your wrist and pulling you back-! Right into someone's solid chest.

"Quit makin' all th'racket," he slurs, nose rubbing into your neck, "Lay back down with me, baby."

Embarrassment flushes your cheeks and his soft touches remind you of everything from the night before. Fuck you want to stay for another round- or 3 -but you really needed to leave. So you try to push back.

"S-Sorry for waking you. I'll be out in just a second. I'll leave my half of the bill-!"

"You're not fucking going anywhere, Y/N."

Ice quickly runs down your spine. You're very sure you didn't tell him your name. You were supposed to be nameless strangers after all.

You turn to glare at him seeing that he has his phone open. "I had a friend of mine do some diggin' on you after you passed out last night." He tells you calmly. Like he didn't just admit to doing a creepy back ground check on you.

"Let go of me." You demand fighting back harder, "I want to go home!"

This man only smirks from where he sits on the bed his eyes having gone back to being cold and dead. "You brought me back into the light, baby. I'm your home now."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere shinichiro sano #yandere shinichiro #shinichiro sano #shinichiro sano smut

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sucka4pain · 1 year ago

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𝐹𝐸𝐸𝐿 𝑁𝑂𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺!♡︎

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒! 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑥 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Pronoluge.

𝐍𝗼𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝗼𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝗼𝐮

0:01 ❍─────── 2:42

↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

❝𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢...❞

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: It all broke her. Her first relationship which was really toxic and her parents. She used to be so bright and happy. But, it all changed once she got into her very first relationship and when her parents got into debt. Her parents sent her to get into working despite only being in high school. It all nearly killed her. Her mind broke, causing her to go numb and feel nothing, almost like a doll. She felt like a doll, a toy someone could play with and then throw away when they were not satisfied anymore. Her expressionless demeanor and dull eyes gave it away that she was done with it all. She didn’t believe in love or anything that involves emotion. It was all drained from her, leaving her empty.

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ, ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ~

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs/ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs:

ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴍᴀɪʟ

sʜ/sᴇʟғ-ʜᴀʀᴍ

ᴀʙᴜsᴇ (ᴠᴇʀʙᴀʟ, ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ)

ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ

ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ

sᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ

ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

ɪɴᴛʀᴜsɪᴠᴇ/ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

sᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴀʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs

sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ

ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ

ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

(This series is inspired by feel nothing by the plot in you that I’ve been listening to on repeat😭)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

More chapters coming soon…

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: @reiners-milkbiddies, @melou008 @0ffth3rec0rd.

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kissesforsatoru · 2 years ago

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You know those tiktok pranks or irl moments where car dealers charge unreasonable price for things like oil change or wash?

I can see you getting charged with an unreasonable amount and I wanna say…Yan Shin calls and you mention this on the call- watch Shin drive up to the dealer SO QUICK man is cannonly the fastest racer HE WILL BE THERE LESS THEN 3 SECONDS to drag you away demand a refund (more like threaten for a refund) and do it for you for free for your car

- 🌑

first of all shin would be so offended that you didn’t come to him in the first place 😭

but of course, if you call him complaining about car maintenance expenses then best know he’s demanding where you’re at and he’s hauling his ass very angrily over there because he will not let anyone take advantage of his clueless little darling, especially not in an area he’s passionate about.

he’s demanding a refund and an apology and he will refuse to leave until he gets one out of the shady person that did this to you. and he’s smart about it, he’s angry duh, but he’s not gonna make a huge scene so he won’t get kicked out. he’ll patiently, but very firmly, demand a refund or he’ll threaten to take legal action because no way is it legal to be scamming people out of their money like this, but especially not his darling.

then after all that’s settled he’s making damn sure you don’t go to anyone else but him from then on. he doesn’t care that you feel like you’re “exploiting” him, he’s willing to do anything for you and in exchange (willingly or not) he gets to have you as his cute little lover.

#𓏲 msg received 𓂃 💌#𓏲 anon 𓂃 🌑#yandere #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokrev #yandere shinichirou x reader #yandere shinichiro #yandere shinichiro sano #yandere shinichiro sano x reader

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missuniversequeen · 2 years ago

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Here some Tokyo revengers meme to cure y'all depression ;) pt.1 credit to the righteous owner

#tokyo manji gang #manjiro sano #yandere shinichiro x reader #emma sano #kurokawa izana #takemichi hanagaki x reader #tumblr memes

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eempyreall · 9 days ago

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♪ 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝐴𝑋 𝑓𝑡. 𝐿𝑖𝑙 𝑈𝑧𝑖 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑡 ♪

༺ Headcanons ༻

Headcanons ~ Tokyo Revengers (Separate) x Female Reader

Summary ~ Scenes where the guys crash out on you—yandere style

Extra Notes ~*Duos: The Haitani brothers, Kawata brothers, BajiTora, KisaHanma, KokoNui, IzaKakucho, and WakaNichiro. The men are not romantically together in this.

*It gets way more unhinged as the characters go. Like way darker.

*I didn’t realize how hard I’d fuck with the Kawata brothers scene. The BajiTora one too. 😩

*Obviously the Sanzu one is my favorite since he’s my favorite but it’s lowkey funny af, like he totally would do some shit like that. I might want to make a longer version of that one.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦：

You’re leaving me?” Mikey gave a breathless chuckle in response to your back turned to him. His arms rested on his lap as he sat on the couch in your living room.

Your attention circled back to him as your fingers fiddled with the ends of your top. “Manjiro, I just need some space.”

His blonde hair swayed slightly as he tilted his head. “Space from me?”

You could feel the pit in your stomach as your heart thumped against your chest. You knew Mikey had always been unpredictable, but you had never seen him like this.

His gaze was sharp, the dark irises piercing into you as the color drained from his face. The undersides of his eyes were dark, and a frown tugged at his lips.

Although this moment wasn’t expected, you had noticed a change in his behavior before this situation occurred. He started leaving your texts on read, distancing himself, going quiet, and acting like someone else—someone who contrasted his usual lighthearted demeanor. It was unnerving.

Your problem with him has always been communication. So, finally exhausted from the confusing behavior, you decided to end things. You thought he would’ve been okay with it, but you were dead wrong.

Before you could register any movement, he had you pinned against the front door, the palms of his hands grasping your cheeks tightly as you reach for his wrists.

“M—Manjiro! Get off of me, now!” You were intimidated by the look on his face.

“Don’t do that,” his voice lowered just above a whisper as he switched to gripping the sleeves of your shoulders, his head dropping to your neck. “You can’t leave me, Y/n. It’s not fair.”

What you hadn’t realized was that during the time Mikey was distant, he had been testing you—testing your loyalty, seeing if you cared, and waiting to see if you would keep trying. He wanted you to prove that you loved him—that you wouldn’t leave him. He needed you to.

“I thought you wanted this!” You exclaimed, tears pricking your eyes as you gripped his chest. “You’re so confusing, Mikey. I don’t know what else to do!”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, his lips trailing up your neck before he pulled back to look you dead in the eyes. “It’s alright. I know you love me. I love you too.”

“I know that you could never leave me, right? You just did it because you were desperate for my attention, yeah?” he cooed, meeting your foreheads.

You nodded in response.

You hated the way he made you feel crazy.

“Say it. Prove your love for me. Prove to me that you won’t leave me,” his voice was still low as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears.

“I love you, Mikey. I won’t ever leave you.”

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𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛：

Draken isn’t the type to lose himself when it comes to relationships. He carries himself with a sense of control and steadiness that others don’t seem to acquire.

You, with a crush on this man for years, decided to finally let it go. He never returned your calls, never returned the same energy you had given him, and always acted nonchalant. You couldn’t hate him for it, considering you thought that maybe he just wasn’t interested.

Draken wasn’t blind. He could feel the energy shift as soon as it began. He noticed how your gaze no longer lingered on him. He noticed the lack of notifications from you on his phone. You used to light up when he was around—using any excuse to talk to him, even just to be near him. Now? You barely spared him a glance.

It wasn’t until he noticed the familiar mannerisms being played out when you got closer with another guy—the way you would laugh at his jokes, the way you were always near the other man.

It pissed him off in a way he couldn’t explain.

Draken had never considered himself a jealous person. He wasn’t insecure, and he wasn’t the kind of person who needed attention. But seeing your change in behavior shift from him to someone else caused rage to bubble in his stomach.

He couldn’t stop himself when he saw you talking to one of your friends, not even in a romantic sense. He just couldn’t stand how nonchalant you were acting.

“Tch. Didn’t know you were the type to move on so fast.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at the man standing beside you, interrupting the conversation you were having with the male, who scurried off at Draken’s glare.

“What the hell are you talking abo—?” You began before getting cut off by him leaning closer to you, his hand placed on your shoulder.

“Figured you’d at least say somethin’ before acting like I don’t exist. What’s with your attitude lately, huh?” His eyes narrowed as his tone dropped.

Your eyebrows furrowed in response as you crossed your arms. “Really? Now you have something to say when I finally get tired of your nonchalant act,” you responded with a sigh. “I tried to pursue you for years, bro. You never noticed and you never cared—.”

“Bullshit,” he hissed, causing you to jolt back at his harsh tone. It was uncharacteristic of him to lash out. You’d never seen him so pressed. Especially by you.

“You don’t know shit about what I noticed or cared about,” he said as he leaned closer to you.

Your eyes were wide as you stared at the frustrated man. You didn’t know how to react when he was acting so intensely. You were so used to the lack of attention before that receiving this behavior now was throwing you off. You forced yourself to hold your ground, regaining your composure.

“Then why didn’t you do anything about it? You treated me so coldly, like you didn’t care. You expect me to believe you now?”

His jaw clenched, though his expression softened. “Thought you’d be better off. I didn’t want you to get caught up in my shit,” he began. “But it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t care what you believe. I’ll be damned if I let your ass run off with some other guy.”

The fingers on your shoulder trailed down to your wrist, wrapping around the limb before tightening his grip. His dark eyes stayed on you as he pulled back with a calmer expression.

“Y—you don’t get to decide that. You’re too late—,” you tried to fight back, but he only scoffed as he cut you off.

“The hell I am,” he muttered before releasing you. “You’re not over me. You know who you belong to. I dare you to try and prove me wrong,” he said before leaving you with your own thoughts.

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𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎：

Mitsuya is the best friend any woman could have. He was always a thoughtful, patient man who never acted on impulse. He was a man who acted with precision in a calculated manner. He was a very giving person who had used his experience in life to become the perfect nurturer.

You had known him for years as the most reliable best friend you’d ever had. You felt lucky to have met someone so generous and protective. Whether it was his constant check-ins or the way he would drop everything for you—regardless of you telling him not to—he was always there for you.

But lately, something was off about the way he looked at you. Even the way his words came off seemed more condescending. He was still the same guy, but you’d noticed the extra glances—the way his smile grew more fabricated when others came around. When it came to other guys, even his advice seemed more biased and judgmental.

You decided to ignore it. You could never see him in a negative light, and you refused to. That is, until now.

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” he said in that soft but calculated tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You blinked in confusion. “What’s up?”

“I’m talking to you now. Alone,” he said, his tone dropping as you watched his gaze switch to irritation.

The guy you were talking to sensed the tension and quickly excused himself. Mitsuya’s gaze didn’t waver from yours as his hand rested on your shoulder, leading you a little further away from the festival.

“Takashi, what’s going on?” you asked, concern dripping from your tone.

“You and that guy… You’ve been so friendly with him lately,” he said, his tone light, but there was an undertone.

You sighed and placed your hands on your hips.

“We were just talking,” you began. “I’m not interested in him.”

He chuckled. “Talking? Alright, but you’re just so open with people, y’know? Too trusting. This is what makes you so vulnerable, and I have to come save you from bastards.”

You didn’t return the giggle, staring at him blankly instead.

“I can take care of myself, Mitsuya,” you said, irritation creeping into your voice. You saw his smile slightly crack, though he didn’t allow it to completely falter.

“I know that you’re frustrated, but you know I have to take care of you, Y/n. Otherwise, who else will?” He shrugged.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your arms crossed. “You’re being weird as fuck right now. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. J—just back off a little, alright?”

Your tone softened at the end. After all, you didn’t want to hurt your best friend’s feelings. You still cared about him.

When you tried to walk away, your forearm was snatched tightly until you were pulled into a chest. You looked at Mitsuya with wide eyes as disdain filled his gaze. He was no longer smiling, and a shadow looming over his eyes.

“I don’t give a shit about what you say. I’m the only person you can rely on, and you’ve proven that throughout our friendship. I take care of what’s mine,” his voice carried an undertone of a growl, his tone dropping octaves. “Don’t forget that.”

Then, he released you, giving you another look before walking away, leaving you to process his words while you rubbed the lingering pain on your arm.

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𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑖 ＆ 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑎：

The alley smelled of rust and filth, the scent of fresh blood thick in the air. Ragged breaths and gasps escaped from the man whose face was barely recognizable as he choked on his own blood. His head was pressed against the wet pavement as Baji's fists slammed into his face repeatedly.

You could only watch and scream from afar, horror and disgust written all over your expression. You tried to push past Kazutora, shoving at his shoulders, but he remained unmoving. Instead, he grasped your biceps and pulled you forward, the residue of blood from his own brutal beating smearing against your skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” Kazutora questioned, his voice calm, though irritation laced his expression. “This is your fault. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to us.”

Your fists beat against his chest as you struggled to yank yourself from his hold, only for his grip to tighten painfully.

“Is this how you're gonna act every time I date someone new? We're not fucking together anymore! I don't belong to either one of you! Stop acting like you own me!”

“You still don't get it, do you?” Kazutora released a breathless chuckle of amusement as he gazed at you. “It's not up to you. It hasn't been since the day we met.”

Behind him, Baji lifted himself from the unconscious man, his breaths heavy, fists dripping with fresh crimson. Blood splattered his face, streaking across his jacket. Crimson stained his teeth from the one punch the man managed to land, but a grin stretched across his lips as he glared down at the nearly lifeless victim. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck before his wild eyes snapped to you.

Kazutora released you just as Baji's hand wrapped around your throat, yanking you forward.

“I don't give a fuck about what you think,” he growled, his grip firm as his lips curled, sharp canines glistening with blood. “You belong to us, and I'll prove it like this every time.”

“No, I don't, Baji!” you exclaimed, grabbing at his wrist. “You both need serious fucking help!”

Despite the fear twisting inside you as you stared at the murderous intent in your exes' eyes, you were angry at their audacity.

Baji allowed you to pry his fingers off before you shoved yourself away from him. You stumbled back, gaze shifting to the barely breathing man.

You moved forward to check on him, but Kazutora blocked your path.

You glared at him before looking toward the limp man.

“I—I’m gonna get you some help!” Your voice trembled as you turned and ran. You would've called the police, but Kazutora still has your phone.

“Should we let her get away?” the golden-eyed male asked his friend.

Baji chuckled. ”Yeah... For now,” he murmured, voice slightly raspy as he wiped his sleeve across his sweaty face, only to smear more crimson.

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𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢：

“Chifuyu, please,” you beg, pulling against the ropes digging into the skin of your wrists and ankles as you lie on the bed. “Let me go.”

He sits on the bed beside your torso, gazing at you with his elbows resting on his lap. His expression is calm as he shifts upright.

“You know I can’t do that, Y/n,” he says simply. “I’m doing everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Your eyebrows furrow as pure rage burns through you at his statement, the pain from the restraints and the hours you’ve spent in this position only making it worse.

“Safe from what? You’re the one holding me fucking hostage!”

Chifuyu sighs, rubbing his fingers against his temple before reaching out to brush his thumb against your wet cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Freaking out isn’t gonna help. I don’t expect you to understand.” His tone is like that of someone consoling a child, which only pisses you off further.

“Understand? I understand that you’re fucking crazy! You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”

His soft expression hardens, his eyes piercing into yours.

“You’re proving my point. For as long as I think I can’t trust you, you’re staying here.”

Your breathing becomes ragged as you fight against the restraints harshly, ignoring the pain they cause. More tears fall freely, heat rushing to your face as anger and resentment boil over.

“You can’t do this to me! This isn’t love, Chifuyu! This is some kind of twisted fucking obsession! What is wrong with you?!” You can’t hold back any longer. You’ve been playing nice for a while, but it’s finally getting to you.

Chifuyu huffs as he stands from his position and turns to you. His hand grabs your jaw as he leans over, your noses almost touching.

“I’m only doing this because I love you,” he says, his tone sharp with frustration and offense. “If you can’t see that, then you can just get the fuck over it.”

Your body tenses under his grip before he sighs and releases you. He walks to the doorway but turns back before leaving.

“I’ll come back when you’re ready to talk like an adult.”

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𝑁𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑦𝑎 ＆ 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎：

Your hands tremble as you hug your knees to your chest. Your breaths are shallow as you gaze with wide eyes at the display of all the bloodied bodies of your male coworkers. Their limbs are disfigured with some of the bodies twitching while others are completely still. The few remaining coworkers and customers are hiding in the corners of the building, too terrified to move or say anything.

Nahoya stands next to you as he stares at the carnage. A wide grin is painted across his face as he eyes the destruction as if it is the most amusing thing in the world. However, there is a dark undertone to his gaze.

He crouched to your level, resting his elbows on his knees as he turned towards you, causing you to flinch in response.

“That really hurt, y’know,” he said, his tone light and casual. “You broke up with us, and that sucked…but we were willing to give you space. Thought you’d come back on your own.”

His head tilted as your breaths grew slightly harsher. “But then we come visit you at your work, and see you laughing it up with some shithead.”

Your lips part to respond, but nothing comes out. You are speechless. You didn’t expect any of this to happen. The conversation between you and the coworker was completely innocent. You were just joking about a shitty customer. Clearly, that doesn’t matter.

Nahoya’s fingers twitched as he waited for your response. When he realized you weren’t going to speak, he continued. “Now, me? I was pissed,” he said, smile stretching wider. “But Souya? He took it worse.”

As if on cue, Souya’s heavy steps filtered the eerily silent room as he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes. Blood is smeared across his cheeks and drips from his fingers as the crimson leaves a trail behind him. He stops when his shoes are in front of you.

“Come on,” he begins, his voice rough. “Let’s go.”

You stared up at him in horror, examining the stains of your coworkers' blood splattered all over him. You wondered if some of them were even still breathing.

“S—Souya…” you stuttered. Your throat is dry and raspy as your hands shake. You flinch as Souya scoops you up before placing you on Nahoya’s back.

“Guess we’re back together now, huh?” Nahoya mused as he locked arms around your legs as you held onto his shoulders. “You’ve had enough space, anyway.”

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖 ＆ 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎：

The atmosphere of the dimly lit room is suffocating. Sweat beads against your body, your clothes sticking to your skin as your wrists remain strapped above you. Hanma's head pokes through your arms, his lazy smirk resting inches from your head as you hang from his neck. His arms are loosely wrapped around your waist, his legs curling yours underneath his against the chair.

Kisaki crouches in front of you, his eyes fixated on the fresh cuts carved into your thighs by his pocket knife. Slowly, he brushes the padding of his gloved thumb against the crimson substance, smearing it against your skin as he presses against one of the wounds. You flinch, tears streaming down your face.

“Such a mess,” he murmurs. “If you had just listened, none of this would've been necessary.”

Hanma chuckles behind you, tilting his head to watch Kisaki tracing over your cuts. “She's a stubborn one, huh?” he muses. “Almost like she likes to be punished.”

Your breath hitches in response. “N-no, I don't! This is—!”

“Nah, nah, don't lie,” he purrs, his grip tightening around your waist. “Otherwise, why the hell would you keep running?”

Kisaki's eyes flick to yours, cold behind his glasses.

“That's what I don't get,” he says as he lifts the bloody knife, gliding his fingers against the blade. “You have everything you need with us, and yet you still tried to leave.”

His gloved, blood-streaked hand reaches for your jaw as he leans in.

“I'm sick of this shit. If you run again, I'll put a bullet in your leg. You won’t even have the option to run, again—ever.”

Hanma whistles lowly. “Damn, that's brutal,” he chuckles, his fingers trailing up your bloody thigh. “Guess that means you're staying right here with us, huh? Don't wanna get paralyzed, no?”

Your breathing is ragged, the pain in your thighs radiating, your chest tightening. Your head falls forward as Kisaki releases you.

You want to fight back. You want to scream. But you've learned the hard way where that gets you. This isn't the first time they've harmed you for going against their wishes. You're lucky to even be alive at this point.

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𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 ＆ 𝐼𝑛𝑢𝑖：

Your back slammed against the floor, pain shooting through your spine as Kokonoi hovered over you. His hands were tight around your wrists, pressing them against your chest.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, his voice eerily calm despite the fury in his eyes. "I give you everything—money, protection, my fucking heart—and you have the audacity to try and leave with this tool?”

A pit formed in your stomach as you shifted your gaze to Inui, who stood to the side, wiping his bloodied knuckles with a cloth. The man you had tried to escape with wasn't moving anymore.

“H-how could you kill him?” Your voice was hoarse and shaky.

Inui's cold gaze stared down at you. “How could you try to abandon us?”

Tears streamed down your face as your gaze turned back to Kokonoi. He lowered his head until his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closing.

“Don't look at me like that,” he murmured. “Not when you've brought this on yourself.”

“You're insane,” you sniffed. “Both of you.”

“That's rich,” Kokonoi chuckled as he pulled back, eyelids low. “Coming from someone who thought this little escape plan would work. Did it feel good to use someone else to your advantage, Y/n?”

Your breath hitched. “It wasn't like that, and you know that! I was in lo—!”

Kokonoi stuck the needle that Inui handed him into your neck, the tranquilizer's substance sinking deep into your skin. Your eyes began to flutter close as they both stare down at you.

“We’ll talk about this when you wake up.”

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𝐼𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑎 ＆ 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜：

You were stupid.

The fact that you thought you could confide in your escape plan to Kakucho, of all people, was insane.

It isn't that simple, though, is it?

Kakucho has always been your safe space. He was the one person you believed wouldn't hurt you. When things got tough with Izana, he'd be there to catch you—to save you from the punishment. It seemed as though he didn't agree with the way things were with Izana, so you thought he was on your side.

You hadn't realized how much of an enabler Kakucho truly was. You hadn't realized it was all an act—just to get you vulnerable enough to trust him. You thought he genuinely cared, that he genuinely wanted to see you free.

You were wrong.

Now, you're kneeling on the cold ground, your wrists cuffed behind your back. Slashes, gashes, and bruises litter your naked body. Blood stains the floor beneath you as you take ragged breaths.

Your gaze shifts from the floor to the man standing beside Izana's throne-like chair. “I hate you for this. You betraye—.”

Izana's chuckle cuts you off. “Don't blame him. You should've known how all this would play out, stupid girl.” He crosses one leg over the other, his elbows resting against the arms of the chair.

Kakucho's gaze is cold as he stares at your form. “I don't expect you to understand, Y/n. This is where you belong.”

Your eyes widen at the statement, contradicting everything he's told you up until this point. How could he lie like that?

“He did you a favor,” Izana says as he stands from his seat, walking toward you in a slow stride until he's right in front of you. “If you ran, I would've had to kill you.”

He crouches down, his eerie gaze boring into you, elbows resting against his knees. “I won't allow you to live without me.”

He reaches out, his thumb gliding against the sweaty skin of your chin. He smirks as you yank your face away, your gaze falling back to the floor.

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𝑅𝑎𝑛 ＆ 𝑅𝑖𝑛：

How were you supposed to know that the random guy at the bar was flirting with you? It wasn't like you were egging him on or even flirting back. You hadn't even noticed—if that was really happening at all.

Even so, why would the Haitani brothers be this mad? Why would they have you in such a position? You're not even together. You never have been. They're just your roommates. You didn't even know they were in the same bar when it happened.

Ran twirls his baton lazily between his fingers, a smirk playing on his lips. “After everything we've done for you, this is how you repay us?” His voice is lighthearted and teasing, like he's scolding a child.

Behind you, Rin sits with you on his lap, his arms wrapped around your frame in a near bone-crushing grip. You feel his breath against your neck. “Didn't take you for such a slut, Y/n.”

“That's because I'm not! You assholes are just fucking crazy!” you exclaim. “Why do you even care, huh? We're not together.” Your hands struggle to pry Rin's arms off you, but it's useless.

Ran hums, unimpressed. “I don't like your attitude.”

Without warning, he swings the baton, the end cracking against your thigh. A sharp jolt of pain shoots through your leg as you cry out, thrashing in Rin's hold while tears spill down your face. The skin of your thigh immediately tears at impact, crimson seeping through.

Rin's arms tighten further as Ran strikes again, sending you into an agony-filled frenzy. You beg and plead, desperately trying to free yourself, but Rin only holds you tighter.

Ran leans closer, pressing the end of the baton under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Hurts, doesn't it?” His smile widens, something dark lurking behind it.

“W-Well, what do you want me to do? I-l can't help it if some guy flirts with me!” you exclaim, your vision blurring as pain radiates through your leg.

“It's simple, really. Stop talking to him,” Ran says as he straightens up. “Or else you'll take the hits that were meant for him.”

Truth be told, they already killed him.

But you don't need to know that.

As far as you're aware, you chose to take the punishment in his place—out of pity for the innocent man. It doesn't matter, anyway. They'll do whatever it takes to make sure you learn your place.

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𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢：

Sanzu isn’t like other men.

There's something inherently wrong with him. The way he smiles, the way he laughs to himself when nothing has been said. Even the way his fingers twitch, like he's yearning for violence.

“I had a dream,” Sanzu murmurs, slowly turning his katana in his hands, the blade glinting under the dim light. “That you died.”

You tense, kneeling on the floor in front of where he sits on the couch. It's tradition—ever since he abducted you. Your hands rest in your lap as you look up at him with a slightly fearful gaze. You know better than to make any sudden movements. To do anything that could make him see you as a threat.

He loves you. In his own sick, twisted way. If he could, he'd bathe himself in your blood, cut your skin open, and crawl inside without killing you.

“I woke up pissed,” he continues, his voice eerily soft.

“Pissed that someone thought they could take you away from me. Pissed that I wasn't there to stop it.” He tilts his head, blue eyes shining beneath the pink of his lashes. ”Pissed that I didn't do it myself.”

A heavy pit settles in your stomach. “That's not funny, Haruchiyo.”

His lips curl in amusement.

Suddenly, he leans forward, pressing the edge of the katana under your chin, tilting your head up. The cold steel against your skin sends goosebumps up your arms as your heartbeat pounds against your chest.

“You make me crazy, y'know?” His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. “I’d burn the whole world down for you. I’d slice the heads off of every fucking man on this earth for you.” He pauses. “But I think I'd rather kill you off before you're taken from me.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. Just staring at each other in heavy silence.

Then, he pulls back, crossing one leg over the other with a light laugh. Setting the katana down beside him, he pats his lap.

“Come ‘ere.”

He exhales through his nose when you hesitate, giving you an unimpressed look. Without warning, he grabs your arm and yanks you forward, forcing you to straddle his lap.

His hands settle on your waist, his gaze unreadable. “Tell me you love me.” His thumb grazes your cheek. “I better believe it.”

“I love you, Haruchiyo.”

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𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 ＆ 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎：

Burning tobacco fumes fill the air of the dark room as Shinichiro sits on the couch, his gaze calm as he watches you enter the apartment. Despite the stoic gaze, you could see his jaw clenching from afar, exhaling smoke through his nose.

His friend, Wakasa, sits on the chair across from the couch as he chews on the dango stick. He’s relaxed in his seat as his elbows rest against the arms of the chair.

“Sit.”

Shinichiro’s voice is low and authoritative. The cigarette hangs in the air between his fingers as his elbow rests on the arm of the couch. His eyes narrow as he takes another long drag from the stick.

You hesitantly step forward, walking to the couch as you take a seat beside him. Your knees are pressed together as your heart thumps against your chest wildly. You haven’t seen Shinichiro this mad in a while. Despite him being a lighthearted guy, his anger is heavy.

“You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” His voice rises slightly as the air becomes suffocating.

“Know what, Shini? I don’t know what you mean,” you respond with confusion. You don’t understand what the issue is.

“Waka told me about you cheating on me,” Shinichiro said as he took another drag of the cigarette. “He caught you all up on some guy the other night. Is that why you’ve been so distant? Am I not enough for you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as your gaze shot to Wakasa, the friend who always tries to make you look bad. You had never expected him to just come out and lie like this. His heavy-lidded gaze doesn’t bother to meet yours as his fingers wrap around the stick hanging from his lips.

“What the fuck?! Shinichiro, I’ve never, ever cheated on you in my life!” You exclaim. “How could you believe that I would ever do that to you?”

“Told you, Shinichiro. Should’ve kept her on a tighter leash,” he says casually as a smirk grows on his expression.

“You dirty bastard!” You gasp as you move to stand from your seat, only for Shinichiro to snatch your wrist and pull you closer to him.

“Waka’s right, Y/n. I’ve been too lenient with you. You need to learn who you belong to, and I’m gonna make sure you know it,” he growled, disdain filling his gaze.

“S—Shini, you’ve gotta believe me! He’s lying! He’s always had it out for me,” you whine, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “You can’t be serious right now.”

Hands grasp your face as thumbs brush against the tears streaming down your cheeks. Shinichiro’s gaze softened as the cigarette hung from his lips.

The plan was so smooth.

It was ridiculously easy.

They just needed a reason to hold a tighter grip on you without you asking any questions. If you think that Shinichiro thinks you cheated, then you’ll have no problem proving your loyalty to him by not doing the things you normally do without him.

Without them.

Now that Wakasa will be more involved in the relationship by watching over you as a way to make sure you’re not doing anything you’re not supposed to, they’ve both gotten exactly what they want. And you fell right into the trap.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I forgive you, but you’ll have to prove to me and Wakasa that you’ll be a good girlfriend. You’ll have to build our trust again.”

Despite knowing that you had done nothing wrong, you still couldn’t shake the slight guilt of your boyfriend even looking at you differently, so you accepted his conditions.

“Be a little nicer to Waka, won’t you? He just cares,” Shinichiro says as he gives you a gentle smile.

You sniff as you nod in submission, knowing that you really didn’t have a choice since his friend is always going to be there.

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𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑖：

“Takeomi—what the hell? Let go!”

Your wrist throbbed in pain under his tight grip as he dragged you through the crowd, stopping when you finally reached the outer side of the building.

That guy—the one who was all over you tonight at the club. He was running his mouth, acting like he knew you. Takeomi had been watching the entire time as you let that guy wrap an arm around your shoulders, his cigar burning between his fingers as his jaw clenched.

You made him lose it.

“You think this is some kinda fuckin' joke?” His voice is low as his grip tightens more. You yelp as you try to pry his fingers off of you. “You don't get it, do you?”

“Let me fucking go! It hurts!” you exclaim as you finally yank yourself away from his grip, gently holding your own wrist as you eye him with disdain.

“What's your fucking problem, Akashi?! You're insane!”

Takeomi releases a humorless chuckle as he shakes his head. “You're insane for thinking you can just let some asshole touch what's mine.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “We're not even together! I'm not you-!”

“You are,” he growled as he stepped forward, all in your space as your chest almost pressed against him. “I don't give a fuck what you think this is. Fuck buddies, friends, whatever. As soon as my cock made it into your mouth, you became mine.”

“Akashi…” you trailed off, speechless at his words.

It's so confusing because he's the one that said he didn't want to label anything. You don't understand why he's acting like you're both dating.

He exhaled as he took a step back, his expression slightly softening though irritation still lingers. “I’m not askin' you to understand. I'm telling you how this is gonna go.”

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