#thirst hours for baji !

[ninapi]

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*＊✿❀ Bewitched ❀✿＊*

Premise: Prince Keisuke was known to be a troublesome lad, often bringing problems to the queen herself. In an attempt to tame the wild prince, the queen calls for a powerful witch to aid him with his cause, hoping to put an end to this quest sooner. What she didn't count on was love being what he needed most.

Word Count: 2875

Chapter 4: The Witch and the King

The definition of a steamy night would depend on who lived it.

A soft heartwarming hug while sharing a hot beverage was an accurate definition of one for a wounded soul like Kazutora, a walk under the moonlight holding hands, one for Draken, as for Baji Keisuke, a steamy night involved a lot of kissing, his favorite blanket, hair pulling and less clothing.

But to be fair, he was in no shape to do such a thing. “My prince, you were stabbed less than half an hour ago, we shouldn’t be mghfff…” he just wouldn’t let you even talk, his thirst for those juicy lips of yours have been growing wild since the moment you tried to turn his enemy into a rat. “Shhh (Y/N) just kiss me….that’s an order…” while his tone wasn’t commanding at all, it was clear he was trying to abuse of his power to get what he wanted, which of course would not work with you.

“Keisuke.” that made him shiver, your sweet voice had never taken that tone with him, but he somehow liked it, how improper that sounded, to you he was not the prince, he was just a man, a man that loved you, your man? Or so he wishes to think.

“What…?” he mumbled while keeping your lower lip in between his teeth, his scowl being almost comical.

“I said, not now.” the whine that left his lips could be heard all the way down the hall where Draken guarded Kazutora’s room. He’s never been known as a whiny guy, but you made the real him shine, to an embarrassing degree.

“You dare defy your prince?” while his words were harsh, a rather naughty smirk adorned his handsome face. “No, I worry for my prince’s health, you need to rest and get better soon and I need to go and brew a potion for that to happen. We can continue….this…” you motioned to the mess of limbs and sheets you were currently in while sighing “…when you’re in top condition. Agreed?” 

While he was pouting heavily, he had no choice but to nod at your words, they weren’t a request, and he knew it. Not a single person would survive using such a tone with the crown prince, safe for yourself.

“You are to come to my chambers as soon as the potion is ready, without stopping at the queen’s chambers, nor Kazutora’s. Agreed?” you were already getting yourself detangled from his strong grip, it amazed you how he still had such strength regardless all that went down just now. “Agreed. It won’t be long.” you bent down just a bit before leaving to place a gentle kiss to his forehead, your fingers threading his long hair. “Rest, my beloved prince.”

Saying he was a mess was an understatement, he didn’t know a human being could melt down to a puddle if given enough love. He didn’t even know someone could feel so much out of a simple act as a gentle touch of his hair. Everything you did to him felt like magic, like only you’d be able to achieve such a thing with him. It was inexplicable and utterly intoxicating. He wanted more, more kisses, more of your soft warmth, your delicious natural scent mixed in with some random herbs, more of that soft look you give him. He wanted more, and that was something he never experienced before. He’s always had it all and didn’t even want half of what he had, but this was the first time he really wanted something, someone.

And that was you.

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The prince didn’t take long to regain his strength, your potion did wonders to heal his inner wounds and thanks to the rapid treatment of your healing magic nothing major happened with his health.

The quest was now over, even if Hanma Shuji was still on the run, nobody really cared about him anymore. The mastermind had been captured and sent to exile guarded by ancient spells and highly trained military buffs, Pah-chin and Peh-yan renowned members of the elite were tasked as head of this operation.

And most importantly, Kazutora had been retrieved.

While the prince’s physical wounds had been healed, there was very little you could do to heal those wounds of the heart. He had been betrayed by one of his best friends, not once, but twice. He wanted him dead, wanted his woman to himself, wanted to make the past his present, yet he wanted him out of said picture.

That hurts.

Seeing someone you trust and love wanting you out of their life completely, thinking of you as a disposable part of their life is just…painful…

It took time, but having your support made wonders to his mood though, he was brighter when you were by his side, his friends always making sure he had enough moral support from them as well.

However, they were as torn as he was, specially Mikey.

While Mikey refused to meet Kazutora, Keisuke wanted nothing more than to clear the air as soon as possible. Once he was ready to let go of his grief he decided to visit him, taking you along.

“Kazutora…” he was sitting by the window looking over some sheep in the distance. Even if he was technically being held prisoner, truth is he was very comfortable and had never felt as safe.

“Baji?” his mind was clearer lately, his emotional outbursts more stable. While you were no mind doctor, you did a good job trying to get him back to reality in the softest and most gentle of ways. “Are you sure you should be here?” to this he just nodded, sitting beside him to contemplate the sheep.

By the door Draken and you remained quiet, you both knew your presence might be necessary at some point yet you did want them to have a moment of their own.

“The past won’t come back no matter what we do. We must take ownership of our own decisions and move on supporting those we love and care for in their life choices.” Kazutora remained still, he didn’t like where this was going yet he promised you he’d do his best when the prince finally did come talk to him. “We never pushed you away, you could have been part of the military or could take on a different roll like Mitsuya did, we would have supported you, we would have make you a part of our lives like we did back then. But we can’t run away from change, things can’t stay the same forever. That doesn’t mean we have to part ways, if you want to be a part of what we do, all you had to do is tell us.” 

You were holding onto the door frame for support, Kazutora was doing a fantastic job listening carefully, he didn’t seem to be agitated, but you were on edge, he could lash out at any moment, while the prince wasn’t worried for his own well being, you were for both.

“Are you and (Y/N) a thing?” his question was more unexpected for you than for him, he was certain he’d touch the subject sooner rather than later.

“Why does it matter to you?”

“I’m not the only one who isn’t living in the current timeline, Baji. You are to be king, seems to me you keep forgetting that. Like you said, change can’t be avoided, you will be king soon, you do know what that means right?” while he was saying this with a selfish interest, he was also worried about you getting hurt like he was in the process, you were so kind and selfless, you didn’t belong in this world, very much like he didn’t.

“Means I’ll need a queen.” the gasp that came out of your lips matched Darken’s and Kazutora’s in unison.

“Don’t act so surprised. I’ve never done unnecessary things and I’m not about to start at this age. I am indeed courting her, if that’s your question, and with a serious intent of making her my woman, my queen, to be the mother of the offspring that will carry our legacy to future generations. And I hope you, my friend, will support our union.”

Kazutora was speechless, while he was expecting a fight, he wasn’t expecting it to be this deep and full of raw love. He did care for you, liked you even, he dreamed of living in a small cottage in your forest and visit you daily; but he had never gone as far as to think of marriage or the prospect of bringing offspring to this world. 

“Is that what she wants? To be tied to the implications of having royal blood? Because to me she looks like a free spirit who would hate fancy parties and socializing.” that made Baji chuckle, this conversation was turning softer and to a more familiar tone as time went by.

“Oh she’ll hate it for sure. But I treat my girl right. She has her greenhouse here in the castle and she can have all she wants, she’s very good at demanding things. Why do you think she kept coming to see you after all that happened? I had to hear her yell at me for about an hour saying all the good things she could accomplish regarding your overall health if she was allowed in your chambers…I had to say yes, she was driving me insane.” both chuckled together like the good old friends they were.

Seemed like no fight would come, seemed like everything would be just fine.

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A few weeks after the altercation, the queen had summoned the royal clothier without the prince’s consent, a rare occurrence to say the least.

“Mitsuya? What are you doing here?” the grin gracing the prince’s features was one you haven’t seen before, it was so warm and full of longing, it made you smile just by seeing it.

“Oh Baji! Hey, your mother requested I brought some gowns and matching outfits for you. How do you feel about a purple cape? I had this idea that’s been eating my brain all morning-

Oh, who’s this?” Mitsuya’s eyes suddenly lit up with your presence, a face he’s never seen before.

“Wait…” his face was suddenly almost pressed to your waist, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist as he examined your body up close.”

“Mitsuya, what the hell are you doing? Get your hands off my girl right this instant-” snarling, Keisuke was pulling Mitsuya away from you as if he was a dangerous wolf.

“Those sizes…” Mitsuya’s mumbling made Keisuke’s cheeks turn bright red, “Just what were you looking at man?” 

“The gowns your mother ordered…I thought it was a bit off, her chest size is quite small compared to what she ordered…The gowns are for her aren’t they?” 

Before anyone could answer the queen herself entered the room, her grandiose aura causing you to bow your head down immediately.

“Of course they are, dear. But aren’t you a rude one? You should never compare girl’s chest sizes, our pride could shatter easily.” 

“Your majesty…” Mitsuya fell to his knees, bowing his head low.

“Get up, silly boy. I shall be queen no more starting tomorrow.”

“What are you talking about, mother?”

“You’re a man now Keisuke. You have what you need to be king, your friends have shown their loyalty to the crown as well as the witch of the forest has shown unconditional love and devotion towards you, the king of this realm. There’s no need for a queen regent anymore.”

There was nothing but silence filling the air as the queen strolled through the multitude of outfits she had requested.

The gowns were fit for a queen and they matched the king’s outfits to perfection, just as she ordered, golden embroidery, rhinestones, silk ribbons.

While you haven’t been formally asked to take on this role, the fact that you continued supporting Keisuke, his decisions and his people, made you a really strong candidate for queen consort. A better option than the far away kingdom princess who just turned seven last spring, that is for sure.

And just like the former king had wished for, his son would take his place the moment he’d become a man, the moment he’d understand what love is and the responsibilities that come with it, he’d be ready to take the crown.

“It’s time for me to retire to the side palace and stop wearing dresses every day. Do it for your mother if nothing else…” even if she was half joking, he could see how tired his mother looked, her fine lines accentuated by the lack of sleep, her features growing old as days went by. He was not a baby anymore, it was his turn to take over, to let his mother get her much desired rest, she was never meant to take on such a load, it was time to lift it from her shoulders.

“My dear witch of the forest. I shall not ask you to stop what you’re best at, on the contrary, I ask you to continue supporting my son, your king, not just as the powerful magic wielder of our kingdom but as woman taking care of her man.” her words were honest and heartfelt, words of a caring loving mother, and they made your face light up like a Christmas tree, bright and red.

“I-I will do my best, your highness.”

“Of course you will. The coronation ceremony will take place as soon as the sun graces our highest hill. Make sure to be there on time, both of you.” and with that she left the room to a speechless bunch.

“Does that mean you’re getting married?” Mitsuya, who was still there was left in awe at the news, “I did not get a wedding dress request. I will need at least a week.”

With boisterous laughter Baji patted Mitsuya’s back, his eyes never leaving yours across the room. “Don’t worry buddy, we still have time for that…I haven’t even asked her out yet…”

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[Time Skip]

The king ordered every remaining Valhalla member to join the army, first handedly trained by the best of the best, Ryuguji Ken, right hand of the head of the army himself in charge of turning them all into men of duty.

Kazutora, instead of joining them, decided to help his majesty the queen consort and tend to her green house. 

Having a queen that was also the most powerful witch in the real made the kingdom the strongest amongst all since now they weren’t just a military powerhouse but an ancestral magic one as well. So the requests for potions and magical objects was in high demand and a source of income for the kingdom, the queen being pregnant with twins was having a hard time fulfilling all the requests and good old Kazutora remained in the castle to take good care of his dear friend and help her with the arts of brewing potions.

“Keisuke…would you please go to work? We have to provide your entire army a crate of healing potions by noon, stop hogging my assistant!” 

“Babe…before he was your assistant, he was my friend, you know that don't you, beautiful?”

“Are you fighting over Kazutora-san again? My king…we must go now…” Chifuyu was trying to drag Baji out of your greenhouse, his horse ready outside the castle for him to ride it towards the neighboring kingdom.

“Chifuyu just take him please, I might end up having the royal babies right now out of stress…”

“WHAT? You feeling sick, baby? I don’t have to go to this thing…I’ll just stay here and make sure you and my children are fine…”

“You don’t have to go to this thing? It’s a banquet in your honor, Keisuke! Get your ass on that horse right now…” your hands were glowing red and he knew well what that meant, without saying anything else he gave your cheek and swollen belly a soft kiss before being escorted out by Chifuyu.

“He’s such a pain, you sure you don’t prefer me? I know how to brew potions now and all~” he was joking but the longing in his tone of voice still tugged at your heartstrings. “Trust me, you don’t wanna deal with him if that were to happen…” giggling together, you spent your day pretty much like any other, brewing potions with Kazutora, tending to your garden, playfully fighting with your husband and listening to Chifuyu nag all day about your swollen ankles and how much you needed to rest.

Being a queen wasn’t easy, being a king wasn’t either. But being a friend, a husband and a wife, a mother and a father, those were more important titles to the two of you.

The Baji dynasty was far from over, a new bright future for the kingdom just began.

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Note: And that's it for this series! 🫧Thank you to all who took time to read it all, I appreciate you 😊❤️ Chifuyu is coming next so hope you stick around!👀

Masterlist Previous Chapter

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #fluff #tokyo rev fluff #baji keisuke #baji x reader #baji x you #tokyo revengers baji #baji fluff #tokyo rev fanfic #baji au #royal au #fantasy au #fantasy romance

[delirious-donna]

HERE'S YPUR BAJI THIRST 🤗 I say, Baji is obsessed with biting your neck 👀

Grrr… yes! He is definitely a biter for sure. Let’s venture below the cut ^^

Warnings: post time-skip Baji (imma be real clear and say this is set in a timeline where he won't die (fingers crossed) and he is of age! This ain't 270 Baji - alright?!)

Amber irises flecked with golden highlights raked your naked body, a palm ghosted from your neck right down to your glistening pussy.

He smirked, impressed with what he considered to be a work of art. A litany of bite marks pepper your skin, a roadmap of exactly where he has been for the past hour.

Purple bruises decorate your throat, the prettiest of necklaces he can think to gift you with.

Impressions of his sharp teeth on your collarbone, dark and deep, almost piercing the fragile skin but not quite.

Your chest is a playground of small marks; nips from his teeth to the sides of your tits, blooming bruises forming on each swell from where his lips have sucked until you whimpered and struggled.

How Baji loved to hear you react, your small whines as he pumped two fingers into your tight cunt whilst marking you as his, crescendoed into outright screams of blissful agony. Your throat raw from the chanting of his name to fall past your lips and the sobs of anguish as you rolled your hips in the hopes of making him stop. Overstimulation making you so sensitive that the tiniest of touches sparked a wildfire in your chest.

The softness of your stomach wobbled, his strong fingers groped at the flesh that you told him over and over that you hated. He didn’t hate it, what he hated was how you viewed yourself, and how you refused to believe him when he told you were beautiful. This was what had caused this particular moment of madness in him. A desire to paint you with his marks.

You were his canvas, but most importantly, you were his muse.

Baji kissed the seam of your thigh, tasting your sweet nectar and letting the scent fill his lungs until only you consumed him - body and soul.

He licked a patch of your skin that was flawless and unmarred. Eyes burning he grinned that wolfish grin that had made you melt from the very beginning and you knew what he intended. You shook your head, barely the strength in your body for the movement but you managed.

“No, no, no.”

It was so cute how you said no but to his ears you meant yes, Baji indulged you a moment as he rested his face on a fist.

“Ready to admit you’re beautiful?” he asked, his voice dripping in warm honeyed tones.

The faint squeak and the palms that lifted to cover your face were all the answer he needed. He sighed, feigned exasperation but was already licking his lips in anticipation.

Open-mouthed kisses smeared along your thigh, his warm tongue lapping back and forth before he struck with the killing blow. Teeth sinking into your supple flesh to your loud wails. Slick coated his fingers that continued to toy with your slit, and he basked in the sensation of placing one final mark.

You were his beautiful girl, and he wanted everyone to know you were his…

#delirious answers #baji x reader #time skip baji #baji thirst #baji smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader

[babiexiao]

baji and kazu being so obsessed with you. you own a little flower store down the street from them, popping in every now and then to give them a new flower to put in their shop for decoration, giving it to them for free cause you're so kind to them. it's then where the two gain this overprotectiveness over you, willing to do anything and everything. they're almost following your every move, borderline stalking, but what you don't know, won't hurt you. they're so open about it too, chatting about how fucking hot you looked the other day while out with your friends. or how stupid that one guy was commenting under your insta pic, laughing at how desperate his comment sounded cause he would never get you. they end up roping pretty little chifuyu into it too after a couple weeks :( and it sort of becomes a little routine. you popping in, giving them a flower and taking a look at all the little kittens and puppies before you have to go back to work. and you always look so pretty, so innocent and kind. they want to fuck you up. and being the gross men they are, they put up a sign saying they're on break, "be back in 20mins!" it says. and they all make their way to the store room. baji opening up your recent insta pic on his phone, and without missing a beat, they've all got their cocks out. all jerking their cocks for you. covering the screen in ribbons upon ribbons of cum. just for you. all because they're obsessed with you <3

#SCREAMING SHITTING CRYING !!!!! #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #kazutora smut #chifuyu smut #baji smut #kazutora hanemiya smut #chifuyu matsuno smut #baji keisuke smut #kazutora x reader #chifuyu x reader #baji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #thirst hours for kazutora ! #thirst hours for chifuyu ! #thirst hours for baji !

[kshira]

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: drunk kazutora? sober kazutora? what’s the difference again?

𝐭𝐰: fem!reader, cursing, mentions of alcohol and smoking, fluffy, angst

𝐰𝐜: 3k

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?

kazutora used to really love parties, he always found something interesting whether it be a drink, lips or hands wrapped around his length, he’d never complain—he wasn’t the life of a raging storm of alcohol, cheap weed or devouring eyes but he’d always go home with something quenching his thirst.

but he wonders why now as he’d been offered everything in the book—it didn’t feel like enough, maybe it was because something wasn’t here right now, the only thing that had been invading his mind for the past weeks. kazutora started to feel like a parent and honestly had grown to feel guilty for not being with koi right now instead of here.

“oh, hey baby daddy” baji smirks, sitting down beside kazutora while he plucks the cigarette from his fingers, lighting the stick within seconds—baji exhales watching kazutora lean against the couch, “she’s not here” he whispers, shrugging his shoulders when kazutora looks over at him.

“probably won’t be either” he adds which makes kazutora slump his body further into the leather material. “doesn’t matter, i’m not looking to get back with her. i just want a good relationship for my daughter's sake” he pulls another cigarette from his pack, pressing it to his lips while he engulfs it with a flame.

“you’re a fucking liar, i see the way you look at her plus dude, you haven’t dated anyone since her” baji replies, exhaling a cloud of smoke, rings glimmering in the light while baji taps the stick to his lips. “yeah well she was my first love, it’s hard to get past that but there’s no fucking way we’d ever work out.”

“yeah true, she fucking hates your guts. when she got back from your house i could tell you really pissed her off, going off about your small dick and how much of a asshole you still are” baji laughs out loud, kazutora deadpans to him, “she saw i was texting someone, the one i’ve been fucking around with. i’ve told ‘em all the time to stop calling me baby and shit, i’ve just been using them to release stress, that’s all.”

baji hums back in agreement, shifting in his seat as he props his legs on the table in front of him, “since she won’t be here, let’s get fucking trashed” baji snickers, holding up a bottle of whiskey and as much as kazutora wants to say no—maybe for some time, he could drink all of his worries away.

but be the way the world works you actually have decided to attend the party, asking your mother to keep koi for the night while you got ready and finally headed towards the party—but koi was being a little dramatic so it put you back almost two hours. since the time was later you figured the party would probably died down by the time you arrived—but you were very much wrong.

chifuyu drunkenly answers the door, slurring nonsense while he stumbles around leading you into the living room, he gives you an upside down cup which you kindly decline while you seek out the intense loud noise. baji and kazutora are battling out at a game of beer pong, you don’t even know how they’re both standing at the massive amount of beer cans on the floor by their feet.

“look at that fuckin’ milf! god, when did you get so fucking hot” baji squeals like a school girl running over to you almost snapping your body in half at the vice grip before he’s already mindlessly running to another helpless soul, kazutora lazily smiles back in a daze while you bring your attention over to him. “who’s winning?” you ask kazutora, he blinks slowly before finally gathering a coherent thought.

“m-me? i can't remember honestly” he hiccups, stumbling back but you catch him with your arm, “you’ve drank a lot probably should slow down before you get sick” you whisper to him and kazutora eyes flicker black, “gonna take care of me, mommy?”

your stomach swirls at the remark, oddly enough it’s nowhere near as hot as you imagined but kazutora is so blitzed out of his mind he won’t remember what you could possibly say, “i don’t know, daddy. think you could do the same for me?”

“mh, don’t start calling me daddy that’ll get me hard” he bluntly laughs in your face, the hairs in your nose almost vanish from the faint smell of liquor traced with beer. baji stomps over upset he’s not getting enough attention while he slumps his arms over you and kazutora.

“i gotta tell you a secret, ma” baji loudly whispers in your ear, he giggles right after when kazutora begins blushing. “tora wants to fuck you o-or he loves you—shit, i can’t remember which one” baji sways on his heels while you look over to kazutora physically trying to wiggle out of baji’s grip and practically hide somewhere—anywhere.

“chifuyu wants to see you kei, why don’t you go see what he wants?” you’d been a mother long enough to know how to distract children—it comes in handy, a lot. baji throws a thumbs up before fumbling away, leaving you and kazutora alone—he’s drunk beyond belief but maybe it could be to your advantage.

“which one is it tora?” you tease him, using the nickname only adds to the heat pouring on kazutora’s face and he quickly covers his cheeks with his palms, “neither, don’t need any of that from you” he mumbles, finding his pack of cigarettes while he begins to light one, “have they always called you daddy in bed? or was it before you took that title to heart?”

kazutora could sober up in pretty tough situations but the whiplash of your voice almost shooting his head off had him drunker by the second. “when they’re begging me to make them cum so probably then, yeah” kazutora spits back, lighting the wrong side of his cigarette he just continues to hold it in his hands.

“oh, so you can make them cum now? i know when you fucked me, i had to do all the work” you’re not backing down, it’s like hate sex with you and kazutora—but there’s no sex involved and it doesn’t really feel that great. “you can be a real bitc—mean person, a really mean person sometimes” kazutora corrects himself, turning his nose up at you.

“oh no, go ahead and call me a bitch. you can’t hurt my feelings anymore, i mean you already knocked me up and left me. what’s there to lose now? your precious three inch cock? mommy and daddy issues? or maybe, just maybe you being a fucking coward? yeah, i’ll pass” you don’t understand why the words keep getting more painful the harder you argue with kazutora but he seems to get the point as he grows quiet.

or maybe it’s because all the alcohol has reached it’s limit and he’s bending down to vomit in the floor, right at your feet as he hurls more and more—literally it’s endless and you watch frozen while kazutora looks up at you with nothing but dead, cold eyes “now i really feel like shit” he whispers, throwing himself down on the couch and you really feel like shit too—with the tears rolling down to your chin while kazutora cries silently.

“why are you so heavy?” you struggle to drag kazutora’s body into chifuyu’s spare bedroom, his head tilting backwards as he clings to your side. “i’m so sorry” kazutora sniffles, tightening his grip when you finally throw him on the bed, causing you to topple over on top of him.

“just like old times, let me eat you out” he groans—kazutora has been splitting his personality ever since you convinced him to lay down. going from crying about anything to flirting with you anyway he could, it really was like a quick blow of emotions on every side.

“i’ll go get you some water and medicine” you gently begin to pull from his body but kazutora grips your wrist tugging you back to him, “everybody keeps saying koi looks like me but i don’t see it. she looks like you, she’s so sweet and kind—so beautiful, just like you” kazutora cups your cheek, bleak eyes boring into you, he leans up on his elbows to get even closer to your face.

he’s going to kiss you—you know that’s what kazutora wants more than anything even as a vulnerable ball of emotions he craves your touch and he wants nothing more than to taste you on his lips—your eyes flutter close when you feel his hot breath fans across your lips, gently kazutora presses a soft kiss against your mouth, another one for safe measures before he finally slips his tongue into your mouth.

“okay that’s enough, you’re drunk” you whisper, reeling your head back from kazutora. he slyly smirks at you, “but we’re just getting started, don’t be like that” he leans back in again, struggling to hold his body up on his wobbly limbs while kazutora searches for your mouth, “i’ve missed you so much” he whimpers, trying to pull you harder on him.

“i never stopped thinking about you, i wanted to make it work so bad. i missed so much of koi’s life, i know nothing about her and i’m supposed to be her dad” kazutora begins crying, thick tears dripping down his cheeks, “i should have been a better person and maybe we’d be together now with our daughter.”

“we can talk about this when you're sober, tora. why don’t you rest now?” you avoid the subject entirely, lifting your body off the bed as you tuck the cover over his body, kazutora weakly claws at your hand. “sleep with me, i just want you to hold me” you want to say no so fucking bad—you shouldn’t add more confusing ideas to this strained relationship but at the end of the day kazutora made you weak.

you slip into the bed with him, kazutora raises his arm up for you to lay on his chest, he hugs you close to his side while you look up at him, “your hair is so long, it’s tickling me” you awkwardly shift in his arms, kazutora laughs lowly before reaching over to pull his hair from your body, catching a glimpse of his toned arms flexing.

“i’m starting to sober up, wanna..?” kazutora grins at you, whining when you try to move away from his arms, “i’m kidding, i’m kidding, this is all i want” kazutora deeply sighs, drifting into a deep sleep before you can even respond back to him.

all of this is so fucked up, backwards thoughts that never make sense but maybe right now where you’re laying in the arms of a person that gave you life but shattered your heart—everything feels normal.

“would you look at that, fuyu?” baji whispers loudly beside his friend, pushing the door open to reveal kazutora sleeping in bed peacefully with a content smile on his face while you laid snuggled up against his chest. “please don’t talk so loud, my head is fucking booming” chifuyu groans rubbing his temples with his fingers.

but chifuyu can’t help but smile watching his friend finally take hold of his destructive life. “you think they fucked?” baji looks over at chifuyu, he shrugs his shoulders before walking towards the kitchen in search of some relief from the growing migraine. “kazutora wouldn’t be sleeping in the bed with someone he’s fucked, usually kicks them right out.”

“yeah but that one person he’s been seeing he’ll sleep in the bed with ‘em” baji begins, following chifuyu towards the kitchen, “do you think tora will keep seeing them?” baji pokes more into kazutora’s life with chifuyu but honestly, keisuke cares about his friend a lot plus he’s kinda nosey.

“i don’t know dude, he’s been seeing them for a while but with a certain someone back in the picture with his daughter i think that’s all he’s going to be thinking about” chifuyu grabs a water bottle from his fridge as he begins to chug it, baji cranes his head back to catch another glimpse of you and kazutora but not before chifuyu slaps his chest.

“good morning” kazutora hoarse voice flutters through your ears, the heat of his chest stirs you awake, he traces your skin with the pads of his fingers, “how long have you been awake?” you yawn looking up at him, “little bit ago, wanted to let you sleep.”

“look at you being considerate” you coo, noticing his cheeks blush a deep red, “y-you know i used to do that when we were younger, i-i’ve always liked holding you while you slept” kazutora stutters out, laying his head on your hair.

“i have to pick up koi from my moms” you sigh, dragging yourself from his arms while kazutora leans up in the bed, “can i go with you?” he questions, nervously fidgeting while you stop to think, “yeah, i'd like that” your smile grows brighter while kazutora jumps from the bed frantically tossing his shirt on.

“so did you two fuck or not?” baji crowds around you and kazutora while you begin to walk out the front door, chifuyu holding the laugh in with his fist. you don’t answer looking over at kazutora who is already shoving himself out the door with his hands covering his face.

“but i don’t want to!” koi whines, kicking her feet in the chair beside kazutora, her broccoli was the only item of food left on her plate and she was at the verge of tears in disgust.

“come on baby, just one bite—please, for mommy?” you beg, holding the fork up to your daughters lips but she jerks away pouting. “what about for daddy, huh angel?” kazutora smiles at his daughter and he thinks he almost has her in the bag while her eyes twinkle for her father but she turns her head away anyways.

you feel your cheeks vibrate warmth at the pet name, how kazutora would always make you flustered with just a single word, “daddy is the best, right momma?” koi grins, leaning over to cling her body on his arm startling kazutora until he softens to pull her in his lap.

“he’s alright” you mumble, pushing strands of hair behind her ear while kazutora leans down to pepper her cheeks with kisses. koi plays with the rings adorned to kazutora’s fingers while he looks at you, “i’m just alright? i wonder if daddy can change your mind?” kazutora mumbles, taking a ring from his finger and giving it to koi, she squeals trying to place the oversized object on her digit.

“bedtime koi, your dad has to leave soon” you avoid his dreamy eyes and rise to your feet gathering the plates while kazutora hoists his daughter on his hip, her head laying softly on his shoulder, “do you have to go, daddy? gonna miss you” she whispers, squirming in his arms to kiss his cheek.

“i-i’ll be back princess, i promise” kazutora sniffles placing a kiss on her forehead, “you can put koi to bed, i'll clean up here” kazutora blushes for the nth time tonight. “thank you” he mouths, taking his daughter up the stairs while she snuggles her face into his neck.

as you begin washing the dishes, you lose track of time while your mind paves old memories and a possible future. you don’t know if you should forgive kazutora fully and let him take the father role for koi but the more you think—could kazutora be in your life as well? fall back in love with him but at what fucking cost?

“hey” you feel two warm arms wrap around your waist, kazutora’s chin resting on your shoulder. “do you need help? already pretty wet” his voice alone makes your cunt clench, dropping the dishes you turn around in kazutora arms, “mh, tora” you whisper out, dipping your head in the crevice of his neck, peppering the skin with your lips.

“i’ve missed you so much” kazutora whimpers, tilting his neck to give you more access to the skin, you pay close attention to his tattoo carved on the flesh, running your tongue along the ink, kazutora melts at your touch, pressing your body harder on him, sucking on his skin till a bruise arises.

you pull back to notice all the hickies on his neck, smirking to yourself that you’d purposely marked him as yours. kazutora greedily begins sliding his fingers at the hem of your pants until the vibrations in his phone break his advances. “probably chifuyu saying he’s here to get me” kazutora groans, rubbing his hips down between your legs.

you can feel the way kazutora touches you, you’re about to give in—begging him to fuck you right where you’d just served him dinner. the phone vibrates again and again till kazutora finally pulls away from you to pull his phone out.

it’s that fucking name again, with that fucking heart attached to it and that alone makes your stomach churn, disgust crawling through your veins while he ignores the call turning back to you. “do you wanna take this to your bedroom?” kazutora whispers, cupping your cheek with one hand.

“i think chifuyu is here” you reply dryly, pulling away from kazutora as you walk to the door, it doesn’t take him long to notice your attitude shifting but he really doesn’t want to question it—only adding fuel to the fire fuming in your body. “i’ll see you around” he weakly smiles at you as kazutora walks by spotting chifuyu’s car parked outside.

he slumps in the passenger seat, dropping his face into his hands while kazutora lets out a long aggravated sigh. “what’s up with you?” chifuyu laughs looking over to him, “one step forward, three steps back” kazutora whispers, looking over to chifuyu with tears forming in the corners of his eyes, “i just want to be happy with her and koi, why is that so fucking hard?”

tagging!! @hoesplay @yukihime-mikeys-girl @rinrinfoxy @zuuki @rizakari @night-shadowblood-writes2 @crown5 @ayariceeee @idkwhybutilikesmut @oikawascutie @renxnana @bxnnyx

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyorev smut #tokrev smut #kazutora smut #kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya smut #kazutora hanemiya x reader #tokyo revengers x you smut

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how they eat you out

ft. mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, mitsuya & takemichi

♡   —   tags/warnings: post timeskip, female reader, oral (receiving, lots of it), overstimulation, fingering, edging, face-sitting, orgasm delay, hair-pulling, tongue-fucking, praising

♡   —   a/n: after the fluff comes the thirst. escribí esto escuchando playlists de tokyo revengers en youtube lmao amo el fandom latinx de tokyo rev

♡   —  masterlist

mikey — sixty-nine king. there’s something that drives him crazy about being able to pleasure you while you’re doing the same with him. either you’re sitting on his face or you’re laying side to side, he doesn’t care as long as he gets to lap his favourite pussy, humming as he does so. his favourite part is when you’re so close to your orgasm that you lose your rhythm, parted lips drooling over his length as you moan his name like a fucking prayer. oh, and he definitely enjoys when your pretty mouth is full of his cock and you desperately moan around it as you come, the vibrations making him follow you down the same path.

draken — the visual lerner. he always has his dark eyes set on yours, keeping track of every sigh, every shiver, every moan that escapes your lips and his tongue explores every inch of your core. he loves to study you, learn what makes you lose control and pathetically whimper for more, what makes you throw your head back with a curse and what makes you press your lovely thighs against his face, shaking as you come down your high. once he’s got all the information he needs, it’s like his tongue was made for your pussy. he makes you come so fast and so hard you are barely able to mumble a complete sentence, the best indicator he has done a good job.

baji — messy. incredibly messy. for him, he’s not properly eating pussy unless half his face is completely drenched in your wetness. he’ll slurp at his heart’s content, making you come one, two many times on his tongue. loves to fill the room with squelching noises, his heart filling with pride because he’s the only one that can get you this wet. nothing is better for baji than for you to cream on his face, letting him know exactly how good he’s making you feel. he always makes sure you know how much you turn him on, his hot breath against your puffed clit as he mutters filthy words only for you to hear.

chifuyu — his favourite place is between your legs. he can and will spend hours on end eating you out, feeling you press your thighs against the sides of his head every time you come. always starts by trailings small, tender kisses all the way from your thighs to your core. he never gets enough of the small whimpers that leave your pretty lips when you’re getting close, and how you always moan his name as you ride out your orgasm against his face. he eats you out for his pleasure and you notice it in the way he groans against your pussy and ruts himself against the sheets. has definitely come just by eating you out before, making a mess on the sheets.

mitsuya — pretty boy likes to take it slow. he will build up your orgasm little by little, his tongue drawing idle circles around your clit. when he senses you’re getting close, he’ll move his lips to your hip, pressing soft kisses until you’re squirming underneath him, begging for him to let you finish. he’ll shush you gently and keep his painfully slow pace, enjoying your whines as he drags his tongue all across your slit. king of edging you until tears are pricking from the corner of your eyes. your orgasms are so intense they have blurred your vision more than once. and of course, he’ll always remind you how much of a good girl you were for him.

takemichi — please, sit on his face. there’s nothing this man wants more than for you to use him however you want to reach your orgasm. ride his face without a second hought, rut yourself over his tongue, his nose-- damn, he just wants to be good to you. he runs his hands from your ass all the way to your thighs, loving how smooth your skin feels under his fingers. he’ll fuck you with his tongue while you grind your clit against his nose until you’re pulling his hair and creaming on his face. if he’s feeling really into it, he’ll use one hand to stroke himself while you pleasure yourself.

#tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #draken x reader #baji x reader #chifuyu x reader #mitsuya x reader #takemichi x reader #sano manjiro #ryuuguji ken #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #mitsuya takashi #hanagaki takemichi #mikey tokyo revengers #draken tokyo revengers #baji tokyo revengers #mitsuya tokyo revengers #chifuyu tokyo revengers #takemichi tokyo revengers

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describe your mutuals and what they remind you of

oh boy okay! i’m still p out of it from last night so i will do my best!! i also did not include all of my mutuals so i’m sorry if i didn’t get to you i still love you lots :(

(this deadass took me almost an hour to do help😭)

@kodzucafe — the absolute love of my life!! she’s the kindest most amazing person ever and a literal angel sent from above (inside and out). they always give the best advice and are just so fun to talk to and i’m in love w her :( very VERY smart and well read and that’s very attractive. i love their love of literature and when she reads poems and bedtime stories :( phenomenal writer!!!!!

reminds me of: over the garden wall (specifically “aw, beans” and “YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL EYES”), warm cookies, gingerbread, and ofc: noya, mochi, denki & shouto <33

@fairyfuyu — my pretty baby honey 🥺 literally the most adorable person on this earth. she’s so fucking sweet and gorgeous and makes me so happy. a literal ray of sunshine. this is my official proposal to you honey :( so fucking funny all the time but especially when drunk, high or crossed. and literally so sexy pls kiss me :(

reminds me of: golden hour, actual honey, a field of strawberries full of sunshine, wine and ofc: aizawa, hawks, chifuyu, eren!, and deadass momo 😭

@yuki-no-akumu — momo my love!! literally the most badass yes caring person i’ve ever met. she really takes no shit but still makes me feel safe and helps me stand up for myself more. overall a big sweetheart to people she cares about but still do not fuck with her. so fun to talk to or just sit in silence and listen to music with. 10/10 minecraft skills. daddy!

reminds me of: for some reason blood?, knives, yuuji’s hair 😭, neon green, pringles can…, literally just being horny, and ofc: baji, bakugo, aizawa!!, lowkey sukuna?, and tsuki :)

@weebaboobs — ame is literally the most precious person alive and the kindest ever. she always goes out of her way for me when she doesn’t have to and i’m so grateful for that and her :( not to mention drop dead gorgeous and she deserves all the love!!

reminds me of: amethyst, rose quartz, pretty pink flowers, sundresses, the beach and ofc: p much all the guys from bakusquad!

@nymphobunnie — my lola bunny 🥺 my sweet and pretty girl i love her so much. literally just the way she talks is so sweet and somehow comforting? idk how you do it. not to mention so talented and funny and i adore her :(

reminds me of: big mouth 😭🤚🏻, obvs lola bunny, sunsets on the beach, pastel colors (especially pink), angelcore, and haikyuu!

@devilzumi — the best boy sano!! literally nothing but love for them oh my god. always has the best thirsts and thirst ideas. an actual sweetheart and i will protect him with my entire being >:(

reminds me of: obvs haikyuu, blue hair, that little bear with the knife (is his name stew or am i stupid), teaching, sleeping 🤚🏻, and now hello kitty 😭

@tteokdoroki — AAALLIIII *sobs* the love of my life i can’t. the sweetest most talented person i have ever known. her writing is pure art and never fails to leave me stunned and horny :( my cutie baby girl, i would die for her. no one is allowed to come near her but me. she is everything!!!!

reminds me of: red + pastel pink, late night drives listening to music, holding hands!, pillow talk, cool fall nights, the ocean!, sharks >:) and ofc her husband (side eyes @ him) bakugo

@kinjuutsu — vi baby!!! literally so so so nice and always has amazing layouts! even though we don’t talk a lot, genuinely the vibes i get from her are amazing and i always get so happy to see her on the dash and when she interacts with me!!

reminds me of: vi from arcane!, arcane in general, my real name, overall jjk and the color purple!

it’s already been like 30+ min writing all of that ^^ so imma just list some stuff my other moots remind me of cause am getting tired :/

@prinvil — beyoncé, kanye 😀🤚🏻, memes?, screaming for no apparent reason, swag :)

@4toru — ofc baby blue, clouds, blue themed angelcore

@goddessdior — ofc dior, perfume, pretty smelling flowers, spring time

@zerisfelin — red, cherries, kirishima!

@touyasdoll — dabi!!, like so many shades of blue, being dabi’s perfect s/o

@xawkwardxderpx — theo from teen wolf, the colors yellow and green

@semisgroupie — (pastel) pink, softcore, mina, hajime and for some reason nanami

@omiishii — art!, haikyuu, sakusa

@honeymaki — women <33, ochako, maki, the colors green and pink, pretty flowers!

@dearbraus — sasha braus!!, fawn from tinker bell, wlw

@nkogneatho — royal purple, corpse husband?, euphoria, yandere characters

#𖤐. asks #𖤐. ask game #𖤐. anon #𖤐. moots #again: sorry if i didn’t add you! #i still love u lots i promise :(

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Welcome to chapter 14!

This one has been a long time coming, and I’m not just talking about how long it took me to write.

Fair warning: we see the return of why this fic is marked with an explicit violence tag.

Hope you enjoy!

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Scattered Cicadas - Chapter Fourteen: Monkey Sees, Monkey Silenced

Tang is the Monkie Kid! Or should that be the Monkey Kid?

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Tang wondered why it had taken so long for a cycle like this one to happen. He tightened his grip on the Ruyi Jingu Bang as he solemnly watched the city shrink into the distance.

He and MK were swapped in this cycle. Tang was a young 24 year old delivery boy who lived above Pigsy’s Noodles and had a thirst for knowledge. MK, or Mr. Xiaotian, as Tang referred to him, was a 41 year old art professor at the local university who liked to tell Tang stories about the Monkey King.

That meant Tang was Wukong’s successor in this timeline. Or at least, he would be once he met the Monkey King at Flower Fruit Mountain. They were all currently on Sandy’s ship, sailing for the Flaming Mountains that surrounded the island paradise.

Tang took a breath as he felt the magic of the staff flow through him. He had noticed the transfer of the Monkey King’s powers into him the moment he had picked it up. It was very different to any other magics or powers he had in the past.

It was a raw, wild, and pure strength that dwarfed any of his previous skills in terms of power. Tang could feel it swirling inside him. The numerous different abilities all seemed to flow into each other and filled him to almost bursting with great destructive potential. He would have to learn how to properly control them to avoid causing too much collateral damage.

MK had managed to do so countless times before, and Tang himself had many experiences with learning new powers over the cycles. How hard could it be?

Tang turned his attention to the ring of volcanoes they were approaching. He wasn’t sure how closely he would have to stick to the original timeline, but decided not to push his luck with the more important events. That meant he would have to lose the staff when confronted by Princess Iron Fan.

That shouldn’t be too difficult. He may have trained with a long pole-type weapon, but it had been a long time since he had been able to practice. Not to mention how one wielded a staff was much different from how you would wield a guandao. Tang would have no problem losing this fight.

Now he only hoped he would be blasted in the right direction to land on Flower Fruit Mountain instead of into a pool of lava.

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Luckily for Tang, he was indeed launched in the proper direction. Landing on the beach would have hurt a lot more had it not been for his new power of invulnerability.

Tang watched as the waterfall curtain parted at his touch, making sure to appear suitably impressed. That wasn’t too hard considering he had always needed either Wukong or MK to open it for him in the past.

He entered the cave and looked around, calling out for the Monkey King. Tang approached the mural at the back of the cave, and felt magic flow into his eyes unbidden. The world around him turned into shining shades of gold as his True Sight activated.

Tang watched in awe as the figures on the mural seemed to come to life and began reenacting moments from the famous journey. He may have memories of actually living these events, but seeing them now was still something special.

In front of him was Wukong becoming Tripitaka’s disciple. Over there was Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing fighting with some demons. Off in the corner was MK, Mei, Pigsy, Sandy, and Wukong standing over his unconscious body. Then there was Macaque, the gold and silver twins, and Spider Queen. Bai Long Ma trotted past with Tripitaka on his back.

Wait, what?

Tang whirled back around to the forms of his family and himself.

No, he had not imagined it. Laying on the ground was the sleeping form of his normal 41 year old self. Projections of the five people he considered his closest family were standing nearby. Sandy and Pigsy seemed to be having a conversation, Wukong was lounging on his tail, and Mei and MK, who was in his normal young form, were looking around the cave.

MK’s and Tang’s eyes met.

The young man seemed to explode into motion as he grabbed the attention of the others and began excitedly pointing at the scholar. The five began waving frantically at him, and Tang, at a complete loss as to what was happening, gave a halfhearted wave back.

Their reaction to that was much more extreme.

MK and Mei were jumping in place as they hugged in joy. Sandy was grinning as he waved both arms even harder. Wukong performed a back flip before pumping his fist in the air. Pigsy looked like he was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down his face.

Tang was absolutely baffled.

Wary of some kind of trick, he looked around the cave once more. With his True Sight active, he saw no signs of anything that could potentially be a trap. He did spot one of the projections of Wukong smirk at him before turning to run out of the cave, however.

Squinting in suspicion at the still celebrating group, Tang decided he would deal with it later. Letting the magic fade from his eyes, he chased after the Monkey King. He did his best to push the strange encounter out of his mind so he could focus on the task at hand.

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Fighting Demon Bull King using the full strength of the Monkey King’s power had been quite the rush. Tang felt a little bad about all the extra damage he had caused, but most of it had already been dealt by DBK so he supposed it was worth it to take him down.

Sighing in exhaustion, Tang prepared for bed. As he moved around his small apartment, his eyes caught the glow of the street lamps reflecting off his window, making it shine gold.

Oh right. Those projections of his family from earlier.

With a groan, Tang decided sleep would have to wait. He took a seat in his desk chair and took a deep breath. It took a bit of focus, but he was able to push magic into his eyes and activate his True Sight.

The world turned gold and the group appeared to his left near the kitchenette. Tang swiveled his chair around and watched as they noticed him studying them and began to wave excitedly once more. It looked like they were all saying something, yet no sound emanated from them.

Well that complicated a few things. Getting answers from them would be a lot harder without them being able to properly answer.

“You know I can’t hear anything you’re saying, right?”

The group froze at that, before quickly turning to each other and discussing amongst themselves.

“To be honest, I’m not sure if I trust what I’m seeing,” Tang said, catching their attention once more. “You all certainly look like my family, and Wukong’s True Sight can’t be fooled. But I’ve been through quite a bit of cosmic bullshit to know to be wary of what appears to be people I care about standing over what looks like my unresponsive body.”

The group glanced down at said body and began to shuffle around in awkward embarrassment.

“So here’s what we’re going to do.” Tang pointed at the projection of MK. “You, MK, are going to do your best to act out what’s going on. The rest of you,” he turned to the others, “are not to offer any help or instruction in any way, understand?”

They all reluctantly nodded, looking confused.

“Good. Begin whenever you’re ready.”

Tang watched as the young man did his best to act something out. As the performance continued, Tang felt the suspicion slowly ease and a smile grew on his face.

“Well I know for certain now,” he said once MK had finished. “No matter the timeline, you will always be terrible at charades, MK. No one could ever pretend to do that poorly.”

MK exploded with indignity as the others laughed at him. He crossed his arms in a huff and only turned back to the group once Wukong ruffled his hair playfully.

Tang smiled again as he watched the interaction. Being a good actor came with the ability to tell when others were acting as well. The reactions he was seeing were much too genuine to be faked.

“Okay, I believe you aren’t here for any malicious purposes. But now that I know I can trust you all, how can we go about figuring this out?” Tang drummed his fingers on the armrest of his chair. “I could ask you yes or no questions, but without the right ones we could go in circles for hours. Writing out the alphabet and pointing to each letter until we spell out a word would take just as long.”

Tang stood and tried to approach the group. As he did, their projections moved with him, staying a set distance away and phasing through the wall out into the open air. He moved back and turned in place. The group did not move with him this time, remaining in the spot they had appeared.

“Well so much for seeing if we could physically interact,” he said once he sat back down in his chair.

His family seemed just as stumped as he was. They all were talking back and forth before Wukong suddenly jumped up, waving for attention.

“You have an idea, Wukong?”

The monkey nodded before sitting in a meditative pose. After remaining still for a few moments, he took his hands and placed them on his chest. He pulled them away and cupped them before him and began to inspect them closely. It took a couple repetitions before Tang understood what he was trying to say.

“You want me to manifest my soul?”

Wukong nodded as Mei said something to MK, causing him to pout.

“Don’t tease MK, Mei,” Tang said as he got into his own meditative position. “There’s nothing wrong with not being able to act out complex ideas.”

The group all just stared at him in surprise.

“I may not be able to read bad acting, but body language is easy enough to understand,” he said as he began to focus. “Now give me a moment.”

Manifesting his soul while keeping the True Sight active was a bit tricky. He had learned this ability back during the cycle with the copy of Tripitaka sealed into a statue, but never had to use it at the same time as another power. It took him longer than usual, but he was eventually able to bring his soul forward.

It looked the same as it always did. Many strands of light loosely wrapped into the vague shape of a sphere and plenty of empty space in the center. The strand that pointed off into infinity was leading out the window above Tang’s bed. It had taken him a few cycles to realize it always pointed to the West.

“Okay, so what am I looking-” Tang trailed off when he spotted something new.

A second strand was leading off from his soul. It pointed in the exact opposite direction of the first, heading East. It ended at one of the little knots that represented the larger pieces of his soul.

It was positioned directly above the form of his unconscious body.

The others seemed to be able to see the strands as Wukong pointed at the knot floating above his body and began to mouth out a word.

“Start?”

Wukong nodded and pointed towards the strand leading out the window and said another word.

“End.”

Grinning enthusiastically, he finally pointed at the soul in Tang’s hands and said one last word.

“Now.”

Tang’s breath caught.

He knew the strand leading into the West was connected to all the remaining pieces of his soul and would eventually have an end once he reached the last one. He knew his soul looked the way it did to represent how much of it he had managed to gather currently.

That left the start.

Several pieces began to fall into place.

“You’re- You’re the voices I hear calling out my name at the start of each cycle.” Tang absently returned his soul and he stood and stared at the smiling group.

They nodded in affirmation.

Tang’s breath became shallow.

“Are you- Are you from my original timeline?”

The group burst into joyous celebration, nodding and giving each other high fives.

Tang sat back onto his chair in shock.

His family, his first family, were standing only a few feet away.

He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry.

A sharp pain flashed behind his eyes before he could do either, and he grasped his head as it began to throb.

“Gah!”

He glanced up to see the group now watching him with concern. Wukong was gesturing at his own eyes, closing them slowly in exaggeration. Despite the pain, Tang was able to understand the message.

“Turn off the True Sight?”

Wukong nodded.

“But- ack!” The pain grew sharper. “But I have so many questions!”

Pigsy glared sternly at him and pointed to his bed. Sandy gave a comforting smile and pointed at the ground they were standing on.

Go to sleep and we’ll be here when you come back.

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Wukong shook his head sadly and held up three figures.

“Three days?!” Tang gasped as the pain continued to build. “Shit! Okay, fine. Three days.” Tang gave them all one last look over. “I’ll see you then.”

They all gave him a thumbs up and Tang released his hold on the True Sight. He sighed in relief as the pain lessened slightly. His apartment looked much darker without the golden light filling everything.

Tang made his way into bed, physically and emotionally tired. He hated that he would have to wait for his answers. None of this made any sense.

His head throbbed painfully as he tried to think about what had just happened. Resigning himself to not being able to come to any sort of conclusion on his own, he settled down to sleep.

At least he had three days to come up with the proper questions he would need to ask. Hopefully the rest of the cycle would continue as normal so he could get some answers.

----------

The Wukong from his own time had been right when he had told him to wait three days before activating the True Sight again. The massive headache Tang had from overusing it lasted the entire time. It had distracted him during the incident with the weather station on the second day, making him quickly lose control of his abilities.

The seal this timeline’s Wukong had placed on his powers so he could control them helped a bit. The sharp pounding had only receded to a dull throb, but Tang found it to be a drastic improvement. He was able to take down Red Son and rescue his family fairly quickly afterwards.

It was currently the evening of the third day and Tang was making his way back to Pigsy’s Noodles after making his final delivery for the night. He drummed the steering wheel impatiently as he waited in traffic. His headache was completely gone so he could finally get some answers tonight once he was alone in his apartment.

The nerves and excitement eventually got to him and Tang began to take shortcuts down less used side streets to get back quicker. A few blocks away from the shop, he turned down one final alley that was shrouded in darkness, not thinking much of it.

He really should have expected being forcibly pulled from the vehicle and slammed up against the wall.

Before Tang could react, something was slapped against his chest and he felt the access to his powers cut off entirely while his body became paralyzed.

“So this is the Golden Boy’s so-called successor,” said a familiar voice. “Can’t say I’m too impressed.”

Tang’s blood ran cold as he stared up into the sneering face of the Six Eared Macaque. He did his best to struggle but whatever the shadow demon had done had left him completely immobilized.

“Don’t know why he would pick a weak little human like you. Your kind has such terrible senses. You didn’t even notice my presence until it was too late.” Macaque eyed Tang up and down, frowning in disapproval.

“He could have at least found another monkey like us. Would have been way more thematic.” Macaque smirked as he held up a small purple gem with a spiked point. “Luckily I have a way to fix that.”

Sweat rolled down the side of Tang’s face as he watched in fear while Macaque positioned the spiked end of the gem against the base of his throat.

“You can thank me for this later,” Macaque said with a manic and sinister grin.

Macaque stabbed the gem into his neck.

The paralyzing effect holding Tang in place broke and he convulsed on the ground as purple electricity raced across his body.

The last thing he was aware of was the sound of Macaque’s laughter mixing with his own screams before he mercifully blacked out.

----------

Tang slowly regained consciousness.

He didn’t have the dream about the cave so that meant it was still the same cycle. Whatever Macaque had done hadn’t killed him this time.

Although Tang wasn’t sure if the full body ache and fire in his throat was a better outcome.

He was in a bed he realized, and there were faint voices he could just pick up.

Not having the energy to move, he did his best to focus on what was being said.

“-managed to remove the second seal blocking his powers, but left the one that allows him to control them,” said a voice Tang didn’t recognize.

“What about the choker? Were you able to remove it?” Tang recognized Wukong’s worried tone right away.

“That is one nasty piece of jewelry,” said the first voice with a sigh. Tang assumed it was a healer of some kind. “One of its effects is that should anyone other than the one who put it on the victim remove it, the victim would immediately die.”

There were several sharp intakes of breath.

“That’s only one of the effects?” Mr. Xiaotian was here as well it seemed. Were they all waiting for him? “What all does this thing do?”

“There’s only three curses I detected,” said the healer. “You’ve seen the physical changes of the first, and know the dangers of the second. The third is perhaps the most cruel however.

“Your young friend is no longer capable of physically communicating complex thoughts or ideas.”

What?

“What does that mean?!” Pigsy sounded angry, but Tang could notice the undercurrent of fear. “Are you saying he’s lost his intelligence?”

“Not at all. His thoughts will just be trapped in his own mind and he will be unable to share them.”

Tang felt fear begin to gnaw at him.

The healer sighed once more, this time sounding saddened.

“It is truly an insidious curse.

“He’s been rendered completely mute, so he can’t talk. If he were to attempt using sign language, he would temporarily lose the coordination of his hands and fingers. Anything he will try to write or type out would end up as incomprehensible gibberish.

“The best he would be able to do is point at things and shake his head yes or no.”

Tang was suddenly cold.

That was…

No.

No no no no!

He couldn’t lose his ability to communicate! Not this cycle!

He finally had a lead to how this had all started! He needed to be able to ask his family from the original timeline questions!

Who knew when he would ever have access to Wukong’s True Sight again? If it ever happened at all?

Tang struggled to open his eyes, hissing in pain as the light filled his vision. He raised his arm to block it out, only to pause at what he saw.

Hadn’t the healer said there had been a curse that caused physical changes?

Bright golden-yellow fur covered his arm, and his hand had been replaced with a paw.

Ignoring his protesting body, Tang sat up and looked around. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, but it appeared he didn’t need them any more.

He wasn’t in a hospital. The room was set up in a traditional style with the typical furniture one would find in a guest room.

Tang found what he was looking for when he spotted the full length mirror on the opposite side of the dresser.

He climbed out of the bed and made his way over, doing his best to move past the pain.

Tang stepped in front of the mirror.

A monkey with golden-yellow fur, cream colored face and chest, and silver face markings that resembled an open book stared back.

Around the monkey’s neck was a black metal choker, the flat side of the purple gem at its center.

“He could have at least found another monkey like us. Luckily I have a way to fix that.”

Ah. So that’s what Macaque had meant.

Tang pressed his trembling fingers against the glass.

He really shouldn’t be so surprised. It had happened to MK so many times that he should have expected it to happen to him as well.

So why did he feel so numb?

Tang opened his mouth to try and say something, to try and prove the healer wrong. To convince himself this wasn’t actually happening.

But the only sound that came out was a raspy breath.

“Hey, bud?” Wukong poked his head through the door, frowning at Tang in worry when he saw him standing at the mirror. “You… You really shouldn’t be out of bed, kid.”

Tang nodded blankly, shuffling back over to the bed and sitting down. Wukong closed the door behind him and made his way over to sit beside him.

“I bet you have a bunch of questions,” Wukong said.

Tang shook his head.

“No?”

Tang pointed at the door and then to his ears.

“You heard us talking?”

Tang nodded.

“Oh.” Wukong shuffled nervously. “Are… Are you okay?”

Tang took a shuddering breath. He turned to his mentor with tears in his eyes and shook his head.

“Oh, bud.” Wukong quickly scooped the younger monkey into his arms as he began to sob silently. “I’m so, so sorry. I should have been keeping a better eye on you. I should have been there to interfere and prevent this from happening. This is all my fault.”

Tang cried into the Monkey King’s chest.

He cried for the pain he felt at the hands of someone he considered a part of his family.

He cried at being forced into a different form unwillingly.

He cried for the loss of his ability to communicate

He cried for losing what may be his only chance to talk to his family from the original timeline.

He cried at the unfairness of the cycles and the universe in general.

Tang cried.

Yet he barely made a sound.

----------

“Hey, bud!”

Tang looked up from his meditation at the approaching Monkey King.

It was a few weeks later. Wukong had practically forced him to move to Flower Fruit Mountain in order to keep a better eye on him.

Tang didn’t mind. Without his ability to communicate, he couldn’t do his job at Pigsy’s Noodles anyway. Pigsy had let him keep the apartment, just in case he wanted to spend the night in the city.

Tang smiled up at Wukong as he stood. It was nice to be the one with multiple father figures for a change.

“So I think I may have a way around the communication curse,” Wukong announced brightly.

Tang’s eyes widened as he tilted his head in curiosity. It hadn’t taken him long to learn how to convey how he felt through body language alone.

“The curse only prevents you from communicating physically, right?”

Tang nodded.

“Well there’s a power I have that lets me speak to someone from a distance. I, uh, actually kind of forgot about it because my astral projections have a longer range so I don’t use it much.”

Tang snickered silently as Wukong rubbed his head in embarrassment.

“Anyway! How would you like to learn telepathy?”

Tang blinked as he processed that. Telepathy certainly wasn’t a normal power the Monkey King usually had.

It also wasn’t a physical form of communication. You instead projected your thoughts psychically to those around you.

Tang pumped his fists in the air and performed a back flip in excitement. Being a monkey had certainly made him much more nimble.

“I thought you’d feel that way,” Wukong said with a laugh. “Want to get started now?”

Tang immediately sat down and stared eagerly at his teacher.

“I’ll take that as a yes!”

----------

Telepathy had been hard to master.

The first weeks of the process had Tang randomly projecting his subconscious thoughts to anyone nearby. There had been some awkward moments when he accidentally projected things from previous cycles, but he was able to wave it off as daydreams.

It had taken some work, but Tang could now pick out a single person within a few hundred miles and send them a specific message. It was a tiring process, so he didn’t actually use it often, but he could do it.

He could communicate again!

Tang stood alone in the apartment above Pigsy’s Noodles and activated his True Sight.

He had done this a few times after the attack, just to be sure that his family would still be there.

Like the previous times, the group of five and his body appeared to the East of him. They all waved in greeting and Tang waved back.

Tang took a breath and looked MK directly in the eye.

‘Can you hear me?’

MK’s smile didn’t change as he eagerly watched on.

‘Hello? MK? Mei? Anyone?’

None of them reacted.

No.

‘Hello? Please! Can any of you hear me?!’

The groups’ smiles began to fade as Tang became visibly upset, his fists clenched and shoulders trembling.

No!

This wasn’t fair!

He had worked so hard!

Tang fell to his knees as tears poured down his face.

This had been his last hope. His last shot at trying to get any answers.

It hadn’t worked.

Frantic waving from the group caught his attention.

The five of them had knelt down to be closer to his eye level. They were all smiling gently, their expressions kind and forgiving.

MK placed his hands together, forming a heart. The others soon followed suit. Even Wukong.

It’s okay. We still love you.

Tang choked as his tears fell harder. He shakily put his hands together and formed his own heart.

I love you too.

Tang decided this was the only answer he needed.

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Bet none of you saw that coming!

I’m going to enjoy seeing you all try to come up with an explanation for what’s going on. :3c

Monkey Tang’s design is something I came up with myself. I’ll see if I can draw it out for a better reference.

Look out everyone! The plot is here and it won’t be stopping any time soon!

Until next time!

#Ink Writes #Monkie Kid #Scattered Cicadas #Tang #Sun Wukong #MK #Qi Xiaotian #Mei #Pigsy #Sandy #Macaque #Six Eared Macaque #LEGO Monkie Kid #Tang Monkie Kid

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 17.07.18 lb

hero realizing ki ‘oops main kuch zyaada hi bol gaya. but it got her to press up against me and put her hand on my chest, so maybe this emotional openness thing is worth it?????’

oh, we’re continuing. greattttttt.

CALLING IT NOW ITSELF - ANIKA’S MISSING MOTHER IS THE OTHER WOMAN WHO CAME IN BETWEEN SHINKY.

YAAR KUCH TOH CHODA HOTA IPK S1 SE?????? POOOOORA KA POOOORA CHAAPA HUA HAI.

ugh we’re just 48 seconds in and the hamming has reached untolerable lvls. baksh de mere bhai. abhi aur 20 minute dekhne hain. 

oh wow i didn’t expect her to come out with it right now. but surely he’s going to remember this some time in the future and join the dots.

aaaaaaand she’s also let him know about how she’s protecting gauri. he’s gonna use this to manipulate her in the future. force her into marrying him by threatening to tell gauri the truth and probably even bring this not-dead mother in front of her to prove it.

oh anika, my baby. *holds her 5ever*

srsly why do i find this new shivaay’s awkwardness with his hands so adorable?????/ it just gets me every single time he does it!

she’s as flummoxed as i am about how a person can NOT KNOW to hug. like.... just put your arms around a person and squeeze? it’s not rocket surgery.

dang shivaay, that some real therapy waala talk. been getting some in this universe? coz the lord knows, you could use it.

aaaaaaaaand billu decides to give his everest a go!

‘hey, that was easier than i thought!’

aw, i like her tiny smile.

*whispers* “tum kisi ko bataana mat ki maine hug karna seekh liya!”

oh billu. what an adorable idiot you are.

i like how they’re so comfortable to keep carrying on this conversation in the hug. the warmth and intimacy is so palpable. i don’t think even Original Universe Shivika had it to this level!

ooooooh ring waala truth is out.

lel he was genuinely scared of her for a second when she started laughing.

"kuch toh hai, humaare beech. ajeeb sa.”

oh my heart, the look of hope!!!!!!!!!!!

“aisa na ho ke roka, sagaai ke baad.... humaari shaadi ho jaaye.”

“ho bhi sakti hai.”

his look of surprise but glee that she said it and seems as into it as he is.

dang homegirl is ready for it RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

“nahi abhi kuch aur hoga.”

SEEDHA SUHAAG RAAT? YAAAAAAAAS. GET IT ON MY THARKI BABIES! (with protection.)

..... ok this paani phenk came outta nowhere. that too from him? so random.

but yaaaaaaaaaaas PAANIKA is baaaaaack in the gaaame.

OUR BOY HERE IS HELLA TURNED ON BY THAT. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHY THE FUCK, BUT HE IS. #unexpectedBoner

ugh FML, naach gaana. fwding.

oh daaaang. oh shiiiiiiiiiit.

billu you smooth operatorrrrr. it took you 200+ episodes in the Original Universe to get her to share a bed with you! kya cheeeez ho tum!

ugh fuckkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. nothing i love more than sleepy intimacyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

GOD GAURI LOOKS SO GOOD IN RED AS WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.

aaaand billu ki finally ghanti baji.

but anika’s just too fucking comfy. lol, just like she was “moons ke peeche”, nuzzling into him and treating him as her full body pillow.

MAYBE WAKE HER UP IN A MORE EFFICIENT MANNER THAN JUST WHISPERING AT HER??????

yes. thank you.

lmao i love how she’s so quick to accuse him, and on being informed that it’s HIS room, still turned it on him as if woh usko uthaake laaya hai apne room mein sulaane.

i hate this haryaali waala room btw. i prefer the old blue room.

omRu are baaaaaack.

lmao remember the last time omRu left these two alone in the mansion, and came back to find the NASTIEST paint puddle in the history of the planet?????????????

just totes casually hanging out by the cupboard. nothingggggggg shady here!

om’s frustration with the chutiyas surrounding him is always my fav.

OUFF ANIKA!!!!!!!!!!

look at this fucker shamelessly using his heart condition to hoodwink his brothers. keedein pade tujhpe billu.

“aise kaise behenchod?????”

great job shivaay. not suspicious at all!

aaaaaaaand gauri is just.... waltzing in. matlab koi knock knock nahi, koi ghanti nahi. as you do. 

“mujhe chakkar aa rahe hain!” “jo bhi aa raha hai, ghar jaake karo.”

sensitivity, thy name is shivaay singh oberoi. a far cry from what you were a few hours ago.

oh shittttt time to get back into the cupboard, anika! 

lmao gauri got so enamoured by her future bedroom that she forgot she was here to look for her missing sister.

god she’s so stinking cute, i can’t. 

OH GOD IT’S HAPPENING IT’S HAPPENING YAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[SCREAMING]

GODDAAAAAAAAYUM. HAPPYYYYYY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYY MAISSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!

no really, it’s her birthday; you guys should go wish her, just like the universe has wished her with this gift of hotness.

lmao, was he gonna pin rudra/random male servant against the wall all sexy like this????? matlab, yeh kya tareeka hai?

damn girl, hide your “fuck me” eyes better. apparently, homeboy isn’t the only thing here that’s WET, if you know what i mean. huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu.

FUCK, HIS SEXY DEEP WHISPER VOICEEEEEEEE. I AM DEADDDD.

he recovered from his heart eyes pretty quick.

aaaaand is now interrogating her.

chirraiyya apni bhi peeche nahi. calm and composed logic waale answers to his questions. JE BAAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ugh his gentle smileeeeeeeee, my heartttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

same, gauri. #same.

for the second time in like, 10 minutes, rudra’s here to cockblock.

pfffffffft this idiot.

ugh fuck meeeeeeeeeeee i’ve missed his handsomenessssss. this disney prince motherfucker.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS THIS IS THE SWEET, HOT, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY NOT-ANGRY/VIOLENT MEET-CUTE I WANTED FOR THEM AND THEY’RE BEING SO REFRESHINGLY NORMAL AND WHILE SHE’S LOWKEY THIRSTING FOR HIM SHE’S SUPER CONFIDENT IN OWNING ITTTTTT AND HE SEEMS TOTALLY INTO HER TOO AND OH GOD I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM LORD ABOVE WHY ARE THEY THE BETA COUPLE WHY IS GOD DOING THIS TO ME I DESERVE A RIKARA TRACK THAT’S DONE RIGHT FOR ONCE *weeps endlessly*

and apparently shivaay’s “anika aisi ladki nahi hai” conviction was just for that one day? great. just greaaaaat.

#ishqbaaz #ishqbaaaz #ib episode liveblogs #episode liveblogs

[mqtsuno]

okay but, if you're to choose only one, which chifuyu look do you favour most?

chifuyu before he met baji

chifuyu as 1st division vice captain

chifuyu as toman top admin

*pink panther music starts playing*

look i don’t mean to discriminate any chifuyu’s here but just gonna say that my one and only favorite chifuyu is—HELL NAUREEEE ME AND MY ASS AINT GONNA ANSWER THIS VERY MUCH!! HOW DARE YOU ASKED ME THIS FOUL QUESTION IS THE FIRST PLACE!!

the fact that i wanted to write “if someone placed a gun in my head and asked me which chifuyu is the best might as well shoot me in place cause IDK ?? HOW WOULD I ANSWER THAT ??”

and boom. you’re a mind reader

this is the most trickiest question i’ve ever stumbled in my life. harder than the usual college exams. harder than those psychology tests. harder than any problems in my life i’ve ever went through.

NO IVE BEEN PONDERING FOR HOURS RN?? YOU ASKED ME LIKE 12 HOURS AGO BUT IM STILL THINKING ABT THE ANSWER…

1) chifuyu before he met baji. i accept every chifuyu phase when yall be bashing on his punk era at jhs 🤣🤣 I LOVE PUNK!CHIFUYU FOR REAL I ACTUALLY LOVE IT. I HAVE SPAMMED ABT IT BEFORE AND ITS STILL ONE OF MY FAVORITES. why you ask? it’s easier to create romantic cliche scenarios with this chifuyu (im genuinely answering this)

2) chifuyu as the 1st div vice capt. WHO DOESNT LIKE THE USUAL CHIFUYU WE GET TO SEE?? its the basic chifuyu we see almost every day, but for some reason i bounce back to this chifuyu every time?? i dont know i think its because the stories i can made with like jhs/shs chifuyu are never ending. i thought of this before and i might prefer blond chifuyu but then again when i see timeskip!chifuyu…

3) chifuyu as top toman admin. I GET HORNY. wait are you asking abt chifuyu as a TOP TOMAN ADMIN in the timeskip or just his basic timeskip that includes the petshop timeline?? cause if it includes the petshop tl.. deep down i didn’t really find chifuyu attractive in that timeline BUT THE TOP TOMAN ADMIN TIMELINE?? ITS LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON BUT.. YK.. THE VIBES… AND SHIT… KILLING PEOPLE AND UGHHHH BLOOD ALL OVER HIM WHEN HE COMES HOME I WANNA SEE THAT!! fuck why did i suddenly thirst abt him

in conclusion… conclude it yourself please i cannot conclude this myself LNAFZOAIAOAOS

#[ !lily ]