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sk3tch404 · 2 days

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Late Night Hanma Blurb

A/n: Thought abt this during an itty-bitty road trip today. Smoker Hanma does smth to the chemicals in my brain. Forgive me for any lengthy bad writing. I've had a long day and I just wanna yip yap about one of my fav crazies 🙇

CW: Hanma can give two shits about your lung health but chooses not to when he feels like it, intimidation, threats of forced drug usage, sometimes forced participation in violent activities, thoughts of lovers suicide/murder(?), and whatever other yappin I put in here.

Hanma who smokes a fuck ton and doesn't mind giving you the good ol' second-hand effects of it, but absolutely detests you doing it on your own.

He snatches the stick from your mouth and holds it up and away from you with a small grit in his teeth. Hanma glares down in some curiosity but clearly squints in irritation.

"The hell is this? Don't tell me I'm being a bad influence on you now. If I catch you with one of these again, I won't let you off the hook so easily. You got it, Y/n?"

When you retort, telling him it's no different from when he does it and it is your own choice whether he likes it or not, he merely scoffs with a tilt of his narrow head. Throwing down the cigarette, the sound of his sneaker stomping and scraping it out against the pavement echos through the air with an annoying presence. Shuji demands the rest of your stash with a looming stare that can only put you into a state of sinking discimfort.

"Come on, don't be stubborn. Ya know, if you wanna do it so bad, why don't you try the whole pack? Mine too since it's a shitload better than that cheap stuff."

Reluctant on suffocation and early lung cancer, you begrudgingly hand over your smokes to him. Hanma smacks down on the box with an evidently loud shot of noise and slides it out of your palm. He pockets it with a stretched smile as he leans down towards you.

"See, now it ain't so hard to listen."

He's still ticked off by the fact you think you can do whatever to your body without his permission, but since Shuji is so generous, he'll let you learn from your mistakes. See, he can be nice.

Don't test him though. Next time you're caught defying his selfish wishes, he's beating you down with degrading language and probably also beating whoever was involved. The convenience store employee that sold you the cigs, vape, or maybe even chewing tobacco? Yeah he's taking out his held back frustration on them. Bro is jumping over the counter and tearing their shit up.

Avoiding him because of his brutal and honest-to-God psychopathic personality? Now that's just cruel. Shuji is dragging your ass by the back of your shirt and pushes you to his motorcycle. The leopard print on the back of the bike makes you wanna barf every time you see it, but you got to keep it down if you wanna have enough energy to deal with him. He'll take you out no matter where you are at in that point of time and make you remember who he is; who you think you're messing with.

"Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you? Aim for the nose. That's easy for amateurs like you. Actually, lemme show you how to really deliver a jaw breaker-"

Yeah, he'll show you just how bad it can get with some random thugs on the street. You should be grateful with how gentle he's treating you. Instead of ending up with facial fractures, you have nice dates and thoughtful gifts. He's even teaching you a few tricks. How lucky can you get?

"I'm all done. Shit, I'm starved. Let's go grab a bite to eat, kay?"

Hanma thinks the only way you'll ever keep paying attention to him is if he keeps you and your actions in line. If you go off doing your own thing, his usually unmoving heart can't just stand there and watch you slowly leave him. Despite the negativity be brings into your life, he actually gets really fuckin anxious when he doesn't know or understand what you're doing. It's so troublesome how you make him feel. Yeah, being bored as shit is bad, but seeing you, the only thing that could ever bring him down to his knees unwillingly, slip away with nothing but disdain for him? Fuck no. He won't accept it. Shuji would rather kill you and then himself than have to bear the strange feeling of pain, or what other people call heartbreak, by his lonesome self.

Should he ever say he loves you, that would be the point of no return for the both of you. His hands have you tight in his clutches. No way out, no way back in for anyone else.

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kokoch4n3l · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ stay in my memories ࿐ྂ “‘cause it’s still on my clothes, everything that I own and it makes me feel like dying”

summary: It's been about 10 years since you last saw him. since any of you last saw him. but tonight as you're back from the after-party of Mitsuya's show you walked, Mikey shows up at your apartment. drunk.

notes: based on memories by conan grey. lowkey a self-insert lol. please read the warnings before you read !!

warnings: mentions of past violence, mentions of past sexual relations, toxic relationships, body image issues, oc is skinny!, mentioned/implied eating issues/disorders(ARFID), mentioned and talk of weight issues, alcohol use, weapons(guns), intoxication, Mikey being the bitchass ex that comes back when you're finally healed, insensitive!mikey, not edited

pairing: bonten!mikey x model!oc

word count: 2787

Her back hits the elevator wall as it moves up stories. It’d take a while for her to get to her floor. It was right underneath the penthouse after all. She worked hard for the money so she deserved to live in a nice place like a luxury high-rise building. The penthouse was unoccupied at the time she moved in and the owner had even given her the offer of it but it was huge. The place would go to waste as she lived alone, no longer rooming with Tachibana Hinata who had moved back in with her younger brother. She sighs and stares up the ceiling of the elevator and sighs tiredly. Her body ached but not as much as her feet did in the heels she was wearing. “Fuck” she mumbles and pulls them off her feet

She rolls her ankles as she stands back up straight, holding her heels in one hand. After an obnoxiously long elevator right, she finally reaches her apartment. Typing in the code, she enters and leaves her heels on the rack and locks the door. Her apartment is empty just like it should be. She had gotten used to being alone after middle school ended and everyone was too busy with their lives. It was middle school when Tokyo Manji Gang had disbanded and although she wasn’t a part of the gang(for very obvious reasons), it felt like the world was ending. But that wasn’t the end, a meteorite had crashed down on her when Sano ‘Mikey’ Manjiro cruelly broke her heart a week after the captains buried the time capsule. She never saw him again after that. She didn’t want to. She even declined Kawargi Senju’s request to join Brahman just so she didn’t have to see Mikey. She didn’t care that all of Mikey’s old friends were trying to bring him back or whatever that meant. It wasn’t her problem. Mikey broke her heart and very clearly stated he didn’t want anything to do with her so she wasn’t about to be hard to get rid of. “In today’s news, Japan’s most wanted gang, Bonten, has been—”

She tunes out the news and switches to another channel playing reruns of Naruto. She gets up and heads over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows and draws the curtains open, revealing the vast view of Tokyo in front of her. Another tired sigh leaves her. She’s still in that mini dress Mitsuya made for her for the after-party. Mitsuya held a fashion show for his new line. Many famous people attended and many famous people walked the runway, including her. It was about 5 years ago that Mitsuya had encouraged her to start modelling along with Hakkai. Now both of them were pretty famous. Her life was going pretty well. She had a steady stream of money coming in, multiple brand deals coming her way and she no longer felt like actual shit. So when Mitsuya asked her to be in his show she agreed right away. The show was a success and things were going really well till the end of the after-party when she overheard Mistuya talking to Draken about Mikey not having shown up. They invited Mikey.

Sano fucking Manjiro was a wanted criminal at a high-profile fashion show.

Not to mention that they didn’t even tell her that her ex was invited.

Sure it had been 10 years and even if she was over it, she’d rather not face him again. It was stupid to her that Mistuya had even wanted to invite Mikey especially since put them all in 2-3 day-long comas 9 years ago. But boys were stupid and they always forgave each other even after the biggest of problems. Her and Mikey’s past relationship was probably just a second thought so she didn’t blame him too much and got over it fast(but that didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed). She ended up leaving the after party a bit earlier which is how she ended up back at her apartment. It’s lonely but thankfully not cold. She should probably take her makeup off or maybe eat something but the kitchen seems to far and the view in front of her— even though she’s seen it a hundred times— was too pretty to look away from. She rests her forehead against the cold glass and sighs, her warm breath creating condensation on the glass.

BANG BANG BANG

She groans internally. Whoever was the door might as well be kicking it down with how loud and hard they’re knocking on it. She pushes herself off the glass and starts to walk toward her door, passing by the few frames of pictures from her childhood.

Pictures of Emma and Baji. Pictures of Mikey. It had taken her a while to get over him but it had been 10 years and it no longer hurt to look at the pictures. She hadn’t put up the ones with just him and her in them but the group ones instead. She looks through the peephole first and sees no one. She furrows her brows and without thinking opens the door. She takes a few steps back as someone stumbles in. She doesn’t see their face at first. She’s greeted with the strong scent of alcohol and a mop of white hair. “What the—”

Her door is slammed shut and the intruder looks up. Her heart stops. Well not really but it felt like it. There, barged into her apartment was Sano fucking Manjiro. “Hey baby”

Her heart drops. “Mikey…”

“Uh-huh, it’s me” He brushes past her and walks further into her apartment like he owned the place “Nice place”

She bites harshly at her bottom lip to stop herself from cursing this guy out(which she was going to do until she saw the gun tucked into the back of his pants). “What are you doing here?” She asks, hesitantly following behind him

Mikey heads over to her kitchen and opens her fridge, rummaging through it the same way he would when they were together all these years ago. She watches in silence but also looks around for her phone to either call the police or maybe Draken to come help. “Mistuya invited me to his show… Lost track of time and couldn’t make it” He says and pulls out a bottle of Korean alcohol, peach flavoured Soju

She runs her fingers through her hair. “And what does that have to do with me?” She asks as Mikey slams her fridge door shut and takes a seat on the tiled floor while she stands before him

He unscrews the metal cap and carelessly throws it at her the same way he would when they would go through her dad’s alcohol collection and secretly drink from it when they were together. “Since I missed the show, thought I’d come see the star” Mikey takes a swing and his eyes scan her up and down “Mistuya made that dress f’you, yeah?”

Her heart is beating fast and so hard it’s hurting her ribs. The dress was short. Longer from the back, covering her butt at least but shorter at the front, showing off her long legs as Mitsuya said. It hugged her form with the corset styled lacing at the back of the dress. “Yeah he did…”

There is a moment of silence between them. She needs him to leave. It was so stupid that Mikey was back. Even worse that this guy was cosplaying as Izana. His haired bleached platinum and cut short. He even had that stupid Hanafuda tattoo on the back of his neck. She feels angry but before she could say another, Mikey speaks first “you gained weight… You look good”

She instantly feels sick. “Shut up”

Mikey smirks as he takes a swing from the glass green coloured bottle. “Is that still a sore topic for you? I thought that now that you’re a model you—”

“Please just shut up” She pleads

She’d rather not hear this again. Not after so many years. She used to have a problem with eating. It’s not that she had an issue with how she looked or something like that, she had an issue with food in general. “You’ve got food in your fridge though. You’re eating well” Mikey murmurs, his hand reaching up to hold her thigh “not sickly skinn—”

“Mikey” She mutters clenching her fists “stop it”

Mikey just smiles and it infuriates her. How dare he come back after 10 years and do this? Say this? “Can you leave?”

“No”

“What do you mean, no?”

Mikey is still smiling like nothing is wrong. Through the dim lighting she sees his dark circles and unnecessarily pale skin. He looks like death. “Come sit”

He doesn’t give her much of a choice when he pulls her down. Her knees make contact with the tilted floor making a thud sound and she hisses in pain. Mikey puts the bottle of Soju down next to him and coos gently, putting his hands on her knees and rubs them to ease the sudden pain. “Sorry about that, got carried away” he murmurs, voice all sweet

Now that she’s this close she can smell the alcohol on his and his cologne. Her head spins as Mikey adjusts her position with ease, letting her legs drape over his lap. “You need to leave” She tells him, watching him pick up the Soju again and drink from it, keeping his free hand on her quickly bruising knees, rubbing them

“I don’t think so” Mikey says with a shrug “and it doesn’t look like you want me to leave”

She doesn’t think she’s ever met someone more delusional than him. “No. Actually I want you to leave. You baradged into my house. Get. Out”

“Is that how you treat all your ex-lovers?” Mikey questions, a playful smile on his lips “oh wait, last I heard little miss model has been single since we broke up. Don’t you wanna get back together? Don’t you miss me—”

“Nope”

“You answered pretty fast so I’m guessing that’s a yes”

She pulls her legs away from his lap and scoots back to create some distance between them. Mikey’s eyes darken as she moves away, looking a mixture of disappointed and some other emotion. “I need you to leave” She says more sternly this time

Mikey just takes another swing of the bottle, giving her the same look as he would when they were younger when he wasn’t in the mood to listen. He was a criminal. A ruthless gangleader who had the country under his boot but here he was drinking her soju on her kitchen floor acting the same way he did when he was 14. “Mikey—”

“Manjiro… You called me Manjiro” He cuts her off it makes her mad

“No, Mikey” She says, trying to make her voice as stern as possible

Mikey raises his brow. “No?” he repeats

“No.”

They both stare at each other for a moment. “Why not?” Mikey asks, his blunt nails taping against the glass of the now half empty bottle in his hand “It’s been 10 years, has anything really changed?”

His eyes are glossy red and pale cheeks a bit flushed. She surprised he isn’t drunk yet. Perhaps he built up his tolerence over the years. She shifts, sitting in a side saddle position on the floor so she didn’t put any more pressure on her still aching knees. “It’s been 10 years” She repeats narrowing her eyes at him “You can’t just come back out of nowhere and expect me to welcome you back with open arms… I’ve made something of myself. You can’t come back out of nowhere and ruin it for me”

She feels so angry. He wasn’t allowed to do this. “Please don’t ruin this for me”

Mikey doesn’t say anything for a moment. He’s just staring at her like he’s oblivious to what she’s saying, like he doesn’t understand what she means. Mikey just takes another gulp of the peach soju and her eye twitches. “You had to show up today to ruin things” She says with anger “I wanted to put you in the past ‘cause what you did traumtized me but you’re not letting me do that!”

Mikey is staring at her like a lost puppy, sipping at the soju like it’s water. “I’ve moved on but you’re back here sitting in my fucking kitchen not listening to a word I’m saying”

It was like talking to a damn wall. Mikey wasn’t listening and going off on a rant would just be her wasting her breath. “Drink” Mikey holds out the bottle to her

She’s angry. So fucking angry but the bottle was her own, bought with her own money when she went to Korea a week ago for a photoshoot so she takes it from him and takes a large gulp. It was bitter for some reason. She can taste cigarettes on the rim which was probably from Mikey and it pissed her off even more. Hours pass and it’s soon 1 am. “Mikey I can’t say goodbye if you stay here the whole night” She tells him

They’re still on her kitchen floor and now on their 3rd bottle. She watches Mikey about to light a cigarette but she slaps the stick out of his hand. “No smoking in my house” she hisses

Mikey frowns but shrugs, stuffing his lighter back into his pocket. “But I don’t wanna leave” he murmurs, reaching out to hold her waist, dragging her closer to him with ease across the tiled floor “I want you back”

Her now completely bruised knees make contact with his the side of his thigh and she puts her hands on his biceps in a poor attempt to either pull away or push back from him. Mikey squeezes her waist for a moment then slides his hands lower to her hips then her bare thighs, squeezing her there. “You know you were pretty when we were younger but you’re even prettier now” He says with a sigh “you look so pretty with the weight gain—”

She digs her nails into his clothed biceps. “I don’t want to talk about that”

Mikey cocks his head to the side. “But ‘m complimenting you”

“I don’t like these kinds of compliments”

“You’re a model” He murmurs, his hands sliding back up to her waist and squeezing again “you shouldn’t have become one if you didn’t like people talking about your body”

“No one talks about my body the way you do” She says with a frown “I don’t like how you do it”

Mikey chuckles lowly. The same condescending way when he dumped her 10 years ago. “That’s not a nice thing to say to the guy that’s trying to woo you back”

“You’re not being nice in the first place. You fucking bardged in” she digs her nails more into his clothed skin but he doesn’t flinch “I promise Mikey, the ending between us will always be the same. There’s no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again”

Mikey still doesn’t seem to hear her. He simply lets go of her waist and slides away from her. When she thinks he was getting up to leave, he surprises her by laying his head on her bare thighs instead. This was infuriating. “Mikey have you dated anyone since then?”

“Yeah” he says, grabbing one of her hands to put it in his hair “But none of them were pretty like you. No one’s pretty like you…”

She doesn’t say anything. “You don’t wanna get back together but can’t we be friends? I missed you” Mikey says, his voice barely above a whisper this time

He sounds sad but she won’t give in. This wasn’t fair. “I can’t be your friend or your lover” Her voice is a mere whisper this time “I can’t Manjiro”

Not with what he did now— it would be detrimental for her career if the public found out she was friends with Sano Manjiro, the man reining terror of Japan and the surrounding countries little by little— not with how he broke up with her, not with how he talked to her, not with the constant uncertainty of if he’d leave her once again. She wouldn’t put herself through that again. “Manjiro I can’t be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love”

She feels something wet on her thighs.

Mikey— Manjiro is crying.

She sighs. She might as well let him stay for as long as it takes.

Just till he pulls himself together.

And hopefully, till then, she doesn’t give in.

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rotten-masterpiece · 9 months

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ hanma s., tokyo revengers

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cw: hanma s. x f!reader — explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Bonten!Hanma. angst - hurt/sex was the comfort. DNI.

; hanma leaves.

wc: 3,389

a/n: unedited - no proof reading - finished this at 12 am and horny as hell - forgive the f up english, not fluent at it - title came from blue jeans by lana.

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He was never late to come home, or shall I say, he always comes home.

It was 10:45 pm when you found yourself pacing to every corner of the apartment. Trying to fill your mind and kick out of those anxieties and worries about him; about him not coming back home to you. You went to the kitchen and opened your fridge to pull out an alcoholic drink from a can. You open it and a sound emits from your lips from the pain of your fingernail when the pad of your finger slipped. Your eyes got teary, so you leaned to the kitchen counter and drank.

Boring your eyes to the clock, your mind wanders to something again. The sudden rush in your veins had you sweating. You sighed and closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side as you mutter; “where are you?”

You don't worry if it's another girl, or he's out partying somewhere else, or he's forgetting you, forgetting the time he promised to be here, but his dicey job had you sweating as though you ran a mile.

An excruciating pain scattered throughout your body through your veins when you heard the muffled sound of a siren outside your window. You did not hesitate to raise the can and drank till it was almost empty. One can wasn't enough, it will never be.

11:25 on the clock when you finished 8 cans. You were nauseous, your hands on the counter gripping the marble so your body will not succumb to gravity. Keeping your eyes closed, you hear the beat of your heart, a tug, tug, tug, tug. Frustration crept and you let yourself fall to the ground.

He's not home. And you're afraid he will never be.

Being alone terrifies you although you believe all humans shall feel comfortable in it when in all of us; solitude was inborn.

“Shuji.”

You keep waiting, waiting for the door to click, where his footsteps were heavy and you could feel the atmosphere inside the apartment shift. You wait for a voice to wrap around your head, where he calls you the name he gives you, where you know he'd be angry to see you in this mess you put yourself into.

You know he'd be angry when you're up this late, emptying drinks you should not drink alone. The frigidity of the floor had you missing his warmth. That right now you'd be in his arms; burning from the heat he's radiating, and instead of smelling the alcohol; you'd be smelling his perfume. You broke down, but there was no sound in your lips. You let the tears pool down just beneath your cheeks on the floor. You know he'd be wiping those years away, you won't be feeling dirty when he has his hands around you.

The sound of the television made your mind hazy, made your imaginations and anticipations tremble. Even though the world through your vision was dancing, you pooled your strength at the bottom of your palm to get yourself up. He doesn't like to see you in a mess, and this time you won't be dependent on his hands, you have to clean up before he gets here so he will smile at how good you smell and how clean you are. He will be pleased to find you in such a state.

Come home, Shu. I won't be angry. Just come home.

Through your way to the bathroom, you were swaying in every direction. And you were surprised you were able to clean your body. Although tears were streaming down endlessly. Eyes burning from the cry.

It was 12:00 when finally, you were sitting on the edge of the bed. You forgot everything, your body felt sore and painful. The television in your living room was still talking. And inside your room was dark as the night, you could smell him everywhere and before you could scream to cry, you crawled up to where he usually sleeps, lay your head on his pillow, caressing the soft fabric on your cheek.

Your mind was screaming his name, replaying the moments only the two of you know of. The nights filled with laughter, the mornings both of you wake up with a smile. But you were too exhausted to cry all of it, all you just wanted in this moment was to have his body up in you.

In a deep slumber, you heard the door click. But your mind was clouded by sleep, not until you felt the edge of the bed sunk to someone's weight. But your eyes were closed, you forgot what happened just earlier. The form moved closer until you felt the warmth on your torso, and a soft skin on your cheek.

The comfort was familiar, the touch too, and you cooed under his touch. You let out a ‘hmm’ before he was whispering ‘shh’ in your ears.

His hands snaked down to your stomach, then found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore.

“Darling...” Hanma’s lips were grazing on your neck whilst he mutter that. You opened your eyes for a moment before you saw his cheek shining in white ‘cause of the sunlight.

And there you realized, you crumbled and a gasp took your sob when his hands wrapped around your breast.

“Shuji...” you whispered.

He humm, he answered. And you never felt this awake in your life.

You tried to lift up your upper torso but his hands fondling over your now hardened bud; keeps pushing you down. Your hands eventually found their way to feel Hanma’s form, and you pushed him down to you.

Widening your legs to let him in. You hiked your hips to graze his hard on down to your clothed cunt. You moaned in his ear.

“Fuck,” you felt his smile on your skin. “I need you.”

He marked you on your neck and after he was done with that, he pulled himself up and unbuttoned his long sleeve. You see more of him, his beautiful shining eyes, every sharp feature, his nose you loved, his lips that were burnished from his own saliva.

“Shu, where have you been?” there was a whine you did not expect when he came back down to dominating your form. His hard on behind his pants hiked up to grind more of you. You felt your underwear dampen.

“Off to work, I apologize for being late. Punish me, love.” but you could never do that.

“Tell me all of it.” through your hazy mind, he was somewhat...lying.

Hanma became quiet but his hands found their ways to pull your pants with your underwear. You heard him cuss under his breath as he brought down himself. Your shirt was up on top of your chest. His nose grazed just below your belly button and you gasped at his touch; warm and rough. He started trailing wet kisses on your pelvis until he was down there to worship your dripping cunt, waiting and begging for his arrival.

“Shu..” you moaned, wanting all of it.

“What, Lady?” Hanma wanted you to beg.

You grind your hips to his breath and he pulled away a little but he smelt your neediness, however he wanted to have you wanting it more than him, although he can clearly see the way tears are starting to form on your eyes.

“Please, Shuji, I want you now-ah. I want all of it, please.” you tilted your head when his breath got closer.

“I don't have much time.” he said but you never hear all of it when in one lick you lose your mind. Your chest was heaving when with his tongue explored all of you, the wetness of his tongue made your clit more active; red and bulging. He was lapping like a hungry man, sipping on the juice you give. Sucking the skin around your clit. You felt so good and ticklish down there, you felt how hard his tongue was thrusting over your folds, Hanma was licking to the point he knew everything about it. He just knows every spot you were aching to be touched at, he knows how to make you melt on his tongue. You felt the knot on your stomach and you got louder as he was feasting like a hungry man. His grip was rough and you know you'd be coated in his marks, the only thing that could be left of him for you.

Your hands found their way to grip his locks, pull him down on you as you raise your hips to get him more rougher to you as you're getting closer to getting a hold of your climax. He hummed about how messy and delicious you are. He felt you getting needier and he knows he has to get you there, he wasn't going to pull you out from there no matter how much he wanted to tease you.

A tremor passed through you, and you shivered, and it felt like your skin opened and a cold air brushed against you. He never pulled away but he was waiting for you to gush out which you did after a few licks. He never missed a drop.

Hanma wanted more of you and he knew it could be hours of eating and he'll never be full, but he was out of time. He pulled himself back up and finally you felt his lips against you. You devoured each other. The kiss was hungry and as though both of them will be apart from each other. You head was moving to each side, tongue crossing with each other, teeth grazing while he was grinding his erection down your sensitive cunt which had you moaning on your throat, no matter how rough the fabric is it was so heavenly good thanks you can't pull yourself from grinding, your clit was puffy from the contact and you were getting hotter as he does to.

He was already leaking from the tip. And as awake as you are, when he pulled up to get his pants off, you pushed his hands off and unzipped him yourself. A chuckle was brought out when he saw how needy you are.

“Shit...you were waiting, huh?” he licked his lips upon feeling your hand grazing down his cock. “don’t worry, it will all be yours. It belongs to you, I belong to you.”

You both locked eyes and he had his devilish smile around. The air made you shiver.

“Shu, I need you inside.” and with his hands on your waist, you guided his cock to your entrance. You whined at how hard Hanma was, pushing his leaky tip inside you. All you felt was how good he was when it entered half, and he moaned at the sensitivity of his cock being wrapped around your soft inside.

“I love you.” he muttered, and you felt how warm our stomach was.

“I love you more, Shu. Ple-” you were about to beg until he thrusted all of him inside you, stretching you out, you felt the texture of him and the veins that were showing off inside of you.

“Darling..” he went to kiss you on the lips while his other hand snake underneath your leg and hike it up so he can hit at an angle where you'll be seeing heaven under his touch.

“My one and only.” he was rough but inside you was so slimy that your toes were curling at the feeling of him; rock hard but can easily slip and out. He was kissing your cervix and you arched up, and your pussy pulsating around him.

“So fucking pretty, ” he laughed, that laugh. “fucking pretty underneath me, eh? Eyes rolled up because of how I make you feel, hmm? Cum, darling, make me proud.”

“Shuji!”

The time was running out in his mind, and he was getting there. He lowered his head to bite your lip, not too hard but enough to make you moan. His tongue went inside while his free hand went to your clit, encircling your puffy clit, and there was another wave.

Hanma’s hands on your waist went underneath your ass to pull you up on him where he can make your body still while he pounds you from above. And there he was animalistic fucking himself roughly in a rapid speed to get himself up to heaven.

“Ah! Fuck!” he moaned as he was grinding. The bed was shaking with both of you.

His name became a song you repeat, and when you came you screamed it. You shivered but his rough cock was still fucking itself roughly. You never stopped Hanma, and in a long grind, he came inside, but he wasn't done.

He flipped you till you were on top of him and you know you'll be in charge.

“Darling, fuck me.” Hanma chuckled after he said that.

You pull yourself up from his dick and let his cum and your cum mix up, seeping out and trailing down your thighs. His cock stays hard as he watches you encircle your fingers around your own clit. But he wants to do it too. Hanma pushed your hand away and encircled it. You trembled at his finger before you palmed his dick and you sat on it. A moan loudly escaped, and a groan from him.

When you bottomed out, you grind a bit before pulling yourself up and coming back down. He was so rock hard but it was slimy inside you that it felt so much good.

Hanma sees clearly the way your pussy shines from the moonlight and he feels himself more in pleasure. Your soft wet pussy had him moaning on his own, eyes almost squinting.

“Fuck…you know how to make me feel so good.” he moaned. While pounding and grinding on him, you leaned to his lips.

“Hmm, yeah, Shuji. Just by being myself.”

In this position, he can easily come, he cannot hold himself back when you're in control. You lean in more till your breast was touching his chest, and he noticed it, he immediately brought his hands to wrap around your tits. This made the pleasure more immense.

“Oh, fuck!” the familiar knot made your movements more swift. Hanma underneath you was losing his mind from the grip of your wet pussy.

It didn't last long before he flooded your ears with “I love you’s” while you lost your mind a little before muttering the same back.

You were exhausted from the high, and Hanma wasn't done. He wanted more of you.

“Baby, can we go on?” he asks as he plants kisses over your shoulder. He was already in between your legs while you're laying sideways. Your entrance was throbbing, tired and sore.

You moaned when he bit your skin. “I want more of you, more of you.” his voice was tired, hoarse and you wanted him too but you felt yourself drifting off his arms.

“Shuji,” you called. Hanma looked up. “Yes, do it. I love you.”

When he sheathed himself inside of you, you thought he'd be super rough but you weren't surprised when it was gentle. His lips over your neck as he muttered.

“I love you.”

“Darling, I love you.”

His words were mixed with moans and growls of how good you were. With no sound coming out, you were moving your lips. “I love you too.”

“I do love you. So…fucking…much.”

The gentleness of his actions felt so good that you were able to moan loudly.

How good his cock was, slowly sliding inside, slowly pulling out, slowly but rough when the tip interacts with your cervix. He was so good.

From his soft pounding, you felt yourself shiver. And you thought of having his mouth on yours while you cum; while he cums.

Hanma whimpered in your ear before he swayed under your touch and pulled his face to face yours, your lips meeting his in a sensual kiss. Like a honeymoon, it was all so sweet, soft, slow, but so fucking good.

You came dripping on his cock, your cum oozing out as he pulled and sheath in. Eventually he came next, it was a cum that filled your womb, filling your mind with imaginations of children in your mind. Your mouth was agape when he pulled out.

Hanma pulled his face up and saw how fucked up you were but you were shining, beautiful, mesmerizing on his eyes that he couldn't look away. He just wanted you to come with him, wanted to pull you with him to the darkness, but he bit his lip; halting from kidnapping you and leaving the country with him. But that would endanger you and that's the least thing he wanted from this world.

Earlier, when Hamma came in and saw the open lights, the television on, the scattered cans of alcohol, he was so worried that he was about to throw up, but he made way inside the shared room and saw you sleeping softly, and safe; his heart warmed.

He saw that you were drifting to sleep, and it was 2:13 as he gazed at the clock sitting on the table. He cannot waste his time and clean himself using a rug before wearing his clothes again. Although he was moving, his eyes were settled on you, and he felt the ache of his heart that he'll be leaving.

He was hesitating as he was watching you.

You were in a deep slumber now. After the tiring session both of you had, he was tired too, but he cannot rest, because if tomorrow comes and he'd be here sleeping with you, Hanma won't be able to walk away, he would have to watch people take him away from you.

He cannot handle it. He has to walk away.

He went to you, and with a new rug, he cleaned you with an ache submerging his heart.

He covered you with the duvet before he finally decided on the last kiss. He bent down and planted a kiss on your forehead, cheek, nose, and there goes the lips he'd miss, the lips that wore a smile only for him, the lips that carried millions of memories. He'd be leaving all of it behind. A tear molds in eye—almost hindering his vision, and sucked in a piercing breath as he pulls himself away.

The fake ring—from the dollar store—was sitting on the table. A pair,the other on top of the other. He trembled and took the other before he palmed it. He turned his back on you without noticing that through heavy lids, you were watching him, and tears were already flooding and trickling down.

You wanted to stop him. Wanted him to take you with him, but you couldn't move, like you were trapped in a nightmare. You just want to wake up and move so you could stop him, but…

Hanma was already at the door—unlocking. You saw how slow he moved, as though he didn't want to walk away. A sob was muffled and trapped on your throat and he couldn't hear.

He did not face as he walked away and closed the door behind him.

You bit your lip. You couldn't even say goodbye.

You don't want to close your eyes and hope for tomorrow. Your body aches and your mind wants to move, to go after your beloved, but once you lifted yourself, you hear the loud click outside, and with no remaining strength that you fell sobbing like a baby back on the bed that both of you shared for years. Where a lot of loving and memories were made. Where every morning was greeted with kisses and smiles.

You did not anticipate a morning like that everyday, it was within you that knows it will always be like that, but fate was crueler than anyone.

You closed your eyes. You kept praying till you cannot hold it anymore. The fatigue was overwhelming, and you succumbed to its feeling.

You have to sleep while the thought of being alone without his presence—without the cocky but handsome Hanma Shuji in your embrace—swallows your ability to feel happiness. You know when you wake you'll be regretting why solitude has to be inborn.

#hanma shuuji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #hanma x y/n #hanma shuuji smut #hanma angst #bonten #tokyo rev smut #hanma smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #hanma shuuji x you #hanma shuji #hanma tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fandom

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imk1ra · 2 years

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Y/N: Good responses to being stabbed with a knife?

Draken: Rude.

Takemichi: That's fair.

Baji: Not again.

Smiley: Are you going to want this back?

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teamumoretakibo · 1 year

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Self harm

Please know yourself, this post contains dark content, minors do not interact. I insist, minors do not read this. Little angel be careful. I am not responsible if you read this, it is *your* choice. DARK CONTENT

Summary : they caught you doing self harm.

Warning : self harm, yandere bonten, wound, sick reader, suggestive, kidnapping.

A.N: Hello, this is my first time writing and english is not my first language so please have mercy. If you find any mistake please let me know.

Ran

It has been about a month since he brought you to his penthouse. He bought you during a special auction in the black market. In fact, when he saw you he knew you could become his perfect little wife. You were candid, harmless and docile. This guy looked at your form with a wide grin plastered over his face. When he finally got you he made sure to be clear on one thing:

“You are mine and if you don't do exactly what you are told make sure to compose some great apologies or else you will have to make it up to me”.

He didn't have that much rules. This bonten executive just wanted you to behave enough in order to brag that he has the best girl. He wanted his co-worker to crave having a perfect girl like you.

You have almost always behave, just as a pup would. You didn't earn much rewards but at least he didn't have a plausible reason to punish you. Because believe me or not, when it comes to punishments he let himself go and doesn't hold back. He sometimes would be harsh and rough during intimate moments tho... You were forced to like him, love him, adore him. Every single day you must greet him in the morning (after his alarm wakes you up at 4 am) with a kiss on his forehead and a “good morning my love, did you sleep well ?”. Then you had to help him get dressed, he was kind of rude so you had to do it with perfection. You even had to replace his slippers by his shoes because it was your role to help him get an easier life. Then when he came home you would just get up and walk to the door to hug him tigh and ask how his day went. After that you had to prepare a bath for him and sometime he would demand you to put yourself on a show.

He was obsessed with you. Praising you all the time when he talked about you to the other executives, but when he was with you he was stoic always saying you ought to do better. You are not allowed to go outside or talk to anyone but him. He has even placed cameras everywhere without you knowing or noticing it to be aware of what you did during his absence.

Today felt different... YOU felt different. You were demoralized, crying while Ran was in a meeting. During this precise time he was rightly praising you to his colleagues and watching you on his phone by activating the cameras. It was at this time that he saw you, a broken and crying mess on the couch with a blade in your cute little hand. You were often wearing a hoodie this week even when it was hot and you always refused to withdraw it, he didn't understand why but decided to postpone your punishment for next week. Now he understands. When he saw your little cuts, disappointment and anger filled him to the brim. He came home earlier surprising you while you continued your bad habit. He slammed the door open.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING STUPID BRAT ?!”

You cried and flinched then he pulled you in his arms into a comforting hug.

“Only I can make you this kind of wounds. And if I don't see interest into doing so, it's because you don't deserve it” he said grabbing the blade and throwing it away. He momentarily forgot about the punishment he wanted to inflict to your form.

“I've never hurt you like that so why are you doing that ? Even if I don't say it much... I love you and I care about you.”

“S-Sorry...” you were afraid.

He carried you to the bathroom and then he treated your wounds with respect. Then he kissed your cheek.

“Yeah, you should be sorry. But for now just relax.” he demands after bringing you to the bed and taking you into his embrace. He loves you, that's it. And watching you fall like shattered glass was unbearable. He was sadistic, but not that cruel. He lets you sleep in his arms while staring at your form.

“I wish you sweet dreams my precious Angel” you sure would have love hearing him calling you like this ... If only you were awake.

Rindou

Rindou was the type to stay calm and tried to be kind to you. His only desire was to surpass his brother in every way possible. He wished that you understood how much he currently was better than his brother, Ran. He always said that:

“C'mon you know what ? If I was my brother I would have wiped an slap your pretty bunny ass.”

“But you're not your brother and you are NOBODY TO ME” you said angrily the day he had forced you to live with him in his penthouse. To you it clearly was a kidnapping whereas to him it was just an act of love and care. He wasn't as strict as his brother but my dear... He surely was a pain when it came to his ego. You were the love of his life ? Fine. But don't cross the line or he'll crush your bones. At first he genuinely tried to be soft with you. But what could he do when you're being such a brat ? He had to tame you now and then. You reassured yourself when he told you how Ran treated his girl. He knew you feared his brother a lot and used that even if sometimes it meant to him that you "respected" more his brother than him. He would often by you knew lingeries and clothes, god he even got you a phone. What else would you need ? He provided everything for you. All he asked in return was PURE love. Pure love and LOYALTY.

He often tried to trick you by talking about other man and searched for any of your reaction. But unlike Ran's girlfriend you were no fool. You always showed how Rindou was important to you and how madly loyal you were toward him. Why ? To survive. Last time you talked about a guy, Rindou's face froze with rage and he spent thz night making you write his name while being on your knees. You wrote his name 5781 times. How do you know ? Well, after all of that he made you count.

At least you could chill out in his embrace. When you ignore the fact that he kidnapped you you could see the tenderness in his acts. When he came home late and had a bad day he didn't go crazy. Contrary to received opinion, he currently was one of the best yandere. He waited for you to pull his shoes off, then you would kiss the joints of his finger without asking him how was his day since it was visible that it was a bad one. He would just come in bed after a lonely bath (he used it as a stress-relieving activity).

“Y/N do you love me more than Ran ?” yeah he's really obsessed with it.

“Why would I even love Ran ?” you thought it was a great answer before Rindou gave you a glare. You panicked a lot, feeling your hurt pressed against your chest. “I mean, yes Rin, I love you way more, you're awesome in every possible way.” great, it was a better answer to be fair. He felt relieved after hearing you calling him "Rin".

He went to the bed, hair wet. He hugged you and started touching you. Tonight you felt sincerely oppressed but you didn't understand why. You tried to escape (it felt like an instinct) but he tugged on your wrist really hard.

This last days you felt particularly depressed because even if Rindou really cared about you, at the end of the day you didn't do much and Rindou was the only human kind you saw of the day.

“Y/N, don't. Do not. Not. Today.” he warned you. He paused when crocodiles' tears started to overflow on your cheeks.

Your instinct was then to open the drawer next to you and take off what was inside, a small knife. Rindou's eyes widened at the sight. You weren't going to kill him ? No. Again, you were no fool. You tugged your wrist very hard and he let it go as suprise run up his spine. You didn't understand what you did after that, it seemed like a mirage. You started cütting yourself.

Rindou was shocked, blood flowing everywhere while you cried your heart out. Rindou glared at you as he would glare at his opponent. His gaze was apathetic. He took the knife of your hand and threw it away, not caring what kind of damage it could do.

He processed to make you stand and walked right to the bathroom tugging at your arm, digging his nails in the fresh cut. You screamed your lungs out. For the first time he made you scream in pain. He glare at you, a glare that meant "you brought it to yourself". He trew you on the bathroom floor, your head bumping against the door frame. He grabbed the first zid kit and straddled you. You were a shivering mess.

“Come on angel, give me your arm” he pointed at your injured arm and you obliged.

“What a good girl you are for me, see this mess ? You stained the sheets with your blood honey.” he stated with a bit of concern. The nickname didn't do much with this suffocating atmosphere.

“Sorry... I'm sorry Rindou, I'll change the sheets. I sincerely apologize.” you voiced with a neutral voice.

“When you're at it, take of your shirt and wear red lingerie since you somehow and weirdly like this color today” he said.

You knew what this meant. Tonight you were going to be his little plaything. When he was done with treating your wound he got up and went to your shared bed.

“I'm not going to wait like a coward Y/N. Put yourself on a show or I put you down, understand ? And I must see your ass working hard for me with pretty red laces on.” he uttered.

“Yes...” you sobbed.

”Yes who ?” he asked.

“Yes sweet daddy...”

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dweebsfilingcabinet · 8 months

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@nebulathisimdone thanks for helping me out with the background/shading because WHAT is going on lol

#hankisa #hankisa fanart #tokrev hanma #tokrev kisaki #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers kisaki #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma shuji #shuji hanma #kisaki tetta #tetta kisaki #hanma x kisaki #kisaki x hanma #tokrev fanart #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fanart #tokyo revengers fandom

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wishartszxxyuh · 2 years

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Shinichiro Sano

Late birthday fanart for the best tr big bro.

#tokyo revengers #art #tokyo manji #tokyo manji revengers #bajifuyu #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers fanart #tokyo revengers fandom #shinichiro sano #shinichiro fluff #tokrev shinichiro #happy birthday shinichiro #shinichiro headcanons #tr shinichiro #shinichiro x you

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highpri3stess · 7 months

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Before I return to oblivion, I'm think of creating a discord group for Tokyo Revenger fans and fanfic writers. If you're interested, hit me up or reply here.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers fandom #I'm not about to let this fandom fade away i refuse godforbid #moots ♡

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sk3tch404 · 1 month

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"Stop drawing Izana!"

How about NO.

If Izana Kurokawa has fans, I'm one of them.

If Izana Kurokawa has no fans, I'm dead.

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10-10x · 1 year

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Hnm Shuji 🤭❤️‍🔥

#tokyo revengers #hanma shuji #tokrev hanma #tokyo revengers fanart #tokyo revengers fandom #tokrev hcs #tokrev fanart #tokrev imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers hcs #digital art #illustration #alternate universe #tokyorev incorrect quotes #i love him #rkgk

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kokoch4n3l · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ sacrifice(eat me up) ࿐ྂ "I dedicate to you my life, you can devour me whole"

summary: you held grudges. too many of them. so when Mikey beats your ass and puts you into a two-day coma after the disbandment of Toman, you're pissed and without thinking, show up at his place with a knife to get some revenge. It doesn't turn out the way you expected.

notes: inspired by the lyrics of sacrifice by enhypen. my first [y/n] fic and first ever fic written in second person! I hope it's acc good lol. NOT edited.

warning: gang violence, near-death experience, use of weapons, toxic relationships, slight knife play(?), suggestive themes, death threats, mature language, pet names(baby, pretty baby)

pairing: kanto!mikey x f!reader

word count: 1256

It felt like the world was ending when Mikey disbanded Toman. It was so out of the blue, so out of nowhere, so random, you couldn't understand why he did that or why you were so upset in the first place because it's not like you were ever officially a member anyway. You were simply a glorified nurse for the captains of the gang. You Mikey’s childhood friend, both of you training at his father’s dojo, close to Baji as well. When Mikey created Tokyo Manji Gang oh you pissed off. Girls weren’t allowed in biker gangs. It was annoying but you were an unofficial member by affiliation somehow. Somehow.

Mikey was acting weird after that. Or at least on a particular day when shit really came crashing down on you. He came over to your house, knuckles bloody, a blank look on his face. As usual, you patched him up. Took care of him while your phone was buzzing with calls from Mitsuya, Draken, Pah and all the former captains. As you answered, Mikey grabbed your phone and threw it at the wall. In one swift move, Mikey pinned you to the floor. He had left you for last after pushing away the old squad leaders, giving you a beating that you were certain could have killed you if you didn't fight back. He wanted to move on. He wanted nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Draken, or Mitsuya, or Pah, and he was always someone who got his way in the end.

But you were stubborn and held grudges. So when you wake up from your two-day coma and can stand without wanting to pass out, you go to Mikey’s place with a switchblade in your pocket and your left wrist in a cast. It isn’t hard to barge into his room since you have a spare key. He was doing something. You didn’t know exactly what but before he could turn around you flicked open the switchblade. Just as he turns around you take the chance and lunge at him, sending the both of you to the floor of the shed and you press the short blade to his throat. Mikey makes no move to try and defend him. Instead, he’s looking like this amused him. Like he knew you would come back because no matter what he's put you through, you always had in the end. It was almost humiliating. “A knife?” he murmurs, his hands coming up to hold your hips while you straddle him “That’s cute, still can’t beat me just like when we were kids?”

That angers you. The tone he was using, the memories he was using against you. It wasn’t fucking fair. You had never been able to beat him during sparing sessions when you still used to go to the dojo. Even now, you can’t. It wasn’t fucking fair. You give him the nastiest look you can muster and press the blade a bit harder against his throat. “I’ll kill you. I swear I’ll fucking kill you Manjiro” You hiss angrily at him “You think you can do that shit to me and get away with it?”

Mikey however, laughs. He fucking laughs. “Yeah, I do think that”

You feel annoyed. Mikey’s hair is out, not in the usual half-up half-down style. His dark circles were prominent and he looked paler than usual. But fuck he was still so pretty. “You’re a fucking asshole Mikey—”

“—Manjiro” He says in a way that corrects you, squeezing your hips “not Mikey… Manjiro”

“Shut up!” You yell and use your half-casted hand and punch him in the jaw

Mikey doesn’t even flinch nor does he make a sound. He rolls his jaw and stares up at you with a blank look and squeezes your hips even tighter. “I’ll kill you! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” You yell at him “Why the fuck did you do that to me?!”

You could feel yourself getting emotional. It was your weakness. You tended to cry when you got too angry. It was embarrassing and the reason you didn’t get angry as much and right now you hoped you didn’t burst out into tears while you were holding a knife to the Invincible Mikey’s throat. But you start to tear up anyway, your vision going blurry. “You gon’ cry, baby?” Mikey murmurs, a hand coming up to hold your cheek so carefully in comparison to last time when he almost killed you with those same hands

It’s humiliating. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You were supposed to hurt him the same way he hurt you. But you had always been weak when it came to Mikey. Even after he hurt you like he did, even after he almost killed you— you were weak. “I hate you…” You sniffle as tears start to run down your cheeks “I hate you so much Manjiro”

Your tears drip down your eyes and onto his face due to the way you’re hovering over him. But Mikey doesn’t waver nor does he change the condescending expression or tone he has. It was embarrassingly easy for him to pull the switchblade out of your hand. You shiver as he drags the blunt edge of it against your cheekbone while you continue to cry. Mikey sits up and you slide down from his hips to his lap, straddling his thighs now. “Poor little baby” He says softly but in the same mocking tone, now dragging the blunt edge of the blade against your jaw

Tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, shuddering nervously each time the cool metal makes contact with your skin. “Manjiro…” You cry like a damn child “Why did you do that to me?”

Mikey however smiles as you cry. He leans over and licks up your tears. It’s gross. You cringe and flinch away from him but his free hand that wasn’t holding the switchblade has a firm grip on your waist. “So pretty, hm… My pretty baby”

He wasn’t taking you seriously. This was fun to him and it was making you even more mad and then anger was making you cry like a damn child. “This isn’t fair” You cry as he lowers you onto the floor on your back

Mikey has the blade pressed to your throat now, your hand lay limp on either side of your head. “It isn’t?” his tone is mocking “It was all just a test… Wanted to see if you’d always come back to me just as you said you would. Now look baby, you passed my test”

He sounds oddly cheery for someone who has a switchblade pressed to your throat and almost killed you about a month ago in your own house. “I’ll devour you whole like I want and you’ll let me like you always do” Mikey whispers as he presses a kiss to your forehead and presses the sharp edge of the blade slightly harder against your throat “You’ll let me won’t you?”

You were weak. Always too damn weak for Mikey. You sniffle and desperately grasp at his shirt. It was always like that and it would stay like that. You would let Mikey hurt you, kill you, bring you back to life, eat and devour you whole and spit you out as he pleases because… Because you were weak. “Yes…” you choke out through helpless and heartbreakingly sad-sounding whimpers

Mikey smiles and his free hand slides under your shirt. “Good girl… Now let me get a taste”

#tokyo revengers #mikey sano #mikey x reader #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fandom #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #kanto manji gang #kanto mikey

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iphuu · 9 months

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Waka ❤️

Still love drawing him

#tokrev wakasa #wakasaimaushi #tr wakasa #tokyo revengers fandom

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imk1ra · 2 years

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Y/n, banging on the door: Kazutora! Open up!

Kazutora: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Baji: No, they meant-

Mikey : Let him finish.

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teamumoretakibo · 1 year

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Little one

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•Summary: Mucho take care of you after some of his friends and comrades made fun of you for being a foreigner.

•A.n: English is not my native language so have mercy. By the way, this is my first post and I currently have a little crush on Mucho (Muto) so I will write for other characters later since there is not much fanfic with my baby. Take care <3

•Warnings: a little bit of bullying and some suggestive notes. ;)

*MUCHO*

He didn't care at first when his subordinates stated you were not in the right place. They already used to say things like this to many foreigners and it never went too far so Mucho didn't bother telling them to $hut the fu©k up. When they said that you did not fit the beauty standard Mucho gave them a tough look, glaring at them with emotionless eyes. You smiled at him as if you weren't upset at all but truth is, you wanted to cry your heart out. You ignored them and made your way to your boyfriend's car while he had some matters to settle. You had waited about 2 hours before he got in the car with you. You were scrolling on your phone when he opened the door. One of his comrades looked at you with a concerned face. He was one of Toman's (here Toman is the top criminal organisation, the characters are eventually aged up) executives.

“Isn't she a foreigner ? Wow Mucho ... I didn't know you were looking for that kind of chick !” he laughed.

“Hmm.” Mucho replied without much concern.

“Bet you thought she could be strong enough to endure your judo holds. Do you use her during your trainings ?” a smirk was born on his lips.

“I think it's enough Kokonoi.” mucho stated with a stern voice. He stared at you and thought that you really were mentally strong by just not breaking right now, instead of that you greeted Kokonoi with a wide smile saying good afternoon Sir. Koko grins at your docile soul.

“She may be a really cute and obedient one in bed.” he added.

“This is none of your business Koko.” Mucho replied before entering into the car and closing the door. You waved a goodbye to kokonoi and asked to your boyfriend where he was driving you.

“Well, I have a big issue with Sanzu, remember ? The pink mullet man.”

You nodded. After a certain time of driving you arrived to Sanzu's penthouse. It was 7pm and you were exhausted at this point. Mucho proposed you to go see the other executive with him and you accepted. When you entered Sanzu's penthouse your eyes widen in shock when you saw the amount of pills on the central table. Sanzu has greeted you with a glare and you sure were oppressed by his presence. Your boyfriend noticed it and pulled you close to him.

“Is she your wh0re ?” the man asked to Mucho.

“No she is not.” he sighed.

“Um... Ok. Anyway, let's begin with first case. This bastard didn't want to cooperate so....”

....

You stayed near Mucho, sometimes taking his arm into your embrace. When they finished it was past 8pm. You returned to the car and Mucho catched a sad pout that you swear you tried to hide.

“Any problem, love ?” he kindly asked.

You smiled to him and get in the car. It was silent on the way home. When you two reached the penthouse he carried you to your shared room and dropped you on the bed.

“Sweetheart ?”

“Yes Mucho ?”

“Is everything good ?” he asked again.

When he realised that you weren't going to replie he started stroking your hair and gave you a peck ont the lips. He surely wasn't going to let you in such state during a hole night. Even if he was exhausted he didn't want to let things get worst nor wait for your problem to get resolved by itself. He decided to take matters in his own hands. That's when he carried you to the bathroom. He was not the kind to smile but he wanted the concerned look plastered on your face to get the fuck out.

“Let's juste relax before going to bed, okay honey ?” he cooed.

“Babe, I'm fine, so let's get this shower real' quick m'kay ?” you replied.

He didn't respond. Instead he started running the bath while you were undressing. When he turned his head to get a look at you he found himself thinking about how small and kind you were. You were such a patient person when it cam to him or his colleagues. He didn't understand why people wouldn't want to stop the hate. You were such a fragile bird, he didn't even want to hold you because it could mean hurting you, judging by your skinny form. In fact, he also noticed how you lost wait this last month. He thought you were starting to suffocate with the toxicity people would have when it comes to you. He started to undress and when you looked up in the mirror to see his reflexion you started blushing. You really felt honored that this big boy was actually your boyfriend.

“Mmh.. Mucho, do you think we are equals ?” you said calmly.

“Girl, what a cheesy question. You're really overthinking sometimes.” Mucho replied with a laugh. “Just chill out my love, don't make this bath so deep.” and with this he gave you a wink.

You laughed really loud since, in fact, it was a corny question. Then he entered the bath and you followed, your back on his chest. He gave you feather kisses on the neck and you smiled.

“Mucho ?”

“Yes honey ?” he replied while slightly caressing your thigh.

“Can you teach me judo ?” you spoke out with much joy.

He burst out laughing.

“Why not, I'll even bring you to the gang's gym and give you some protein and preworkout. If that's not love then tell me what it is” he tells you.

....

The following day he brought you to the gym and also taught you some judo moves. He eventually made you meet the floor but you eventually were fine with that since it was not hurtful.

You were laying, your back on the floor with Mucho straddling you. You grinned at him.

“Yesterday you said I overthink too much and that my question was deep. Guess what else is.” you announced with a teasing grin.

Mucho was a blushing mess, everyone was looking at you two.

“Mu-” you tried to speak but Mucho started kissing you. You grinned to yourself knowing he didn't want you to say anything else. As he kissed you, forcing his tongue in your mouth and pinning your hands to the floor, he glared at his comrades. He noticed how Sanzu was staring at you and thought that, maybe... Maybe the gym you were in was not the place to do judo.

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She Changes The Weather - Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Timeskip! Kokonoi Haijime x Wife! Reader

She takes my time,

She grows the flowers in my mind,

She makes it shine in my mood.

Hajime vividly remembered the very first day when he met his beloved wife, Y/N at a Chinese restaurant he frequently goes to with his friends and fellow gang members where she was a hostess dressed in a beautiful qipao as her work uniform.

He fell in love with her at first sight after being greeted by her which left him bewitched by her soft beauty, kindness and professionalism at her job.

Once he was done with his meal and paid his bill, he went up to her to give her his business card telling her to give him a call sometime later as he looked forward to meeting with her again.

She makes me trip,

The words just fall out of my lips,

And I forgot how to lie.

They started to talk to each other frequently outside of work through phone calls, text messages and video calls.

He fell in love more and more with her as they were getting to know each other as time goes on.

One day, he decided to ask her out on a date to a fancy restaurant that she accepted which made him happy, knowing that he was going to spoil her on this date.

A song reminds me

As I track my life

It's easy as 369, 369

On this date, Hajime was dressed up in his most expensive designer suit and Y/N was dressed in her only nicest cocktail dress that she got as a birthday present from her family long ago.

Hajime was smitten by her appearance and acted like a true gentleman throughout the whole date when he let her order anything she wants from the menu, paid for their bill and took her home in his fancy car.

Once they reached her home, she thanked him for the wonderful date and bids farewell but she could leave, Hajime grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him before leaning forward to kiss her on the lips which caught her by surprise but kissed him back.

He declared his feelings towards her with sincerity that made her blush uncontrollably because she never had anyone confess to her in such a bold manner.

Long story short, she accepted his confession and they became a couple as a result.

Seen it all, but I've seen nothing yet,

Cause I forget

Do I know or do I think I know?

It's so weird,

It's so clear

Throughout the whole relationship, Hajime spoiled Y/N with everything her heart desired, even though she appreciated it but she does have to tell him on occasion to let her pay for her things at times as she didn't want to be seen as a gold-digger who's after his money.

They end up living together at his luxury penthouse in Tokyo where she can commute to work more easily than her previous home which was an apartment.

He contemplates his future with Y/N because he feels blessed every single day to have her in his life because she's like the sun who could brighten up a bad day wherever she goes.

She takes my time, but I don't mind

She makes me feel like

Like I can see for miles.

He decided that he was going to propose to her because he couldn't see his life without her since he sees her as a priceless treasure worth more than precious jewels or designer goods in the world.

He gets an engagement ring with their initials engraved on it along with a beautiful diamond.

He proposed to Y/N during a vacation when they both got time off from their jobs to spend a week together because they had been very busy with work.

She changes the weather in my world,

Seems like it's never getting cold.

Their wedding took place at a luxury hotel where Hajime had Inui as his best man and his fellow friends/ gang members as his groomsmen.

He cried his eyes out from sheer happiness after seeing his beloved Y/N walking down the aisle with his father-in-law in a stunning wedding dress.

After the wedding, the newlyweds went on their honeymoon overseas where they spent every moment together basking in the fact that they're officially husband and wife for the rest of their lives.

It's okay,

It's not obvious,

Cause what you say will make my day

Rid of consequence

It's so weird

But it's so clear

After the honeymoon, life was back to normal for a couple of months until Y/N discover that she is pregnant after experiencing morning sickness and taking a pregnancy test in the bathroom.

She takes a selfie with the positive pregnancy test and sends it to Haijime on her phone with a cute message, expressing excitement about them becoming parents with a brand new family member joining them in 9 months.

Of course, he's over the moon about it and started looking up baby essentials and clothing because he couldn't contain himself over the news of becoming a father and starting a family with his wife by his side.

She takes my time, but I don't mind

She makes me feel like

Like I can see for miles.

She changes the weather in my world,

Seems like we're never getting old.

Throughout the whole pregnancy, Hajime would attend every doctor's appointment with Y/N regardless of his work schedule because he wants to be there to see the growth of their unborn child.

They discovered that they will be having a boy, and they would write a list of names for their son and find out by feeling a kick from him in the womb once they'd suggested the name, Ichiro.

Y/N is thankful to her husband for being so attentive, sweet and caring towards her and their unborn son, Ichiro because she feels so lucky to have him by her side.

She takes my time, but I don't mind

She makes me feel like

Like I can see for miles.

She changes the weather in my world,

Seems like it's never getting cold.

Baby Ichiro was finally born after Y/N went into labour for about 25 hours after her water broke on a weekday when she was out doing some shopping with her friends who managed to call an ambulance and Hajime.

He was there to witness the birth and got his hand crushed by it being held so tightly but didn't say anything because her well-being was much more important than his hand.

The new parents are ecstatic over the arrival of their son, Ichiro and couldn't wait to bring him home where everything is all set up for him to get settled.

Their friends and family are excited to meet the baby during their visit and they took turns holding him in their arms and taking photos to brag about his cuteness.

Hajime and Y/N look forward to creating memories with Ichiro and considering the idea of giving him a new brother or sister around a couple of years or so in the future.

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End of song fic. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

First fanfiction of the year so please enjoy. More fanfiction is coming this way for this year.

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