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Medusa, i've been thinking about the gunplay/noncon ask i sent you a while a go, this one but specifically with my TR faves, and im so unwell about it. just thinking about kisaki, rindou or draken like that dalsgja
𝐂𝐖 ♱ 18+! noncon, gun play, implied stalking and yan behavior, breeding/pregnancy
OH OH OHHHHHH
kisaki……..
kisaki who is absolutely enamored with you. obsessed. he tries and tries and tries to impress you, but nothing seems to work. he doesn’t understand what he has to do to make you look at him. he’s one of the most powerful men in one of the most powerful gangs, why won’t you notice him?
kisaki who lures you to his house one day. this is what will do it, he’s sure. he’s filled it with all the things that suit your taste (he knows what you like, he’s done his research). furniture in your favorite colors, a big beautiful kitchen, art by all your favorite artists — it’s all curated for you. and you could have it all, and everything else you’ve ever wanted, if you’d just be his. but you’re not impressed, you’re horrified.
kisaki who presses his gun to your temple before you’re able to get away.
kisaki who tells you to undress, and get on the dining room table. the muzzle is cool when he pushes it into your chest to make you lay back, and you can’t help but imagine how hot it would become if he fired it. he slots himself between your legs, and it doesn’t even really register to you that he’s undoing his belt because all you can focus on is the way the metal digs into the soft underside of your jaw.
kisaki who fucks you slow and gentle with his gun to your head. tells you how good you feel, how beautiful you are. tells you he loves you. voice sounding strained when he tells you how gorgeous you’ll look all pregnant in this house — “our house”
kisaki who, if you won’t choose to be his, will make you his.
#tw gunplay#tw noncon#tw stalking#tw pregnancy#please tetta sweetie put the gun down now 🥲#settle down and i'll make us some dinner#you don't have to do this my love#blood.bank🩸
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thinking about giving rindou head so good he actually gets spooked and tries to avoid you for a minute
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I've had a change of heart after thinking over it. I sincerely love you guys and I don't want to do a collective or corporal punishment since you're not the cause of the two racist anons harrassing me right now. Since I hated corporal punishments in school I don't want to replicate it again so I'll give you a choice within 24 hours;
More conditions to the first choice: Anytime I get a racist ask I add +1 week suspension until they apologize. I will also report them to the authorities. If you wish to be anonymous, create an alt account. Anytime I'm asked for an update, I am obligated to block you.
More conditions to the second choice: I just won't post Monsters again. Maybe stop writing for TR entirely and private my works and move on.
Remember, this is for your own benefit and to my own detriment. Choose wisely and reblog for reach. Or don't.
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Give | Kazutora Hanemiya (18+)
Your new husband Kazutora Hanemiya isn't always the best at talking about how he feels. He knows he should talk to you more. He's just so grateful for your patience.
a/n: Me?? Writing ANOTHER Kazutora fic?? It's.. about as likely as you'd think if you follow me at all and see how incredibly regular I am about this man. not proofread
wc: 3.1k
cw: AFAB Reader, car sex, little bit of biting, mostly soft smut, unprotected sex, petnames (baby, love)
I'll tear the fibre from the filament
I'll be the limit of your light again
I want to taste you better
I want to taste you better
divider by @benkeibear. song inspo here!
You could always tell when Kazutora was stressed. He wasn't always incredibly talkative to begin with, but it was more apparent when something was weighing on him. Usually, the second you opened your mouth, his eyes were on you. Soft yellow hues, that reminded you of tiger’s eye gemstones, and shined to you the same way. Tiger’s eye isn’t a precious stone, but to you, they might as well be the purest diamonds you could get your hands on. The past few days, those eyes had been lacklustre and down cast, missing their familiar brilliant glow. When Kazutora got into his head, it was often difficult to pull him back out. You knew he had his demons, you knew the pain he carried through his life. If you could pull it from his chest yourself, you would. If you could fix it all for him, you would pay any price. Even on the days he was hard to love, when his eyes wouldn’t meet yours, when his hands shook and he couldn’t find his voice, loving him was still the easiest thing you had ever done. You’d kiss the crown of his head and sit with him in silence for as long as it took for the moment he came around again and the life came back to those eyes that regarded you with a warmth you felt in every fibre of your soul. That was just.. How he was. You’d take the bad with the good in any universe, any lifetime. Because you knew, Kazutora would do the same for you.
“Tora?” Your voice was soft as you called out to him, sitting with your back against the arm of the couch, watching him as he stroked under the chin of your well loved, and admittedly, slightly over fed ginger tabby cat, which purred contentedly in his lap. His hair was pulled back into a loose and hasty bun, soft strands of blond falling into his face. You could almost see the thoughts swirling in his head, the storm behind his eyes.
“Mm?” His response was quiet, and almost sounded far away. The man you loved sat next to you, your feet rested against his thigh and yet, he was just out of your reach. His eyes remained on your feline friend. Even now, he was gentle. He’d worked a lot on himself, pushed back against so many things that were bullied into him by one of the people who was meant to protect him, and you knew better than anyone how much that work stood to him. He had his moments, he still had bouts of doubt and paranoia, but was a devoted husband and loyal friend, and there wasn’t a day that passed where sharing his name didn’t swell your chest with pride. Against all the odds in his way, he’d endured. He was here, and you couldn’t be more grateful.
“Let’s get out of the house. C’mon, I’ll drive.” You kept your voice soft as you spoke, knowing what he needed most right now was a gentle guidance. He looked up at the clock on the wall before turning his gaze to you, a puzzled expression on his face. “It’s nearly midnight?” There was a hesitancy in his voice, but he hadn’t outright said no, so that was a good sign.
“And?” You got to your feet and grabbed the keys to his car from the kitchen counter, before coming around to the back of the couch, pressing your lips to the top of his head, empty hand cupping his cheek gently. You felt him nuzzle slightly into the warmth of your hand and you felt your heart bloom in your chest. Your Tora was still in there, even if there was something eating at him from inside. He lingered for a second against your palm before carefully scooping your cat from his lap, placing him back down on the warm spot where you’d previously been sitting, and getting to his feet.
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You’d driven to a spot at the edge of the city, away from the crowds and hum of other people. It was peaceful out here, and as you sat in his car, it was just you, him, and the stars in the sky above you two. You now both sat in the back seat, your head resting on his shoulder in a silence that lingered somewhere on the edge of comfortable and anxious. Kazutora’s hand rested on his knee, which bounced slightly as he stared out the window at the stars. You reached your hand out and placed it slowly on top of his so as not to startle him, fingers slipping between his own as you stilled his knee, frowning slightly. Not at the motion, but at whatever it was that was causing it inside him. He glanced over at you, a frown of his own making its way across his face. “Shit, sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just.. talk to me, Tora, please.” You squeezed his hand gently as you spoke, hoping you could pull out whatever it was that had him in turmoil right now. You saw as his chest expanded and dropped once more, a heavy sigh pushing past his lips as his eyes rested on your intertwined hands.
He couldn’t meet your eyes as he murmured, “Are you happy? With me. With us.”
His words were so tentative, his voice had been so small. Like an uncertain child seeking reassurance. It hurt your heart to think this is what he’d been battling against in his head these last few days. Because you wouldn’t hesitate for a second to answer that question with as much conviction as he could possibly need.
“Oh, baby…” You moved quickly from your spot next to him to sit in his lap, legs either side of his. You took his face into your hands, thumb grazing over the freckle under his eye. You pressed your lips to his forehead, leaving them lingering there as if you were trying to speak the words directly into his thoughts “I’ve never been happier.”
You felt his arms slip around your waist, pulling you tight into his chest, and you could feel the unsteadiness in his breathing. “I’m sorry I’m like this.” You felt those cracks in your heart grow deeper. You quickly used your purchase on his cheeks to tilt his head up, resting your forehead against his. You saw the glossy sheen in his eyes and finally, your heart shattered.
“Kazutora Hanemiya, don’t you dare apologise for that.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but it didn’t matter when only a few centimetres were left between you. He was quick to bridge that gap, his lips finding yours in the dim light of his car, his hands gripping your sides, clutching you to his chest for security. You slide your hands up into his hair, pushing them into his dual-toned locks slowly, his loose bun falling away with ease as you did. Your hands held the back of his head securely, desperate to keep him as close as possible, to give him whatever reassurance it was he needed. You felt his tongue ghost over your bottom lip, and you parted your lips to greet it with your own. His grip on your sides eased, and one of his hands slid up your back, carefully holding the back of your neck. You kept your own hands in his hair, combing through it slowly in a repeated motion, and as you did, Kazutora felt more and more warmth return to his body. You still left him in awe after all this time at how effortlessly you seemed to know how to ease his soul. In all his weariness, you were always his light. His kisses moved away from your lips, dropping down now to your jaw. They were soft and slow, both of you drinking in the intimacy of the moment. You tilted your head slightly, granting him the access as a breathy sigh drifted from your lips, content in the security of his hold.
The heat that had grown in the car wasn’t uncomfortable, it surrounded you both in a certain cosy quality as Kazutora’s lips trailed down your neck at a leisurely pace. His hand that had cradled the base of your skull now came down to meet the other one, pushing your shirt up over your head, breaking the soft kisses along your skin for only a moment before his lips returned once more, along your shoulder now. You were quick to tug his own shirt up over his head, eager to feel his skin against yours, chasing after the high the intimacy was providing. Your hands tangled back into his hair as his lips now found their way across your collar bones.
“You’re so beautiful, baby..” Kazutora murmured out against your skin, and you felt the heat rise from your chest. You gently tugged on his hair, pulling him up to steal another kiss from his lips. This one was different from the first, it had an edge of desperation to it, and you moaned out against his lips. He nipped at you in response while his hands tugged at your hips, guiding you to grind down into him. As you did, he pushed his own hips up into you, leaning back to watch how your body responded to the friction. He bit his lower lip as he watched your eyes slip closed, your grip tightening on his hair as he used his hands to control a few more rolls of your hips. The friction was dizzying for the both of you, and a groan slipped from Kazutora’s own throat.
Every touch from you sent jolts of electricity through Kazutora, it always did. You brought him so much comfort, comfort he thought he'd never know. He still sometimes felt like this was a dream he was having, something that he'd cruelly wake up from some day. But you were here with him and it was so real. You were his, and he was utterly and irrevocably yours. He let his eyes fall shut as you rolled your hips together, his face burying back into the side of your neck. He inhaled the sweet scent of your skin, and savoured how your hands felt in his hair. He loved you so much, and he had every intention of showing you that, of making you feel it, right here in the back of his car. You felt as his hands slid up your back once more, his warm palms, a little bit rough, pressing ever so slightly into your muscles in a way that made you sigh out his name in a dreamy tone. He made light work of the clasp of your bra, slipping it off your frame carefully, as if you were made of some incredibly delicate material. You couldn't help but blush at the way his eyes combed over your body, your hands moving somewhat reflexively to cover your chest up. You could see him pout slightly at this, but before you could even drop your hands yourself, he took them in his, turning them over and pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin on your wrist. He nipped at it gently before leaning in and taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his wet tongue gliding over it before sucking softly. He was still holding your hands in his, fingers woven together as you squirmed once more in his lap, his hard cock pressing against your pussy getting harder and harder to ignore.
"Want you, handsome, please…" You mewled out desperately as he now took the nipple he'd neglected into his mouth. Your hips still moved together in perfect tandem, but you needed more, you needed him inside you. It was less about getting off, that was honestly at the back of your mind. You were just still chasing that intimacy, desperate to both reassure him of your love, and feel his for you. There was a soft pop as he released your nipple, those gorgeous topaz eyes meeting yours again, blown wide with lust and adoration. Hearing you call him handsome, the way your smaller hands squeezed his so tight, there was no way he could tell you no. There was no universe he could imagine where he wouldn't want to bury himself inside you at any opportunity you gave him. His hands found your waist and held you steady as you stood yourself up, hastily removing your pants and underwear, before you just as quickly undid his jeans and tugged them down along with his boxers. As his cock sprang free, your body practically ached to be touching his again. You could see the precum glistening on his tip as you lined him up with your dripping hole, soaring little time as you sank back down onto him, the lewd sounds of your plush, slicked walls sucking him in filling the car. You couldn't take your eyes off him as he started to slowly thrust up into you, head leaned back, the dark inked tiger on his neck contrasting against the rest of his skin bathed in moonlight. God, he was majestic. And he was all yours. You gathered his hair in your hands, gripping it just ever so slightly as you started to roll your hips to match the slow, but steady rhythm he had set.
You rested your forehead against his, moans and whimpers from both of you filling the little love-bubble you had created now in the back seat, so caught up in eachother there may as well have only been just you two on the earth. With the windows now fogged up from the eager panting, the outer world truly didn't exist. It was just you and him, looking at each other with lovesick eyes. The pace was still slow, but he angled his hips just right, he knew your body like the back of his hand at this point.
"You- fuck- you feel so good baby.." The pleasure made his voice quiver as he rocked his hips up deep into you, his arms wrapped so tight around your waist, keeping you right where he wanted you, and right where you needed to be. Your own thoughts were hazy, the steady drag of his cock against your walls, the way he hit that all important spot inside you with every single movement of his hips, the only thing you could think about was him, and how much you adored him.
"M-more, Tora.. fuck- please, baby.. give me more" Your grip on his hair tightened as you spoke, you could feel that warmth growing inside of you already. Your pleas drew a whine from within Kazutora's throat, and he was more than happy to indulge you, his hips now rutting up into you faster, the sweat now glistening on his chest.
"Ha, fuck- Tora, baby, yes! That's it, right there!" Your praise was like music to his ears, and it took everything for him not to just cum right then and there, but he wasn't done with you yet, he wasn't going to be satisfied until you were seeing stars. One hand now held your hip tight while the other slipped between your bodies, pressing his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight, steady circles onto the sensitive bundle. Shit, you were fucking soaked for him.
"Cum for me, love. Please- ah- fucking cum on my cock." He couldn't help the way he whimpered as you sucked him in, the squeeze of your cunt was just addictive to him, there was no way in hell he'd ever get tired of it.
You felt yourself come undone around him, thighs trembling as you clutched at his bi-coloured locks, bouncing on his length desperately as you sought to ride through your orgasm, clutching him tight to your chest as you did, words of praise and confessions of love tumbling from your lips without any inhibitions or thought. It drove him crazy, his hands now gripping the fat of your ass as the snap of his hips grew more desperate, not even for himself, but just to give you more. He adored you so much, and if he couldn't always vocalise that, couldn't always find the words with enough depth, he was gonna make you feel it, every last bit. With what was basically expert precision, and the knowledge he took in every time he'd made love to you, it took almost no time at all for him to get you back to the edge again. His lips on that sweet spot of your neck, thumb still working your now slightly aching clit just the way he knew you loved it, cock hitting all the right angles, Kazutora played you perfectly, and you could swear in that moment, you were made for each other from the very beginning. You could feel the tell tale signs of his own end too, the way the kisses on your skin turned into animalistic bites, the thrusts of his hips starting to get ever so slightly erratic. But most importantly, the "baby's" and "loves" had become breathy gasps of your name, followed by curses and whines. Desperately, you tugged his head from your neck by strands of hair now damp with sweat, holding him to look at you.
"Cum for me, Tora-ah! Need to feel it." Your toes curled as you spoke, back arching as you fought back your own orgasm, wanting to fall over the edge with him this time. And he knew that was exactly what was happening, because a few short thrusts later, he was giving you what you wanted, burying himself deep inside you and pulling your hips right into him and he shot his load deep inside you, strong hands rocking you against him to give you the friction you needed to follow him. You felt yourself let go, gushing around him as your whole body trembled, letting yourself fall into his chest as his guiding you through, too fucked out at this point to do it all on your own. Your knuckles were white as you gripped his hair in your fist, but he didn't care. All that meant was he could feel how good he made you feel, and that was just as rewarding to him as getting to cum in your perfect pussy.
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As you both tried to steady your breathing, you nuzzled your nose against Kazutora's temple, peppering his cheek with soft little kisses. He couldn't stop the smile spreading across his lips as he caressed your back, still rising and falling harshly. He was pretty sure his cheeks would have flushed if he wasn't already red faced as he felt tears well in his eyes. How could he ever have doubted your love? He quickly ducked his face down into the crook of your neck to hide the tears, pressing soft kisses to your skin.
"I love you, Tora." You murmured quietly, your heaving breaths had now become soft pants through your nose.
"I know." He whispered, "I love you too."
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#*takes glasses off and brushes hand down face*#listen-#after my 56th pause- LOL#i love the way you write him!!#so sexy!!#i could see the whole setup in my mind and -💦💦#(cum in me tora)#THIS WAS HOT#also loving!! (i'm a sucker for marriage fics)#kazutora hanemiya#hanemiya kazutora#kazutora x reader smut#kazutora x reader#kazutora smut#tokrev kazutora#tokyo rev x reader#blood.type🅰️🩸#haruwuchiyoo🩸#blood.bank🩸
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A Taste For You | Sugar Daddy!Kazutora
Kazutora Hanemiya was just out of prison when Shuji Hanma greeted him at the gate to offer him a... Business opportunity. Now, they're making money hand over bloody fist, and Kazutora wants only to give it to you and keep you safe. From everyone besides himself, that is.
a/n: My part of the @sleepysnk Sugar Daddy Collab! An excuse to write an AU with a mature, rich boy Kazutora? Yes please. 😏 This is probably atrociously self indulgent but IT'S AN AU OKAY? Also, not proofread. If google docs didn't catch it, how could I 😔
Word Count: 9.8K (i'm very normal about him)
CW: AFAB fem described reader, implied age gap (reader is early 20s, Kazutora is late 20s), mentions of abuse, violence (not toward reader), choking, biting, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (Kitten/sweetheart)
Do you wanna see how far it goes?
Do you wanna test me now, my love?
You must be crazy if you think that I will give in so easily
Things we buried low
Coming to the surface now, my love
You must be crazy if you think that I will give up the game
divider by @benkeibear!
Your ex had always been a jerk, but one night six months ago, he finally took it too far. You had gone out with him and his friends to a nice club that you’d never been to, your ex only agreeing to go somewhere so pricey because his friends insisted. He’d made a pretty big deal before you left the house about the fact you’d be paying for your own drinks. You put on a nice dress, to ensure you looked the part to be in a club in that part of town. You’d spent extra time doing your hair and makeup, all while your ex berated you because you were going to cause him to be late, even though you were ready well before you had to leave. “That dress is pretty short..” Your ex said with a tone you were all too familiar with as he eyed you by the door while you checked your bag to make sure you had everything you needed. It was a tone of disapproval. “You said that about every single dress I tried on.” You sighed as you grabbed your coat. You knew this was a bad sign, if he was already being like this, it would get worse around his friends and after he’d had a few drinks.
The club was busy, and the music was loud. You stood near a table with your then-boyfriend and his friends, bored out of your mind as he treated you like you weren’t even there while he and his buddies got sloppy drunk. Why had he even brought you? He didn’t want to dance, and you weren’t allowed to go dance without him. “Not when you’re dressed like a whore” as he’d so kindly put it, elbowing one of his friends and laughing as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Now, you leaned with one of your elbows resting on the table, swirling your drink in your hand, staring into the glass as the ice shifted around with a sigh. It was then things took a crazy turn. A passing stranger accidentally bumped your hip where you were slightly hunched over as he tried to get by. “Shit, my bad.” The man said, placing a hand on your shoulder to steady you. “Oh, it’s cool, I was totally spaced out anyway.” You turned slightly and offered him a smile as made his way back into the thrum of people as he finally passed.
That was it, a small interaction with someone you barely even registered in your brain, but when you turned your attention back to your boyfriend, you could tell he was seeing red. “Seriously?” He slurred slightly, a scowl on his face. You clambered over the last interaction in your head. You hadn’t done a thing, but you could feel the panic rise in your chest as you knew you were about to get chewed out, definitely loudly, in a crowd of people. That’s what you thought, at least. “I’m sor-” You couldn’t even finish the word before your ex tossed his drink over you, the smell of vodka hitting your nose as the liquid crashed against your chest, neck and the lower part of your face. You just about heard your ex and his friends burst out laughing before the ringing in your ears started, mortified as people around you turned to see what had happened.
The shame had just started to cause the threat of tears to sting your eyes before your ex was caught by the back of his shirt, a flurry of black and gold all you could catch as he was dragged through the crowd towards the exit. Around the same time, a bouncer had grabbed your shoulder gently and was ushering you away from your ex’s friends, who were looking after you like this was all your fault. He led you through the crowd, head’s turning to watch you being escorted away to what appeared to be an office, though it was a lot larger than any office you’d ever seen. It had the standard office items, a computer, a desk, filing cabinets. But there was a small, private bar, some plush black couches, and some impressive art on the walls. “Here.” The bouncer’s voice was gruff as he held you out a towel, which you took gratefully, mopping at your chest. “Our boss wants to talk to you, but you’ll need to just wait a few minutes, he’s just… taking care of some business.” Oh my god. You wanted the ground to swallow you up right then and there. The owner of the club wanted to talk to you? You spent your time waiting rehearsing your apology, trying your best to clean yourself up, dabbing lightly at your face. You’d never been more glad your boyfriend drank vodka on the rocks. He only drank it to seem cool to his friends, it was pretty obvious he clearly couldn’t hold his liquor. So now you stank of spirits, but at least you weren’t sticky. You fished in your bag for a hair tie, using a small mirror on the wall to tie your hair up in a way that looked somewhat presentable.
“You spend a lot of time dating absolute scumbags, or…?” The voice from behind you was pretty soft, though you could hear the smirk before you even saw his face. You couldn’t help but jump a little at his sudden appearance, spinning on your heels. He was younger than you expected, though definitely older than you, you would have guessed late twenties. His mostly dark hair was pulled back into a casual ponytail, a smattering of blond strands joining them, a few more falling into his face. He looked at you with striking eyes, a pale brown that almost seemed golden, unlike anything you’d seen before. His gaze was intense at first, it almost felt like his eyes were going to bore a hole right through you. When your eyes actually met, however, they quickly softened and warmed as he took a step towards you from the doorway. Something clicked in your head as he sauntered confidently towards you. He wore a silky black and gold shirt, it looked expensive, Versace if you had to guess. You remembered the blur of what must have been this shirt over your exes shoulder.
“I’m so sorry” You blurted out, your planned apology falling from your head the closer this man got to you. This caused him to pause, eyebrows knitting together in confusion as he tilted his head. As he did, you heard a little jingle, from what appeared to be a bell shaped drop earring, hanging from his right ear. “Why are you of all people apologising?” His voice was sincere, cocking an eyebrow as he gazed down at you, that intense quality returning to his eyes, it sent a slight shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help but realise you were alone in a room with an older man you didn’t know. Albeit an incredibly handsome older man, you noted, now that he was closer. His silky shirt was unbuttoned just to below his chest, and you could now clearly see what was a beautiful, ornate black tiger tattoo on the side of his throat, that seemed to disappear onto his shoulder under the shirt. He was gorgeous, no doubt about it. Stupidly, you thought, you could get over the stranger danger when the stranger looked like this.
“Kazutora. Hanemiya Kazutora,” His voice was confident, that strange intensity in his eyes that made you feel like a deer caught in headlights dissipating one again, softening as he offered you a hand. “Though, anyone who gets a drink thrown in their pretty face in my club can call me Tora.” You felt your cheeks burn at the driveby compliment, and you were almost certain you heard him exhale quietly from his nose in amusement. “I’m y/n, I really am so sorry for the trouble, Tora.” You said, quickly taking his hand in yours. His palms had a rough quality to them, his large hands easily encasing yours. You noticed his knuckles were grazed and slightly swollen, a few traces of what was obviously dried blood between his fingers. You’d come to find out later that the blood had been from your ex, who Kazutora had “taught a little lesson in respect” to in the alley behind the club. The sight at the time unnerved you slightly, though you knew better than to question it. He caught your lingering gaze and released your hand, placing his hands into the pockets of his perfectly tailored slacks. “Didn’t I just say you had nothing to apologise for, sweetheart?” He shook his head, one hand leaving his pocket with a dismissive wave of his hand, the kind smile still on his lips. “I’ll forgive you if you promise to dump that jackass.”
You were about to respond, telling him you were more than ready to do that anyhow, before another voice sounded out over Kazutora’s shoulder from the doorway. “Kazutora.” You didn’t even need to look around the man in front of you’s frame to see the tall figure who lingered in the entrance to the room. He sported two toned black and blond hair as well, though his was cut short at the sides, with longer tresses falling to the sides of his face, over circular rimmed glasses, an impossible to read expression on his face, a stoic mask. Bored. You could see Kazutora lick over his top teeth, eyes rolling just ever so slightly. “I’ll be right there, Shuji.” There was a hint of irritation in his voice as he gave a tired sigh, shoulders dropping slightly. “No rest for the wicked. Listen,” As he spoke, the hand in his pocket fished out a white business card, the back of which was embossed with the same black tiger that adorned his neck. “Give me a call, and I’ll make sure to set you and your friends up with a VIP spot next time, don’t want your only memory of this place to be a bad one. One of my guys will drive you home, for the inconvenience.” His eyes lingered on you intently as you took the card from between his ringed fingers, turning it over to look at his number. He gave you one final cheery smile, accompanied by a tilt of his head, and turned on the heels of dress shoes, and left the room with the other male, uttering something inaudible to him, but you could hear his bemusement. You were left standing there, dumbstruck at the interaction with this charismatic stranger. You were sure you would have forgotten completely about your ex if the smell of vodka hadn’t lingered so heavily on your skin.
One of his men had driven you home as Kazutora had promised, and you were almost embarrassed as you were dropped off outside your crummy apartment in such a fancy car. You were surprised, but relieved to see you had no texts or missed calls from your ex once you had showered and changed. Feeling somewhat emboldened, you sent a text of your own as you settled into your bed.
“We’re done, I’ll put your shit in boxes outside in the hall. Don’t knock, don’t call. Put the key under the mat.”
You were pretty proud of yourself as you lay your head down on your pillow. You had expected to be sadder, but letting him go had never felt easier. You fell asleep quicker than you had in a long time, out almost as soon as your head hit your pillow. That night, your dreams were awash with black and gold, and the tinkling of a bell.
The next day, you set to packing your ex’s things up immediately after your breakfast. It wasn’t much, all of it fitting into a single box, and for the first time, the sadness hit you. Not because the relationship was over, but because a year of your life was lost to someone like him. A year together, and you had a small box of possessions mostly left here by mistake, a testament to how little a place you held in his life. You wouldn’t miss him, not really. You were disappointed in yourself more than anything, having put up with his shit for so long. All that was left was the key to his place, something you’d had to fight him to get, while he had demanded a key to yours. You grabbed your bag from where you’d dumped it on the floor last night, reaching in to grab your keychain. As you did, your fingers brushed against card. In one hand, you held your keys, in the other, the little square business card with the black tiger. You chewed on your lip as you thought about it. Were you really going to call him? It almost felt silly, you were sure it was just business, saving face for the sake of reputation. Still, you couldn’t get him out of your head. Those eyes. That ardent, golden brown gaze. You glanced over at your clock. 1pm. That felt like a reasonable time? You grabbed your phone and typed in the number on the card and hit ‘call’ before you could talk yourself out of it.
The ringing felt like an eternity, and you thought about hanging up. He probably won’t even answer, you told yourself as you fiddled with your keychain, working your ex’s key off the ring. “Hello?” A voice sounded from the other end of the line. His tone was a lot more formal now, but it was definitely him. You hesitated momentarily, suppressing a nervous squeak from escaping your throat at the sound of his voice. “Hi, Kazutora? It’s y/n, from last night? You may remember me from getting a drink thrown in my face.” You gave an awkward laugh at your little joke, embarrassed by the way your voice shook slightly and betrayed your nerves. Silence, for a moment at least, until you heard a chuckle through the speaker. “I thought I told you to call me Tora.” He said, that relaxed tone from last night seeping into his voice. You couldn’t help but smile as you tossed your ex’s key into the box.
You’d visited Kazutora’s club again a few nights later after you called with your friends, and he was true to his word. He put you all up in a VIP booth, and left you all stunned when he said he’d foot your bill, your friends nudging you with their elbows and giggling when he left your table. “Ooooh, he must like you!” They teased as you hissed at them to shush, insisting he was just being polite. But something about the way he’d stopped by throughout the night, placing a warm hand on your shoulder as he checked in to make sure you were all enjoying yourselves, the way his eyes would linger on you after you’d assure him that you were, left you hoping that they were right. You visited a couple more times with your friends, Kazutora always adamant that he would cover your costs. The hand placed gently on your shoulder eventually turned into a squeeze, then to two hands lingering on the curves of either side of your neck, a ringed thumb barely stroking over your spine in a way that sent delicious jolts of electricity down your spine. You’d keep in contact between visits, calls and texts, telling him things about your life when he asked, happy to let you vent about your job, or listen to you talk about hobbies and interests.
Still, you were left reeling the first time Kazutora invited you to come alone, approaching his personal booth with your heart beating so fast you felt like it might burst out of your chest. When you finally laid your eyes on him, you were surprised to see he was already looking at you, his eyes fixed on yours as you approached. He got to his feet as you neared, sauntering over to you in his relaxed manner. “Hi K-.. Tora.” His lips tugged up into a smirk, clearly pleased at you remembering all on your own for once. Usually, he’d have to correct you once, at the very least. “Good job, sweetheart. Thank you for coming.” His voice was low, there was no way you would have heard it over the buzz of the people around you if he wasn’t standing so close. His head tilted in a way you had grown accustomed to as he looked over your face, taking you in, the bell that hung from his ear chiming slightly. He reached up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear before taking your hand and leading you into his booth. As he took his seat, he pulled you down beside him, tucking you into his side before his arm came around the back of the booth behind your neck, fingertips dancing over the exposed skin of your shoulder. His boldness enraptured you, the warmth that radiated from him seemed to seep into your very soul, and you actually felt yourself relax into his side.
A few other unfamiliar men sat around the booth, some also had girls with them, at their sides, some in their laps. Kazutora didn’t introduce you to them, not that you cared. Clearly, these were business associates from what you could gather from the occasional context clues. You essentially were arm candy right now, but you certainly didn’t mind, flattered that Kazutora wanted you in his presence at all. The only familiar face that you did recognise, was that of Shuji Hanma, who you’d learned was in some way Kazutora’s business partner. He regarded you briefly when you first sat down with a small nod of his head, offering you the shortest of gazes with his signature unimpressed look, before quickly returning his attention to the conversation the men were having. Your own attention returned to Kazutora, who was having a particularly animated discussion with the man seated across from him, the details of which were lost on you however, as you quickly found yourself swept up in his features, the way his jaw flexed as he listened before his brow would furrow in frustration as he barked something back. His hair, pulled back into the usual relaxed messy, loose bun, the free few stray hairs that framed his face. And as always, his damn eyes. Even now, despite the fact they were fixed ahead you still felt like he was watching you in his peripheries. Though you could sense his irritation with this person, his touch on your shoulder remained constant and soft, tender even. At some point, Tora had slipped a drink into your hand, a smooth motion that you hadn’t even noticed, he must have done it without taking pause from his heated discussion. You took a sip from the glass, flattered that he’d remembered your choice in beverage, humming slightly as it slid down your throat. Kazutora’s hand moved from your shoulder to the curve of your neck in response, rolling his eyes at whatever discussion it was you had tuned out. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip, giddy that despite being busy, you still had a decent bit of his attention.
Faces came and went throughout the night, no one really standing out or memorable, but you were rarely alone with Tora in the booth. Though that didn’t stop him from firing off a couple of flirtatious remarks or jokes in a whisper, the way his breath tickled your earlobe and the purr of his voice so close to your ear causing you to press your thighs together. The more buzzed you both got, the bolder he’d get, his lips would brush off your ear, and his hand, which had moved from your shoulder, now rested on your thigh, and slid higher and higher, until it was now grazing the hem of your dress, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. This caused an almost uncomfortable heat in your core, and you tried your hardest not to squirm under his hands. You were so caught up in staying still, in not making your want obvious, that you didn’t notice it was just you and Kazutora in the booth until he hauled you into his lap, your thighs either side of his legs. You grabbed the hem of your dress,tugging it down a little, desperate to preserve some modesty, preventing it from riding too high up. “Finally,” Kazutora sighed. “I’ve been waiting to do this all night.” Your heart fluttered in your chest, which was flush to his. The fact that he wanted you sat pretty in his lap like this was almost too much to bear, and you felt dizzy with delight. “Oh really?~” You slipped your hands around his neck, surprised at your own boldness, but his hands on the outside of your thighs, slipping under the hem of your dress eased any anxiety you had about appearing too eager. Kazutora hummed in response, watching you with those deep eyes. His gaze always felt so.. Intense. Like there was something behind his eyes, and it made you equal parts curious, and nervous.
“So,” As he spoke, his fingers rubbed small circles into your skin. “Has he returned your key?” Kazutora raised a brow, head tilting slightly as he watched you, as if he was reading you like a book, making sure you were telling the truth. A soft chime ringing from his earring with the movement from his head. You fidgeted in his lap, your fingers fiddling with a strand of his hair you had wound around your finger tip, and you could tell he already knew your answer when you saw a twitch of anger in his eye. “No… I’ll probably have to change the locks. He’s still making my life difficult in his own special way.” You gave a defeated sigh, knowing you’d have to budget for this. Your ex had collected his things without incident, but hadn’t left your key. You’d sent him another text, reminding him, but he hadn’t responded. Your mistake had been letting slip to Kazutora that through word of mouth from mutual friends, you had heard there had been some threats of violence from your ex. While you were certain it was all talk, you had admitted to Kazutora you were feeling less safe in your apartment. Kazutora didn’t tell you, but he felt guilty, knowing he probably hadn’t helped the situation when he dragged your ex behind the club and broke his nose for treating you the way he had in his club. He couldn’t stand men like that. They reminded him of his own dad. He didn’t think it through at the time, didn’t consider the fallout that could come your way, he’d just seen red and acted. He’d watched his dad humiliate his mother so many times, and he’d sworn to himself he’d never just stand by and watch abusive shit like that happen to anyone ever again. He knew your ex was a coward when after one punch, he was begging Kazutora to back off. Big man, can’t pick fights with someone his own size. Typical, Kazutora had thought to himself as he rained punch after punch down onto your ex's face.
“Is changing your locks enough?” His voice was soft, his thumb dragging over the top of your thigh. Something in Kazutora’s voice seemed.. Off as he spoke. Like he was already leading somewhere, but you didn’t know where. “Well, it’s going to have to be, I can’t afford to move right now. Changing the locks on top of rent this month..” You trailed off, the topic killing your buzz a little, even if Kazutora’s concern had warmed your heart. Silence hung between you momentarily, Kazutora’s eyes seeming unresponsive as he appeared to be thinking about something. You were just about to call out to him, change the subject when his eyes seemed to refocus on you as he spoke up, “Let me set you up with a new place.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shaking your head. “Okay, paying for my drinks is one thing, but getting me an apartment, that’s some crazy sugar daddy shit.” You were still laughing when your eyes met his again, but he wasn’t laughing. He was wearing that deadpan expression he often wore, waiting for you to put the pieces together yourself. As you did, your own laughter tapering out. “Wait, you’re serious?”
Oh, he was serious. You were really unsure at first. A sugar daddy? It seemed crazy, something that only happened in movies, but if there was one thing you learned about Kazutora, it's that he was relentless. If he’d set his mind on it, come hell or high water, he was following through, getting his way. Within a few days, he’d had you convinced, and not long after that, he had you moving into a new apartment, spacious and modern, on a high floor in a building near his club, saying he liked having you close by. This was a little over 4 months ago now. You’d since settled into your apartment, and your new life. You and Kazutora weren’t dating. He’d made that clear to you. Not for his sake, but yours. He said you were free to go on dates, hook up with people, whatever you wanted. All he wanted was for you to stay in his life, to protect you. And, evidently, spoil you a little on the side. You wanted for nothing, if you desired it, Kazutora provided it. When friends asked about the relationship you two had, you were transparent about your arrangement. It grew to feel less and less alien to you. You were Kazutora’s confidante, something more intimate than a friend, but not in a relationship. Occasionally, he’d let intimate details of his past slip. That he’d… killed people, and gone to prison for it. That Shuji, who Tora had been in a gang with in his youth, was the one to pick him up when he got released. It didn’t take you very long to realise the club was just a front, and that Shuji and Tora were still very much gangsters, just in a much more sophisticated and organised way. Tora was pretty careful to keep you away from that as best he could, ensuring you it was nothing you had to worry about. Still, he said, if you were worried, he could take the spare key to the apartment. For peace of mind, of course. That’s around the time things had truly changed.
It started off innocent enough. He’d drop by occasionally after the club closed, or evenings he wasn’t there himself. You’d both talk about your day, spend time just in each other's company and enjoying that. Maybe you’d sit in his lap, play with his hair at most. Eventually, this had moved onto a lot more… touching, Tora’s hands roaming your body as you talked, finding yourself distracted by the warmth. Tora had sworn to himself once he’d started bankrolling basically your entire life, he’d behave himself, not wanting you to feel pressured into anything. But the way you’d react to his touches, your body melting against his under just the touch of his palms, was so hard to resist. Eventually, on a night you’d visited him in the club, both a little buzzed, he’d walked you home, and as he stood in the doorway of your apartment, saying his goodbyes, he placed a kiss on your forehead. This wasn’t unusual, he’d done it plenty of times before. What was different was the way you hadn’t let his waist go when he pulled away. Your eyes met, and both of you felt the breath stall in your chests. Before either of you even knew it, your lips had crashed together, and you were dragging him into your apartment by the collar of his shirt. It hadn’t gone much further than that, a heated makeout session on your couch before Kazutora backed off, apologising and saying he had an early meeting and really had to go, leaving you dizzy and needy. After that, it happened a few more times, with him always finding some excuse to not take it any further. You couldn’t say it didn’t sting, you couldn’t help but feel the sting of rejection every time, but you also understood how it could complicate things. Each time it happened, the next time you saw him, it seemed like something was changing, there was a growing tiredness in his eyes. You’d question him on it now and then, and he’d always blame it on work stress.
The truth was far from that. Every time Kazutora left your apartment after these nights, something tugged at his heart. When he’d arranged all this, put you up in this apartment, his desire was to keep you safe and happy. It wasn’t about sex, or your body. He’d wanted you around. He enjoyed your company, and he enjoyed you. He found himself thinking about you almost all the time, and this is where the trouble started for him. He’d had a pretty tumultuous life, to say the least. Consistency was something he’d never truly known. The only consistency he had known, was snuffed out by his own hand, and cost him ten years of his life. He was impetuous and violent by default, much like his father before him. Besides the security of his money, what could he truly offer you? He didn’t want to lose you, but the thought of committing to something further was too much, too scary. What if he was like his father in that respect too? He'd heard his mother cry through thin walls too many times. He still heard it some nights, it haunted him like a ghost. Anything he truly let himself care about, left him with blood on his hands, destroyed with no one to blame but himself. So he’d keep you safe, by keeping you at a certain length, and provide what he was sure he could. He’d felt bad enough he’d slipped up and kissed you, letting his impulsive nature win out. After it happened once, it was hard not to seek it out again, the comfort you provided him, the way your eyes looked at him like he had never done wrong, like he could never do wrong. But he had done wrong, and in his line of work would do so many more wrongs he could never let you know about. He couldn't bear the thought of you looking at him any other way, as selfish and wrong as that was. He wanted you madly, but he knew he couldn’t take it further, he couldn’t do that to you. He wasn’t a good person. He wasn’t a safe bet. He couldn't give you the prison sentence that was him. There was so much blood on his hands that you couldn't see, but when he touched you, he could see the crimson stain you everywhere.
You hadn’t heard from him all day today. Not a single check in text, no calls. It wasn’t like him. You tossed and turned in your bed, unable to sleep. Checking your phone now and then to see if there were any notifications. Zero. Then, well past midnight, you heard a key turn in the lock of your door. It startled you at first, but soon you realised there was only one person it could be. You got to your feet, the hardwood cold on your soles, and made your way down the hall. Illuminated in just the moonlight was Tora, but he didn’t look like himself. His hair was down, hanging messily around his face, and as his eyes met yours, you could see even from a distance and only in the moonlight, they were drawn, and vacant, more like he was looking through you than at you. “Tora..?” You called out to him quietly as you approached him, eyebrows knitted together in worry. Your voice seemed to stir something in him, eyes appearing to refocus on you. “Shit, did I wake you up? I was going to stay in the spare room. Today was.. Rough. Just.. Couldn’t make it home.” His voice seemed strained, and you could tell from the way he stood, slightly slumped, that he wasn’t lying. Or at least, it was mostly the truth. Your eyes casted down slightly, catching a glimpse of bruised and swollen knuckles, like the night you'd first met him. By now, you have learned the truth, that Kazutora had broken your exes nose behind the club that night. You were furious when you found out, but Kazutora had won you back over quick enough, cooing apologies at you, giving you a lopsided that was always accompanied by the tilt of his head, a ring of his bell.
Tonight, the swollen knuckles didn't make you angry, the tired look on Kazutora's face left you with nothing but concern, a desire to comfort. Once you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his neck, frowning. A frown that hurt his heart. “Was worried about you.” You pouted up at him as you spoke, tucking the blond strands at the front of his face behind his ear. He placed his hands on your hips, pale eyes scanning your features. Those words, the way you looked up at him. Fuck it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired. He wanted your comfort. He wanted you. His lips crashed against yours in a way you were unfamiliar with, a desperation you had never felt from him before. You barely registered that the two had stumbled your way down the hall towards your room, too caught up in the way his hands roamed your body, gripping at your sides, your thighs, your ass. Once you were into your room, you both tumbled onto the bed, Kazutora lying on his back with you on top of him, knees either side of his hips. The familiar ring of an earring that had grown to stir something in your heart. His hair tumbled over your bed, black, smattered with blond, like stripes. The kiss broke momentarily and you couldn’t help but stare a little. His yellow eyes looked up at you, watching you with an intensity you knew pretty well, Kazutora always kept an eye on you when you visited the club, but they were much more obviously tinged with lust. Both of your chests were heaving. “Damn, you don’t talk to me all day and then show up in the middle of the night and drag me to bed? You really know how to keep me on my toes, Tora…” You teased, trailing your finger down the centre of his chest, exposed under his half buttoned shirt. “You were the one still up. Just saving you from the boredom, sweets.” There was a playful smugness in his voice as he admired you perched up in his lap. There was a guilt sitting in his chest, part of him telling him to back out now, to not blur the line. Good choices were never his strong suit.
"Mmm.." You purred in agreement, eyes slipping closed as the rough skin of his palms slid up your thighs, "My hero." You felt Kazutora's touch change the second the words left your lips, his hands locking your hips in an impossible grip. You were like a rabbit in the talons of a bird of prey, trapped. You opened your eyes to read Tora's face. An difficult task at the best of times, you admit. Something had changed in his eyes, they now looked glassy and vacant, far away from you and this room. Despite the lack of... Anything in his eyes, a smirk was growing across his lips. One that caused a flurry of panic to kickstart in your chest, and a chill down your spine. But.. you liked it. "Oh, a hero? 'S that what you think?" His voice was low and sardonic, and you realised you were now caught in a trap, it didn't feel like there was any correct way to answer his query. You weighed your options for a second. You leaned down, hands sliding from his chest up into his dual toned hair. You gripped it as the base of his skull, tugging his back to expose his throat to you, pressing some hot, open mouthed kisses up to his ear, nipping his lobe gently before you pleaded to him. “Save me, Tora. Please. I’m yours.” You punctuated your words with a roll of your hips down onto him, and it was pretty clear, he was more than able to give you exactly what you wanted. What you could only describe as a growl came from deep within his chest, a rich, almost velvety sound. Something near predatory in it raised the hairs on the back of your neck. Like your flight or fight response telling you to run. You ignored it. He leaned up, against the pull of your hand in his hair, his lips latching onto the sensitive curve of your neck. He bit and sucked at the skin, and you knew from his efforts, leaving a mark was very much his intention. He was marking his territory.
“Tora…” His name fell from your lips wrapped in a sigh almost reflexively. Tiger. The name fit your older companion well, you mused. Especially now. Especially this Tora, teeth on your skin, rough hands that sat huge on your frame pawing at your skin with a ferocity you hadn't felt from him before. In this moment, you were his, at his mercy. It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel Tora’s eyes watching you across a room, pools of yellow brown zeroed in on you like a big cat watching its prey, anything else of little concern to him. And in all honesty, there wasn’t a more righteous end you could possibly think of right now then being devoured by your tiger. The thought made you ache, pressing your hips down onto the stiff bulge in his pants, desperate for any kind of friction. His hips bucked in response, but his focus was still on your neck, moving onto another spot, the one before it bruised, deep shades of purple and red mingling together on your skin. You felt like you’d unleashed something, something feral, all by offering yourself up to him on a platter.
He continued his heated open mouthed assault on your neck as his hands slid up your hips and grasped the ends of the old oversized t-shirt you had warn to bed. Between sloppy kisses along the front of your throat now, he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it across the room. He sat you both up as his lips found yours again, his hands roving up your sides until he reached your breast. He kneaded them with his palms, and as you mewled out against his lips, his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples. "Tora.. please. I want you." You hated to break the kiss, you could kiss him until he sucked all the oxygen from your lungs, and you'd thank him for it with your last breath, but your body ached for him in a way you didn't know it could for another person. It was almost like a homesickness, even though he was right here in front of you, yellow eyes looking at you like you were the only thing in his world that meant anything at all. You gazed down to the hands on your chest, silver rings glistening in the moonlight that reflected in through the large windows of your room, bruised and grazed knuckles contrasted by your soft, supple skin. You take one of his hands in both of yours, kissing his knuckles gently, a featherlight kiss to each one, before guiding his hand down your body, pressing two of his fingers against your soaked underwear, desperate for him to touch you in places he hadn't yet adventured. He watched it all, his breath catching in his chest at your tender display of affection towards him. As you watched his slender fingers start to rub slow, purposeful circles against your clit, you almost felt dizzy with euphoria, his touch was divine to you. Your eyes were half lidded as watched, but suddenly, a hand wrapped around your throat and tilting your head up pulled you from your trance. "Look at me, keep your eyes on mine." His voice was firm, demanding, his eyes blown wide with lust. You felt your cheeks burn slightly as the eye contact washed over you. It was intimate, raw. Nothing like you'd experienced with him before. His fingers still worked deftly over the fabric of your panties, and you mewled and purred at him, begging for more contact, drowning in yellow topaz hues.
He didn't take his eyes off you for even a second as he slipped his fingers beneath your panties. You could see him shudder briefly as he felt the heat radiate from your core, lips parting to give a soft sigh as his finger slipped between your folds, your wetness coating his skin like a liquid silk. The hand holding your throat flexed before it tightened on the sides of your neck, only a light pressure, but enough to send bolts of electricity through your body. "Fuck, you're so wet, kitten.." Your hips bucked as he slid a finger into you, a soft moan from each of you mingling together in the empty space between you, eyes still locked together, neither of you daring to look away in case you missed anything, any reaction you gave each other. Kazutora used his purchase on your neck to pull your face closer, your forehead resting against his, noses brushing, eyes drawn even deeper into his. You wanted so badly to kiss him as his finger pumped in and out of you, at a pace so slow it was almost maddening, but his hand on your throat wouldn't allow you to push forward. He saw the frustrated furrow of your brow, and a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "I'm sorry baby, I just can't miss a single one of these pretty faces you're making for me." He murmured softly, and as if to prove a point, added a second finger inside you, curling up to find that all important spot, more pressure added around your neck. It was intoxicating. Your head swirled, eyes slipping closed as you called out his name, as if to prove to yourself that this was really him, that this was a real and tangible moment, and not some fantasy. "I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me." His voice felt far away, but even through the fuzziness in your head, you recognized the scolding tone.
His fingers quickened, sliding in and out of you with the utmost ease now that you were absolutely dripping for him, the sound of your walls squelching at his intrusion would be embarrassing if you weren't focused on desperately rutting against his hand, one of your hands now pawing at your own clit needing more, eyes looking at Tora's, unfocused and panting. His eyes took in everything, the way your lashes fluttered, the way your mouth looked as you had no choice but to swallow some of your moans, the way your lip quivered while you whimpered for him. He couldn't get enough, he didn't want to stop seeing you like this. Though his cock ached in his pants, longing for nothing more than to be buried inside your plush warm walls, he wanted to ring every other ounce of pleasure out of you first. He felt like he'd owed you, stumbling out of your apartment so many nights leaving the two of you both breathless and yearning. He'd gone home so many nights and fucked his own fist thinking of you. Had you done the same, lying in this bed, pretending your fingers were his, writhing on this bed calling out for him? The thought of you doing so made his dick twitch, but also made him feel so guilty he'd left you so neglected. His eyes casted down to watch as you rubbed circles over your clit, biting down on his lip as you squirmed and whined for him. "Cum for me baby, please. Look me in the eye and cum for me." It might have sounded like a request, but there was a very soft demand to his voice. A few more rocks of your hips into his hand, and you were falling completely apart in his lap, creaming on his fingers as you did. At the same time, he released the grip on your neck, the bloodrush paired with the way his fingers moved to ride you through your orgasm, to see it through, was an ecstasy that brought slight tears to your eyes. He watched the pleasure dance in your eyes before your head fell back, his name tumbling from your lips, competing with moans and pants, but he heard his name loud and clear. Kazutora. Usually he'd scold you for using his full name, he preferred when you called him Tora, but wrapped up in your dulcet tones, he wanted nothing more than to hear every syllable. The love bites head left on your neck left him preening. There'd be so many more by the end of the night.
You felt floaty as you came down from your high, your hand on your clit had now slipped down to palm as his cock, while your other one, still tangled in his hair from earlier, tugged his head back once more and you were quick to balance the scales, your own teeth catching the flesh under his jaw, sucking a deep purple bruise of your own into his skin. The groan your actions pulled from him was delectable, the sound cut off with a hissed out “Shit.” Your kisses and bites were feverish, now that he’d made you cum with his fingers, you greedily wanted more. Kazutora pulled his fingers from you, taking a moment to watch the way your wetness glistened on his fingers in the moonlight, before he slid them into his mouth, licking his fingers clean, another groan as he savoured your taste on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so sweet.” If you weren’t already red faced from coming undone in Kazutora’s lap just moments ago, your cheeks would be on fire right now, watching Kazutora suck every last trace of you from his hand. He was quick to pull you into a sloppy, open mouthed kiss the second he had his fingers out of his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. As he pulled away again, he made sure to catch your lower lip between his teeth, giving it a quick tug. "Tastes good, right? But…" Before he finished his sentence, he turned, dropping you onto your back onto your pillows. "I need a little more." You gave a plaintive whine, shutting your legs and drawing your knees up towards your body. You could tell he was enjoying toying with you, but you were so desperate to just have him completely.
As you watched him unbutton his white shirt. It wasn't until now you'd noticed what looked to be a misting of blood on the front of his shirt, barely there in the moonlight, but looking at the smooth skin of his now exposed torso, you knew it wasn't his. You shuddered slightly, and Kazutora cocked a brow at you as he rolled up his sleeves. “You alright, sweetheart?” You were quick to nod, not wanting to leave this perfect bubble of a moment, not wanting to give him an opportunity to get skittish. A little huff sounded from his nose, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he placed two hands on your knees. “Good. Now…” Rough thumbs brushed over the skin of the inside of your knees, before sliding down your thighs. “Open up for me.” He might have been giving you a command, but the grasp of his hands on your thighs was evidence enough that he’d spread you easily himself if you argued with him. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin of your thigh, before two fingers hooked the soaked crotch of your panties, sliding them down your thighs with little effort. Once he had them off, he was quick to reposition himself between your thighs, laying on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. You felt bare, and the way his gaze lingered on your pussy made you squirm, with a lewd embarrassment, and a deep need. As you did, exposed forearms hooked under your legs, his slender fingers gripping the front of your thighs, the silver rings that adorned some of his fingers glinting in the moonlight. He used his hold to tug you down the bed towards him, causing you to yelp. Kazutora couldn’t help but chuckle, you were so cute it killed him. “No need to be scared, Kitten. I don’t bite.” You could hear the deviance in his voice as he turned his head, nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Much.” Before you could scold him, he quickly leaned in and captured your clit in his mouth, causing your back to arch off the bed, the sting of his teeth on your thigh still lingering on your thigh as his tongue lapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves. It was like he was kissing your mouth, his tongue smoothing over, tender and tentative, and it practically robbed you of the air in your lungs.
Looking at him, this… expensive looking man between your thighs, he was a sight to behold. Black and blond hair spilling over his shoulders, tickling at your thighs, the cool steel of his Rolex on your outer thigh, his shirt loosely hanging on his torso, he was so powerful… and it was like he was bowing to you. It made your heart race. “Tora…” You sank into the bed, your hands tangling into his hair, pushing him closer. Your approval was all he needed, and he groaned against you, the vibration sending waves through your body, causing your toes to curl. He ate you like he was starving, like you were his last meal, his tongue working over every single bit of you. You could tell he was just as caught up as you were, holding your thighs so tight in some desperate attempt to keep him anchored to this world. If there was a heaven, he knew the closest someone like him was getting. He sucked on your clit, and the sounds he made, the soft groans, the uttered curses between feverish and eager flicks of his tongue had you feeling like some kind of divinity. You could feel that heat building in your core, the tell tale tightening of some invisible cord. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, hands occasionally tightening your grip on his hair, which you could see caused his eyebrows to furrow slightly in delight as he never relented once in his efforts to give you everything he could possibly give you. It was the second he looked up at you, those yellow eyes that resembled so closely his name sake’s, that you were doomed.
They were full of such a basic, animalistic lust, that screamed cum for me, without saying anything at all. It crashed over you like a wave, your hips would have bucked if he hadn’t had you trapped in a vice grip. It probably would have you sore in the morning, but you didn’t care. Not right now, not as your hole clenched around nothing, as your legs trembled and your eyes watered one more. “Kaz- fuh..!” You could barely form the words, your eyes unable to focus, your mind almost blanking, the only thing you could think of was how badly you wanted him. Every inch of him, over every inch of your skin. You tugged on his hair desperately, needing him close. He knew it too, quick to replace his tongue with the heel of his palm, ring and index finger slipping into you, lips meeting yours eagerly despite his own heaving chest, his lips and chin coated in your nectar. Your hips rolled up into his hand as you rode out your second orgasm, both of you sighing into each other's mouths between broken, desperate kisses. “Tora.. please…” Your voice was a soft whine, almost a breath. But he heard you. He’d hear you anywhere. “I know Kitten, I know. Gonna take good care of you.”
You couldn’t help but whine at the loss of contact from his hand, now feeling over sensitive as you still stuttered through the end of your last high, but the sound of his belt buckle coming open might as well have been music to your ears. He’d barely pushed his suit pants down before he rushed to sink himself into you, having to steady himself on the headboard behind you as he bottomed out with ease, you were so wet for him, so eager to be split in two by his thick cock. God, it felt like you were made for him, the way your walls welcomed him. As he leaned over you, your hands slid up to his torso, palms pressed flat to his shoulders. His free hand grasped your thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist. Slowly, he started to rock his hips into yours, testing the pace, savouring the squeeze of your precious cunt around him. He knew he had to pace himself, or he’d be cumming in you in no time at all, and he wasn’t ready for that, to go back to a world where there were more people on the planet than just the two of you. He was drunk on you, and had no intention of sobering up yet. He bit down hard on his lower lip as he watched where he disappeared into you over and over, the sounds your pretty hole made as you took each thrust had him giddy.
You just gazed up at him with reverence, his hair a mess, sticking to his face. His shirt slipped off his shoulder to show that black tiger inked into his skin, his yellow eyes heavy hooded and blissful. He was fucking beautiful. His expensive cologne mingling with the smell of sex in the air just left you completely wrapped up in him, and you thought back to your offering. Save me. He had. You had never felt safer than wrapped around this man with bruised knuckles and a shirt that bore the blood of another man. You were his, you could only ever be his. In a move that almost felt like he was in your head, which you wouldn’t have doubted at this point, he dropped down, burying his face into your neck, teeth once more securing another mark into your skin. You mewled out for him, tilting your head away to give him more room, more canvas to write love letters on your skin, and the gesture caused him to thrust deeper into you, his breath hot on your neck as he panted out praises. “You take me so well, Kitten. You look so fucking beautiful on this cock. You’re all fucking mine.” Your nails dug into his back as he continued his ramblings of so many sweet things you’d longed to hear for so long, to feel him at your fingertips, to prove this was real. The drag down his back caused him to lean his head back, muscles flexing under your touch as he hissed out through gritted teeth. He sat back a bit, scooping both of your legs up by the backs of your knees, resting them on his shoulders as he leaned over you once more, knees practically pressing to your chest.
His hands gripped your hips once more, thrusting into you at a cruel pace, the tip of his cock buried so deep in you it took your breath. He balanced himself on one hand as the other found its way between your thighs, thumb rubbing circles into your sensitive, swollen clit. “Hah- Kazu-!” You could feel that build again, but this time it almost hurt, the contact causing your thighs to twitch and tremble already. “ ‘M so close, baby. You’ve got one more in y’ for me don’t ya? Gonna cum with your Tiger?” Your Tiger. His own words. He was yours. You were his. Tears swelled in your eyes once more, and all you could do was nod frantically, babbling and whining out strangled variations of his name, unable to form anything actually coherent. His eyes met yours as your body gave into him, those topaz eyes like the glow of a safe harbour in a storm, and you saw stars. The sight was too much for Kazutora, who’s hips stuttered before he banked himself right against you, cumming deep inside you with a whine of your name, the surprising tenderness of it almost too much for your heart to bear. The tears now spilled down your cheeks, and Kazutora was quick to let your legs fall to either side of his hips as he captured you in a deep kiss, cupping both sides of your face in his hands, lazy rolls of his hips ensuring you saw this out together.
After some more kisses, a lot of light touches and whispers of praise, Kazutora slipped out from under your sleeping form, shirt still unbuttoned, suit pants pulled up but belt still unbuckled, two toned hair a mess. He stood by your open window, and placed a cigarette between his lips. He lit it, looking out over the city, still draped in moonlight. He took a deep drag, and exhaled with a sigh when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He fished it out and checked the ID, knowing exactly who it was either way. Shuji. He stared at the device for a second, before slipping it back into his pocket. Whatever Shuji was calling about at this hour, it wasn’t good, and Kazutora would deal with the fallout of ignoring it in the morning. He was enjoying his bubble. His stupid, selfish bubble. He looked at the cigarette between his fingers, at his bruised knuckles, darker now than they had been earlier. He looked over his shoulder at your sleeping form, that he’d tucked between your sheets. He was selfish, he was impulsive. His cruel and violent hands that had touched your body so passionately had left those crimson handprints only visible to him all over your soft, supple skin.
But fuck, if you didn’t look good in red.
© haruwuchiyoo 2024 | you do not have permission to steal, repost or translate my works.
#*gasps*#SONDER I-#i love this!#you described him so sexy!!#and the inner turmoil - the emotions - everything was perf#“are you gonna cum with your Tiger?”#OMFGGG#he was so hot in this!#tokyo rev smut#SugarDaddyCollab#tokyo revengers smut#Kazutora x reader#Kazutora Hanemiya smut#kazutora x you#tokyo rev x reader#kazutora smut#blood.type🅰️🩸#haruwuchiyoo🩸#blood.bank🩸
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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 tokyo rev boys reaction to another girl flirting with them ft. manjiro sano (mikey), izana kurokawa, ken ryuguji (draken), shuji hanma, takashi mitsuya, keisuke baji, chifuyu matsuno, haruchiyo akashi (sanzu), ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata, souya kawata, hakkai shiba & wakasa imaushi.
a//n : been awhile since i did these, will continue to make tokyo rev chats in the future annd hope you enjoyyy <33
#LMAO smiley#“she'd get freaked out bc i'd be smiling the whole time” 😂#no lie i'd be freaked out if i saw him irl just smiling 🤣#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x you#tokyo rev x reader#blood.bags🩸
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⌦ APRICUS..:*♡
✴ Definition - Warmed by, having lots of sunshine, sunny
✴ Synopsis: If Seishu could describe one word that suited you, it was most definitely "apricus". You were his sunshine that always managed to warm him even in his darkest days. What happens when that sunshine suddenly disappears and becomes distant when he truly needed it?
✴ This Series Contains the Following: Female reader, childhood friends to lovers, Bonten timeline, final timeline much later, separation, canonical character death, violence, gang fights, reunion, reader is also friends with Koko, mentions of time travel, suggestive themes, angst with a happy ending
✴ Note: soooo i've been wanting to write inupi for the longest time and this happened lol. i've had so many ideas for who would fit but he was my best bet as i was inspired by an rp i did in the past ^^. while this series is not largely nsfw, i would still prefer minors to not interact, please and thank you.
✴ Tagging: @enchantedforest-network @eveningatthemoviesnetwork @thehoneypotserver
⌦ Chapters:
✴ SUNRISE . . . 1995
✴ AURORA . . . 2001
✴ NOONTIDE . . . 2003
✴ SUNSET . . . 2005
✴ TWILIGHT . . . 2008
✴ MIDNIGHT . . . 2018
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★- kazutora hanemiya
- him observing you
a/n: idc what anyone says, he definitely does this
kazutora's basically like a cat when he watches you, whenever you're doing some sort of hobby he'd sit beside you with dilated eyes and silently observe. drawing? he's watching carefully, writing? he's reading along as you go on, doing make up? you need to adjust and get used to your space being invaded cause he will not move away. even if he does get too close and you move away he'd take offence to that and just move closer.
when you're scrolling through your phone he'd sit beside you with his chin resting on your shoulder, even if you're messaging someone he'd shamelessly invade your privacy and watch you type away.
the only downside of this is that you can't tell if he's secretly judging or just admiring cause he doesn't say or do anything aside from sit closely and watch.
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#kitty tora ♡#tokyo revengers#kazutora hanemiya#kazutora#kazutora x reader#tokyo revengers x reader#kazutora headcanons#tokyo revengers kazutora#kazutora fluff#tokyo revengers fluff#blood.bags🩸
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call me or not, it's up to you.
☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.
☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader
☰ — length : 2.4k words
☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting
☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol
It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your date’s house, struggling to walk with half a heel working.
“Let’s get you out of these.” He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off.
“Remind me to never wear heels again,” you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. “I had fun tonight.”
He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Me too.” There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s get you ready for bed, alright?” He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.
“Okay.” He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.
“I’m gonna shower first, alright babe?” He said in the process of removing his shirt. “Wanna join me?”
You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. “I’m alright. You go first.”
He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if you’d join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since you’ve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. It’s always the same excuses : you’re not in the mood, or you’re too tired.
He sighed. “You sure babe?”
You’re half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, “‘m sure.” His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom.
You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.
@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man u’re with on ur story? He is CUTE!!
@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? 😢
“What story?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. “Oh fuck.”
You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. That’s tomorrow’s problem.
You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. That’s when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.
It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldn’t help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.
“Hey. It’s me. Hope I’m not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.” He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when you’d be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.
There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. “Saw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.” He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. “Kinda glad you moved on though. Thought you’d never get over me to be honest.”
“Oh fuck off,” you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you would’ve hung up or told him he’s not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?
He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice.
“You looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.” His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. “I can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he can’t handle you the way I can. He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he? Bet he’s real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.” He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. “Wanna know what I’d do if I was there with you baby?”
“...yes,” you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldn’t hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.
“Bet you do. I’ll humour you though. I’ll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till you’re begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didn’t it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?”
You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You don’t even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. You’re still young and figuring shit out, but without him you’re taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.
Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. That’s why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first you’d be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. He’d always smell like cigarettes and it should’ve disgusted you yet you couldn’t help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. You’d apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over he’d tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.
That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and you’d refuse to talk to him until he broke it first. He didn’t believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you he’s sorry and didn’t mean what he’d said.
The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. He’d teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.
The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.
“Bet you’re touching yourself right now,” he exhaled shakily. “If you’re not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?”
“Mmhmm.” Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you would’ve cared honestly. He’s not Ran, and he won’t ever be.
“Miss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesn’t deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesn’t know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? That’s what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?”
“‘M sorry,” you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ran’s fingers, or tongue, or cock. “Need you so bad Ran.”
“Man, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?” You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.
“Call me again. I miss you so much it’s crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. It’s been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you don’t hate me. You never could. That’s something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And that’s okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, I’m not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, it’s up to you.”
Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. “I love you.”
Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.
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Hey I just wanna make a quick post about "ghost readers"
I'd like to ask for ghost readers to actually engage with my post and others posts too and no I'm not talking about just reading and liking the fic you just read, I'm talking about generally commenting/rebloging the post!
And I don't need just need compliments about my fic but your thoughts too! What you liked about my story, what you think I could improve on
I had someone say to try to write more and make my fic longer! This is great feedback! And someone else said that they liked how I wrote my characters
And I don't want to sound ungrateful to those who like my post, I DO appreciate it very much! But it's more motivating when people express their opinions on my posts! And to those who reblog and comment, thank you. You are the ones who motivate writers to keep going in your communities ♡
And now to my second concern
character x oc
I don't know why people make such a fuss about X OC fics. They are still fics, just because you don't look like the oc doesn't mean you can't still read the damn story
I'm not back, nor asian or hispanic, but I still read those fics that have a race or a personal feature. Because a story is still a story. It's like watching a movie, but you're reading it. You're not in the movie or show, but you're still watching it, AND I don't wanna hear any of that. "It's not the same." IT IS THE SAME.
And It doesn't matter if the reader doesn't act like you do because everyone is different and how is the writer supposed to know how you act and talk? If you want a reader who acts like you, then write the fic your damn self.
#all of this!!#i really appreciate any engagement that I get on my fics#-but the feedback is the most valuable to me#tell me what you liked#what you didn't like#what could i improve on#did you like the plot?#us writers are STARVING for feedback and 'pt 2 pls!!' is not feedback!#blood.bags🩸
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That’s so cute 🥺
#i just-🥹🫠#why couldn't they have a happy ending dammit😭😭#tokyo revengers#tokrev#mikey sano#tokyo revengers izana#izana tokyo revengers#tenjiku#sano siblings#sano family#blood.bags🩸
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Sugar Daddy!Kokonoi Headcanons (SFW and NSFW, fem reader, oral->fem and male receiving, Bonten!Koko, public sex, hickeys)
note: I came up with this while listening to Baby By Me by 50 Cent, it just reminded me of Koko
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SFW
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who gives you an allowance that's the same amount as his whole paycheck, he has plenty of money so he doesn't see why he can't give you that much
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who spoils the hell out of you, he loves taking you shopping or surprising you with something he knew you wanted
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who's always backtalking you, he most definitely wins every argument
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who memorizes all your likes and dislikes so he knows what to buy for you
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who sprays you with his cologne so other men know to stay away from you
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who gushes about how perfect you are to the rest of the Bonten executives
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who introduces you as his wife and means it wholeheartedly
NSFW
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who likes sticking his tongue out at people, the same tongue that was lapping at your wet folds the night before
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who brings you out to Bonten's clubs just to fuck you in the backroom
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who buys you designer clothes just to tear them off you later
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who can't wait till you get home, so he has you suck him off in the car
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who can't help but pop a boner when you sit on his lap during a meeting
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who loves leaving hickeys all over your body, especially on your thighs
💵 Sugar Daddy!Koko who's so touchy he turns aftercare into a second round
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Taglist
@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katshimizuu @happy-trenchcoated-impala @prncessrindou @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies
#mmm yeah i want him to be my sugar daddy#i bet he goes *DUMB* with that tongue too#kokonoi x reader#kokonoi fluff#kokonoi smut#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers headcanons#blood.bags🩸
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Ohhh this sounds fun!! I'm going to enter something!!🙏🏽
Are Revengers ready to revive the town?
↪ I know you checked the "tokyo revengers" tag and it's a ghost town. I know you still love our boys very much, but it's other anime that stole the spotlight for now. It's our duty, as true fans, to bring back the hype for Tokyo Revengers! ↩
Open Collab for everyone with a Tumblr account! +18 preferred, especially if you join with a ns/fw piece of work.
❗ dark content is permitted, but please, use all the appropriate tags ❗
✾ What is accepted? ✾
↪ fanarts, fanfiction, mood boards, playlists, metadata analysis, cosplay photography
↪ you can join with a character or a ship (character x character / character x OC)
✾ When are posts accepted? ✾
↪ the entry to the Collab is open unlimited!
↪ the event itself will take place between 1st of March-30th of April 2024. Yes, two months to post and make the tag overflow!
✾ How to tag it? ✾
↪ use 1st tag ”tokyo revengers” - this is our target tag! but please add ”tokrevcollab” as the second, so I can find it easily and reblog. of course, you can add the character tags as well.
↪ you could tag me as well, at the end, or dm the post to me to add it to the masterlist.
✾ Ao3/Insta/Twitter accepted? ✾
↪ Yes! I will be opening the Ao3 collection as well (on 29th of February) and you can add your fic there, but please share the link on Tumblr as well, with indications above.
↪ For fanarts and other illustrations, it is preferable to post them directly on Tumblr, but if you want to protect the nsfw, you can upload a safe version here, then give the link to Instagram or Twitter
✾ Prompts ✾
↪ None. I am giving everyone full liberty! The only goal is to create things for our beloved fandom.
Questions?
↪ my askbox and dms are always open. feel free to ask anything about the collab.
↪ Spread the news people, reblog this post with the tags ↴
Participants so far
@aryomengrande for Izana, Koko
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@wriotheslays you ghostwrote this post 😂
Takemichi has no idea how lucky he is rn though
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Rindou would be your “on-sight” boyfriend/husband. This man won’t let a single soul disrespect you in any way🙅♀️ he barks AND he bites
If he’s not there when some guy does test you and you come home telling him about it, his immediate questions consists of “What’s his name?” “What’s he look like?” “Where was this exactly?”
Don’t worry, he’ll take care of it💋
#kicking my feet and giggling#that's right babe💜#beat his ass bae😍#my favorite green flag#god I love protective Rindou#rindou haitani#haitani rindou#tokyo revengers rindou#tokrev rindou#blood.bags🩸
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