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h8ani · 4 months

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You don't mean to hold onto the past but, you do. You hold onto him with every piece of you and you're only going to hurt others in the process.

Takashi Mitsuya x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: nsfw, female reader, non-canon events, reader deals with grief, major character death, descriptions of a dead body, mentions of blood, mentions of a panic attack, unprotected sex, hurt & no comfort

Here is my entry for @bioticlaw TUN collab! I don't know why I choose sadness and angst but I hope anyone who reads this enjoys what I wrote! I tried my hardest with this one :')

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Grief: (noun) deep sorrow, especially that caused by someone's death.

Grief is the response to loss, particularly to the loss of someone or something that has died. Death is the tragedy in the young, too many opportunities and experiences cut short. There’s a different kind of mourning you feel when someone you love dies young, you’re angry; the unfairness in the world makes you want to scream and cry, all the lost occasions and celebrations you’ll never get with your person. It’s different when they never get to grow old with you, getting to have the same initiations in life that you had to go through; the heartbreaks, the ceremonies, all the celebratory times in one’s life all cut too short by the angel of death himself. Death is a right of passage for the elderly, the old have lived their lives fully, looking back on the memories that they made because they had a full life to live, a life they had lived absolutely.

The death in your life was one no person should have to endure. The loss of your one true love; Ken Ryuguji. The sorrow you feel should be a testament to the love you had, the pain stands as a witness of your bond with him and how it still survives even when time has spent since his passing.

Ken was a true gem, a diamond in the rough of the people in your life. He was a protector by nature when it came to you, always shielding you from danger since you two were young, it continued even after you two grew up from little kids to young adults although by then you were able to defend yourself without needing his presence. It’s a shame you were never able to do the same for him.

The memories of seeing him were ones engraved in your mind, the blood that pooled around his cold, lifeless body still haunts every aspect of your being. Most nights you cry yourself to sleep, the recollections of that unforgettable night being the only thing you’re able to think of when the moon shines brightly through your window, the darkness of the night mirroring just how you felt inside most days. No matter what you do to stop them, the tears continue to flow.

You wish you could think of the happy memories, lord knows there were plenty of them to blur out the bad. Your favorite memories hazily glow in the glum thoughts, the light trying to brighten but eventually being downcast into the murkiness of your heartbreak. You still think back to when you’d be on the back of his bike – your arms wrapped tightly around his waist as the bike was revved up and exceeded speeds that weren’t legal in any way but you didn’t care. You could’ve driven for hours and ended up who knows where and you wouldn’t care. You would’ve been content just being with Ken forever.

But forever doesn’t exist.

The suffering you endure from the memories of that very night – it’s like razor blades filled inside one of the many stuffed animals he had given you throughout the years, the more you clung to them the deeper the cuts go, and no chance in healing as you embed them deeper and deeper.

You gasp aloud, body shooting up in a frenzy as you look around, the heavy comforter that was once draped over you was now kicked down and bunched down at your feet. Your throat constricted against itself as you tried to heave as much air in your lungs as possible. The room was spinning even when the darkness surrounded you with no form of light peeking out anywhere. You squeezed your eyes shut, the tears that had already been welling up fell down your cheeks now. You’re so focused on catching your breath and centering yourself that you don’t hear the calling of your name from beside you, the low buzz in your ears greater than his voice could reach.

You feel a gentle hand on your back, the slow movements of his hand seemingly calming you down in a matter of seconds. “Sorry…” you mutter out, voice hoarse and quiet, you glance over to see your boyfriend, a worried expression etched all over his face.

“No apologies tonight, okay?” Mitsuya says as he sees your broken figure, he pulls you closer to him as he lays you both back into the bed. Your head rests against his shoulder while he continues to rub small circles along your back. A shaky sigh escapes your lips as you melt into him feeling the tingle in your body slowly dissipate while you calm down.

Mitsuya knew what he was getting into when he finally decided to approach you, he had known you since you both were kids; being introduced to each other by Draken himself, he also knew of the relationship that you and Draken had, Mistuya was also the one who realized that you were the unlucky soul who found Draken’s body, but how could you not when you were pinged the location.

It was something out of a movie, a horror movie that no one should have to live through. Mitsuya remembers hearing that you found Draken’s body but when you opened up enough to tell him the events that happened that very night a shiver ran through his spine.

You rushed through the story when trying to talk to him about it, tears pricking your eyes because you were so tired of crying and just wanted to stop. When you finally got to the part that took an eerily chill turn Mitsuya could feel his own throat start to contract, the bile in his throat slowly rising up. You got the location ping from Draken himself, it was a random spot, an area behind a field that was frequently packed during the summer when little league would be in full swing, but you knew it. You went to go meet him, confused as to why he was so M.I.A during the day and why he didn’t tell you about the reason for this random location drop. You finally saw him, lying in a patch of grass staring up at the stars until realizing what you were actually looking at.

Draken was dead.

His face looked peaceful but the torn, dirty clothes he was wearing said differently. The grass was stained red around him and it dragged on as if his body was moved. Days later you found out that he had been dead for hours prior to getting the location ping that was sent to your phone, a silent yet deafening message being sent to you.

Mitsuya listened to everything, seeing how you were when reiterating the story to him, watching how you fidgeted and struggled to finish the story towards the end. You were never the same after that, the lasting effects of witnessing and living through something so traumatizing was something you dealt with on a daily basis. You told him that the first few months you had nightmares every night, some so bad that you forced yourself to stay awake for days on end which only made you incoherent at work. Therapy was something you now go to three times a week, it does help but he sees the anger behind your eyes when you say you shouldn’t need it.

You were closed off when Mitsuya came to you, another result of what you had been through. He remembers vividly of your warnings to him, you were so adamant on telling him that you weren’t the same girl he once knew, you couldn’t be. If you could’ve given him a powerpoint presentation as to why he shouldn’t be with you, you would have if you were given the time. But he didn’t care, he just smiled that same comforting smile he’s always had at you just waiting on you to finish the 15th reason as to why he’d be better off with someone else.

The look on your face when he just waited for you to finish and proceed to ask you out on a date was something he cherished, the little gap your lips made in astonishment and wide eyes was something to snicker at. He was going to be the one to break down this concrete wall you had built up.

Days turned into weeks which turned to months and here you were, almost a year together and if you were being completely honest you were surprised. You didn’t expect a relationship to come from him, but when it did, the guilt that started to eat away at you displayed so vividly that you were so sure that he was going to cut and run at the earliest convenience, but he stayed, he kept his feet planted firmly down and promised to help you, he told you that you weren’t alone in this and for the first time in a long time you didn’t feel alone.

Mitsuya was never a rebound to you, you never wanted him to be just someone to take up the space that Ken once filled up, you don’t think that anyone could truly do that. Being with Mitsuya you learned that it’s okay to keep ahold of those memories you held so close when it came to Ken, that still loving Ken was okay even if you were now with Mitsuya. With the relationship you now had it was easier than you had expected because he had seen all of you, all of your troubles and hardships, and what you needed. There were no points of uncertainty because he was there to help you through it all. If that’s the secret to the strong bond and how it formed so fast for you two you’d be happy to say it aloud and shout it from the rooftops, although you still have your troubles it’s easier to talk to someone who isn’t being paid to listen.

Despite the fact that your relationship with him wasn’t always like this and your feelings for Mitsuya were more of a slow agonizing burn than something that blossomed like a beautiful flower in the springtime. Your feelings crept up slowly, once treating him like a foreign object that was protruding into you deeper and deeper until you felt the ache subside, you caught yourself waiting on his calls, always happening around the same time, and just like clockwork you let it ring three times before answering. You started to miss his absence and sweet words, always knowing what calms you down when you’re more anxious about the world around you. You genuinely liked him, although the thoughts of uncertainty always loomed in the back of your mind. The guilt eats you away in random moments of the day, when you feel content it hits harder than you’d like. Would Ken be upset with you? This was his friend, his close friend to be exact and it felt wrong. Continuing on with life was something you needed to do, you had to keep going on, so why did you still feel this way? Was it too soon to move on? Should you have stayed alone and dealt with this all yourself rather than finding solace in another person? Was it fair for you to find happiness while Ken couldn’t feel anything anymore? He was gone, dead and buried yet here you are alive and tormented by nothing but the thoughts of him and what could’ve been.

“We’ll get through this.” Mitsuya’s voice brings you back to him, his voice was as quiet as a whisper but came through so loud in your head. He always has a way of bringing you back down. Your throat still hurt and you could still feel the drum of your heart pounding against your chest. “We’ll get past this.”

Past this… Past Ken… God, if only he was still here. You wouldn’t be like this, you wouldn’t be in pain and constantly having a battle within yourself, you wouldn’t be–

“I love you.” Mitsuya’s voice cut in.

Suddenly everything stopped; time, sound, your breathing. The words that left his lips danced around in the atmosphere circling around you both. You raise your head and look at him, lavender eyes wide open as he stares right back at you. He’s terrified, the silence in the air making him more nervous than he’d like to be.

It slipped, of course he feels that way but he didn’t want to say it until he was absolutely sure you felt the same. A childlike way of going about things but who could blame him when you looked the way you did right now, you were stunned, you might as well have been hit with a stun gun with the way you seemed to be frozen just from three simple words that carried so much weight to them and worry was now creeping up on him, God knows you’ve tried pushing him away before but now this just might be the final blow to send you running away from him for good.

“Say it again.” You speak up, albeit quietly and unsure of the words that you had just heard but still understood by Mitsuya.

He swallows down the fear that creeps up his throat, the look he gives you is uncommon yet raw, shifting to face you more, his hand grazes up your arm until it rests against your cheek, and his thumb brushes against the soft skin as he takes a deep needed breath. “I love you–”

Mitsuya felt your lips on him before he could finish let alone process what was happening. Your eyes squeezed together tight and hands squeezed around his wrist even tighter. If a single kiss could condense a million thoughts and promises in one, this would be it. He kisses you back, lips forming against yours and bleeding all the passion between the words he said to you behind it. Your lips were warm and soft against his which was a stark contrast to your bodies, his was cold to the touch; chest pricked with goosebumps as your warm hands roamed over him. He snaked an arm around you quickly tugging you closer all while shifting to hover over you. You feel his weight bare more on top of you, one hand holding himself up as his other slides under your shirt just enough to feel your skin against his.

Your skin felt like a million fireworks were being set off on top of it, the way his hand set them off in an instant made you feel so many things: excitement, regret, acceptance, guilt.

The thought of Ken slips into your mind. Of all times to be here, you thought. You were always so shy with him, the memories of your first time flooded in like a dam that had finally burst. His face; rosy cheeks and the beads of sweat that graced his body, he was praising you the entire time, telling you how good you were doing and how beautiful you looked under his body. His hands; how strong they were when you finally switched positions, he so easily lifted you up and brought you back down his cock with such ease. And his mouth; the way he effortlessly spewed such filth on top of the sweet and loving words he’d call you. And his-

You shake those thoughts away, needing wanting to focus on the man in front of you.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers grazing the side where his tattoo stays hidden. Strong hands find place at your waist and soon fingers dexterously hook into the waistband of your bottoms and tug them down.

He wishes he could take his time with you, wanting to go as slow as he can to savor this moment, but the way he’s tugging your top off and pulling his sweats down he can’t help it. Your hands move quickly as well, tugging at his boxers with a slight tremor. Nerves running rampant at this very moment, you want this, you need this with him. You want to get this right.

You’re both so sweaty as his cock is thrusted back into you continuously. The oversensitivity for how long you two have been going is catching up to you and tears well up in your eyeline ready to fall. Just a little more and you’ll get there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy and falling back down to losing your high.

Mitsuya’s thrusts weren’t rough but were just enough to pull the small whimpers from you. His hands were on your hips pushing you deeper into the mattress with every thrust that kissed your walls, it was needy, the way your legs hooked behind him pulling him deeper and deeper just chasing that high you couldn’t reach. Your brows furrowed in frustration and he saw that, he saw how you’ve been trying for so long just to finally cum. His thumb pressed into your clit rubbing small, quick circles to help you but that barely did anything.

Your walls fluttered around him for the nth time that night but almost like a mental block you don’t reach your peak, your walls stop gripping around him while a pout forms on your face and a huffed out sigh that was quietly heard. You couldn’t get yourself to finish.

Mitsuya swallows thickly as the words he’s about to say cause a deep churn in his stomach. “If you need to say…” he swallows them down, hips slowing down in the process yet still flush against yours, “his name. If that makes all of this easier for you, then say it.”

You snap your head up to look at him. Disbelief filling your brain from the words he just said. His name. Say Ken’s name…

“Takashi-”

“It’s fine-fuck.” He groans, his hips slowly pulling out until just the tip then slowly thrusts back in, a certain fervor behind it that makes your ears ring. His pace picks up, the shallow sound of his hips meeting yours until another groan leaves him. “You need this.”

He leans down and his lips latch onto the sweet spot to your neck, licking a stripe up until you visibly shiver. Your arms hook under his own, holding him tight against your chest. His own groans of pleasure in your ear spurring you on further.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears finally falling past your waterline as you allow yourself to think about him, bringing those thoughts you so desperately tried pushing away earlier this night. You think about how Ken would grab you, hold you, kiss you, touch you. Imagining that he was the one to touch you now, cock buried deep within your walls and groaning from how tight you squeeze him. If you thought hard enough Mitsuya’s voice melded into his, the same deep vibrato you loved to hear, especially in the morning. Mitsuya’s cock buried in you soon blended in your thoughts of Ken, finally feeling as if it was Ken who was fucking you.

His name slips out of your lips before you realize what you’re doing, a gasp rips from you as you open your eyes wide. You meet Mitsuya’s pretty purple eyes that are already staring down at you. You couldn’t decipher what it was; he had a different appearance behind his eyes. “Again.” He says before thrusting into you harder, each thrust of his soon becoming rougher than the last and hitting all the sensitive spots inside that make you choke on your own moans.

“Fuck…Ken.” You moan his name, this time a bit louder than the last. You clench down tighter than you have for the night, you were so close, Mitsuya could tell from the glossy look you had.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” His voice was desperate, he needed you to cum, he needed to feel you unravel underneath him even if it wasn’t him who you had on your mind.

He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, hips slamming in rougher that had you squealing out. His tip hitting deeper the harder he fucks up into you. You look up at him seeing that his eyes never left yours. “I love you.” is all you utter before finally crashing down. Body shaking as you orgasm, Mitsuya’s hips sputter as your own orgasm causes his, a flurry of curse words leaving his lips as he paints your walls with his cum.

It’s silent in the aftermath, just the sounds of heavy breathing from the both of you and the sound of the blankets shuffling as he pulls out, laying beside you.

You both are at a loss for words, how has someone as pure hearted as Mitsuya lasted this long in a world so cold and fucked up? How did he end up with you? Were you also just the last string left he had left of Draken? Had his feelings been blinded by the pain he felt from losing him? How did you end up with someone so kind and understanding? Knowing no one else in this world would have the patience that he has had for you. How did a once calm night turn into tension that couldn’t be cut with the sharpest blade?

You really fucked up this time, you both think to yourselves.

Eventually, Mitsuya turns to flick the bedside lamp off, soon enveloping you in the darkness that you felt was your heart. You felt the blankets now cover you as you were pulled into him, the warmth of his body and his arm holding you tight allowing you to feel relieved in some way, you still felt cold inside, nonetheless. A sigh leaves both of your chests while you close your eyes and let the darkness take over.

The last thought before falling asleep was of Ken.

Oh, how you missed him.

If only it really was him.

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verstandundgefuhl · 26 days

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imagine mitsuya who notices that there is someone new in his neighborhood. and all he notices that this person dresses up incredibly good and he loves it as hell. he fells for the it, way they dress up.

he doesn't even walk up and talk to them. he does a whole colection inspired by that one particular person's style.

just one day he talks to them and says they have become his muse.

and then the strenger is just like: ... ok.

or mitsuya shows his works to that person, mitsuya is given more inspirations. they spend more and more time together, fell for each other and live happily ever after.

just choose what you like lol

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todoroki-waifu · 9 months

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Mitsuya x Reader

Warning: Female reader and cursing.

Scenario: Based on the manga chapter 198.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 901

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Just as promised from 12 years ago, everyone met at the Musashi shrine on June 19th to open the time capsules. You couldn't remember exactly what you wrote, but you were excited to see what your past self had to say. After greeting everyone and grabbing your boxes, the old Toman gang began to read their letters out loud.

It felt nostalgic listening to each other's dreams, bringing you back to your younger days. Who would've thought that up to now, all of you remained good friends. There was one person that you did wish you weren't just friends with though.

"Then how about you, Taka-chan!?"

Even hearing his name sent your heart into an irregular beat. You honestly felt like you were back in high school almost every time you were around Mitsuya. If you could write back to your younger self, it would be to encourage yourself to confess to your long time crush. Or at least tell someone trustworthy so they could find out for you.

Because years later, you're still wondering what would have happened if you just told Mitsuya your feelings.

"So, who's next?" asks Mitsuya, his voice refocusing you on the present.

"I'll go." You volunteered, eager to read your letter.

"Dear __(y/n). Hope things are good over there in the future! Any cool new stuff that came out? How about school? Did you make it and end up with the career you wanted? I hope so! Because I'm busting my ass over here. I hope you're still friends with everyone and that we're all still having fun. Also, did you ever end up with-" You stopped yourself before proceeding any further. "Oop, gonna skip that part."

Your audience groans out protests, some encouraging you to read your letter in its entirety. You argue back and stay firm with your decision. "No way! It's super private and kinda embarrassing!" You continue on, making sure to avoid any questions that involve you dating Mitsuya. Gosh, what the hell was your 15 year old self thinking?!

"Boo! You definitely left some parts out." Hakkai points his thumb down.

"Just leave it Hakkai. Let's respect her privacy." Mitsuya saves you from any more teasing. You thank the seamster then give the floor to someone else.

"Holy shit! I didn't know you liked Mitsuya!" You turn your head instantly to the voice behind you.

"Well you and everyone else knows now, you big mouth!" You could feel your face become warmer at the sound of some snickering and others suddenly questioning you. You avoided looking in Mitsuya's direction, afraid to see his reaction.

"My bad! I just happened to take a peek and didn't think about it!" Takemichi hides behind his hands while Draken calms the crowd so they could finish opening the remaining time capsules.

Once everyone had their turn, no one mentioned your crush on Mitsuya and started heading to the designated restaurant for dinner. You stayed behind a bit more, looking up at the tree where you buried your letters.

"Crazy how it doesn't feel that long." You jump at Mitsuya's approaching voice.

"Ye-yeah, guess it's because we still see each other pretty frequently." It was so hard to look at him, but you felt like you owed him an apology. "I'm sorry for what Takemichi said. I'm sure it was embarrassing for you and-"

"Embarrassing? Why do you say that?"

"Because of what I wrote? Don't you feel...weirded out?"

"Of course not. If anything, I wanna kick my younger self in the ass for not asking you out then."

"No way! You liked me back?" Your pulse quickens at the thought of you and your high school crush dating. You then feel your heart sink with sadness, reminding yourself that you're in the present and whatever silly feelings he had for you was probably gone. "But, I guess it's too late, huh?"

"Is it?" Mitsuya turns to face you, lilac meeting __(e/c). "I still like you and if your feelings for me haven’t changed, who’s to say that we can’t start now? Might be bold of me to assume that you still like me, but I've made a promise to not live with regrets."

"I would...really like that." Your face heats up, voice soft with your eyes avoiding his gaze. Mitsuya chuckles at your shy form, but he, too, is also feeling his stomach doing cartwheels.

"There is also another thing that I wish I had done before."

"What's that?" You asked then felt your face being cradled by his hands. You see him draw his face close to yours, sending your heart racing. It pumps faster the closer he gets, your breath stuck in your lungs.

"Oh fuck!" Mitsuya freezes when he's only centimeters away from your lips then gently releases your face. You both see Takemichi trying to quiet Hakkai as the tall male's jaw continues to drop.

"So-sorr-sorry! We just wanted to make sure you guys were coming, but we'll meet you at the restaurant!" Takemichi immediately turns Mitsuya's right hand man towards their respective vehicles.

"Guess we'll just have to wait until our first date." You laugh lightly, the heat slowly leaving your cheeks.

"Who says we can't get a preview?" Mitsuya leans towards you again, gingerly touching his lips with yours.

He probably shouldn't have done that because, now, he can't quell his desire for more.

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kxisuke · 2 years

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Hi! can I request a Mitsuya Takashi (Tokyo revengers) x bttm male reader? Where someone is probably flirting with Mitsuya’s pretty boy and he gets all jealous and fucks reader as soon as they get home? Even tho Mitsuya is benign rough, he is a soft dom so he will be possessive and praising us 😔 it’s completely fine if you are uncomfortable with the request!! If so I apologise!! Feel free to skip this req if you don’t have time coz health>>>everything!! Have a good day!

✧ BELONGING

✧ p. mitsuya takashi x m!reader

✧ tw. NSFW/smut content ahead, minors please DNI! nicknames, general smutty stuff, a touch of fluff towards the end

✧ wc. 853

— a/n. thank you for your request! also, i really appreciate you being patient with me and prioritizing my health :) have a wonderful rest of your day and please enjoy!! <3

Mitsuya watches as your smile widens, your eyes lighting up as you talk with another gang member about something the both of you are interested in, noticing the way his body is angled towards yours, eyes drifting down to do yet another once-over of your body.

It’s when he joins you in laughter, dropping a casual arm over your shoulder that he’s had enough.

He isn’t one to usually get jealous, but this is taking it a step too far. He has no problem letting you hang out with other guys, that’s not it. It’s just that you can be a little oblivious at times to the not-so-subtle hints they can give you.

“Hey, y/n.” Approaching from behind you so you can’t see the death glare he gives the other boy, he wraps his hand around your own, pulling you out from the arm around your shoulders.

“Hey Mitsuya.” He leans in, kissing your cheek before gesturing towards the gate to the park.

“Let’s head home, okay?” You can tell something is off by the tone he uses, the sharpness at the ends of his phrases contrasting the usual smooth flow of his words.

“Oh, alright.” You bid farewell to your friend, waving with a smile before Mitsuya practically pulls you away.

“Is everything alright, Mitsuya-kun? You seem… upset?”

“Everything’s just fine.” He gives you a smile that you know to be fake, his hand tightening around your own as the two of you walk back to your place.

Turns out, everything was not alright.

“F-fuck, Mitsuya…!” A cry slips out of your swollen lips and your grip on the sheets tighten, Mitsuya’s long cock reaching every inch inside of you, his mouth-watering pace reflecting his frustration.

“You’re so pretty, taking me so well…” he muses, his hands on your waist steadying himself as he continues to slam his hips into your own, feeling the angry knot in his core starting to tighten. You’re his, and his only. No other guy can flatter you with their charms because none of them can make you feel this good—practically begging for your sweet release.

Mitsuya halts his moments for a brief second, giving you a moment to catch your breath as he kisses down your back, your sensitive body shuddering under the touch of his soft lips, his touch so delicate that you forget about the jealousy stirring in his stomach.

“You’re mine, do you understand that, y/n?” You nod tearfully, a whine leaving your lips as you want so badly to beg for him to start moving again, your dick throbbing and in need of pleasure.

“I want you to say it, pretty boy.” The pink blush staining your cheeks darkens, and you turn back to look at him, seeing the glint in his lavender eyes.

“I-I’m only yours, Mitsu-kun.”

“Good.” He snaps his hips sharply, causing your mouth to fall open embarrassingly into a moan, the knot in your core tightening with each one of his thrusts. Mitsuya lets out a shaky breath, searching for the sweet spot inside of you, angling his hips the way he always does. A strangled cry of pleasure tumbles out of your mouth and he knows he found it.

“R-right there!” you beg, your wanton moans filling his bedroom. His breath quickens and he can feel his orgasm dangling right out of his reach, the guiding hand around your waist tightening as the rhythm to his movements break.

Your own body is brimming with pleasure, fire blazing in your core as Mitsuya hits every spot inside of you, and you’re so, so close...

“Mitsuya...!” Your vision goes white and a cry leaves your lips as you’re finally able to bask in euphoria, panting as your body struggles to keep up with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Mitsuya continues to abuse your hole, your mewls and begs pushing him over the edge.

“Fuck... y/n!” He can’t help but spill his load inside of you, filling you to the brim as your body trembles under his touch. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he caresses your waist, his gentle fingers tracing the shape of your body.

“You okay?” His voice is soft and quiet, causing warmth to bloom in your stomach.

“Y-yeah.”

“Wait here, I'll get us cleaned up, alright?”

Your head rested on his chest, every inch of your body aware of the places that you were touching—his hand circled around your waist, a hand holding yours, your fingers tangled together, your legs resting against one another, and the steady rise and fall of his chest with each of his breaths.

“Sorry for taking my jealousy out on you. You know I don’t mean to be like that.”

“It's okay. I don’t mind.” He presses an innocent kiss to your forehead, letting out a contented sigh.

“I just don’t like it when people try to take what’s mine.”

“Don’t worry, I promise I won’t leave you. Ever.” You tilt your head up to meet eyes with him, and your heart warms when you see the small smile on his face.

“I know.”

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unfinshedsentec · 2 years

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BOYFRIEND TEXTS W/ MITSUYA❕

a/n: it’s mitsuya birthday…..AHHHHH I’M SO EXCITED!! I love his so much!!

Happy birthday to the man who will officially make me quit Tokyo rev if he dies<3

reader is gender neutral!

character: mitsuya takashi (birthday boyyy)

tw: cursing, and reader needs therapy

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kitkat11602 · 2 years

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Nightmares

timeskip!Mitsuya x gn reader

summary: falling asleep in the comfort of Mitsuya's arms after having a nightmare.

a/n: this is my first post in... months? I did want to make my first one back one of my more planned out one shots, but I knew that rushing to get it written would stress me out, so I'm starting off simple and slowly working my way back up.

His breaths had evened out, slowed to a steady pace as his eyelashes fluttered. Eyes peeling open, squinting into the darkness of the room, searching around the cold side of the bed for your warmth. The spot where you had been when he fell asleep was cold, sheets wrinkled in distress with no sign of you anywhere on the bed, no sign of you in the room.

The bedroom door was cracked, light from the hallway peeking into the room making Mitsuya let out a grunt in displeasure, the sudden intense light bleeding into his vision causing his eyes to water.

“Y/N?” He called out, pushing himself up into a sitting position, the blanket which had been tucked into the crevice of his neck fell to his lap, bare shoulders left to feel the cool chill flowing throughout the room. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, still half asleep he stood up from the bed, feet shuffling against the floor. Approaching the door, his hand grasped the knob, slowly pulling it open his other hand made quick movements to block the light from reaching his eyes.

Not even able to pull the door open all the way, the light from the hall turned off, your face appearing on the other side of the door. Surprise etched across your face, not expecting Mitsuya to be awake, let alone on the other side of the door. Pulling the door open for you, he let you walk into the room, closing it once you had crossed the doorway.

“Why are you awake?” You asked, moving over to your side of the bed, smoothing out the sheet before resuming your place and getting comfortable on your side.

Following behind you, Mitsuya laid beside you, pulling the covers up over the both of you before sliding his arm over your hips. “You weren’t here, was gonna go look for you.” He mumbled, a yawn escaping from in between his lips, “What were ya doing?”

You let yourself burrow into the warmth of his chest, exhaling heavily as your eyes closed, the images from before replaying inside your head making your eyebrows knit together. “Nothing really, was just getting a drink.”

It wasn’t a lie, you really did get a drink from the kitchen.

Hoping that maybe a glass of water would help calm the rapid beating you felt in your chest, but all it seemed to do was soothe the dry feeling in your throat.

“Just had a bad dream, needed to get up.” You whispered, your voice already fading out, eyes heavy as his hand slipped up your hip and to the center of your back, making soft circle motions to help lull you back into a peaceful sleep.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He whispered back, his head resting on top of yours, a smile crossing his face when you shook your head, mumbling out something about how you just wanted him to hold you, to not leave you.

With you flush against his chest, Mitsuya too found himself slowly falling back to sleep, but this time he would be sure not to let you go, he’d be sure to protect you from those nightmares for the rest of the night.

“Mm… ‘M here, won’t ever let ya go.” He spoke, words trailing off as sleep overtook him. Your heart rate slows back down into a calm pace, tense figure relaxing in the arms of your lover as you smile lightly in your sleep, because instead of resuming the nightmare from before, it was now replaced with a new dream.

One with Mitsuya.

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blueparadis · 2 years

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━━━━━━━ ❝Rock n’ Roll ❞ ━━━━ ft. Mitsuya Takashi

言 content & warnings — afab-reader, enemies to lovers, college au, mature language, fluff, humour, mention of Draken, Yuzuha,Hakkai; usage of alcohol, f-oral, f-receiving, branding, semi-public smut, exhibitionism, dom Mitsuya, basketball player Mitsuya, cheerleader reader, subish reader, non-explicit smut, slowburn ; precis— an encounter, a prank, a misunderstanding — a rebel love. wc ~2.5 k

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The low buzz of your phone faded as soon as you reached the entrance of the university. You exhaled out deeply before entering the campus, hoping for the warmest memories to take with you at the end of the semester. How naive were you to think that life is all about roses and rays of sunshine; it's full of thorns and grey skies.

The first day often revolves around assigning yourself to clubs, getting to know the professors, making friends, and maybe in the process you'd catch someone's eye; you did but it wasn't as you expected it to be. To the very least, it was the most embarrassing memory you ever had.

“Don’t you know you shouldn't be here without your proper uniform, I mean in skirts and short tees?”, a low husky voice echoed throughout the playing court as you stood motionless for a while.

“I’m looking for the cheerleaders club”, you meekly mumble turning around and finding a guy with bleached hair, a dragon tattoo on his skull, skin glistening in sweat.

He wipes off his face with his black jersey exposing his muscular body frame. “and it's proper to have a tattoo and come in practice?”, you tartly spoke gaining his congested eyebrows and eager eyes. He scoffs to which you roll your eyes and walks into the adjacent clubroom. No one was there but as soon as you went outside through the backdoor, you saw a girl distributing pamphlets. Her batch read: Vice-president Yuzuha Shiba.

“Hello, I would like to—

“we would love to have you

— as a cheerleader, I'm here to sign up in the cheerleaders’ crew”, you prompt to which she pouts a little looking up to the boy standing behind him. Hakkai Shiba read his batch. As you waited outside for a while Yuzuha went inside the clubroom to fetch a form. She conveyed that you'll be notified the next day since the group is already full. She probably hoped for a helping hand since he hates to work with his brother and Mitsuya is an absolute ass.

A week later, you entered the club room again wearing a matching pair of skirts and tee, hair tied in a ponytail. Even though you were recruited, something has been bothering you; Yuzuha was nice and kind, she said that there are no chances of a vacancy but a member wouldn't hurt the team spirit. You were humming a tune merrily thinking about your lucky approval being unaware of a quick-paced set of footsteps.

“Welcome y/n”, a big roar that almost made you gasp startling you to the core. “Ohh Thank you! Glad to be here”, you added as you relaxed your muscles, heartbeat slowing down and as you turned around you saw a guy dressed in a proper uniform. You tilted up your head and your eyes flashed. “Fuck!”, you muttered. A cheeky grin smothered his face and you immediately realized that he is the president and also the other guy with whom you already started a cold war.

Days passed silently which isn't a good thing because silent days bring more chaos in the future and that's exactly what happened. “Hey y/n, pass me the water bottle.”, Draken said extending his hand breathing heavily googly eyes blinking as he waited. “Say please!”, you slipped to which he just snatches the water bottle from your hand with a “hmph” You chuckled at him. You knew Draken before you came here for academics. But you didn't know he was one of his closest pals of Takashi and it shattered you knowing that his annoying shadow lurks over you.

Mitsuya had no intention of harming any of you two but seeing you all giddy & warm around Draken made him uncomfortable. He never felt that before. He was never swept away by petty things like jealousy, or envy. Besides, why would he? He had all the attention, so why does it bother him when your eyes don't stay on him while others never avert from him?

“Want some help?”, Mitsuya utters knocking on the door as you were busy helping Yuzuha and Hakkai. Hakkai merrily walks up to his senior conveying how a star like him shouldn't soil their reputation with such chores. “Ughhh...how annoying!”, Yuzuha rolls her eyes walking towards the locker room. As you followed her you tilted your head towards them; not sure what made you do so but you shouldn't have. Your eyes met his. It was briefer than a twinkling star yet it made your heart reverberate like a blood drum.

“Has Hakkai been always like this?”, you ask stacking the boxes. “Always!”, Yuzuha scoffs making you chuckle. “Is he— you try to speak but hesitate. Yuzuha swiftly picks up the cue continuing your thought, “single?” “of course he is. No one's gonna date someone that mean!”, she supplied. Although you weren't going for his relationship status she answered what you needed to know. ‘He has got a bad attitude’, you ponder as you walk out through the back exit.

It was almost a month since you were adjusting yourself to this new town but no one could be prepared for everything. Checking your phone as you walked out of the campus, you saw Draken and Mitsuya. “Are you gonna be there for freshers?”, Mitsuya asked sipping the beer.

“I don't know. Probably I'll. If she comes, I've too”, Draken replies as makes himself comfortable on his bike ignoring Mitsuya’s presence. And that's what exactly he hates most. It wouldn't be bothering if you had shot him a look or smiled at him like others do as most girls do.

“This...your girl?”, his lips slip the oddest as he keeps his eyes on his friend not you while you simply wrap your arms around Draken's torso. And that was his cue; Draken checked his watch laughing at Mitsuya’s query leaving him baffled. “I need to drop her home. Catch up with you later.”, he remarks before fading from his periphery of vision.

You didn't know what you just did. How could you? Nothing is more important than a freshly released album by your favorite artist. You hum the tune keeping the song on a loop enjoying the cold gush of wind. “Y/N are you listening?”, Draken asks as he halts before your house. He plugs out your earphone exclaiming with irritation, “Are you gonna attend the fresher's party?” You thought back for a while and since you didn't get to enjoy much lately you thought it'd be a good shot to make friends.

The party was amazing. Everyone was swelling with serotonin and madness. What else you could do except stealing the show? It's been so long that you haven't had fun for a while and nights like these unfurls you from your cocooned heart. Yuzuha was with you the whole time; she has never seen you like this and hence it was certainly a massive gain to recruit you to her club.

Your eyes searched for Ken and fixed on a bottle of beer. You picked it up and walked into the main room. Popping up the cap with your teeth you entered a room full of guys and Wallah! You spotted him. He looked handsome as ever, laughing and busy with his friends. You noticed your grumpy captain by his side and for once he failed to notice you.

“Hey Ken!”, you yelled as you walked towards him. “Woahhh. Watch out dear!”, he rasps as you trip. Your eyes search for a seat yet indeed the disappointment flashed onto your face. “No No Noh!” and you always loved to rebel; tonight wasn't an exception. You sat onto his lap taking his arms around yours seeking something, anything for support to lean in. Everyone in the room let out a thrilling cheer but Mitsuya didn't.

Mitsuya noticed how drunk you were. Draken's hand wraps around your body, to keep you in place. You're so drunk that you could barely notice anything properly. And soon you dozed off. But Mitsuya didn't fail to notice how you were asleep in his arms. You looked so peaceful. His breath hitched as he saw Draken's toned muscular arms grazing your boobs. “Oh God damn! Why the fuck does she drinks so much!”, Draken yells in irritation.

“Relax. Let me help”, Mitsuya exclaims with a warm chuckle. And as he takes you against his side, pressing you against his arms so that your head rests on his shoulder, he realized he did some terrible. He started to harbor feelings for you that day; totally born from young lust. It felt wrong. It felt exhilarating too.

When you woke up your heavy eyelids trying to skim through the hazy vision saw a black jersey. “Hey, babe! Didn't know you had it in you!”, a husky voice wrecked your senses.

“wha-art?”, you buzzed.

“Yeah! I mean you really lasted long. How starved were you y/n?”

Nah! Draken doesn't sound like that. Your head aches as you sit upright and couldn't recognize the room. “What the fuck? What did you do?”

“Ha! Me? It was all you honey!”, Mitsuya prompts as you stand up, wearing an oversized white jacket. Chest heaving with fear, eyes bubbling with brood as agony perforated into your soul. You quickly walked out of the room finding Yuzuha. “Yuzu, what happened last night?”

“Look at you, looking so sexy in his jacket!”, she coos making you all the more nervous.

“Yuzu focus. What happened last night?”

“You put up a real treat for us! ”

“Just tell me God damn it.”

Yuzuha rolls her eyes exclaiming adorably how much of a headache you were while she changed your clothes. She also added how you ended up in Mitsuya’s room while the twin dragons slept in the other. Your volcanic senses were calm now yet anger was still lurking in your heart. “Yuzuha, why did you spoil the fun—

Mitsuya couldn't continue anymore. You glared at him and it was enough to shut him up. You exhaled a deep breath before speaking: “I see! So all wanted is just some attention”. Mitsuya swears his heart never raced faster like this before. “But you’ve plenty.”, you added as you noticed Draken approaching with a toothbrush in his mouth. “What happened?”, he asked as you vanished out of the sight.

Mitsuya opens his mouth and hesitates to speak but eventually, he did. “I was being an absolute ass”, he gulped as he paused.

“As usual!”, Yuzuha adds to which Hakkai slips, “Taka-Chan don't mind her. She was in this too!”, Draken looked at both of them with shock in his eyes and yelled, “Fucccckkkkk”

A week passed yet you still carried Mitsuya’s white jacket in your bag, every day. It was hard to find him. You didn't see him much and you wanted to apologize for acting so rudely. After all, if it weren't for him, you'd have probably ended up in someone else's house. Sure, Draken was there but he had your traits: a bad drunk.

Finding the locker room was empty you decided to keep his jersey in his box. As you were about to close the metal shaft, a voice emerges. You curse yourself for being so right and having such a stroke of ill luck. “Draken’s not here.”, Mitsuya mumbles walking up to you.

“I came to return this.”

“is it dry cleaned?”, he asked meekly.

“of course. Had a whole week!”, you huff.

Mitsuya’s heart drops again. He was avoiding you because he didn't want to lose the last thread between you and him. It just snapped right in front of him. You were on the other side of the metal membrane he was standing on. Taking quick steps, cursing yourself about how pathetic you were for not apologizing a firm grab halted you.

“I’m sorry!”, Mitsuya spoke face tainted with guilt while letting go of his grip. You're not sure about what part he's apologizing for. From day one, he has been an absolute ass to you.

“Yeah, sorry. I didn't think — didn't think it would get to you— so badly. I'm sorry.”

There's nothing to say. You still couldn't forget the feeling, the humiliation. You nodded. Before you leave his sight, he asks, “Is Draken your boyfriend?”

“Would a yes make you lose interest in me? Then yes”, you tartly replied and without getting any response you turned around only to find an empty locker room again.

Does a heart feel lonely before falling in love?

Another week passed. You stopped going to practice. You decided to quit. Seeing him every day all happy and giddy amongst his girl fans burnt your heart. It did back then too but it didn't turn your heart pitch-black, unlike this time.

Flipping through the pages of the library, mind going haywire for that particular book unaware of your surroundings you clashed with tumbling all the books on the floor the person was carrying.

“I’m so sorry...I’ll help. Here. ”, and as you were about to keep the book you saw Mitsuya. He had the same look in his, burning in sadness. “All done!”, you replied and walked passed by him, hoping for him to make you stop, hoping for a miracle. It didn't happen and why would it? He didn't have time to look at you anymore.

As you were out of the campus you couldn't find Draken in his usual spot. Draken usually waits for you to drop you hope but today he wasn't there. Your heart sank, not because he was absent but instead Mitsuya was there with his bike eyes busy on phone. If you were to go home you had to pass by him and since he was busy you took the wildest chance. “Draken’s not coming today. He told me—

“So, you do listen to others!”

Mitsuya scoffs and steps out of the bike. He's had enough of your pesky attitude. He walks towards you and grabs your biceps firmly exclaiming, “Listen I hate you as much as you do. So, just go straight home so that your sweet caring boyfriend doesn't get worried.”

Even though your senses stopped, your heart rebelled. “He is not my boyfriend and please back away.” Mitsuya realizes his anger seeped through his palms and imprinted on your skin. He parts his lips and you relaxed as he stepped back. It wouldn't have been fifteen minutes since you were in the lonely juncture of the turn the sound of a motorbike kept ringing in your ear.

You turned around but you could only feel cold hands cupping your face sucking your lips meticulously. Everything happened so fast that you could barely revolt. Mitsuya pulled out for a brief moment as he looks into your eyes mumbling, “Not sorry for this!”

He's so close that you could feel his heated cheeks. He presses your hands above your head kissing you again. This time you weren't a rebel, not anymore. His legs nudge against your feminity as he groans feeling your teeth over his lips yet he still doesn't stop. Your toes curl as he sucks your bottom lip followed by a bite.

He swiftly shifts you onto his bike shoving his hand into your underwear, his lips still sucking yours. You could hear his smirk as he rubs your wet folds. Your hands wrapped around his nape melting under his touch. He breaks the kiss letting you breathe. Your head rested against his chest, heartbeats synced, raced against each other as he pulls out his fingers. It's slick wet with your juices.

Mitsuya licks his fingers clean. “Hey...”, he coos , palm skimming through your hair making you shut your eyes. All you could do was hum, “hmmm?” He kissed your cheeks, “wanna see you in that jacket once more!”, boldly whispering into your ears making a gush of warmth flow through your cheeks as kissed your pulse point; rough enough to mark you, to make you his.

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4izawas · 2 years

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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞!! // 𝐭. 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬— takashi knew that he shouldn’t give in to the fuzzy feeling in his head — but her pussy just felt so hot and tight around his cock, and after so long he couldn’t help it.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠— mitsuya takashi/reader.

𝐰𝐜— 2.66k.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠— nsfw ; minors dni.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬— dark content, dubcon, beginnings of stockholm syndrome, human trafficking mention, spoiled!reader, femdom, forced feminization, dollification, asphyxiation, dumbification, cum play, degradation, humiliation.

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐣𝐚𝐫.

he wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept treating him like this.

mitsuya had been knocked unconscious and thrown into a truck months ago, unconscious for what must have been hours before waking up in a dingy, disgusting cell that smelled like a mixture of mildew, vomit, and dog shit. he’d been hesitant to touch much of anything because whatever wasn’t wet and slimy was rusted and just begging him to cut himself so he’d die by infection; honestly, he was surprised that he didn’t catch one anyway, but he guesses he was sort of lucky that he was moved again within two weeks or so of being kidnapped. a week before he was moved again he’d heard them talking, heard their panicked whispers that flew back and forth within the group.

“what the fuck are we supposed to do, we just kidnapped a captain of the tokyo manji gang!” the one mitsuya remembered seeing right before someone hit him from behind snarled somewhere out of his line of sight, and he scoffed out a scratchy laugh ( they’d not given him water for the past two days ); they better be scared, everyone knew mikey didn’t hesitate to kill these days, not for those closest to him. he’d lost too much.

“we gotta get rid of him, he can’t stay here; mikey himself is looking for him, i don’t wanna risk that!” the same man says, and mitsuya had tensed up. get rid of him? what were they going to do, kill him?

“oh god, we’re all going to die — we’re going to die, aren’t we?” another voice, nasally and clearly younger, echoed through the dark as mitsuya had sat back and mused through his options.

“i’m not dying for a purple-haired gangbanger bitch, i fucking promise you that!” a third said, this voice deeper than the other two combined could have been.

it was one man, though, that had calmed all the others down — he was older, and despite mitsuya having calmed himself down after being kidnapped, what he said next still sent a chill down his spine.

“he’s real pretty, ain’t he? why don’t we sell ‘im?” the words earned him an instant silence and caused mitsuya’s stomach to drop alongside the chill that formed. the man continued, grinning wickedly with each word. “you remember that one client we got, he was looking for a friend for his darling princessy daughter?”

these next words earned him a few nods and mumbles of, “yeah,” and “yep, i remember that!”, and before mitsuya could even really get used to his first cell he was being tied up, blindfolded, and tossed in the back of a truck all over again. every bump jarred his bones and each sharp turn made him slide across the floor with no way to stop himself, and he was forced to go through an hour and a half of travel like this before finally, finally, they came to a stop. the truck doors were thrown open and he was grabbed by the upper arm and pretty much dragged over a large length of grass that must’ve been some sort of lawn then up a series of steps. his captors didn’t care when he tripped, only snapping at him to get a move on as they kept walking. his head cracked against one step once along the way and it was like green and yellow flashes of light went off behind his eyelids even as he was pulled along.

once they’d gotten him to wherever the hell they were they’d thrown him down onto extremely hard flooring at the feet of some man ( he could see men’s dress shoes through the tiny gaps in the bottom of his blindfold ). his blindfold was taken off snd he was able to look at the man with the dress shoes, who narrowed his eyes at mitsuya before humming to himself and nodding, apparently pleased. in the blink of an eye, prices had been discussed, and before he knew it, mitsuya had been sold. once the men left the man told some woman to go and fetch his daughter and tell her that he’d gotten her a surprise she’d been begging for, and with a swift nod the woman had rushed upstairs then came back down with a strange young woman following her.

if the situation wasn’t what it was and mitsuya wasn’t looking up at her from where he was currently gagged and kneeling on the floor, he’d probably have found her attractive — after all, she was beyond beautiful, and her eyes were bright with an excitement he’d not seen on anyone’s face in a very long time.

she’d practically screamed in excitement once she’d laid those very eyes on his bound and gagged form, rushing over and throwing her arms around the older man before letting him go and dashing over to mitsuya. “what’s his name, daddy?” she’d asked in an almost breathless voice, lifting a hand up to gently run her thumb down from the apple of his cheek and over his lips and the cloth gag that kept him quiet.

“um, takashi i believe, dearest,” her father had replied, and y/n’s eyes had twinkled.

“he’s perfect.”

after that she’d dragged him to her floor of whatever compound they were in, ordering a few people who appeared to be her employees to strip him down and wash him clean. he’d struggled, of course ( he didn’t know these people! ) but in the end, they’d gotten him naked and clean regardless of how hard he fought them. he’d been forced to walk through the halls naked with his hair dripping water after that, tears burning in his eyes just from the immense humiliation he was experiencing. after what felt like hours of endless embarrassment they’d finally reached a door that had soft music coming from behind it and soft light glowing underneath the crack if the door.

“miss y/n, your doll is cleaned up and ready for you,” the woman that had led him here called through the door, and mitsuya remembered wrinkling his nose in confusion.

“doll?!” he’d asked, but the woman had swatted her hand at him.

“dolls don’t speak without permission from their owners, and miss y/n hasn’t even seen you clean yet, so shut your mouth before i sew it closed as a favor to the master’s daughter,” the woman had hissed at him, and while mitsuya had been in plenty of situations where he’d been on the receiving end of threats, but never had one actually scared him so much. he could tell that this woman wasn’t bluffing, and he didn’t want his lips sewn shut.

before he even had the opportunity to send her a bitter look, a voice came through the door saying, “oh? bring him in and put him on the sofa, lettie!”

so lettie was the woman’s name — or was it a nickname? mitsuya hadn’t really gotten a chance to find out because ‘lettie’ opened the door and pushed him inside, closing it behind them and leading him past where y/n was braiding her hair at the window with a mirror and a few products spread out in front of her. her fingers were making such quick work of her hair that, had mitsuya not been in this particular circumstance, he’d be impressed. she’d obviously been doing it a long time and clearly, it took skill because he knew that he’d never be able to do something that seemed so difficult.

lettie had bound his hands to the back of the sofa then did the same with his ankles to the furniture legs, effectively stretching him out for anyone — primarily y/n, though — to see. luckily for him, though, she didn’t come over to him for a few hours yet, still looking out the window and braiding her hair while listening to music — but once she had finished and hopped down, mitsuya had found himself tensing up; he could hear her getting closer to him even before her hands found their way onto his shoulders, well-manicured and pretty. they massaged and eased the tension in them for a few seconds before slipping away as y/n padded around the sofa and looked at him critically, narrowing her eyes for a second before smiling brightly. “i really was right, you’re perfect!”

with that she sat next to him and began talking about this and that, rambling on and on while mitsuya sat there awkwardly, completely naked. while it clearly was uncomfortable for him, she seemed more than happy to feel him up as she talked, her soft hands eventually finding their way to his limp cock.

“oooh, what’s this?” she’d giggled softly, then batted it around almost playfully with one hand. against his will, he’d gotten hard, and before he knew it she was straddling him. “hmmm, so good of daddy to get such a pretty doll for me,” y/n sighed, bouncing rhythmically on mitsuya’s cock. she ignores the short grunts and moans from the man beneath her, choosing instead to gently pet his head and press closer to him so that her breasts ever so slightly brushed against his chin, “you look just like i wanted you to — soft hair ‘nd a pretty face, ‘nd right in the middle of skinny ‘nd real muscular — yeah, you’re just the perfect new toy for me, dollface~”

with a choked cry that was a mix between pleasure and self-loathing, mitsuya had shot rope after rope of cum into her quivering pussy, making her shriek softly as the pleasant warmth filled her belly. once they were both done she’d laid down, her head on his chest, and sighed, “things’re gonna get real interesting with you around now, doll.”

that entire situation had led to this very moment, the one where she’d taken the time to pick out and dress him up in lacy see-through panties and a matching bra covered by a frilly skirt and a shorter than average cropped shirt with a heart-shaped cut out over his chest, the tightness of the shirt giving him a false look of cleavage. she’d not left him once they started playing this perverted game of dress-up, and even now she loomed over him as she carefully applied mascara to his eyelashes, intent on making it run later ( he knew this because she’d been mumbling it to herself all day and he hardly ever left her room, so what else was there to focus on? ).

“stop struggling or i’ll mess up your mascara!” she snarls, shocking him with her sudden aggression so much that he went as still as possible. before long she finished and, giggling, reached for a glass of water she’d had sitting next to them while she meticulously did his eyeliner and mascara. “here, i know you’re thirsty, takashi,” she murmurs, and he takes big gulps of it without hesitation. he’d seen her fiddling with it earlier, but he’d forgotten all about it in his desperation for something to drink after an entire day of nothing.

as water dribbled down his chin and he basked in the feeling of the cool liquid running down his throat with each swallow she flipped up his skirt triumphantly and before he knew it she was already well into having her way with him — and at this point he didn’t even tried to fight her off. life had been this way for three months now, and his hips inadvertently bucked up into her touch and needy whines fell from his lips as she rubbed the heel of her palm against the length of his cock through his panties and playfully looked up at him through her lashes as she ducked her head down and lapped at his hardened nipples through his thin lace bra, whimpering and squeezing his eyes shut before throwing his head back. it felt good, too good; he didn’t know if he was going to last. it had to have been the water — what the fuck had she put in the water she gave him?

she’s still toying with his cock as she stands and pulls her panties down with one hand, carefully lining it up with her dripping entrance before dropping down and taking him inside herself all at once. a heavy ball of arousal settled in his lower abdomen, slowly but surely twisting and gnawing at his insides as she toyed with him, and he bit his bottom lip in a useless attempt to push back the pleasure burning through his insides. takashi knew that he shouldn’t give in to the fuzzy feeling in his head — but her pussy just felt so hot and tight around his cock, and after so long he couldn’t help it.

“you’ll never be the same,” she purrs into his ear as she bounces atop his lap, a hand drifting up to close and tighten on his throat as she began rhythmically squeezing her cunt around him, “because now you’re mine.”

he let out a choked moan, tears springing up in his eyes as he crept closer and closer to the edge against his will. her hand was tight around his throat and it was growing difficult to breathe as her grip tightened ever so slightly with each movement of her hips. his head began to get floaty and fuzzy as she continued using him, and his mind wandered to this place and that as she began to let out tiny cries above him; did he enjoy this? did he actually like it? at this point he couldn’t really tell anymore, she made him cum so fucking often that his head was as floaty as it was now most of the time and he didn’t know what to do. didn’t he have a job before this, and friends? family? didn’t he belong to someone before?

… no. never. no one but her, that much he was certain of.

her hand suddenly tightens drastically around his throat and his eyes, which he’d closed, shoot open at the sudden pressure and lack of air. she ignores the strangled noises he’s making in favor of chasing her own orgasm, and when she creeps closer and closer then finally climaxes around him, “f-f-fuck — cum in me, takashi, fill my pussy up!” she continues choking him until his eyes roll back and he cums so hard his whole body goes numb, his mouth falling open and nothing short of pure gibberish coming out.

“a-aaaghaaaaghnnnghuh,” he moans, and she giggles, letting go of his throat and reveling in the heavy gasps for air he makes in between moans and gibberish.

“ooh, you’re such a dumb fuckin’ dolly, aren’t you takashi?” y/n purrs, gently kissing his cheek. “so fuckin’ stupid, ‘nd all because i bounced on your cock a ‘lil!”

all takashi can do is moan as her silky walls flutter around him, far too cum drunk to really register much. it takes hours before he’s finally able to say something understandable, her repositioning him so his head is laying on her chest not even speeding things up, and even when he can speak again his pronunciation is shit — still, y/n doesn’t mock him for it. “what’d ya give me?” he slurs, and she just giggles, petting his hair gently.

“baby boy, that was just a sugar pill — something to make you think i did something. all that that you just did with me? that was all you,” she purrs, “you wanted to fuck me, wanted to cum in my pussy — and you did, listening to me like the perfect little good boy you are.”

at her words, the cracks that had been forming in his head over the past few months widened, and a second later his mind completely shattered. at the sight of his empty eyes, y/n giggled and kissed his cheek.

“oh good! now you’re the perfect little doll for me~”

𝐟𝐨𝐫 @inupi. 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 @arlertslove’s 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛.

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nxtsnw · 2 years

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takashi mitsuya x gn!reader,

just a brainrot (pure fluff)

no proofread

3.08 am

Imagine starting to watch a movie with him at 3 a.m. People were already asleep when the party ended, but you two were unfazed.

There were no lights on in the room, and the only thing you could feel was the bed you were sitting in and the boy's body next to you. You weren't being handled by him; you were simply aware of his presence.

You couldn't see him, your face flushed, and your heart began to race faster than it had ever done before.

Takashi got up to get his computer, and when he returned, he casually laid next to you. There was a pleasant silence, he was choosing a random movie, and you were lying next to him.

As time passes, you get closer and closer.

Throughout the film, you may have caught him staring at you or vice versa; however, you always move away from his gaze while he keeps staring at you. You let him come closer to your chest as he moved his arm around you.

He wasn't trying to touch you in any way. He was simply falling in love with you. "You are so beautiful," he said, giggling at the blush on your cheek and the smile on your face.

When you look at him with a surprised expression, he takes advantage of the opportunity to get even closer to you, but without kissing you. He definitely enjoys teasing you. Takashi began rubbing his hands against your back and playing with your hair. The movie had faded into obscurity. Your mind was racing with ideas for what you should do.

His messy hair had never looked so pleasing, his sleepy eyes and smirk completed his immaculate face, and you were itching to kiss his pretty lips. So you kissed him on the lips first. It was a long and passionate kiss which he obviously reciprocated.

He didn't say anything, but he was looking forward to it.

A strange force shook his entire body, making him chuckle. After that, he began kissing your cheeks, nose, forehead, and then your lips once more.

No bad intentions, just lovely kisses for you, the person he will love for the rest of his life.

He wrapped his arm around your body and drew you closer to his chest, so now you were so tight to his warm body.

On that dark and cold night, the movie has only sound and light as a background.

But you two were warm, and you fell asleep hugging each other.

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h8ani · 7 months

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hi baby!!! this is for ur current event!!! ^^

i would like request numbers 38 and 41 in a childhood bestfriends to lovers (?) au with mitsuya from tr! <3

Nightmares

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Reader

Anime: Tokyo Revengers

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: f!reader, reader has nightmares, takashi is sickeningly sweet in this

Hehehehe I finally finished this, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🥹🥹 Feel free to request more!

Prompt List

You thought you had this under control, you really did, but the sweat on your palms and the way your breathing is staggered says otherwise. You’re usually able to calm yourself down and get back to sleep in an okay state, but you just couldn’t stop shaking, your heart was beating out of your chest and nothing you did could calm the static you felt in your body. Everything was tingly, it felt uncomfortable being in your bed, you felt uncomfortable being in your room, the nightmare that stays raging through your mind caused your cozy dimly lit room to form the terrors.

You didn’t want to resort to this but your body and feet willed you up and out of your bed. Fingers frantically turning your lights on causing your once dark room to be bright once again. The heartbeat that was once thumping in your ears had subsided, you could feel yourself calm down, though the shakiness in your body never settled. You stepped out of your room and walked to the opposite end of the apartment, feet shuffling quickly as the darkness in the apartment consumed you and you found yourself slipping in your roommate's room and closing the door faster than you meant to. The door shuts loudly and you mentally curse yourself and can only hope that you didn’t wake him up. You’re grateful his door was cracked open, it always is but you can only imagine how much louder you would’ve been if you had to open his door as well. You turn slowly, seeing his led lights glowing around his room brings a comfortable aura around you that the sigh that escapes you couldn’t be helped. You see Mitsuya sleeping peacefully, his head turned against his pillow and blankets covering most of his chest, you can’t help but feel bad for coming in unannounced now.

Mitsuya Takashi was your roommate for about two years now, though you’ve known him since you can remember. He was probably your closest friend thinking back on it, both of your mothers were childhood friends and they always laughed and said they’d do everything together. They went to the same school, had the same classes and coincidentally they got pregnant at the same time. You and Mitsuya were side by side all throughout life and even school, he even walked you back home before heading back to school to do his extracurricular activities. Once you both decided it was time to move out of your respective homes you both got a place together, you two have in simple terms been through everything together - although you’ve never had to wake him up in the middle of the night before.

You find yourself at the edge of his bed, he looks so peaceful you have half the mind to walk back out and deal with the after effects of your nightmare by yourself, but you knew it would just end up with you walking back to his room and finding yourself right where you left off.

“Takashi…” you mumble while slightly nudging him. He shifts by only a little, head rolling over to the other side. “Taka…Can I sleep here tonight?” You say louder, you can see him stir around more prominently while his head turns back to face you. His eyes slowly open and blink, it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim darkness that surrounds you. Once he finally sees you he lifts the blankets up giving you the silent okay to slip in.

You waste no time in getting under his blankets and cuddling up against him. He was warm like a furnace and you took all the warmth you could get. Your arms wrap around his waist while his arm settles around your shoulders and pulls you into him. “I’m sorry.” You apologize, unsure if the sudden heat you feel is because of your embarrassment or because of how warm he is. “I know your tired and this won’t-”

“Shh.” He quickly shushes you and closes his eyes once again.

“But-”

“I said shh.” His other hand reaches over and rubs your back, trying to soothe any anxieties you seem to have brought with you. You bite your tongue and don’t say anything else, just being around him soothed you enough that your body feels relaxed again. The tingling of your skin subsided along with just how tight your chest was feeling when you were in your own room.

Mitsuya didn’t mind you waking him up, he’s never been one to sleep through the night nor go to bed early anyways so a little disturbance of sleep by you was nothing that upset him. If he was being honest, having you by his side right now was a comfortable feeling to have.

You were quiet in his arms, you hadn’t made a sound since he shushed you and he thinks you’ve finally fallen back to sleep; your breathing had evened out and even the grip you had on him loosened. He opens his eyes, glancing down to you only to see your eyes wide open. He sighs, he turns his body so he’s now facing you all while scooting down the bed so he’d be eye level. His eyes meet your own, he could tell there were plenty of thoughts running rampant as you could barely keep up the contact, your own gaze falling somewhere else. When you meet his eyes seconds later his expression changed, face now scrunched up as he pondered over what to say.

After so many years of knowing you, he’s never known about your nightmares. Not once have you mentioned it to him or shown a sign that you were struggling. How long have you been struggling with this? He could have been there for you like he is tonight, held you against his chest and consoled you like he’s done for other things. Why didn’t you confide in him for this?

“What else are you keeping from me?” His words come out before he could properly think, mind still foggy from waking up not too long ago. The expression that graces your face can only be described in his words as adorably confused, your eyes widen, eyebrows furrow and lips pout.

“I don’t keep secrets from you.” You defend.

“You kept this from me.” Mitsuya shoots back, eyebrows raising as he looks at you. He can’t help but scan your entire face being so close to you.

“It’s not a-”

“If it’s not a big deal then you wouldn’t be in my bed unable to sleep.” He sees your mouth open and then close. You had nothing to argue with when you knew he was correct. A sigh slips past his lips. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No…”

Now it’s his turn to be the silent one. He’s unsure of what to say to you, unable to form the words he needs to reassure you and your mind. His eyes look elsewhere as his hand runs up and down your arm, it’s soothing to you; his hand was warm against your cold skin.

You stare at him, his eyes focused on something else. It looks as if he was lost deep in thought, concentrating on not making any eye contact with you. The low shade of the led lights that were cascading against his features made him look like he should be painted and shown off in a museum for everyone to see, though you’re happy it’s only you seeing him right now. He was attractive dare you say it, especially right now

His touch is soft, all of his touches are soft when it comes to you which you’ve noticed. It’s such a contrast as to how he perceives himself to others and what his life has been like.

Mitsuya never had the ideal home life, his mother worked late most nights so he had to take the roles of both a mother and father due to his father not being in the picture either. You’d always lend out a hand when you could, inviting him and the girls to your house to eat and relax if they didn’t want to be home alone; sleepovers were a constant thing even when you both were well into your teenage years.

You were never one for liking him being apart of the gang he was in, always calling you late at night with cuts and bruises because he didn’t want his sisters to see, you’d be at his house waiting for him while every meeting happened, you can still remember the anxiety you’d felt when he mentioned he’d be back late or if there were fights going on at the time. Mitsuya had a temper to him, easily controlled but he did have his slip ups. He’s snapped at others around you when he’d be too pissed off or just frankly annoyed with the world, but he never snapped at you. He was always soft and gentle when it came down to you.

All those times where you locked yourself in your room crying hysterically because of an insignificant high school boyfriend cheated on you, broke up with you and played with your heart he was there consoling you. He’d engulf you in his arms bringing you to his lap while he rubbed small circles into your back trying to calm you down in any way. He held you like you were fragile and he couldn’t dare to break you. Mitsuya cared about you and couldn’t help but be soft with you even despite everything he’s been through.

Your face felt as if it was set ablaze just thinking of him in such ways, he’s your best friend, always has been closer to you than anyone else. You wouldn’t dare ruin that with any thoughts of finding him attractive, even though pressed up against him and the way he’s staring so intently at you is giving you butterflies in the pit of your stomach. No. It’s just the anxiety of sleeping again, yeah that’s it. Just anxiety. No butterflies at all.

You're pulled out of your thoughts once his hand cups your cheek, you suddenly realize just how close the two of you are. Your senses came in full swing as all you could feel was the soft brush of his breath against your lips, the smell of his spearmint toothpaste he used before bed and the way his fingers grazed your cheek; rough yet soft finger pads against your smooth skin. “What are you thinking about?” He asks.

You.

“Nothing.”

“Still can’t sleep?” He smiles lazily at you, fingers still lightly touching your cheek. You shake your head in response. “What can I do for you?”

The sudden tension that wraps around you two tightens. Your eyes meet his yet no words seem to form in your tongue. What could you say to that? You didn’t know what to say. What did he expect you to say? Your mind was racing and the sudden tightness in your chest caused your body to stiffen.

His hand slides from your cheek to the back of your neck, fingers once again rubbing small circles there too. You held your breath feeling his hand settle on your nape. Mitsuya’s eyes glanced from your lips to your eyes, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Relax.”

“I am.” You pout.

“Relax more.”

Your eyebrows knit together. “How?” you ask, you were molded into him against his bed. As far as you knew this was the most relaxed you’ve been.

A thought crosses his mind, something he didn’t know if he should smack himself for or applaud for even coming up with it in the first place. Would he be so low as to try this? He’s never crossed any boundaries nor would he ever want to, especially with how you came to him tonight. You were the closest one in his life, he loved you dearly, you were his best friend, but…

“Close your eyes.” He finally gets out, confusion crosses your features once again tonight.

“What?”

“Close your-”

“I heard what you said, but why?”

“I’m helping you relax, just trust me.” He says finally, his words do little to actually help you relax but it’s Takashi, if he says to trust him then you trust him with everything in you.

Your eyes show hesitation but you close them regardless. He watches as you squeeze them shut, a smile can’t help but appear on his face while he watches you. The hand on your neck finds its way into your hair, gently massaging the back of your head, he watches your face relaxes while practically melting into his hand. “Relaxed now?” You nod slightly, head feeling heavier in his hand.

You do feel relaxed, your body melts into his own as you subconsciously lean into him. His hands working at your scalp have you zoning out to only focus on his touch against you so that you miss the way he scoots closer until you feel his lips on yours. Your eyes shoot open just to see him pull away.

“Sorry…I just-”

“Do that again…” your voice is barely above a whisper yet he hears you interrupt him regardless. If he wasn’t so close to you he would’ve missed what you said.

He stares at you, almost as if he’s waiting for you to take it back. The pout is back on your face as he looks at you. Your hands slip to his sides tugging him closer, a neediness coming out of you.

“It’ll help me relax…if you kiss me again.” Your big puppy dog eyes look at him and a smile reforms on his face. He could never deny you when you look like that.

“Promise?” You nod quickly, face perking up instantly.

You felt the flex of his hand before seeing him lean in, his grip tightening as he pulled you to him. The kiss was sweet and gentle despite his grip on your neck, he was holding you so close and tight while his lips moved against your own. Your hands slid up from his sides to his bare chest while finally placing themselves on his shoulders, fingers slightly digging into him grasping a hold to center yourself. Your mind was in a frenzy from such a soft and sweet act alone.

He pulled away sooner than you’d like and you find yourself chasing his lips. “One more.”

“We should sleep.” His hand went from your neck back to your cheek, caressing it lovingly while looking at you.

“One more then we’ll go to sleep.” You batted your eyes at him, that same pout gracing your face once again.

Mitsuya knew that there was no sleep anywhere in his future.

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hanemiso · 2 years

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also humbly requesting a 🍊 with mitsuya 😔💞 if that’s still open

thanks for requesting bestie <3 this is so short but i wanted to put something out for the best boy’s birthday so 😅

WHAT MITSUYA LOVES ABOUT YOU .

— Mitsuya loves everything about you; every little detail he learns about you makes him fall harder for you. Every imperfectly perfect part of you fills his heart completely.

— But something he specifically loves about you is your quality time. Your presence is truly a breath of fresh air for him.

— The way you can both spend time by not actually doing anything together, just sharing a content silence as he sews and you read. It’s comforting to him. He’ll sneak glances at you and just smile softly at how entranced you are in whatever you do.

— He loves just knowing you’re there. In anything you do, whether that be cuddling on the couch while watching movies, or simply doing work while he finishes up a custom piece; he’s content with being with you. Some of his favorite moments are just leaning his head on yours and playing with your fingers as you both relish in a serene quiet.

— He also appreciates that you both have a mutual understanding of there being days that you just need to be by yourselves. People can be overwhelming, and sometimes you or him just need a day to do your own things. Even in those moments, his thoughts drift to you.

— And when you both see each other after having that time away, his heart swells at your warmth. He looks forward to your hugs, and leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose. It makes the return all that much sweeter. He feels relief in knowing he gets to see you, especially when his eyes meet your softened gaze.

— It’s a kind of love that’s incomparable to anything he’s ever felt; one that needs no shared words or extravagant proclamations, but the simplicity of small touches and implicit “i love you’s.”

— He just feels so calm around you. He values your quality time like nothing else. To him, there’s nothing like doing nothing with you.

from; writing prompt ask game [closed]

#did i listen to ‘nothing’ by bruno major while writing this?#maybe-#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x you #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya takashi x reader #mitsuya takashi x you #mitsuya takashi x y/n

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hishui · 2 years

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A/n: a short scenario while I’m trying to figure out how to fix a glitch on tumblr or whatever it is

You’ve been stressing out with work lately. Your whole day is just you and your computer. Looking at the screen you sigh heavily, wanting all of this to end. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. Warm breaths hitting your neck making you giggle. He picks you up and carry you to bed, wrapping the blanket around the both of you, hands caressing your body.

“Take a break love…”

Rindou, Shinichirou, Wakasa, Mitsuya

@yeosatinyngz i’ve been trying to figure it out and it’s actually stressing me out rn 🙉🙉

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #rindou haitani #rindou x y/n #« hishui »#shinichiro x y/n #shinichiro sano #wakasa x y/n #wakasa imaushi #mitsuya takashi x y/n #mitsuya x you #bonten

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effetsecndaires · 9 months

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— 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES | toman members [mentioned: draken, hakkai, mitsuya, pah-chin, peh-yan, takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, baji.], bonten members [mentioned: takeomi, koko, kakucho, sanzu, ran and rindou haitani]

NOTE | headcanons for toman are set in the final timeline! everyone is in their mid/late 20s, happy & alive :) | request

— TOMAN.

When Mikey shows up with a pregnant lady at his side, most of the gang is stunned into silence. Curious gazes are exchanged, then everyone start whispering among each other, trying to make sense of the situation.

At first, nobody really connects the dots. They all assume you must be a friend in need or someone Mikey found and decided to help. They imagine that Mikey took you under his wing and promised to keep you safe – which would explain why he brought you here. Typical Mikey.

Imagine the absolute whiplash when Mikey starts the meeting by introducing you as his wife.

For some of them (especially Draken), it's kind of a hard pill to swallow.

A wave of realization hits him hard and he suddenly feels like he never really knew Mikey after all. His best friend, whom he hangs out with pretty much every day and has been looking after his whole life, has been married this entire time? He can't help but wonder how he missed all the signs and feels a mixture of emotions as he tries to process those unexpected layers of Mikey's life that he never knew existed.

But once he starts to grasp the reasons why Mikey did it, he begins to feel better about it.

He knows that Mikey has always been a responsible and thoughtful young man. The fact that he kept his wife hidden from the gang because he knew your presence might've made you a target for rival gangs or enemies seeking to exploit the slightest vulnerability in his life only made Draken more admirative of Mikey.

Over time, everyone in Toman gets accustomed to the situation and they all grow closer to you, much to Mikey's delight.

Hakkai has yet to get used to seeing you around all the time, but he tries his best. He really likes you and tries not to freeze completely when you talk to him. It's not easy for him, but he does manage to get a few words out when you start a conversation. It's cute to see him make the effort and face his shyness just to be able talk to you.

Baji and Chifuyu are like your personal bodyguards. They treat you like a younger sibling, always looking out for you and stealing you from Mikey to hang out or help with shopping for the baby.

As for Mitsuya, he'll put all his energy into making his own unique pieces of clothing for the baby. Before your child is even born, he's is already envisioning the most adorable designs to keep the little one cozy and stylish at all times. He'll design all sort of cute outfits, knit baby blankets, baby booties, and maybe even craft some nursery decor, because why not.

Everyone quickly realizes that you are an essential pillar of support for Mikey and they, too, end up finding comfort in your presence.

In moments of stress and anxiety, you always know how to calm them down. A gentle touch on the shoulder or a quick pep talk is all it takes to ease the burden from their shoulders. It's as if you have this innate sense of knowing when people need support the most, and you're always there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to lean on.

You've practically become Kazutora's best friend and confident, and he often seeks your advice on important decisions. Your bond with him runs deep, forged through shared experiences and the understanding that you have for each other. He knows that you genuinely care about his well-being and will always have his best interests at heart.

After the baby's arrival, Pah-Chin and Peh-Yan turn into the typical pair of bickering uncles, always competing to hold the baby first (because of course, everyone gets to hold your baby at least once a day).

One day, their playful argument escalates and their voices disturb the baby's peaceful sleep, leading to Mikey landing a friendly kick on them, while Draken settles to giving them a rather harsh slap on the back of the head.

In the midst of the chaos, Takemichi eventually gets the privilege of holding the baby first. You could tell he was practically dying to ask, but simply didn't dare to.

You share a special connection with all of Mikey's friends, like a close-knit found family, and each of them wholeheartedly reciprocates your affection.

— BONTEN.

When Mikey holds a meeting to introduce his pregnant partner, the news doesn't really come off as a shock to anyone. Everyone in Bonten is used to sleeping around, and, well, they know that accidents can happen.

Mikey decided to be responsible and keep a prostitute and her baby? Okay, good for him. Maybe not the best decision, but that's none of their business.

What genuinely shocks them however, is finding out that you and your baby are actually far from being a mere accident or casual fling gone wrong.

In fact, you've been Mikey's wife for a little over a year now, and the main motivation behind his decision to introduce you to his gang is to ensure your safety at all times. He can't risk an enemy finding out about you before his allies do, especially now that you're pregnant.

They're not exactly thrilled by the idea of playing babysitter for their boss - but they quickly get used to having you around. (It's not like they have much of a choice anyway)

Takeomi handles you like literal porcelain. He doesn't leave your side, always following you around to make sure you don't trip, fall down the stairs or hurt yourself in any way shape or form.

His attentiveness is primarily driven by your position as the boss's wife rather than personal affection or genuine concern for you, though. He's just doing his job, knowing that any harm happening to you while he's in charge of watching you will result in him getting reprimanded by Mikey. You're a very nice woman, but he'd rather be tasked with more important business - hence the constant huffs and sighs when he's around you.

Koko, on the other hand, grows particularly fond of you and buys pretty much everything you need for yourself and the baby. Whether it be clothes, plushies, furniture for the nursery or your weird pregnancy cravings, he'll get you anything you desire. This baby is going to be spoiled rotten whether you like it or not. (Mikey complains about it more than you do)

Similarly, you and Kakucho develop a significant bond over time, the third-in-command becoming almost like an older brother to you. Among the gang, he stands out as the friendliest and least intimidating, Introducing a comforting and accessible presence in your life, something you've been missing for a while. Although you love Mikey dearly, being his wife presents its own set of difficulties and often leaves you feeling isolated.

Sanzu mostly minds his own business. He does his job and keeps an eye on you, but he has too much respect for Mikey to even consider befriending you. He wouldn't want his boss to get the wrong idea.

He mostly leaves the wifesitting job to the others, preferring to stay by Mikey's side and obey his more thrilling orders.

(And let's be honest, you're not complaining)

The Haitani brothers aren't big on befriending, and yet from time to time they'll buy some stuff for your baby, like little shoes or plushies. (That's mostly Rindou's doing, as he tends to be friendlier than his older brother).

When you find yourself alone at home, they're usually the ones assigned to stay by your front door, ensuring your security.

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the-atlas-sister · 5 months

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

𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘, 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞, 𝙱𝚊𝚓𝚒, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒, 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗, 𝙸𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

"Y/N!" You let out a scream as you heard Mikey pounding on your bathroom door. You were completely naked, getting ready to hop in the shower when your oh so loving boyfriend decided to pound on the door.

"Let me in!" Mikey yelled as the pounding sound continued.

"I'm getting in the shower!" you yelled back grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your torso. The sound paused for a moment before Mikey continued, only louder. "Oh my god!" you yelped, unlocking the door and letting the boy inside.

"Woah-" Mikey said, his eyes going wide as he barged into the bathroom. He held a large bowl of ice water.

"What the hell are you doing with that?" you asked, looking down at the bowl of ice water.

"...get in the shower," he said, trying to hide the bowl behind his back.

"...why do you have the bowl Manjiro?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at the blonde haired boy. He approached you slowly, causing you to step back towards the shower. "Manjiro..."

"Hold still baby," he said, raising the water bowl high above his head.

"Manjiro!" you screeched as he poured the water over your head, drenching you in ice cold water and ice cubes on the tiles of the floor. You stared at him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. "You're dead," you hissed.

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘

"Hey baby?" Shinichiro said, opening the door to your bedroom, not giving you much time to cover up your bare chest.

"Wait-!" You tried- but it was too late. Shinichiro looked at you with wide eyes as you covered your chest with your arms. He held a fast food menu in his hands.

"Um-" His eyes scanned your topless figure, pink dusting his cheeks. "You- damn I'll never get old of this picture...." he mumbled.

"Don't barge in like that-" you whined, throwing a nearby shirt at the taller black haired man.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before," he chuckled, flinching slightly as the shirt hit his shoulder. "Just wondering what you wanted to eat tonight?"

"Just the usual," you grumbled, going to push him out of the bedroom. "Knock next time please."

"You look beautiful baby," he chuckled, letting you push him out of the room.

𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚢𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘

Chifuyu pushed open your door, his face buried in his manga as he did. You and Chifuyu had recently moved into a shared dorm room and both of you were still getting used to the idea of living intimately with another person.

"Chifuyu!" you exclaimed, quickly covering your naked body with a nearby shirt.

"Huh? Oh- oh shit!" Chifuyu exclaimed, his face turning a deep red as he looked up at your hardly covered body. "Oh... shit." His eyes scanned your body, making the tips of your ears flush.

"Chifuyu!" you repeated, giving him a shy look.

"Right- right- sorry," he said, shaking his head and turning around to walk out of the room. You couldn't help but smile softly as you caught the wide grin on his face before he left.

𝙱𝚊𝚓𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎

"BABE! I- honey, stop screaming," Baji said, throwing open the shower curtain, despite you trying to cover yourself. "Just look." He showed you his phone, only to reveal a video of Chifuyu getting kicked in the balls by a kindergartener.

"Ba- wait, how did that even happen?" you asked, looking at the screen a bit closer.

"He tried to play a game with Mitsuya's little sisters," Baji chuckled, looking at the phone himself before looking at you. "Damn."

"Get out of here," you chuckled, pushing Baji away from the shower weakly.

"Nuh uh- I'm getting in there!" Baji said, giving you a cheeky grin and pulling off his clothes with an unexplainable speed.

"Baji!" you yelped with a laugh as he hopped into the shower.

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚒

You watched with wide eyes as Takemichi barged into your bedroom. His eye and lip was swollen and his hair was messy. He was rambling about something from the future and a recent fight and Mikey and Draken, oblivious to your shirtless figure watching him.

"Um- Takamichi?" you said, looking at him with a raised brow.

"Huh?" the blonde boy looked over at you, his eyes sudden going wide and his whole face turning a dark red hue. "AAAAAAAAH! I'm so sorry!" he yelled, quickly turning around and placing his face against the door. "I-I just have so much I want to tell you. Oh my god I'm so sorry. Let me know when you're finished."

You never even got the chance to say anything as he shuffled out the door.

𝙺𝚎𝚗 "𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗" 𝚁𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚓𝚒

"Hey beautiful," Ken said as he walked into your shared bedroom.

"Hey handsome," you responded, looking at your half naked figure in the mirror. "Do I look like I'm gaining some weight?"

"Not particularly," he shrugged, creeping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "Look as beautiful as ever baby." He leaned down and placed a few kisses along the skin of your neck.

𝙸𝚣𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊

You and your boyfriend had recently moved into an apartment together. You had to start getting used to living together with someone, them seeing you naked, smelling your morning breath, seeing you after a night out.

Some took more adjusting than others.

"I could get used to this," Izana's voice chuckled from the doorway. You whipped around to see Izana staring at your topless figure with a loving smile.

"You can't just walk in on me like that," you scoffed, blushing slightly and going to grab a shirt.

"Why not? It's my room too," he chuckled, going to grab the shirt from your hands. "And I'm loving the view, pretty." He cupped your cheek and kissed you softly.

You froze in place as his lips touched yours. You allowed yourself to fall into it, your hand going to grab his arm as your eyes fluttered closed.

"I'll let you get dressed," Izana mumbled, pulling away from your lips.

"I can wait," you said, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊

Takashi smiled softly as he wandered into your room. He watched with a shy blush as you danced to whatever was playing in your headphones, dressed in only a bra and sweatpants. He leaned on the door for a second longer, counting his blessings for being the one to capture the heart of such a beautiful person such as yourself. After a few seconds longer he left the room and you were none the wiser to his presence.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/the-atlas-sister/735496078254850048/t%E1%95%BCey-%E1%97%AF%E1%97%A9%E1%92%AAk-i%E1%91%8E-o%E1%91%8E-yo%E1%91%8C-%E1%91%95%E1%95%BC%E1%97%A9%E1%91%8Egi%E1%91%8Eg%E1%91%8E%E1%97%A9ke%E1%97%AA-tokyo-%E1%96%87e%E1%90%AF

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wolfiesmoon · 5 months

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The greatest gift

it's the most wonderful time of the year as they like to say so how about you recieve the best gift from santa on top of that 😈

this is suggestive perhaps??

Characters featured: mikey, hanma, baji, mitsuya

₊˚⊹♡ Mikey

You were joking when you asked for "Mikey" for christmas. You thought Hina and Emma knew you were joking.

So why the hell was Mikey currently tied up with a christmas ribbon and sitting under the christmas tree in your house, staring back at you with a slight smile?

"Merry christmas."

"I- HUH?!" you quickly covered your mouth, not wanting to be too loud at midnight. "Mikey, why are you in my house?" you whisper yelled.

"Emma and Hina jumped me." was his comically simple response. Well, it would be comically simple if Mikey didn't scare the living crap out of you just a few moments ago.

"That- That doesn't explain anything!" at this point, you've given up with trying to be quiet.

"I can't tell you anything more. I have no idea what's happening either."

"How are you so calm about this anyways?" you walked closer to him, inspecting the tag on the ribbon that said "Merry christmas from Emma and Hina".

"Now that I think of it, it is pretty weird to be kidnapped by your sister."

You're not even going to ask how they managed to get him in here without the keys.

"Well, uhhh... how about I unwrap you...?" you offered awkwardly after a small silence.

"Are you sure you want to do that? You'll unleash the true present by doing that." something... strange flashed behind his dark eyes.

"...What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing. ♡"

₊˚⊹♡ Hanma

"Merry christmas. ♡" you froze at the sound of his voice.

You were woken up by some weird noise downstairs, quietly walking down to investigate the source. You even took a knife from the kitchen just in case.

But instead of a robber or kidnapper, what you found was Hanma Shuji tied up in a big red ribbon. Smiling at you.

"Don't you merry christmas me." you didn't know what to say or do. You were scared out of your mind just now and that combined with the strange sight in front of you made you at a loss of... anything, really.

"Woah, that's a big knife... What were you going to do with that?˜" he sounded more amused than anything.

"You little... I don't... What is even happening?" you dropped the knife on the ground.

"Someone told me that you want 'Hanma Shuji' for christmas."

"Well, you know what I thought I was going to get for christmas? Kidnapped, that's what!" you yelled, not even caring about how loud you are right now.

"Hahahah, how amusing!" he laughed, seeming very satisfied.

"You won't be saying that after the things I will do to you. You know you can't escape when you're tied up, right?" a smirk crossed your face suddenly. A sense of boldness overtook you.

"Oooh, aren't you bold. ♡" his smile only widened.

₊˚⊹♡ Baji

"No way." you had to do a double take when you saw what you thought you saw.

Turns out this christmas is more interesting than you thought it would be. A present from Toman ended up being Baji Keisuke in the flesh.

"Mmmf!" he's probably telling you to free him right now, which admittedly, is hard to do when your mouth is gagged.

"Wow, this is like, the best present I ever got. I gotta thank the boys later." you walked closer to him, kneeling down and inspecting him in all his tied up glory.

Baji looked half angry half embarrased, and honestly that just made you want to tease him more. You kissed his cheek, smiling cheekily.

"Hmmf..." you laughed a little at his face.

"Mmmf! Hmmm!"

"Okay, okay, I get it, I'll let you out. But that doesn't mean that I'm done with you just yet." you smiled, taking the bow of the ribbon into your hands to untie it.

"Mmm..?!"

₊˚⊹♡ Mitsuya

"Me and Mana have a surprise for you." Luna ran up to you all of a sudden.

"What is it?" you placed your hands on your knees to get closer to Luna's height.

"Wait till christmas." that was Luna's only response before running off to continue playing with Mana.

"Hmmm..." you hummed, a bit confused.

"Was this... Luna and Mana's gift?" you looked at the comically large christmas present under the tree. What in the world did those two give you?

You carefully removed the lid of the box, worried about the contents. Only to find Mitsuya inside.

"I- What the hell?" Luna and Mana sure are some evil children.

"I don't know either. Hakkai approached me just now and said "sorry" before wrapping me up and putting me in this box with no further explanation." his eyes never left yours.

"I think I know who's idea this was..." you stepped inside the box, sitting directly across from him. He raised an eyebrow.

"Your little sisters told me something about a surprise for christmas..."

"Oh my god. That explains... a lot." he looked as if he just made a big realisation. You couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight.

You pecked his lips all of a sudden, making him jump slightly. "Tell them thank you later."

"Shouldn't you be thanking them?" he smiled.

"No, I'm sure you'll be the one thanking them tommorow." His eyes widened at your mischevious smirk.

an early christmas present for my mikey, hanma, baji and mitsuya babes 💕

i want to make sure yall are well fed with that christmas dinner this year

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