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aryomengrande · 2 days
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izatina ⋆˙⟡♡
tokrev collab w @half-baked-biscuit
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emotionlesspuppy2 · 2 days
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Homework in Tokyo revengers
Y/n: *storms in*
Izana: damn she looks pissed it’s kinda turning me on
ran: ikr
Y/n: who the FUCK took my homework?!
ran: not me!
rin: not me
baji: defo not me
draken: bitch I don’t even go to school
Kisaki: same
Hanma: me as well
ran: Izana took it!
Izana: no I didn’t you prick, my dog did!
Y/n: YOU DONT HAVE A DOG!!!
Izana: I mean mikey!
mikey: HEY!
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the-atlas-sister · 3 months
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MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED
But make it ✨spicy✨
Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.
“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.
Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.
“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.
Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.
“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.
“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”
Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.
You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.
Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.
Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”
Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.
“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.
“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.
You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.
You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.
His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”
Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.
“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”
“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.
“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.
“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.
“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.
“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”
Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.
Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.
"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.
"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"
That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.
He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.
Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.
Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.
Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.
"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.
"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.
"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.
You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.
Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."
Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...
Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.
"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.
"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.
"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.
"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.
"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.
You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.
As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.
He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.
"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.
"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.
"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.
"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.
"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.
"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."
Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.
"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.
"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."
"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.
"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.
"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"
"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"
You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."
I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.
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fuyuluvr · 6 months
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1:54am — kurokawa izana
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“izana-nii-” 
“izana-nii!” 
the door to izana’s room opens as emma enters with a glare on her face. 
“i was calling for you for the last minute, didn’t you hear me?” the youngest sano asks as she crosses her arms and stares at the tanned male who lies down on his bed, blanket up to his nose. 
“what?” izana asks, as he cuddles closer to his pillow. 
“have you seen my pink phone case? (y/n) and i are having a sleepover and we plan on taking matching phone case pictures.” she said as she rummaged through izana’s drawers. 
“tsk. why the hell would it be in my room? have you asked mikey?” izana asks, a bit pissed off at emma going through his things. 
“he said that you might know.” “emma, it’s not here, go check on his room.” 
emma sighs and closes his top drawer. 
“why is the blanket all the way up, zana-nii?” the blonde asks as she notices the uncharacteristic way her brother lied on his bed. 
“eh, felt cold.” izana coughs, emma looks at him with a raised brow, not buying into anything he says. 
“...sure.” emma trails off. “anyway, (y/n) is gonna be here in a few minutes.” izana raises a brow at that statement. what was he supposed to do? 
“...okay?” izana responds and emma sighs right after. “please promise to be nice to her.” 
izana remained confused and emma sighs once again because clearly, her brother can’t take a hint. 
“she… kinda has a thing for you so if you could at least be decent, then that would be greatly appreciated.” emma says before turning towards the door, opening it and leaving. 
“by the way. please don’t tell her i said that.” emma says before she shuts the door fully, leaving izana in his room. 
once izana hears emma’s footsteps disappear, a loud snort leaves his lips. 
he removes the blanket that covered him, revealing you who was looking down on his sheets, not looking at his face. 
“so… you have a thing for me?” you clicked your tongue and punched his chest, glaring at the way his laughter seems to double over. 
“shut up.” you mumble. izana stops laughing, a smile still on his face as he pulls you closer to his chest. 
“i can’t believe emma would snitch on me like that.” you pout and cuddle closer to him, he laughs once more before pressing a kiss on your forehead. 
“it’s fine, mahal. she only told me because she overheard me confide in mikey.” you blinked, processing his words. 
“you confided in mikey?” 
“yes, mahal. he was the only person in the house, or so i thought.” 
“yes, but mikey?” izana groans. “i’m aware that wasn’t a good call. he gave useless advice.” 
“what did he tell you?” “beat someone up in front of you to assert how strong i am or some shit. i stopped listening halfway.” 
you let out a giggle at his words. “whatever. it worked out. we’re together now.” izana smiles before he lifts up your face to press a soft kiss on your lips. 
“ganda mo talaga, mahal.” your face warmed at the sudden drop in his tone before pecking his lips once more, basking in the silence of you and your lover. 
“still can’t believe you asked mikey.” 
“mahal, stop.” 
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notes: prelims are ass and im barely surviving rn so have a lil zana drabble before i evaporate for a week or two
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sk3tch404 · 14 days
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"Stop drawing Izana!"
How about NO.
If Izana Kurokawa has fans, I'm one of them.
If Izana Kurokawa has no fans, I'm dead.
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hajimeseyo · 2 months
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You're staring, Izana notices. 
He has no idea who you are, really, but you've been trying (and obviously failing) to sneak subtle glances at him the entire time since he stepped into the convenience store. It's starting to throw him off, just a little. For all he knows, you could be a spy from an opposing gang. Not a very good one, though. 
Your gaze follows him as he walks towards the cashier and pays, and even as he walks towards the exit, plastic bags in hand. He pays it no mind as he feels it shift off him, the sound of the cashier greeting you the last thing he hears as he steps outside the store. 
It didn't seem like you were going to pick a fight with him, he might as well just leave it be. 
Besides, any gang that dared to come after Tenjiku would just be mercilessly crushed under his heel. A spy or two wouldn't change that fact.
The clouds above him rumble, dark and heavy, and he frowns, looking up at the cloudy sky. It would be a pain in the ass if it rained while he was in the middle of walking home. Maybe he could call Kakucho to pick him up. Or he could just buy an umbrella from the store right behind him…
The sound of footsteps snap him out of his thoughts, and he glances to the side to see you, head lowered and lips mouthing numbers as you take inventory of the things in your plastic bag. You don't seem to have noticed him, he notes in amusement.
His theory proves true when you look up, done from counting, and nearly jump at the sight of him staring straight at you. Your eyes are wide, the way you freeze reminding him of a prey caught by its hunter, and he can't stop himself from having a little fun. 
“You were staring at me quite a lot earlier, huh?” He says, relishing in the way your face flushes with embarrassment, and the way you instantly try (and fail) to school it into a look of nonchalance. “Is there a problem?”
You cough awkwardly, eyes suddenly unable to look at him despite being fully glued onto him just minutes ago. Izana watches you squirm, all too used to these shows of discomfort. Based on most of his past interactions, you'll probably come up with some lame excuse on why you were staring at him, then take the first opportunity you have to run away. Or get defensive, and aggressively deny you were doing anything of the sort. People always act the same when confronted with their actions. Izana's used to the same old song and dance. 
He wonders which route you’ll take.
To his surprise, you take neither of them. 
You seem to come to a decision, gaze snapping up to him, nervous but suddenly full of what seems like determination.
“There's no problem, I was just staring because–” You falter a little here, cheeks reddening a little again, before you pull yourself together with a quick shake of the head. “Because, well…your eyes.”
“Hm?” That response certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “What about them?”
“They're beautiful.”
The words are said so plainly, without a trace of any doubt, and Izana is shocked speechless. 
While he doesn't deny that he's good looking, the word ‘beautiful’ and any part of him have never been together in the same sentence before. That he's heard of, at least. Even if any of his subordinates had the guts to consider him ‘beautiful’, they definitely wouldn’t have the guts to say it to his face. Granted, you probably don’t have any idea who he is, but still. This is definitely a first.
(And even so, the thought that something about him could be beautiful was something that had never occurred to him.)
“...Really?” The words come out in a whisper before he could stop himself.
You nod vigorously, and once again Izana is thrown off by the fact that it's something you're so sure of. As if the thought of it being untrue has never even crossed your mind.
His response seems to appear to you as an invitation to talk more, as you continue speaking, hesitation fading away with each word that comes out of your mouth. “They're just such a beautiful shade of purple, like amethysts. I've never seen anything like it before. And paired with your long white eyelashes and white hair, you look like someone's painting came to life.”
"I don't know if anyone's told you before, but you're really a sight to behold."
There's a light, pleasant feeling in his chest.
He doesn't know what it is. 
“Ah!” You suddenly slap your hands over your mouth. “I spoke too much! God, I must've sounded like a creep, I'm so sorry–”
A laugh cuts you off from your panicked rambling. Izana doesn't quite know why he's laughing, but seeing you panicking over saying the wrong things despite being fully shameless literally right before just seemed so funny, and well, there's such a nice warmth in his chest; indulging in it doesn't hurt, right?
(He doesn’t notice the stars in your eyes as you stare, almost in awe, at his laughing visage.)
“What’s your name?” You’re interesting, he’s decided. It would be a shame to let you just slip away.
“[name].”
He lets out a hum. “[name], huh…got it.” 
“Wait.” You call out to him, just as he turns and begins to walk away. “What’s yours?”
He doesn’t notice, but as he turns back, there’s a genuine, serene smile on his face that would’ve shocked even the noisiest Haitani twins into silence at seeing it on the face of the highly feared leader of Tenjiku.
“Izana. Don’t forget it.”
(He’s scolded nonstop by Kakucho when he shows up at home, soaking wet from the heavy downpour outside.
“It’s not like you to be so careless.” Kakucho huffs, drying his hair roughly with all the fierceness of an Asian mom. “You knew it was going to start raining on your way back, why didn’t you just call for one of us to get you from the store?”
Izana hums unconcernedly. “I was already walking away from the store, I couldn’t just stop and turn back.”
“Huh?? Why the hell not??”
“Don’t be stupid, Kakucho. I would’ve looked so uncool.”
“??????”)
(part 2 here!)
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wingo5 · 1 month
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Scribbles :‘)
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lixie-21 · 1 month
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THEY LOOKS SO POWERFUL!!
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pfpanimes · 3 months
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⌕ tokyo revengers - ep 49.
like or reblog if you save/use.
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izanazqueen · 4 months
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🎴 YOKOHAMA TENJIKU -THE VICIOUS GENERATION
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h3yl4dies · 3 months
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I feel like this is how Izana forced tenjiku to attack mikey 😭 (why is he so cute omfg)
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Izana : KILL HIM!!!!
Mikey : I want dorayaki.
Takemichi : bro izanas gonna kill you-
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Creds to the original person who made this (idek who made this 😭)
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mitsuyeaah · 1 year
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tr characters reacting to you saying “is this seat taken?” while pointing to their lap
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gets REALLY flustered and turns into a deep shade of red while trying to think of a reply even though it’s just a yes or no question. he ends up just shaking his head and then turning away once you do sit on his lap. definitely doesn’t know what to do with his hands, does he wrap it around your waist? hold your hips? he won’t know, instead he just ends up awkwardly having his arms by his side and trying his best not to move too much. poor boy is flustered to the max.
HAKKAI, Takemichi, Chifuyu, KAZUTORA, Shinichiro, Naoto
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tries to act really cool about it by shaking his head and muttering an almost inaudible “no, its not.” but the tip of his ears are a dead giveaway of how taken aback the question took him. also wouldn’t know what to do with his hands for the first few seconds but decides to rest it on your hips. his hands are almost hovering and not making a lot of contact with you because he’s a gentleman and is very unsure if you would like that. would also be squirming in his seat from time to time and you’d have to ask him if he’s okay.
Baji, RINDOU, Inupi, MITSUYA, Draken, Kakucho
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gives you the biggest smirk while leaning back on the couch, one arm draped on the back of the couch and the other gently patting his thigh while saying “all yours, baby” he’d also spread his legs a little more. the one hand that he used to pat his thigh would automatically settle on your waist or if he’s feeling a little more touchy, he would wrap it around your front and pull you closer to him. would not be able to keep his hands off you. if pulling you closer to him isn’t enough, he’d rub his hand up and down your waist making you shiver at the touch.
HANMA, Ran, Kokonoi, WAKASA, Sanzu, Izana, Mikey
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a little something i wrote this morning. didn’t use a lot of braincells for this oh well.
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alisxdoll · 2 years
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Tokyo Revengers x Sanrio characters ♡
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It doesn't let me post all the pictures so, this is the thread I've made on Twitter with all of them
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tyshuu · 2 years
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ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢᴀɴɢ ᴜɴɪꜰᴏʀᴍ!
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characters:Mikey,Izana,Draken,Baji,Hanma.
Request from:@arawas6518
ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ
he walks over to you,slowly,his hollow eyes following yours,it sent chills down your spine and you wondered if maybe you shouldn’t have been wearing his jacket.You closed your eyes,scared of what would come next.However,he just stares at you blankly,before swiflty wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you.his soft breath hitting your ear as he softly whispers “Never leave me.”
ɪᴢᴀɴᴀ
He walks over to you,and he chuckles at the sight of you struggling to zip up his red coat.”Here,let me help you.”He says,bending down so he can zip the coat up all the way to the top.He helps you flatten out the crimson material so it fits right onto your body.”You look good.”He hums softly,before kissing your forehead.He runs his fingers through your hair and smiles.”I love you.”
ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇɴ
He slowly strolls over to you,trying not to laugh at how the large jacket barely fit you because of his tall size.Patting your head,he smiles at you and you wrap your arms around him,grinning widely.It took Draken by surprise,though he didn’t pull away from your embrace,he’d never admit it,but he wishes you would do it more.He murmurs softly,”God,what did I do to have someone like you?”
ʙᴀᴊɪ
Baji looks at you,his fangs showing from his confused frown.”What are you doing with my jacket?”Assuming that means he wants you to give it back to him,you start unbuttoning the gold buttons delicately sewn onto the dark material.”Hey,I didn’t mean take it off,dumbass,you look good in it.”He spoke,taking you by surprise,though he was your boyfriend,he never seemed to act like it so this was probably the closest you’ll get to him acting like one.
ʜᴀɴᴍᴀ
“Hah,what’s this ♡? A lazy grin sat upon his face.”You look cute,but you’d look even cuter with no clothes on though-” “Shut the fuck up.”You cut him off before he could finish his sentence.He chuckles,”Whatever you say,it’s still true~“You sigh,turning to walk away from him,before you can,he grabs your shoulder and turns your head towards him.He kisses you before saying “If we’re not gonna fuck at least let me kiss you.”
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fuyuluvr · 10 months
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1:43pm — kurokawa izana
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“baby~” you cooed at your sleepy boyfriend who clung to your side. a garbled groan left his lips as a response. 
“what?” izana’s eyes were still closed. he leans in closer, trying to bury his head by the crook of your neck. 
“don’t you think your hair is getting too long?” you say as you run your fingers through his hair, twisting the strands playfully, lulling him into a more relaxed state. 
“‘t’s fine…” he slurs, “hair is hair. i don’t get it, ‘ll get a trim sometime this week.” he continues, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer. 
“but baby–” “mahal kooo.” izana whines, “stop talking… ‘t’s too early and i want to sleep in more.” 
“ran and kakucho will be here any minute.” you warn, but still card your fingers through his hair. 
“i don’t care.” izana huffs, violet eyes still hidden behind his closed eyelids. “they’re just going to annoy me and i don’t wanna deal with them today.” 
“didn’t you call them here for a meeting??” izana lets out a sound that sounds similar to a whine. 
“that was izana from yesterday, izana today wants to laze around.” you roll your eyes lightheartedly at the behavior your boyfriend was showcasing. 
“you have to get up and prepare, ‘zana.” you try saying again and izana just wiggles on the bed, as if he were throwing a tantrum. “i don’ wanna…” 
“izana–” “can’t we just stay in bed today, mahal ko?” his eyes opened a fraction, bleary violet eyes staring at you and you could almost swear there was a pout on the tanned male’s face. 
“but kakucho and ran–” “they can talk to the fish for all i care, i just want to sleep in and cuddle with my mahal sa buhay.”
“your flattery is not getting you anywhere, love.” izana whines once more before he opens his eyes fully.
“just this once?” “izana.” “fine.” he pouts before he gets up, his sculpted back fully on display and you couldn’t help but run your eyes over the expanse. 
“but after i’m done, you better be in bed. i expect cuddles when i get back.” 
“yes, sir. i’m not going anywhere.” you mock saluted with a sarcastic smile on your face and izana smiled before walking over to you and placing a kiss on your cheek. 
“i’ll see you after this meeting.” he says, as if he was finding reasons to stay in bed with you. 
“yes, yes. you’ve made it clear, now go!” 
“really, i could stay and–” “izana, hurry up.” another pout.
“fine.” he huffs before opening the door. 
“see you, mahal.” and the door shuts. 
you would never tell him, but his pet name for you never failed to make you swoon. 
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tr: mahal – love
mahal ko – my love
mahal ko sa buhay – love of my life
note: haven't been posting a lot of tr (or any work) in general so have this very short filo speaking, clingy!izana drabble <33 (he speaks tagalog, i am sure of it)
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sk3tch404 · 16 days
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Not even ONE call back? Smh.
Victim blaming, I choose you! ⛹
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