#kurokawa izana x reader

[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.

[cheesus-doodles]

If only life was always so simple.

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[strawberrynightmare]

Mikey, Mitsuya, Koko & Izana with foodie s/o

Content warning: Just Izana being a little bit... extreme

Koko

~It all started when he took you birthday shopping. The two of you went to a mall and he told you to take anything you want and not look at the price, to which you hesitantly agreed. He expected to be dragged into a clothing or electronics shop. Whatever you wanted; jackets, shoes, bags, perfumes, headphones, games, or maybe, once you get more confident, a phone, tablet, laptop? Or even a tv?

~He got so lost in his fantasies it took him a few minutes to comprehend your current whereabouts. 

~...A grocery store.

~Well, that’s fine. It’s completely reasonable that you’d want to do groceries. Duties first, pleasures second. Although he had to assure you that he’s more than happy to pay for your overflowing shopping cart full of sweets, snacks, cheese and other stuff.  He didn’t let you carry everything yourself, either. He insisted he carries at least 3/4 of them.

~Then the two of you went to get pizza. For that, he paid without even asking. Of course, it wouldn’t be good to shop hungry. And then a sweet dessert - ice cream!

~And when he thought that this is where the actual shopping trip starts, you said that you were done and thanked him. He looked at you as if you were insane. Surely, you must have been joking. 

~But instead of saying “just kidding”, you asked him if there’s anywhere he wants to go. This man was so flabbergasted that he just shook his head and silently walked you home. 

~It didn’t take him long to accept his fate and change his strategy, though. 

~Instead of more “classic” gifts, he began to buy you food. And rather than to the shopping malls, he took you to some of the most recommended restaurants. Pretty chill about it too. Although only for as long as he gets to pay. He can get petty when you don’t let him. The two of you literally race to the checkpoint

~And no, you are not visiting McDonald's, KFC or such things. He’s willing to (respectfully) argue with you about that. Why would you even look at their trash-quality food, when he’s more than willing to pay for something healthier and tastier? *proceeds to wave his credit card in front of your face until you give up*

~If there’s a specific food you crave out of the blue, all you have to do is text him. He’ll order it for you. Hell, he’ll even order anything he sees advertised on the internet that he thought you might like, so don’t get surprised when you get random parcels delivered to your door.

~If you’re worried about your eating habits, he’ll suggest visiting a dietician and will even accompany you there. Won’t force you or stick his nose into your eating habits unless it’s clearly dangerous for your health, though. Most of the time he just supports every decision you make.

~Literally the definition of “Eat whatever you want, I can pay.”

Izana

~Okay this guy 100% loves to watch you eat. You can’t convince me otherwise. 

~Like, imagine you’re casually enjoying your waffles and he sits right in front of you, staring at you, drilling holes into your soul with his gaze. Like this ◉_◉. He doesn’t even order anything for himself no matter how many times you ask him if he’s sure that he’s not hungry. 

~Your boyfriend literally can get high on dopamine from watching you eat something you like. He doesn’t get bored. Each time the two of you meet, he just kinda gives you some kind of a snack and at this point, you don’t even question it, cause he’s gonna do it either way. The two of you start talking, he automatically extends his hand with a snack towards you and you automatically take it without missing a beat. 

~The moment you split your food in half and offered it to him, he was so moved. In his mind, he swore to protect you forever. I’ve seen memes about girlfriends saying they don’t want anything to eat and then eat their boyfriend’s food. Which kind of resembles him because he’ll only eat if it’s from your plate. Can’t get his own for his life. 

~I can clearly imagine a scenario where a gang fight occurs and all of the enemies get heavily beaten up except for that one guy who’s captured at the very beginning and then, at the end, they let him go with no more than a scratch, simply because he’s the son of the owner of your favourite sushi restaurant. 

~At the same time, imagine what happens to the people whose food you dislike. Without a blink, he’d watch you eat something, and instead of the usual bliss he sees on your face, you frown and begin to slow down before hesitantly putting down the eating utensils. He’d ask you if anything’s wrong and after you reply that this dish is not really to your liking, he’d just smile and offer that you eat somewhere else. Then, the next day, you heard in the news that the very same restaurant burned to ashes during the night. The cause of the fire was unknown. 

~Another time, he accidentally saw you out in the town with a friend. He just happened to be nearby and considered saying hello when he heard your friend complaining about you eating way too much. You didn’t seem to take it seriously, but a dark glint in his eyes appeared at that time.

~”I never had a problem with how much they eat…”

~Hopefully, you weren’t very close with that friend (._.)

~Lowkey the devil on your shoulder. He only means good, but he never really tells you no. If you’re thinking about whether to get something to eat, you don’t even have to look at him to know his advice. And if you can’t decide between two things, he’ll just get you both no big deal. Even if he’s aware that it might not be the best for you, it’s not like an additional portion of ice cream will harm you, right?

~He’ll even go as far as to rob a grocery store with his gang to get you a good supply of snacks. You might want to establish some boundaries with him. Just saying. 

~Overall, wants the best, but tends to take things to the extremes.

Mitsuya

~Say no more.

~Actually, he’d cook for you almost each time you come to visit him even before he learns about your fondness for good food. And when he does? You got yourself a personal chef and no amount of insisting and resisting will get you out of this. 

~Legit gets offended if you refuse to let him make you food and suggest eating in the town instead.  

“Haaa? You’d rather pay for some stranger’s stuff rather than eat what your boyfriend prepared for you with love?”

~And it doesn’t matter that you only have the best intentions in mind and you don’t want to overwork him. He’s having none of that. If you really insist that you want to eat at some restaurant or worse- a fast food restaurant (!) he has no power to stop you. He’ll go with you, but he’ll be silent most of the time and will be glaring at you as you eat.

“I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

~But the moment you finally break, and promise to always choose his food over others, he’s momentarily back to himself, apologising and cuddling the hell out of you. Overbearing, but he does it out of care.

~That’s where it ends though. He invites you to eat dinner with him every few days and sometimes makes you snacks, but the rest is up to you. He doesn’t really stick his nose into your eating habits. And he doesn’t forbid you from eating in restaurants either. He’ll straight out encourage you to try out new places, but that’s only as long as he’s not able to cook for you himself, probably due to lack of time.

~If he sees some occasional food trucks or other kinds of time-limited food stalls, he’s absolutely getting you stuff from there. He’ll probably get a little bit of everything so that the two of you can go back there and eat whatever you liked the most.

~And if he sees someone bothering you for your eating habits, he won’t hesitate to pull them aside and scold them or even start a fight if necessary. 

~Will ask his friends and fellow gang members if they’ve been to any good restaurants/bars/cafes/food stalls or anything recently so that he can take you there later.

~Also, will try out even more new recipes and even has a little notebook where he writes down your favourite ones. Then, on some grand dates like anniversaries, your birthday or valentines, he’ll prepare little feasts entirely made out of your favourites.

~HOLD HIM FROM BEHIND AS HE COOKS. The first time you did it he froze and started blushing like crazy. He’d pin you to the wall and make out with you if he didn’t have milk on the stove. 

~From there on, he usually demands that you do it each time you ask if he needs any help or feel guilty with how much effort he puts in for you. This is it, this is the payment. Bonus points if you nuzzle your face into his shoulder. It’s his favourite thing to make him relax.

~Compliment his cooking and he’ll be genuinely thrown off. It’s something which always manages to make his mind all hazy and the butterflies in his stomach spring to life. Don’t let him brush it off! Keep going to witness the great mitsuya takashi embarrassed and shy.

~All in all, LET HIM COOK

Mikey

I came up w/ this one while taking a shit

~I can literally see a whole love story forming there.

~Imagine you decided on a study break, went to some shop nearby and bought some snacks. Let’s say, a croissant or two. A full ass croissant with chocolate inside and stuff. And you go to the park to enjoy it. It’s late afternoon, you find a bench hidden in the shadow of some old maple and bon appetit!

~You were halfway in, when you noticed that someone sat at the opposite side of the bench. You glanced that way and saw a blonde who looked to be about your age. He was also eating, but it was dorayaki. Without thinking much about it, your attention shifted back to your treat. After you were done, you quietly left.

~Then, a whole week later, it was also around that time that you decided to have some air, went to the same store and this time, bought a box of cookies. Once again, you ventured into the park and soon noticed that the bench you occupied last time was once again empty. So you sat there and enjoyed your break. 

~And again, the very same blonde appeared and sat nearby but with a different snack. 

You were suddenly pulled out of your blissful state by the stranger’s voice. 

“Can I have one cookie?” You turned to look at him. “I’ll give you pocky in exchange,” he noticed the slight surprise on your face and sent you a reassuring smile. “Is it too sudden? Sorry, but they just smell so good. Seriously, what flavour is this?”

“I think it’s because of the orange filling,“ you extended the box towards him as he moved closer to you. He took one cookie and offered you his pocky. 

“Thank you! Now try this, it’s green tea flavoured.”

“Nice, thanks.”

~No more words were spoken and as you finished, you simply said your goodbye and left. But the next time you went there, he was on the bench already. When he noticed you, he waved you in greeting and another exchange took place, this time, you also had a little small talk. Then, the same situation kept repeating until the two of you sat right next to each other and chatted casually. 

~Every few days, you headed to the bench, hoping to see him there. But after some time, it didn’t simply end on the bench hangouts. He’d ask you to go with him to that cafe you spoke so fondly about. Or the ramen restaurant he recommended. 

~As you began to spend more time together, you exchanged numbers, began to text each other and even developed feelings. None of you could point out the exact time when you fell in love. It just felt so right when you were together, you soon began to officially date. 

~Which brings us to this point. Seriously, you’re like twin souls. It is now a common occurrence for the two of you to exchange food or even steal each other’s. Literally imagine you and a few of his friends hanging out at his place and he looks through his drawers frowning for a while and finally asks “who took my limited edition strawberry taiyaki?” with a death voice. No one dares to breathe, but there you are, head peeking from the bathroom. “Oh, I ate it”.

~Everyone gets ready to hold Mikey down to at least give you a few minutes to run, but he just gets back to his normal mode and smiles. “Did you like it? I’ll buy more for you next time then.” And they’re absolutely bewildered. No, I will never get tired of this trope

~Food dates all of the time. Cafe, restaurant, bar, grocery store, name it and you’ll be going there. Especially if you’re too shy to go on your own. There is no such thing as ‘too much food’ in his dictionary. Eat to your heart’s content and if anyone dares to comment, we all know what happens. 

~Totally the type to bring you some sweets and ask for cuddles, kisses and letting him sleep on your lap in exchange. But hey! You can do the same. Actually, you don’t even have to get him anything. He’s physically unable to say no to you even if he sometimes gets a little bit pouty, a few minutes later he doesn’t even remember why he was mad in the first place.

~Once you have dated for some time, he’s the type to ask you how does your food taste while you’re eating, and as you’re moving your plate towards him, it’s 50/50 whether he demands you to feed him or steals a kiss and then licks his lips and says, “it’s good.”

~The spoon feeding though. He wants you to feed him just as much as he wants to feed you. It makes everyone in the 10 metre radius look away. Especially if you happen to be hanging out with his friends. The moment you start, various groans and sighs can be heard all around you. But at the same time, they all have those little smirks on their lips. 

~Their leader is smitten. Good for him.

[izanazqueen]

- Queen of the Kings.

izana kurokawa x fem reader.

warning: pet names, intercorse, foreplay, smut, reader + izana both virgins, teasing, little rough sex - mdni NSFW

w\n: alright so this is the first part of a mini series for my dearest birthday month. hope you all enjoy! - also if you assume that it was inspired by his newest throne image.. i will confirm you be would be absolutely correct. its too~❤️

~

' - come here.' he motioned toward you running his fingers quickly through his sleek silver strands. being the only female in tenjiku meant one thing - all eyes were on you always watching your every move. not gone unnoticed by the king- himself. izana knew that you were insanely strong for what your frame and build showed and he asked you himself one evening personally to join his superior gang of the dark underworld- to which you jumped at the offer after he saw- witnessing your superior potential on the chance late one summer night. there wasn't a single shot in oblivion that you'd turn him down. they were known as the elite squad of hellraisers- the infamously heard of street bikers that would end your life if you even breathed wrong in the direction of their leader in his presence. for years of your lifetime you spent searching for the one place you could fit in where you could be accepted for who you really are -without any shred of luck for every attempt at finding the perfect group. until you met tenjiku that fateful day late in june.

he dubbed you within that first night a member of his gang and today he had called you to the place where they were now waiting on your arrival. feeling the heat burning on your cheeks from how quickly you were rushing in the blazing summer heat to the meeting spot without any slight bit of hesitation to your footwork because you knew how punctual they had expected the arrival of their special invitation to be. your heart hammering with echoes of excitement ringing in your chest made you fly through the entrance with a swift little leap in your step ready to find out exactly what it was he had requested of you for. you weren't afraid of them for not even a heartbeat - there wasn't any reason to be. they were the best place you knew of the only home you found- the only people who would accept you for your actual talent. these individuals that were seriously much stronger than you were yourself and it was fascinating to your mind to say the in the slightest of words. your every sense was on set on fire- whenever they were around you.

after you presented yourself in a timely fashion with the same bright smile still aching on your expression- making it obvious to the group that you weren't going to be a regular ordinary new recruit. izana spoke slowly as your presented yourself to his front standing tall against his intimidatingly infamous strong demeanor. he bestowed the honor to you of one of his "heavenly kings" to which you turned to him smugly with your daring response ' i am not a king - ' ♥️. ' i am the queen of the kings, darling.' all while holding your ground standing firmly and proudly with the biggest grin across your features causing the king himself to start to feel tinge threatened by your words and forced his face to begin to change to the same shade crimson of his tenjiku uniform. he snapped. ' everyone get- out.' izana spoke sternly without hesitatation in his precise sharp tone. the rest knew that you'd gone and lost the war from the way the words you chose to speak to their leader and casually had turned themselves away leaving the warehouse not a moment faster then he gave the strict order. following in queue with your back now to him walking hastily away a little slower than the others fearing you had caused some ill will with your snarky response and unsure of what would be to become of your fate with the unit. ' not. - you. ' everyone was pretty much had mostly exited the building and you exactly knew who he was talking to. a small shiver pulsed all throughout your core thinking about what he had in store for your punishment.

approaching his throne- your grin turning coy seeing the look on his serious expression. it wasn't any different than his normal pissed off look he was known to give but gd dmn he was so handsome you thought as your weakened legs shook physically in a strange confusion of what you were feeling in that moment. standing in front of him- anxiously awaiting your judgement you heard him utter only one word. ' sit. ' staring blankly hearing tiny mumbles of your breath uttering out only a half coherent attempt of a response. ' you-- ' he cut you off your stuttering. ' i - told you to sit. ' you nodded without thought and in a seconds time you moved your body closer to him knowing that his word was rule. in the time it took you to reach his waiting lap- the palpable wetness between your legs became undeniably moistened with the heat speading over your tightened muscles and across your aching thighs. this was too much for anyone to take- not wanting to make a wet obvious stain on his uniform pants you placed your bottom side on his knee- almost santa claus style not trying to see how mad he was when he gave his ruling over your behavior to him before. your body erupted in sheer stimulating sensations as the feeling of his fingertips traced your sweat kissed skin along your sides traveling towards your chest when you felt his fingers move down to graze across your hips lightly pulling you in closer to his chest and his strong arms- feeling across every inch of your tender soft flesh. it made your heart sing in every last desire but still shaking in bliss with ideas from the unknown of what he had planned. there was no sound besides light shallow breathes coming from your chest trying to hold back the want to gasp at every last touch and his signature hanafuda earrings ringing in your ear gently moving in the motions he made as he glided his fingertips across the top your stomach now teasing his way up towards your breasts. izana knew you were a bold one- he liked that about you and you made his mind go wild with twisted fantasies of what your words earlier had left implied. in his state- izana was sick for you- since that very first time he laid his eyes on you- seeing you go laying out that six-foot monster to ground trying to attack you knocking him out flat cold. he was completely infatuated over being with you like this. he saw how tenacious your aura made him and it drove him too maddened with lust for you.

he pushed past your little tank top and grasped on tight to your left breast firmly without letting go. ' nn-gh!- ' it was just impossible to stifle the moan that bursted through your lips. laughing in response- his other hand moving its way down towards his lap to grab onto the place you prayed inside it would find. ' hm- you enjoying this aren't you? turn around and let me see- you. ' pulling your hips in a tailspin before your body could even hesitate or react to find a way to hide your messy over-exerted expression you were met face to face with the king who looked just as reddened and fucked up looking as you were you could only imagine. for a moment you were both left speechless- staring into his deep lavender eyes for what felt like a forever until you heard a small quiet breathe leave his lips with two words for you mixed in- ' ride me.' without attempt or thought your body mindlessly in its own possession began rubbing your heat on his length craving the feeling of what he offered between your legs and wanting so bad to contain yourself but there wasnt a chance. you were his puppet- dancing on a string to a sonnet of his affection. he pulled lightly on your ponytail from how the amount of friction to his pulsing cock was making his body feel - izana was a virgin that never experienced these types of sensations to his body from anyone other than himself so it made him start bucking his hips wildly into your soft core without the gratifying feeling he needed desperately. now more than ever you couldnt breathe and felt your own body crying out to you to undo his belt and just get it over with already. as if reading your thoughts he smirked and grabbed onto your waist with his wrist and his pants button with his free hand. ' zana - ' that nickname you just spoke to him had him damned near insanity from hearing it tempting him once again from of your words one more time -

rapidly as he was freeing himself from the rough restraints of his tenjiku trousers he grabbed his cock leaking just as much as he expected from how your every word affected his body. in response to the perfect sight of his huge dick almost intimidating as he was your craving knees lifted themselves over him placing yourself in position. izana couldn't stop hearing the thrumming of drumline in his veins wanting as you hovered over his sweat lined torso stifling your panting to the best of your every ability. he pulled you into him impatiently nudging his reddened tip against your swollen clit making your mouth to accidentally let out a weak moan in his swift motion -causing your pussy to squirt down over his length making him smile in gest. 'hmn!- nn-gh-' izana couldnt contain himself- he slammed his hard dick into your insides from how the warmth of your slick just wasnt enough for him- feeling deprived of what he needed most right now. just who- he needed most right now. it sent him over the egde- knocking him back in his seat from the waves of intenses your moist walls were sending thoughout his entire anatomy. you werent any better- thrusting your rocking hips slowly down on to his dick even more enlarged from how it was on first glance from his excitement of how well you felt tightly pressing onto his cock feeling every shiver against his throbbing length leaving him wanting to press himself deeper inside so much more. ' ungh!-' he grunted as your body sank down dipping lower and lower onto his member making his torso blaze up in heat as he tried moving along with you in your motions with his hands placed timidly and tightly around your hips as you made him feel beyond better than he could have ever expected or fathomed from this experience. izana grabbed onto your ass pushing you furthur pass your possible threshhold could contain him. 'ah! - mnnh! ..izana!- ' he licked his supple lips at your whines of his praise and traced his bulging large cock deeper in your folds experiencing the for first time ever what sheer joy could be- nudging you towards your climax into a zone of unknown territory for you as well. you never dreamed your first time would be with a true gang member let alone the gd- damn ruler himself. his purple eyes grew wide at the sight of your curves spilled around his length causing his legs to thrust up faster making you scream out his name even more than you wanted - ' zana! ah! yes- zana! - ' there it was again- and again you kept on mumbling the weak spot he had in his heart for you when he heard you he snapped fucking you without restraint over his sanity. 'ah- omg zana- fck! youre so big- ' it made his his eyes tear up from the pain running down his spine of how bad he wanted to cum in you right there but he couldn't dare. it was time you understood what you were in for when you willingly chose freely to walk by his side. izana wanted nothing more than to fill you up with the last of his contents but held back with all his strength forcing him close pushing himself past the limit of his breaking and you couldn't get enough of it. the way you left him breathless and sighing now heavily almost sobbing from how well you were taking his cock inside your heat. it made you so thrilled to be the one to break down the king himself that you couldn't stop from grinding yourself on to him faster- wanting to be the only person the reason for his first release in this special way.

izana grabbed blindly for support finding himself grounded on your ponytail- his clumsy frenzied hands accidentally freeing out your hair as he watched it cascade down over across your chest. the sweet feeling it sent through him from the sight of your beautiful form fucking over his entire length taking him so damn well it took over his mind completely leaving his glazed eyes with practically heart emojis for you- it was pure ecstasy he was embraced in and he never wanted it to end. he pulled on your chest kissing you full on with passion burning in his breathe with every last shred of his dignity out of reach - this was his true paradise. your soft pillows of your pout on his made his whole entire organs erupt in flames. it was beyond the embrace of your tender mouth firmly pushed onto his- you were his first time someone who he never thought would enter his life let alone kick him down from his throne. he needed to have you cum for him too- he couldn't end it like this. izana began grinding himself into you pressed so deeply practically trying to impregnate you with his rapid white hot seed painting your insides fully dripping down across his legs from out your folds causing him to whine out in pure ecstacy. ' ungh!- you- wanna make you my queen- love..' ' wan-t. ugnh- .. you to be mine forever- ' you were at a loss for thought at this point and past the point of forming words when your orgasm hit on with the image of what he said dancing across your wildest dreams. ' yes! -ah! yess zana yes!- ' your voice came so clearly as you did all over his member with no stopping the floodgates which it made him cry out in his confused state of bliss- knowing his tip was reaching up to your core pulsing faster inside of you with as much he could stand. the feeling of him drenching your insides coating them in every last corner had your climax bursting into fireworks in the summer night sky creating a moan slipping out for him that left him pulled in a trance of your fucked out bliss. ' nngh!- izana!- ' he grabbed you into his lips again this time moving his tongue past your lips into yours with alignment exploring the inside with curiosity and full passion for the very first time. you needed to feel his taste against yours kissing back with intensity as your walls fluttered around him clenching on his dick as you riding out your high. he was mentally pulling himself together some what as you pulled apart from his mouth when he heard you giggle a little placing your fingertips over your mouth. his orchid orbs gazed into yours enraptured by what could be so damn amuzing to you until you placed yourself in a soft voice speaking into his waiting ear- ' want to go for a round two- my king? ' you were done for- now that he had his first time under his belt and knew what he could do to you izana wasn't gonna even try to hold back. -😈

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──── 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓 : kurokawa izana.

content: gn!reader. dοm reader & sub izana hehe<3 use of a bυtt plug, hand jοb, overstim, masοchistic behavior & dirty talk, dacryphilia, a lil degradation, teasing, multiple οrgasms (m), one slap on the thigh.

— . ｡˚ ♡ there's so many things about izana that people have no idea of.

kurokawa izana is something of a sadist. you know that. he's violent, a little (very) sick in the head, has so much blood on his hands and he's out for even more. he doesn't hesitate to start a fight, and he breaks people's bones and rids them of their lives with gleeful conviction. 

he'll kill a man and go home and hold your hands and kiss you like his hands aren't sticky and his lips aren't bitter with the slightest hint of blood.

kurokawa izana is a sadist and a ruthless emperor, and he's feared. everyone knows that. but what people don't know about him, is that he fears you.

better said, he fears being on your bad side. or what one could call your ‘bad side’, because really, your darling izana could never get on your bad side. he's just too precious to you for that.

the bad side he fears is the side of you that is so, so mean and merciless to him in bed. 

another thing most people don't know about izana is that he's a crier. his eyes fill with tears the moment you say something mean to him. he pouts, pleads and cries his eyes out for you every time you punish him for being a little brat.

or for being too careless, too reckless when he runs around the city killing everyone that gets on his nerves. it's deserved, after all, isn't it? you have to put him in his place sometimes. what would you do if the cops got him? the world would love to snatch up a criminal as renowned as yokohama tenjiku's one and only.

but then again, maybe he likes the punishment. maybe he likes crying for you, likes being fucked into a mess and turned into a stupid little doll in your arms.

you see the way his eyes roll back, pretty violet blurred with tears, mouth open and tongue out as he moans, sobbing your name, squirming in your arms and curling his toes while you milk his balls dry. yeah, definitely.

it seems kurokawa izana is also something of a masochist.

“open your mouth.” you say when he bites his lip, head tipping back as he cums into your fist again, legs twitching helplessly as you wrap an arm around his waist and hold him down, his bare back pressed to your chest. “open your mouth, ‘zana baby.”

he opens his mouth then, a little “mm, fuck— hah,” before his lips part and his little pink tongue is out for you again. 

“keep it open.” you say, knowing he wants you to spit in his mouth, deciding not to do it. you'll toy with him a little tonight. “keep it open and be loud. you know i like you loud.”

he's too fucked out to think up a proper sentence to reply to you with, so he just moans — and you'd slap his thighs red and raw to punish him for that, if only he wasn't so fucking cute like this.

the plug in his ass hums quite softly, but you know it's vibrating deep inside him and teasing his most sensitive spots while you're busy overstimulating his dick — the little sighs he lets out every now and then, shifting his position to dig the plug a little further into his ass, it lets you know he's enjoying it just fine.

his cum trails down your fingers, silky and translucent, making the movement of your fist up and down his poor, overstimulated cock even wetter, even faster. you watch it, watch the way his cock jerks up when you flick his sensitive head, smile when his moan turns into a pitchy cry. he's so cute.

“gonna be louder than that, princess?” you lean in and whisper into the shell of his ear. “or do i have to tie and gag you up and do something that'll really hurt you?”

the shiver that runs up his body is electric, and it makes his bronze skin rush with goosebumps. 

even you feel his instant arousal. he curls up in your hold, grabbing your wrist in shaky hands and whines, “no, ‘m being good! please— i'll be loud, fuck — i promise!.”

you trail your free hand up his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your palm as you go, wrapping your fingers around his throat and squeezing. “you promise?”

”i—i promise,” he chokes out, eyes rolling into the back of his head, hips bucking into your fist as you tighten your grip around his spent dick. “please. don't wan’ you to hurt me—” you cut him off with a sharp slap to his thigh, and the moan that slips shamelessly past his lips gives him away. 

you don't rub the sting of it away for him, and he squirms again, his own hand hurrying to caress the burn. oh, baby.

he wants you to hurt him. wants you meaner. 

“pretty little pain-slut,” you scoff, taking his cock in your hand once more. ”dont lie to me. you want me to take that little plug out of your ass and fuck you good, hm? fuck you till it knocks you out?”

“uh huh,” he nods, looking up at you with wet, hazy eyes. you brush his hair aside, tucking the stray strands of pale hair behind his ears, kissing his sweaty forehead before you give him a smile. “uh huh? gonna take what i give you? like a good boy?”

“uh huh,” he repeats, trying to stay attentive but getting distracted by your hand that's inching down his body to tug at the plug still in his ass, teasing him and making him clench around the buzzing toy. “fuck. wa—wanna get fucked so bad, please.”

maybe just this once, you'll quit being too mean and give izana what he wants. he's being good right now, anyway. and of course — kakucho doesn't appreciate it when he comes home and finds out you've been messing your princess up a little too much while he was out.

“alright.” you decide, pulling izana in for a kiss. “i'll fuck you just the way you like. and then you'll behave for me?”

“hah— i will!” he begs, and he's just so pretty it makes you oblige. you know he won't behave. he knows you know. you both know he'll end up in bed with you like this again, give or take a couple of weeks.

but it's a cycle you both just cannot get enough of <3.

[xiefuyu]

Brother, I'm here.

-- Kurokawa Izana x little sister reader

🖤 — tokyo revengers

📝 — reader is a sister, second pov (you/your), light angst if you squint, not proofread

: a/n — this will be a mini series yey. and yes, let's ignore the reader's age and how she managed to take an airplane despite being a minor and not having a guardian. do minors need a guardian when traveling? yes but reader is independent asf hahahaha.

— PT. 1 / PT. 2/PT.3/PT.4/PT.5

You weren’t aware and neither was he.

Aware that you’re related; blood-related and all that. But the moment you found out that you have an older brother who was born in Japan along with the confession of your irresponsible father that he left him there, you started working for money. You didn’t have any stable financial support and you were just a kid who longed for affection.

For the affection of someone who you just found out that existed not even a year ago.

Now here you are, breathing in the air of Japan after years of saving up, fortunately, your father gave you some allowance, too, because passports and airplane tickets are not free. Nothing was ever free in this world to you. Not food, not clothes, and definitely not love.

That is why stepping to a new soil, you told yourself that you’ll look for the affection that you hoped you’ll get for free. Your broken Japanese was surprisingly warmly welcomed by the people, some even putting the effort of trying to speak English for you. It warmed your heart to be openly welcomed, to be looked at with admiration for the fact that you’re trying your best to navigate through a new vast land and sea.

You arrived at what you found out to be called Yokohama. And right before continuing your journey, you stopped at a cafe that got your attention and walked in, hoping to rest your legs that were nonstop walking. Glancing at your small notebook, you sighed, hands trembling slightly when you became aware that you don’t know a thing about your brother.

Just that you both have lilac eyes. 

You also knew that your brother had silver hair and you tried to paint his face. Try to see an amalgamation of unsure features aside from two things that you heard from your father.

You glance outside and see your reflection looking back at you. Will he recognize you just like how you feel you’ll recognize him without a fail even though it will be your first time seeing him? Will he be happy for the effort you put in just to meet him?

Will he acknowledge you? Accept you?

All of a sudden, you’re unsure of your decisions. It has just been a day, not even half, and you’re already reprimanding yourself for being selfish, being greedy, for something, for someone that isn’t even aware of your existence.

And yet, you found yourself outside the cafe, eyes darting everywhere hoping to find silver hair and lilac eyes.

After wandering through the unknown streets of Yokohama, you stopped, exhaustion seeping through your skin and bones as you sat down on a bench, hands gripping your head.

Minutes later, you decide to continue your search tomorrow and go to an inn that you saw earlier, praying that it will be better the next day.

Unsurprisingly, the next day was not any better like you prayed but you found yourself walking aimlessly through a new set of unfamiliar streets.

With a sigh, you bring yourself to the train station to go to Shibuya. You’ve heard good things about Shibuya and how it’s beautiful and full of lively things especially at night.

With that fun thought, you walk off from the train and breathes in heavily before starting your another hunt for your brother.

After wandering around without any destination in mind, you saw a group of boys wearing red jackets and you tilt your head in confusion. Is there an event or something? All of them are matching and you think it’s cute because all you know is that whenever people wear something that matches with each other, it’s because of their unity or maybe even love for each other.

Not that you have had any one to match clothes nor accessories with.

You didn’t mind them and simply walked past them, missing two different coloured eyes following you, wide and confused. You didn’t notice him commanding the others to call for someone and you didn’t notice him following you.

You looked so familiar to him. Too familiar that you left goosebumps in its wake. Was it your skin? Your aura that was naturally exuding confidence and commandment? 

Oh.

Oh.

It was your eyes.

Your eyes with their long lashes that met him when you decided to suddenly turn around and walk back to where you came from, blinking at him. 

It was your eyes. His eyes. So familiar and yet, such a stranger. Your eyes are a little bit dimmed yet it reminded him of how his friend’s own ones shone under the daylight. 

You both stared at each other before it was broken with the vibration of his phone and how you bowed lightly to him before proceeding with your journey. Something bloomed in his chest; happiness? Confusion? Familiarity?

It was funny, he thinks. You didn’t even know each other and yet, you’re forcing all these emotions to him. With a deep breath, he answers the phone and tells the person on the other end that he has something important to tell him.

Silence and Izana’s back was what answered Kakucho’s news and assumption. “You’re probably mistaken.” came his king’s answer after a few minutes of silence.

Wrong.

Kakucho wants to tell him that he’ll never make a mistake. How could he when all he wanted to do was run to you earlier and hug you because you look familiar? Because your eyes are undoubtedly from the same parent? How could he be wrong when he spent years admiring those same eyes even if they lost their shine? How could he when he noticed and just knew that you’re lost and looking for something, for someone?

“She has your eyes.” was what he settled with. Izana turns around and looks at him. “Shinichiro is my only sibling.” Kakucho freezes. 

Was telling him a wrong decision?

Is the bubbling decision in him to let you meet him will make him regret it?

He doesn’t know because all he knows is that you’re there looking for his king. You’re there and he knows, hopes, rather, that you’ll manage to mend Izana’s broken pieces that he collected and tried to put back together along their journey.

Without any response, he walks away and looks for you.

“What?” you asked, breathless and eyes wide. “I’m asking for your name.” the boy with different eye colour repeats. You don’t even know how he found you but you’re grateful that you’re in the middle of a crowded street so you can immediately call for help or run away in case he tries something funny. 

“Why?” you pry on, noticing how patient he is with you. He was beautiful, yes, but you’re not going to throw your name to a random boy you just met. “You look like someone I know.” your heart beats in your chest loudly, forcibly trying to come out and run towards the boy and shake him and tell him to bring it to whoever he is pertaining to.

Your mouth opens and closes, breathing in and out deeply to calm yourself down.

“Y/N. Kurokawa Y/N.”

You don’t know why. 

You’re confused but you found yourself kneeling in front of the scarred boy whose knees gave up after hearing your name. Relief. Was it truly a relief? It flooded his eyes and his body, respectfully and gently gripping your hands that failed to catch him.

He’s right.

He’s right and he hopes Izana will be happy if he brings you to him. So with a deep breath, he clutches your hands firmly and looks at you.

“I believe you’re looking for your brother, miss, and I know Kurokawa. Kurokawa Izana.”

A/N: uhm let's hope i become responsible enough to continue this without fail hehe

[unfinshedsentec]

Izana texts. ....if possible

hey love! thanks for requesting! I LOVE DOING SMAUS FOR IZANA YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITES I WAS TO DO THIS

Anyways, hope you enjoy <33

BOYFRIEND TEXTS W/ IZANA

reader is gender neutral

character pairing: izana kurokawa x reader

tw: cursing, implications of drugs, and dirty jokes I guess?

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[fueledbysano]

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐖 Izana Kurokawa

ligaw. [noun] courtship; dating; woo. the university's local rockstar tries to win your heart in his classy ways ♡

♱ izana kurokawa x fem!reader

♱ tags, and for my favorite people in the fandom, Izana stans 🖤 : @hiraethsdesires @fuyuluvr @izanazqueen @iluvizana @half-baked-biscuit @ask-the-insect-hashira @sukunassuka @izanapogi @em-plosion @chrofeisnightmaregf @mattsune

♱ a/n: belated happy birthday to our king 🫀 I'm sure all my filipina girlies will agree when I say that Izana is that expensive guy who hangs out a lot in bgc and is probably famous in campus.

Izana Kurokawa was quite a popular guy on campus at his university in the Philippines. He was a part of the “Tenjiku” band, playing the guitar, and he was known for his love of motorcycles and his skill on two wheels. He was known to make quite an entrance when he parked his bike before his classes.

Izana had always been a bit of a control freak when it came to his precious guitar. It was the day of the university’s annual festival night, and his band was going to perform. Izana's instrument was like an extension of himself. He took great care of it, tuning it to perfection before each show and making sure that no one else touched it without his permission. Not even his band mates, he knew they were professionals themselves, but he trusted it to no one but himself.

So as Tenjiku bandmates were doing a soundcheck on the empty stage, Izana’s heart dropped when he saw a stage crew carrying his guitar. Her name plate read “[ Y / N ]” at the front, carrying his guitar carefully. If she wasn’t wearing the pass, he would’ve mistaken her for another performer, considering how attractive and how nice she was styled too.

He usually would’ve thrown a fit, but it wasn't just that she was touching his precious instrument, but the way she was carrying it. She was holding it with such care, like it was a priceless work of art rather than just a tool for playing music.

“What are you doing with my guitar?” he asked, his tone serious.

“Some amateurs and I think… fans managed to get backstage and peek at your instrument,” [ Y / N ] explained. "I couldn't let them touch it, so I took it to you. Sorry if I intruded."

Izana was impressed by her care and consideration. He knew how much his guitar meant to him, and he was grateful to have someone like her who understood that. “I’ll get someone to bring you guys’ your water bottles too, the performance starts soon.”

And so as Izana was performing on stage, his guitar ringing out over the crowds as they cheered and clapped. He was in his element, the music flowing through him like blood, the energy of the crowd pulsing through his veins.

But as the set went on, he started to notice that his guitar was sounding a little off. It wasn't much, just a slight distortion that seemed to be coming from the speakers, but it was enough to rattle his concentration. He couldn't focus on the music, constantly worrying about whether the audience was hearing the same thing.

Luckily, [ Y / N ] seemed to be listening in, because she quickly rushed up to the sound booth to fix the distortion. "There we go," she whispered, her voice low and calm. Izana quickly peeked at her from a distance, grateful for the assistance. She quickly started to tinker with the equipment, checking the cables and fixing a few loose connections after giving him a quick nod.

Izana couldn't help but feel a pang of attraction at what she just did. She seemed so passionate about her work, and he couldn't help but admire that.

Izana was still riding the high of his band's performance at the end of the night, when he spotted [ Y / N ] at the parking lot. As he made her way towards her , he felt a sense of anticipation, eager to see her again. “Hey.” he said, catching up. “Thanks for all the help again today.”

[ Y / N ] couldn't help but feel her heart rushing as she looked up at him. She felt a mix of emotions– admiration, attraction, and a bit of nervousness. “Of course,” she said, a hint of exhaustion mixing with her kind tone. “You guys did so well. I liked your set.”

Izana smiled at her words, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. “Thanks,” he said. “You know, I never let anyone touch my guitar, but you carried it like a pro. Not to mention, you noticed the off-distortion in the middle of my performance. I must say, that was really impressive.” He smiled. “At least let me take you to your place. It’s getting late too.”

As they rode through Taguig City, [ Y / N ] couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and adventure. She loved the feeling of the wind in her hair, and the way the city lights stretched out before her like a dazzling kaleidoscope. Izana was the perfect driver, making their trip smooth and comfortable.

Despite the late hour, the streets were still full of people– college students, young professionals, and tourists alike. The city was alive with energy, and it felt as though they were being called in.

As they neared the corner, Izana spotted a food bazaar and immediately made a left turn. [ Y / N ] followed his lead, smiling as she took in the sights and sounds of the bustling night market. “I love this place,” Izana said, dismounting the motorcycle and helping [ Y / N ] down. They were immediately met by the colorful stalls, the sizzling sounds of meat cooking, and the call of the vendors. [ Y / N ] followed Izana through the maze of tents and stalls, trying to make sense of the smells, sounds and smells that attacked her senses.

Finally, they reached a stall that seemed to capture Izana's attention, and she watched as he ordered a plate of sisig (spicy pork dish) and a serving of white rice while [ Y / N ] settled with a simple order of Lumpia (egg rolls).

[ Y / N ] couldn't help but smile, appreciating the joy on his face. She had never seen a grown man enjoy food so much. As they sat there, she couldn't help but think about how much they had done together in such a short amount of time. It had only been a night, and she had gone from never having heard of him to having a well-deserved late dinner together after a long day of putting up a show for everyone in the university.

The night air was cool and crisp, and the sounds of the street vendors and bustling crowds filled their ears as they walked. The vendor poured the frosty coconut juice into two glasses and handed them over to Izana, who smiled and held out one of the glasses to [ Y / N ]. She took a sip, and the cool liquid refreshed her after the long, hot day. The juice was creamy and sweet with a hint of coconut, and [ Y / N ] found herself finishing the glass before she knew it.

As they rode through the city, the lights and billboards shining brightly against the nighttime sky, [ Y / N ] couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and amazement. It was one of those moments that made her feel tiny and insignificant, like she was just a spec in the vastness of the universe.

Izana rode with a sense of ease and grace, his eyes scanning the streets for any potential hazards. She felt safe and secure in his arms, like he was her personal guardian from the world's dangers.

As they neared her dorm, she couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. The night had flown by in a flash, and she wasn't ready for it to be over. But she knew that it was only the beginning of their time together. She knew that there would be many more nights like this, many more adventures and experiences to share.

and she was right, it was just the beginning of something beautiful with Izana. Him being a man of class and culture, Izana went on going above and beyond to truly show [ Y / N ] that he was serious about her.

He would surprise her with gifts, take her on unforgettable dates, and become her personal rider as they go to and go home from school together on his bike. He was a true gentleman, and made sure she was comfortable.

He was a natural leader, someone who was always in control, always focused and driven. And yet, he was also sensitive and compassionate, always putting [ Y / N ]'s needs above his own. He was a man with a kind heart and a fierce love for those he cared about, and [ Y / N ] knew that she was one of the lucky ones to have him in her life.

Izana was a true connoisseur of the finer things in life, and he loved sharing that with [ Y / N ]. She was flattered that he took such joy in showing her the luxurious and artistic side of the city, and she knew that these experiences would be forever etched in her memory. These activities not only brought them closer together, but also made them appreciate the beauty of life and the world around them.

So as an arts lover through and through, he loved taking [ Y / N ] to art museums and galleries, where they could spend hours gazing at the incredible works of art, appreciating the beauty of each piece. From the historically rich walls of Manila into the imposing architecture in Bonifacio Global City, they would stroll along the streets, surrounded by high-rise buildings and lush greenery. The city was alive with energy, and there was always something new to discover.

As much as they loved high-end corners of Taguig, Izana and [ Y / N ] would often venture out to Cubao, the place to be for the local music scene where they could catch local bands jamming out and performing live music. It was a unique experience, and they could feel the energy of the crowd as they watched the bands on stage.

They enjoyed exploring different venues and checking out different genres, from rock to indie to even jazz. Izana was a big fan of rock and indie music, so they often frequented places like the Hard Rock Cafe, which featured local bands playing these genres. [ Y / N ], on the other hand, enjoyed exploring different genres and discovering new bands that Izana loved. They loved the experience of trying out different sounds and seeing the different reactions of the crowd.

It was during these moments that [ Y / N ] felt the most in tune with Izana. They would rock out to their favorite songs, sharing headphones and singing along together. It was a way for them to express themselves, and even though they had different music tastes, they found common ground in their shared love of live music.

[ Y / N ] couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and commitment that Izana showed her every day. She was truly blessed to have found someone like him, who was not only her lover, but also her best friend, her confidant, and her soulmate. She knew that their love was something special, something that would last a lifetime.

So when [ Y / N ] gave Izana her sweet "yes", everything was worth it. As Izana held [ Y / N ] in his arms, the whole world seemed to fade away. All he could see and feel was her, and their shared love. He had waited for this moment for so long, and now it was finally here. Everything had led up to this moment - the long nights of studying, the late nights of conversation, and the sweet moments shared together.

It was now as if they were one, united in their love for one another. They had started as friends, and now they were partners, companions, and lovers. It was a journey that had taken them from strangers to soulmates, and it was one that they would always share from now on.

[secretcheesecakecat]

*They clung to the glass of Izana's aquarium with fascination as they watched the fishes swimming in them.* Ooh this one remind me of you! *They pointed at one of the fishes.* And this one look like me! *They pointed at another* Did you get them purposefully?

"Oh these two? *he chuckled as he knocked on the glass gentely* They are cute and now that you mention it, yea, they kind of look like us. *he smiled gentely* The one that you said looked like you is my favorite. These two often swim together, see? Even fishes know that we are made to be together."

[notiddygxthgf]

While trying to catch the 'king' of tokyo's crime world, one nosey investigator finds herself tangled in his web. (based on 'tuyo' by Rodrigo Amarante)

𝕋𝕌𝕐𝕆 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝔸!

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Hi! Can I ask for some yandere headcanons for Yandere Izana and Koko (separate)? Thank you!

A/N: I don’t know why, but it always feels like I’m portraying their possible yandere behavior incorrectly.😑

Ft: Kokonoi Hajime & Kurokawa Izana (Tokyo Revengers).

Part One: Hanagaki Takemichi, Ryūguji Ken & Sano Manjirō ➵ Tokyo Revengers

Part Three: Imaushi Wakasa & Sano Shinichiro ➵ Tokyo Revengers

⚠️ WARNING: Yandere, possessiveness, jealousy, manipulation, control, dominance, dependency, obsession, suffocation, violence & criminal activity.

Kokonoi Hajime

➵ Koko's love for his darling is driven by his need for control and dominance. He sees his darling as his property, and becomes possessive and jealous when anyone else tries to get close to them.

➵ Koko is manipulative and cunning, and will use his intelligence and resources to bend others to his will in order to get what he wants. He sees his darling as an extension of himself, and will stop at nothing to maintain his hold over them.

➵ Despite his cold and calculating nature, Koko is deeply devoted to his darling, and will do anything to make them happy. He will shower them with gifts and attention, and is always there to offer support and guidance when they need it.

➵ Koko's love for his darling is all-encompassing, and he will go to great lengths to protect them from harm. He sees himself as their savior, and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe, even if it means breaking the law or risking his own life.

➵ Koko's love for his darling is tied to his need for validation and approval. He sees his darling as a reflection of his own success and worth, and becomes jealous and possessive when they show attention or affection to others.

➵ Koko's intelligence and resourcefulness are often used to manipulate his darling into doing what he wants. He will carefully craft situations and scenarios that force his darling to rely on him, creating a sense of dependence that he can exploit for his own gain.

➵ Koko's devotion to his darling is often expressed through grand gestures and lavish gifts. He wants to prove his love and devotion to them in tangible ways, and will go to great lengths to make them happy.

➵ Koko's love for his darling can be suffocating at times, as he expects them to always be by his side and devote their entire lives to him. He can become upset if his darling shows any signs of independence or individuality, as he sees this as a threat to his control over them.

➵ Koko's obsession with his darling is driven by his need for validation and approval. He sees his darling as the only person who can truly appreciate him and his accomplishments, and he becomes jealous and possessive when others try to take their attention away from him.

➵ Koko is a master manipulator, and often uses his charm and wit to get what he wants. He is skilled at reading people and knows exactly how to push their buttons to get them to do his bidding.

➵ Koko's possessiveness is not limited to just his darling; he also feels the need to control every aspect of their life, including their thoughts and feelings. He wants to be the center of their world, and will stop at nothing to achieve that goal.

➵ Despite his cunning nature, Koko is also deeply emotional and sensitive. He feels everything deeply, especially when it comes to his darling, and will do anything to make them happy and keep them safe.

➵ Koko sees his love for his darling as pure and selfless, and believes that everything he does is for their benefit. He would never intentionally harm his darling, but if anyone were to try to take them away from him, he would stop at nothing to get them back.

You and Koko have been dating for a few months now, and you can tell that he's completely smitten with you. He's always showering you with gifts and affection, and you can't help but feel flattered by his attention.

One day, Koko invites you over to his apartment for a romantic evening together. As soon as you arrive, he greets you with a warm smile and leads you inside. The apartment is dimly lit, with candles flickering on every surface, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere.

"Welcome, my darling," Koko says, taking your hand and leading you to the couch. "I've been looking forward to spending some quality time with you."

You settle onto the couch, snuggled up against Koko's side as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. You can feel his eyes watching you, studying your every move, and you can tell that he's in one of his possessive moods.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, my love?" Koko asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You shrug, feeling a little uneasy under his intense gaze. "Not really, I'm just happy to be here with you," you say, trying to sound casual.

Koko's expression darkens slightly, and you can tell that he's not entirely satisfied with your answer. "Are you sure there's nothing bothering you?" He asks, his tone growing more insistent.

You start to feel a little trapped under his scrutiny, but you know that trying to resist him will only make things worse. "Well, I guess I've been feeling a little overwhelmed lately," you admit, hoping that he'll be sympathetic.

Koko's face softens, and he strokes your hair gently. "I'm sorry to hear that, my love. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

You shake your head, feeling a little guilty for burdening him with your problems. "No, it's okay. I'll be fine."

But Koko won't let it go that easily. "Please, let me help you," he says, his voice almost pleading. "I hate to see you unhappy."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling the weight of his intense gaze bearing down on you. But then you nod, knowing that he won't be satisfied until you let him take control.

"Okay, well, I guess I've just been feeling a little... suffocated, lately," you say, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. "I love you, Koko, but sometimes it feels like you want me to be with you all the time, and it's a lot of pressure."

Koko's expression darkens at your words, and for a moment you're afraid that you've gone too far. But then he takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

"I understand how you feel, my love," he says, his voice low and soothing. "But you have to understand that you are mine. You belong to me, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you by my side."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, but you can't deny the thrill of being so desired. "I know, Koko," you say, reaching out to touch his face. "And I love you, too. I just need a little space sometimes."

Koko's expression softens at your words, and he leans in to kiss you gently. "Of course, my love," he says, his hand caressing your cheek. "I want you to be happy, always. And I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

Kurokawa Izana

➵ Izana's obsession with his darling is rooted in his need for control and power. He sees his darling as a symbol of his kingdom, and believes that by possessing them, he can achieve his ultimate goal of domination.

➵ Izana is extremely possessive and jealous of his darling, and can become violent towards anyone who he perceives as a threat to their relationship. He will go to great lengths to eliminate anyone who he believes is getting too close to his darling, including members of his own gang.

➵ Despite his cruel and ruthless nature, Izana is surprisingly attentive and affectionate towards his darling. He will shower them with gifts and compliments, and is always there to provide emotional support and comfort when they need it.

➵ Izana's affection for his darling is often possessive and controlling. He can become upset if his darling shows any kind of independence or autonomy, as he sees this as a threat to his control over them. He wants to be the center of their world, and will not tolerate any distractions or competition.

➵ Izana's love for his darling is all-consuming, and he will do anything to ensure their happiness and safety, even if it means sacrificing his own life or the lives of others. He sees his darling as his queen, and believes that they are meant to stay by his side.

➵ Izana's possessiveness extends to every aspect of his darling's life. He wants to control every decision they make, from what they wear to whom they interact with. He believes that his darling belongs to him, and he will not tolerate any disobedience or resistance.

➵ Izana's violent tendencies are not limited to those who pose a threat to his relationship with his darling. He has been known to harm innocent bystanders who he perceives as disrespectful or unimportant. He sees himself as a king, and expects everyone to treat him and his darling accordingly.

➵ Izana's love for his darling is intertwined with his love for power and control. He sees their relationship as a means to an end, a way for him to achieve his ultimate goal of dominating the criminal underworld. He will do whatever it takes to ensure that his darling remains by his side, even if it means committing heinous acts or betraying his own gang.

➵ Izana's obsession with his darling is also fueled by his fear of being alone. He sees his darling as the only person who truly understands him and can fill the void in his life, and he cannot bear the thought of losing them.

➵ Despite his violent tendencies, Izana is skilled at hiding his true nature from others. He presents himself as charming and charismatic, and often uses his social status and wealth to gain the trust and admiration of those around him.

➵ Izana's possessiveness extends beyond just his darling; he also feels the need to control every aspect of their life, including their friendships, career, and personal choices.

➵ In his twisted mind, Izana believes that he is doing his darling a favor by eliminating anyone who could potentially hurt or betray them. He sees himself as a hero who is protecting his darling from the dangers of the world.

➵ Izana's love for his darling is not limited to just physical possessions or control. He is also emotionally dependent on them, and cannot imagine living without them. He would do anything to keep his darling by his side, even if it means causing harm to others.

You're sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone when you hear a knock on the door. You look up to see Izana standing in the doorway, a look of adoration on his face.

"Darling," he says, his voice filled with affection. "I've been thinking about you all day."

You smile at him, feeling a mix of love and unease. You know that Izana's obsession with you is not healthy, but you can't help the thrill that comes with being the center of his world.

"Izana, what brings you here?" You ask, trying to keep your tone light.

"I just wanted to spend some time with you," he says, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "I've been so busy with the gang lately that I haven't had as much time for you as I'd like.”

You feel a flicker of guilt. You know that Izana wants to be the only thing in your life, and you've been spending more time with your friends lately.

"I'm sorry, Izana," you say, hoping to placate him. "I've just been trying to balance everything."

"I understand, my love," he says, moving closer to you. "But you need to remember that you belong to me. I am your king, and you are my queen. You must prioritize me above all else."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at his words. You know that Izana's love for you is possessive and controlling, but there's a part of you that revels in his attention.

"I know, Izana," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'll do better."

"I'm glad to hear it," he says, leaning in to kiss you. His lips are soft and gentle at first, but then they turn hungry and demanding. You feel his hands on your body, possessive and controlling, and you know that you're in for a rough night.

As he pulls away, you try to keep your breathing even, but you can feel your heart racing. You know that Izana's love for you is not healthy, but there's a part of you that craves his attention and control.

"I love you, darling," he says, running a hand through your hair. "Remember that you are mine, and I will do anything to protect you."

You nod, feeling a mix of fear and love. You know that Izana's love for you is possessive and dangerous, but you can't help the thrill that comes with being his queen.

[cheesus-doodles]

Hi hi I wanted to request some kakucho. Poor kaku he’s so sweet but also secretly deranged. Imagine like petting his hair and then turning around and suddenly this man is dagger glaring at everyone like mine! People telling you he’s scary and you’re like kaku? No I think you’re mistaken..like you could do anything to him like put bows in his hair and he’s like :D but the moment you leave he’s like :l

awww yes I support this! Kaku needs love on this blog as well imo, hashed out an entire BFF Kakucho here by accident so hope you enjoy anon!

also mini update, going home will be out next week! cross my heart

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I would say to me Kakucho comes off as someone who needs to be given a reason in order to function in life. In canon, this purpose would be given to him by Izana, which would be to serve him as a king, but when Izana leaves the orphanage to go with Shinichiro and then to run the Black Dragons, Kakucho is once more left without a purpose.

It wouldn't seem like a big deal at first, but slowly as the months drag on, this boy would find himself simply drifting through life, pretty much detached from the ongoings around him - there's nothing for him to really focus on besides physical training now that Izana was busy without him, and Kakucho himself doesn't have any particular goals that he is chasing except to server Izana. Of course, this all changes when he meets you.

You are no doubt a very headstrong person, someone who has no qualms doing whatever you like whenever you like, and would not back down on things that you believe in. And you also treated this boy to a lunch after he helped you beat up a bunch of bullies even though you didn't need the help, because you appreciated it anyway. Kakucho isn't a very trusting person to begin with because of his difficult childhood, but you definitely managed to sway his first opinion of you with that simple act of nothing asking for more.

Very selective with how much information he shares about himself, and you were the same, though you did manage to dig out that Kakucho didn't really have anyone else to spend time with, and so you invited him to hang out with you if he was up for it, saying that he was welcome to join your friend group for study sessions. On the other side of being so stubborn, what Kakucho saw was that you were also just an average student with an average number of friends, and leading a very normal life. You were kind yet stubborn, loved your friends and loved hanging out, and when Kakucho did hesitantly take up your offer for the first time, he fell head over heel for the chance at leading a very normal life, a chance to forget the harsh past he came from.

It helps that the more time he spent with you, the more he felt that he had a new purpose, a new person to serve, especially given how stubborn you were, and there he started his slip into yandere tendencies - you were, after all, the one that gave him another chance at life, a chance to be normal. And Kakucho would cling to that with the same vigour with which he would later cling to Izana. Extremely, extremely loyal, you can always count on this boy being there for whatever you need no matter the time of day. Starts slowly with offering to run and grab coffee for you "on his way" to a study session, and then would turn up outside your house to walk you to school, which would quickly turn into Kakucho offering to do any of your house chores.

All the while he slowly increases the pressure on your friend group to leave you alone, increasingly isolating you from everyone else so that he could keep you to himself. You only needed him after all, you didn't need anyone else - and you needed to focus on him so that he could serve you wholeheartedly. Would absolutely allow you to do anything to him without complaint, and yes, that includes putting bows even though he barely keeps any hair. You wanna hold his hand, sure! You want to dance with him in public, say no more. Want him to run to the other side of town to buy you a slice of cake at the break of dawn because it always runs out? Do you even need to ask?

Once he starts actively trying to keep you and your friends apart is when he starts to dagger glare everyone else around you, but that is as much as he would do when you are present. Because a servant deals with his royalty's issues silently and out of sight. Still a sweet boy at heart, he wouldn't throw hands except when he deems it absolutely necessary - in his mind, he doesn't want to keep you from your friends, no way. He craves the normality that you lent him with your presence and your way of life, but these people aren't your friends. All they do is sabotage you, drag you down, keep you from shining.

He would find you better friends.

Pleases Kakucho greatly that when Izana finally returned to him, and he found that you were indeed compatible and could exist side by side with his king with little conflict. He could serve two royals at the same time of course, but it would be so much easier if the two of you didn't overlap and cross each other - he didn't want to have to pick sides. Would introduce you to the rest of Tenjiku the moment he thinks its safe enough because these people are much better friends than those so-called scum from your school.

No lie, the day you first introduce him as your BFF, I think Kakucho would just melt away from happiness. Izana would be extremely amused.

[kaiisers]

you deserve someone who will be by your side, after countless times when life has seemingly left you alone.

you deserve someone who will just be there, for whatever you need; and perhaps they don’t know what exactly you need early on, but they will learn what’s the best for you, because they want the best for you… cause you deserve it, more than anyone.

you deserve someone who will stand with you; the tough, the easy, the normal, the weird, the fun, the bad… they will be there, because they want to, because they feel grateful that you gave them the chance to enter your life.

and you’d never thought you’d ever come across someone like that, someone who would adore you and everything you are with absolute devotion, with a pure love…

which is why they understand your silence — the type that is full of disbelief, hope, heartbreak, longing…

but they will do everything, to prove to you that they are so so sorry for taking so long in getting to you.

because they are finally there, and there will not be a day you will go without knowing that their love for you is what fuels them. that they love you.

GOJO SATORU, nanami kento | todoroki touya, takami keigo, BAKUGO KATSUKI, kaminari denki | imaushi wakasa, haitani ran, kurokawa izana, haitani rindo, sanzu haruchiyo, HANEMIYA KAZUTORA, sano manjiro | KUROO TETSURO, bokuto kotaro, akaashi keiji, suna rintaro | bachira meguru, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, ITOSHI RIN, ranze kurona | edogawa ranpo, OSAMU DAZAI, nakahara chuuya, akutagawa ryuunosuke, nakajima atsushi | albedo, cyno, kazuha, KAEYA, heizou, xiao

a/n: … that’s a LONG list of characters lmaoo my bad :p feeling extremely down so needed a pick me up from self-shipping.

[izanazqueen]

- HIS VIOLET GAZE.

izana kurokawa x reader -

for my dearest izana -

an: fem! × reader- cursing, smut, intercorse, rough sex, making out, creampie, pet names, suggestive themes

izana/reader are both aged up 20+

- he stared down at you, his lilac eyes and tanned skin practically glowing from the sweat glistening from his body as he was fucking into you deeply. ' mmph! '.. you whined under his strong figure as he pumped his bulging cock inside your throbbing core. you felt physically entranced watching him in the slim black tank top he was wearing, clinging perfectly to his form making you mad with desire for him. you hummed in sync to his thrusting and heard a loud moan come from you as his tongue ran over the top of your breast, where he firmly sucked his plump lips, leaving a darkened hue on your torso.

- izana placed his battle toned biceps around his girl, lifting your ass up and pressing your torso against the brick wall, shoving his dick even further inside your soft walls than he already been. 'ah- zanaa! -' your voice sounded unfamiliar to even your own ears, given the way he was fucking you with such intent after the silly argument you both had earlier. you knew he would be rough with you but damn you were not even remotely prepared for what this man had in store for you. 'bab-, pleassse ' before you could try and finish, izana bit down on your neck sucking onto it with full force making your pussy tense like crazy around his length.' thats it love - just like that.' he said in turn in between his pants and moans.

- the way his skilled tongue worked it's way up across your neck and made its way through your lips with what started as a soft, sweet kiss leading into an instant fiery oral tug of war. 'izan- ahhh -' breathlessly his name left your lips, 'fuck baby deeper -' it felt so good what he was doing to your body, leaving him shook- completely unrealizing what you just said, making him go insane. the silver hair man started to fuck your body with relentless force, in ways you never thought he was able or imaginable throwing you into a state of chaotic craze from how hard he was pounding your pussy.

- you knew your boyfriend was a into a kind of different sex- usually you didn't mind when would he get rough with you but there were times where izana could cross the line. and this was one of those evenings. it was like he had absolutely no limiter when it came to fucking his property. 'ah- babyy-'

- you stared up into those beautiful amethyst gems of his as your boyfriend made his hard dick push faster up and more aggressive further past your possible threshold. 'mmph! zan- ahh!- ' your body screaming in pleasure and and a equal tone from your lips to match, you felt your heart quiver. that was the place he belonged. you loved him, your dearest love izana kurokawa.

- feeling terrible for how you said everything to him earlier- it was the truth but you didn't necessarily say it in the kindest of ways you decided maybe you should push yourself a little further this evening for his sake. watching him hold you in his strong arms rutting into your hips with force and uneven in his movements even stronger than before sending into pure pleasure, you couldn't deny him no longer. your heart swelled at the sight of his beautiful form, feeling his legs slightly shaking and you figured your boyfriend must be running out of initial steam. reaching down grazing his cheeks with your fingertips you cooed at him 'cmere, baby-' placing your arms around his neck feeling his weakened body as you saw him glance up at you with desperate eyes. you pushed yourself down off of his cock and with two feet on the ground you practically launched at him. catching in his embrace he looked down at the top of your head, startled. your eyes flashed up at him with a mischievous glint, one that izana never really ever seen in you before. still panting franticly he felt his heart ache looking his beauty of a woman. he gleaned at you 'hmm, what is it darling?'

-furrowing his brow looking confused you proped yourself in his ear and quietly gave him the words you had saved for in this moment. ' tonight. ' his violet eyes grew gigantic at that single thought. 'do you mean, its actually alright w you ? ' he said dumbfounded. with the cutest smile you turned and gave him a peck on the lips ' yes love- i want you to give you all of me.'

- ' fuck.' he sighed. he wanted that more than anything. without another word, izana grabbed your arms and pulled you into a passionate blaze of kisses, providing you with so much affection you could burst. 'babee, heh eee- .. ah- babe!' you could barely breathe. not only from his mouth now trailing into yours with his experienced tongue from years of being with you and learning your desires but also from how much izana made your senses overload. he gave one final wet kiss to your lips before making his way with you in his arms to where the small bed he had made for the two of you in just these times in the layout of tenjiku.

- his lilac eyes watching you writhe in ecstasy beneath him as he mercilessly thrashed into your vagina without a shred of remorse. after all- you said this it was what you wanted. izana had dreamed of this moment having someone some one all his own, all to himself. someone he could do whatever he wanted to and couldn't have imagined it any better. you were perfect. his sweet girl. his muse. he wouldn't let anyone else have you- ever. he was gonna make sure of that. - 'promise its ok, darling?' he breathed ragged as he neared his incoming climax. you could barely talk let alone form a proper sentence from the rolling orgasms he was sending your body into. leaving you in tears, weakly crying in between short- broken moans, 'mm.. p please- give mee nngh-' unable to even try to finish.

- he felt you cream on his length and izana started to lose his composure. this was it. he drove his cock furiously inside your walls faster than his bike at top speed and he felt his insides come undone. he squirted his seed further deep into your pussy and you became enamored by his entranced state. the way the spark flashed in his eyes when he came inside of you and the way he had you feeling made so full of love and his cum you could cry.

- 'hmm- ah.. mmh' he whined and whimpered like a small plea for help to bring him back down from the heaven he escaped to. ' you-' he trailed off. not because he wasn't able to speak- moreover he was unable to find the words. he couldn't believe you let him finish inside. completely flustered he finally found his chance to make it make sense. you wanted this- you wanted him. never did anyone want him before. not even his own family. izana knew the truth. you were his family. his own life to begin anew and it made his heart feel sore. it was painful having someone to love because he knew there were people who were out there that would hurt you just to get to him. there wasn't a chance in hell he would let that happen. you were his. no one would ever touch the kings property. he would make sure of it.

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[shoyoist]

— 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑(𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒) : kurokawa izana.

content: gn!reader. dom reader, sub izana. handjob, edging, praising, riding dick, overstim, multiple orgasms (m), dacryphilia. note: happy birthday izana, my pretty princess!

— . ｡˚ ♡ izana wants to own things. he also wants you to own him.

izana is used to being showered in praise. his subordinates and friends do it often — and kakucho, his most loyal partner and confidant, never misses a chance to give him all the compliments he deserves (and more that he doesn't. kakucho flatters him too much).

so he should be used to it, really. shouldn't be fazed by sweet words or high admiration. shouldn't feel shy.

but he doesn't know how else to feel, when you lean in close, your warmth spilling from your skin into his when you press yourself to his side — and whisper, "mm, 'zana. so pretty like this."

his breath hitches when your fingers tighten around the shaft of his cock, lithe and lazy in how you pump the length, cooing more hushed praise into his ear while you lean even closer, and press your lips to the side of his neck.

he feels hot, feverish, almost — shivering when the fingers of your other hand crawl up the nape of his neck, nails scratching against his undercut as you carress his silvery hair. "h—hngh, please."

"mhm?" you purr, so saccharine in his ear as you snap your wrist once more — fist going to his cockhead, thumb collecting the pearls of cum that have gathered at his tip, before going back down. "what was that, princess?"

and in any other situation, izana would strike someone down if they dared to call him a 'princess'. if they saw him anything less than yokohama tenjiku's fearsome leader, the emperor of the nation's underground world, he would kill them. without hesitation.

but right now? right now, with your lips icy on his throat and your gentle touch at the back of his neck, with your hand around his cock, he is a princess. he's your princess. a princess, laid across his bedchambers, at the mercy of his sweet, sweet lover. "please."

"tell me, my love." you urge, arm wrapping around his shoulders as you pull him close and lock lips with him in a kiss. it's not a very deep kiss, but with how close he is to his orgasm, the force of it still puts stars in his hazy, violet eyes. "i'll give it to you, if you tell me."

you know what he wants. you're teasing him, edging him — dangling him on the cusp, and his body quivers, drawn taut with the need to find release.

"wanna—" the word catches in his throat, and he has to swallow. "wanna cum. can't fuckin' take it."

"tsk, baby." you nudge his head back towards yours when he pulls away, continuing the kiss. "say it nicely."

"wanna cum," he repeats into your mouth. "please? i—i cant. cant take it tonight, please. need to cum."

"good boy." you smile, and he lets out a keen when you increase the pace of your fist up and down his stiff cock, giving him one more kiss on the cheek before letting his head fall back against the pillows and the headboard, moving your free hand down to trace a finger lightly against his balls. "my good lil princess. you want to cum?"

izana's hips jerk, the ticklish sensation so good but just not enough to send him over the edge. he gasps, breathless as you spit on his cock and fuck it harder, cheeks burning with the effect of your words and how fucking blissful you're making him feel. "fuck, yes!"

you laugh, and it makes his face feel hotter still, but god it feels good. he's so close, has been so close for so long, and he wants more, more, more—

he cums with a sharp gasp, a choke that makes its way out without his voice, when you give his balls a final squeeze, and the heaviness of them along with the tightness in his stomach becomes too much to take. "a—ah!"

his hand scrabbles with the blanket underneath him, curling the material into his fist as he moans, ropes of thick, messy cum spilling from him.

"there we go," you sigh, watching how it splatters his thighs, his abs and the sheets, as you continue squeezing his balls and pumping his cock, determined to milk him through. "there we go."

"fuck— fuck, fuck," izana hisses, voice high and wispy, grabbing your arm in a weak attempt to get you to slow down.

"doing so well, princess." you say, ignoring the way he tries to allow himself a pause, and though the room is dark, you know his cock's flushed bright, drooling as you continue bobbing your hand back and forth. "so, so well."

he only whimpers in return, eyes fluttering shut as he breathes, chest heaving — his cock throbs against your touch, and you let go for a second, making him think you were done—

but then, your knees dip the mattress around his hips as you climb on top of him, and his eyes open again. "what—"

"shhh," you slide a hand in his hair, tug his face close to yours. taking his cock, now half limp, back in your grip, you level his head with your entrance as you kiss him. "that was so good, princess. came so hard for me. do it again? inside me?"

"but 'm tired." izana mumbles, but his hands latch onto your waist anyway, pulling you down on his cock as you sink onto it. your walls are velvety, wet and warm and tight around him — miles better than your hand, and his cock twitches, weepy and so sensitive to it all.

"you can do it." you tell him, resting your palms at his shoulders and giving him an experimental roll of your hips. he bites his lip, head lolling backwards for a moment before he composes himself.

"fuck, baby i—" he's so cute. so fucking cute, pliant as he lays underneath you, bronze skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, the shine of it rippling with each breath he takes.

you want to ruin him.

"shhh," you cut him off again. "quiet. be good for me. i know you want it so bad."

and god, he does want it. he does, he does.

emperor of the underworld, tenjiku's unbending leader, the undefeated, immortally powerful kurokawa izana — a whimpering mess, pressed to the sheets, near tears as you fuck him through.

he loves it. being vulnerable, being taken over, being a pretty little princess — he loves it, with you. loves being owned by you.

"princess," you moan, bouncing yourself on his cock as he falls back into the pillows, pale waves of hair fanning out underneath as he arches his back and cries out, tears welling in his eyes with the excess of pleasure that courses through him with each move of your body around his cock. "so beautiful, princess. my princess."

"cant," izana sobs, even though you know and he knows, that he can and wants to take more. "cant do any more — haah — no more."

"feels good?" you ask anyway, because it never hurts to make sure.

"so good!" he whines, clutching your hips and digging his nails into the plush skin, begging you to go harder, to tighten your legs around his waist, move faster and faster.

you give him a fond smirk, eyes sparking with lust and adoration for your pretty boy, watching him go breathless, watching the tears run down his cheeks as he cums again, too soon after his first orgasm.

hot cum fills you up, and the feeling drives you closer and closer to your own high, the fucked out expression on izana's face and the trembling of his thighs under you only fueling your drive.

"mm, please—no more! no more, can't take anymore!" he sobs, and this time, you know he's been pushed near his limit. but then he cries again, tears glimmering at the corners of his eyes, "so good!"

so you roll your hips again, his cock hitting your sweetest spots, as you sink deeper onto him, digging his sensitive head into your favourite places, coaxing out an orgasm of your own.

"shit, 'zana," you stutter, hands tightening around his shoulders as you struggle to maintain yourself — fuck, it feels so good, so hot and so wet, you could collapse.

the white hot, searing wave of euphoria racks through you at the same time that it hits izana as well, and he whines out an overstimulated 'mm, i love you' before he's gasping for air again, the pulsing clench of your heat around his cock too much to handle.

the cold burn of his overstimulation aches, stings. and izana likes it. likes it so much.

"i love you too, princess." you exhale, hot and heavy, bending down to steal an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss from him. he moans into your mouth, finally finding it in him to buck his hips up to meet your thrusts — and jerks his head up for more when you begin to pull back.

pretty little pain-slut, you think with a smile, as you kiss him again. you'll call him that another time, though. for tonight, he's your princess. "gonna take more for me?"

and izana nods, looking up pleadingly with his violet eyes wide and innocent, begging for more. he'll always take more for you.

anything for you — who brings his emperor's front down and turns him into a blissed out, teary little princess, and loves him that way.

"good boy."

[seraphdreams]

If you do can you write Yandere Tokyo revengers characters pls?? Like with Izana/Mikey/whoever watching someone flirt with s/o and they're low-key losing it. If not that's okay and I hope you have a good day. ☺️

izana x gn!reader.

contains. yandere themes, guns, gender-neutral reader, stalking, slight manipulation (??), slight sexual themes.

ser’s note. this is like the first time i ever wrote izana, i’m sorry if he’s ooc!

you were never close with kurokawa izana, only exchanging one or two words with him every so often while you worked as one of his many assistants. you were a busy thing, not having the time to be caught up in his antics or the business he partakes in. yet to him, you were so much more. hours would pass by when izana would think of just how perfect you are, how you weren’t as uppity as the others around him, and just as sweet as his favorite drink.

to him, you were in love.

he took it upon himself to try and get closer with you. he’d call you in to work more hours, give you personal tasks, and even arrange a lunch session for the two of you. at first, you thought this was his way of getting used to his new employee but that suspicion hastily died down.

izana already knew any and every thing about you. he knew what time you woke up, what you ate for breakfast, the shops that you’d frequent — he knew it all; and he wasn’t ashamed of that. that’s what lovers do, right?

he had gotten into the habit of stalking you after a little business party had managed to get you too intoxicated to drive yourself home. izana had taken that opportunity to be cordial with you, get your address so that he knew it like the back of his hand and relish in the sight of you so unkempt. lovers see themselves at their most vulnerable, yes?

after that incident, you hadn’t noticed how often izana was around, merely because he was dexterous at concealing his presence. everyday at the same time for the past month, he’d get accustomed to your routines until there was a little disturbance that angered him more than any traitor.

“sorry i had you come by on such short notice, i’ve been so busy.” you say as you let some man inside your abode. to izana, he was some roguish individual, he looked as though he had no regard for you, and you allowed your guard to be down! if it was him, he’d never allow such a thing to happen. you led the man somewhere throughout your home, possibly the bedroom where izana found an opening to step inside your place since you so conveniently forgot to lock the front door.

he found solace in hiding behind a tall, slovenly houseplant while continuing to spy in on your conversation.

“it’s been a while since i’ve done this, i hope you don’t mind.” said the man. from those words alone, izana could only so much as guess what types of ordeals he was up to.

was he coming over for sex? to hookup?

either way, izana wouldn’t let that happen. he’s about you, he loves you. he’s the one to take your presumed innocence, not anyone else. yet, he keeps himself composed, slowly finding another spot to conceal himself in.

a few moments of silence pass by until izana’s interest is once again piqued.

“down there?” — “yeah, right there.”

the exchange has his heart rate bludgeoning and he knows for sure if he doesn’t stop whatever’s going on, that you’ll regret it for the rest of your life, he’ll regret it. he steadily makes his way to your room where he catches sight of that awful scum of a man with his body hovering over yours as you lay sprawled out on your bed.

like second nature, izana whips out the gun from his pocket, firing off a few warning shots that caused the man to jump from his previous position. izana lined the weapon to the man’s forehead, emotionless purple eyes boring into droopy brown ones. “mr. kurokawa?” you questioned, huddle up amongst your pillows, trying to minimize yourself as much as possible. “lay another finger on my baby and i’ll blow your brains out, y’hear me?”

maybe if it wasn’t too late, you could’ve explained that you had scheduled an appointment with an at-home trainer who was just helping you stretch your body out before working out, but as you know, your boss was extremely trigger happy.

with the shock that settled into you, it wasn’t hard to mold your malleable mind into some warped perception of the whole situation. you had genuinely believed izana did this all for you, to protect you because he sees dangers far better than you can. he had convinced you that the man in your house didn’t have your best interest at heart. he was just a con, like any other man.

you don’t need anyone else besides izana, and he’ll make sure of that.