#tokyorev au

[appyipi]

Hi

[dee-deemus]

I'm going to put my Haitanistuff here 🤙

[cannellee]

May I request alpha! Baji hcs with an omega! Reader? (Sfw and nsfw?)

I just love it when I see omegaverse on tokyo revengers tumblr. There should be more of it.

And baji is best boy fr he's so protective its no wonder he's ranked best boyfriend

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Baji x omega! Reader

— tokyo revengers a/b/o headcanons

my masterlist : ☆

tw : sex and possessive behaviour

(that's what I'm saying! baji's the best fr and I love that he's canonically a green flag. hope you like it 🫶🏼 btw I'm not so sure about my ability to write nsfw so I kept it short in case it's bad. I'm slowy trying to get better at it, hope you don't mind!)

alpha baji is a great lover.

he's respectful, attentive and loyal to a fault.

he knows what's wrong from one glance, but he just sometimes doesn't know how to act upon your reactions.

this is why baji is a huge fan of scenting. when he feels like you're upset and he struggles to comfort you, he'll softly release his pheromones.

his scent is really strong. a mix of red grapefruit and musk, which makes you feel soo at home.

baji is either really secretive about your relationship or is massively telling everyone you're his, there's no in between.

it's not that he doesn't want his friends or anyone to know you're his omega, it's just that he doesn't understand why he should tell anyone if they don't ask.

having your approval and assurance that you're doing perfectly well by his side is enough for him, he doesn't need people's reactions or opinions.

but on the other hand, his possessive side is so strong that it sometimes feels like he would carve his name on your skin if he could.

not that he wants to hurt you though, so he scents you and marks you and basically just claims you in every way possible.

surprisingly gets upset easily, but doesn't say a thing. though his frown gives him away and a small peck from you is all he needs.

not that comfortable with pda at the beginning of the relationship, it takes time for baji to actually open up fully.

but once he does it means you're his partner for life, there's no going back.

when you're doing anything he'll be rubbing his head up and down your back, putting his smell on you. it makes him proud and satisfied when you go past him and the only thing he can smell is his pheromones on you.

your nest is his nest! baji doesn't want to admit it but the way you build your nest, arrange it so it's cozy and warm and with so much familiar smells, all of that makes him feel so comfy.

at first he didn't get exactly what he should do, so he would watch you build your nest while standing on the side awkwardly.

now he's vigorously scenting everything, even the pieces of fabric which are already covered of so much pheromones.

baji during your heat is exactly what you would expect of him : dominant, possessive and restless. he's not stopping, doing it in any position possible while also making sure you're the most satisfied.

when you're asleep, he's cleaning you up and making a simple meal so you can restore your strength. when you're this vulnerable and unable to feed yourself correctly, baji does his best to make you know that he's got your back as your alpha and that he's ready and able to provide for you.

but when baji's in rut, that's a whole other story.

he will be tearing anybody's throat at any sign of a challenge and will keep you well guarded at his house inside the nest you made specifically for his rut.

when he's not biting you or man handling you, baji is blowing out your back in the most animalistic way possible, making it impossible for you to walk correctly after his rut ended.

but you're his sweet omega and you love to satisfy and help your alpha the way he needs it so you don't mind, besides, it always feels so good you find yourself waiting for his next rut.

since you started dating, you noticed a slight change in baji's personality.

he seems calmer and less hot headed. it's safe to say you have a part in his positive change of behaviour.

baji is now a responsible and mature alpha, it can't be any other way. showing up with bruises everywhere and smelling of burnt cars and cigarettes is no longer an option. he knows it makes you stressed and you constantly worry for him ; your concern moves him so much, he lives for that pouty look on your face everytime you lecture him for not knowing better... but baji isn't keen on your anxious smell and worried eyes so he's careful now.

in fact, he makes sure to not get any scratches on him when he goes out! he still burns cars when he's in a bad mood, but since you're there he's rarely feeling off.

but don't worry, nothing will ever stop him from driving away any threats that come into your direction!

baji, much like mikey, is the epitome of the dominating alpha and won't kneel in front of anyone. you're his omega and it's his job to keep you safe and protected.

baji doesn't care, he catches a look at your direction: it's a fight. someone tried and get a sniff of your scent: he's making sure he'll never be able to smell anything in his life. someone directly confronts him and challenges him for you? to the hospital they go, if not worse.

baji has a reputation and as soon as they learn that you're his omega, you can bet you're the safest.

especially since you guys are in the same school, so he can be your personal bodyguard. by the end of the first week, everyone got the memo that you're not to be messed with.

but the toman is also a huge fan of you. who could ever tame baji? it's unbelievable for most them to see baji so docile and careful around someone.

you might not notice since he's always been like this around you, but his friends can tell he treats you differently. his soft spot for you is so evident it's laughable.

they're just not used to him being so compliant and well behaved, gently scenting you and feeding you with the utmost attention, as if you were the most delicate being he's ever seen.

overall, baji and you are living the dream. he's now always hugging you and scenting you and playing with your hair inside your nest (his favourite place!) he loves you so much!

[airbendertendou]

POV : thanks to mitsuya, draken finally gives you an insight to what he’s thinking live action actors used instead of the anime!

[PART ONE]

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draken : who’s hand is that? | name : just mitsuya !!

hinata : want. need. | takemichi : i have no money

chifuyu : have fun !!

mikey : im suddenly starving

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hinata : date? | name : pity date </3

mitsuya : we’re gonna have fun

mitsuya : don’t worry (:

kazutora : i could see it | hinata : YEAH | draken : see what?

draken : stay safe. make sure he drives slow.

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name : why does he look so upset ): | mikey : hmmmMMMMM

kazutora : in his jealous era | baji : wat duz this meen

toman.member : Have a good time commander!

draken : didn’t let you post this | mikey : u let name post abt u !! ]:<

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draken : name for you

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hinata : 👀 | takemichi : no ideas pls

mitsuya : oh?

baji : IM RELLIGN | name : baji he literally tagged me .

chifuyu : me when. me and who.

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name : TANKH YUO

name : ILL GIEV YOU A KISI | draken : you will not.

kazutora : cute (:

hinata : im going to scream ur both so cute | takemichi : we're cuter !!

——♡—— a much asked for part two !! mitsuya is a real one <3 if youd like to b tagged / untagged in any tokyo revengers content, let me know! ♡

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𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝑅𝐸 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐸~!♡︎

𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Pronoluge Chapter 1

ᴡᴄ: 3.1ᴋ

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠/𝑇𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠: 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑡𝑜𝑥𝑖𝑐 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅! 𝑩𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌!!

Free….

What does it mean to be free?… How does it feel to be free?…What even is free?…

Thoughts running through her head as she was packing her bags and trying to ignore all of the screaming that was coming from the living room downstairs under her room. Everything in her room is now empty, but it wasn’t like this before..no it wasn’t. Back then, it was full of her favorites colors and aesthetics.

But why now is it blank and lifeless? What happened to make it all go blank? It felt as if it was a beautiful piece of art, that eventually began to be torn apart bit by bit from her family and relationship which she still hadn’t recovered from.

Growing up wasn’t the best either. Dealing with bullying due to her appearance, getting a job at an early age just to have her parents take every penny she earned and using it for their own selfishness, having a boyfriend in middle school and thinking he was the person who truly cared about it but oh boy she was wrong. He was the complete opposite of what she imagined her relationship to be like.

The relationship she imagined it to be was like a scene you would see in an anime. The main character falling deeply in love with the side character and they eventually get together, making it look just so perfect…maybe a little too perfect.

‘I hate this…I hate it…please, help me…’

The thought running through her head as she finally finished packing her bags. The floor underneath her creaked as she took steps to her door, opening it and peaking her head out to make sure that her parents aren’t upstairs. Once the cost was clear, she quickly yet quietly walked to her parents bedroom and got inside.

‘Okay…I hope it’s still in the same spot..’

She thought before walking over to her parents dresser, making sure to watch her steps. As she was walking, she accidentally stubbed her toe onto one of legs of the bed frame.

‘Fuck..!..’

She mentally cursed and her movements froze as she heard downstairs suddenly silent, too silent. The sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs caused her to panic and quickly got under the king sized bed her parents shared.

A hand covering her mouth, making sure to keep quiet so she doesn’t get caught. The footsteps stopped right in front of the door as a shadow loomed under the door. All she heard next was just grumbling and words that she couldn’t make out due to them being slurred.

Her parents were drunk, it was a daily thing with them. Constantly drinking until they possibly drop dead, but of course that didn’t happen yet.

Once the shadow has walked away from the door, she quietly sighed in relief before sliding out from under the bed and quickly crawling over to the closet. Reaching for the small brown crystal knobs and opening up the black doors. There was a black box that she new was underneath all the clothes that was stacked on top of it.

‘Yes!…it’s still here..’

She thought before carefully taking out the box and opening it. There was a safe inside. Her fingers placing themselves on the black knob and twisting it then stopping it a few times at the right number combination.

As she put the knob on the last number, she got it opened and her eyes gazed over the cold hard stacks of cash that laid in it.

Relief washed over her as she closed the safe and picked it up, holding onto it for dear life as she stood up. Her legs moved and made her way to the door, peaking out to the quiet hallway and running back to her now empty room.

Nothing left in the room besides a sheet-less mattress, an empty closet, and all of her posters ripped that she did from her anger that was bottled up and finally popping out.

Stuffing the safe in one of the duffel bags she had, putting her two duffel bags on her shoulders and her backpack in her hand. She took her phone out, putting her headphones in and playing some music. The melody and best passing through her ears from her headphones as she made her way to her window.

The house she lived in was about a two story house. Wasn’t too big but also wasn’t too small. She cracked open the window and sat on the window sill with both of her legs dangling on the outside as the back heels of her shoes hit the brick wall. She turned her back to face her room one last time before looking down at her ground below her and jumping down.

When she jumped down and landed on the grass, she stumbled from the quite far jump but managed.

‘Run…run like how you’ve imagined…’

She thought before her legs quickly moved, sprinting through the wet grass and drizzling rain. The music in her ears was the thing that tied it all together.

Running away from your home in the rain while listening to music, feeling free for once. But, that isn’t what free really means. Being free means that you are living your best life with no problems to deal with. If she really was free, she wouldn’t have all these problems and trauma.

But why did it have to be her that had to deal with it all? Why did it have to be her? That’s what she wants answers to.

Out of all of the people in the world, she just had to be chosen for this life that she doesn’t want. It only causes her more pain and suffering. She continues to run until she made it to a train station. Despite it being late, the train station was still opened. Walking over to the ticket slot and buying one that would take her out of the city and to another. She went over with her ticket in hand and stood by the train.

It was quite chilly outside since it was drizzling but the clothes she was wearing is enough to keep her warm for a while. The train passing by her and many others standing by in the speed of light, it was beautiful since the train was covered in cherry blossom art.

The train came to a stop and the doors opened. People coming out of the packed train and she walked in after those people have left. She managed to find a seat and sat down with a small sigh leaving her lips. The train did get packed pretty quick but it was no problem for her since as long as she has her music then it’s fine.

It felt calming, maybe a little too calming but it was better than she had expected let alone imagined.

Hours and hours have gone by and the train finally came to a stop, the speakers saying her destination and she stood up along with some other people who were on the train. She made sure her bags were with her and walked out of the train, her nostrils taking in the relaxing earthy atmosphere from the rain that lingered in the air.

She started to walk around the empty streets, lights coming from building signs and the stars lit up the dark streets. It was stunning, almost like a fantasy dream. Her legs made her stop at an apartment complex. The outside was unreal. Magnificent was the best word to describe it in her mind.

“A red carpet? A little too fancy for my humble ass..”

She mumbled before walking in, her hand gripping the golden handle and pulling it opened. The inside was definitely something that didn’t even look real. It was too perfect. A big white chandelier hanging from above with gold and white marble walls with a white tile floor that had the logo of the building in the dead center of the floor in black.

“Hello and welcome to the Inashoji Paradise! How may I assist you?” The front desk person spoke to her as she made her way over to him.

“Hi, I would like to get a room?” She greeted the polite man as he flashed her a smile, showing off his pearly whites and typed on the keyboard.

“Alright, do you have an id? Since you are minor by the looks of you, you must have an id.” The man spoke and looked up from his computer screen and at her.

She gulped thickly as she didn’t have an id, at least not yet. “I-…don’t have an id, but I do work! I have a job and I do part time online.” She spoke.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to need some kind of id. I can’t let you.” An apologetic expression placed on his face.

“Please. I really need this. I’ll do anything.” Her voice desperate for help just to get the apartment room, making the desk man sigh.

“Okay, I’ll give you a room, but, you need to at least have a school to go to. Cause you can’t only just have a job.” He said, finally giving in.

“Thank you.! I’ll make sure, thank you so much.” She thanked him frantically as he handed her a card.

“That’s a school I recommend and it’s really close by, it’s just a five minute walk to it.” A smile placed on his lips and he gives her a key to her room.

“5th floor, room 306 on the left. Enjoy your stay.” She took the key and card, bowing to him then walking to the elevator. She got in and pressed the button to the fifth floor. The doors shutting and the elevator moving up then stopping with a ding. The doors opened up and she walked out, looking at the door numbers until she reached room 306.

She put the key inside the key hole and twisted it, a click snapping and the door opening. The room was really good looking, it even smelled nice and fresh.

Her feet moving towards the bedroom and placing the bags on the floor.

Plopping down on the mattress, the soft surface making her sink into it and she looked up at the white ceiling.

“I wonder how that school is gonna be like.” She mumbled to herself and closed her eyes, her body falling limp and going into a deep sleep.

The sunlight flashing through the curtains making her groan from the sudden flash. She looked at her phone.

7:23 a.m.

‘I guess I should go to that school and sign up.’

Rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she sat up and stretched her arms out. She went over to her duffel bag, taking out some clothes and going to the shower. The shower was relaxing, the nice not too hot water hitting her skin as she felt warm take over the coldness that she was covered in from the rain.

After getting out, she dried her hair and body then put on some sweats and a hoodie. It was still pretty chilly out so she didn’t want to get cold again. Stepping out of the apartment and to the elevator and making her way to the main floor.

“Good morning, Y/n!” The same desk person from last night greeted with a warm smile.

“Hey, good morning….” She dragged before looking down at his name tag. “Fujisiko.”

He let out a small laugh which was pretty cute. “You need directions to the school?” He asked.

“Yes please.”

“Alright, I’ll have someone cover for me and I’ll take you down there and help you get set up. I went to that school so I know everything about it.” A cheeky smile as he stood up, getting a co-worker to cover for him and walked to the main entrance. He pulled the gold bar handle and offered her to go first.

“After you.” She thanked him and walked through with him behind her. Small puddles on the ground from the rain of the night before as they walked in comfortable silence.

“This might not seem appropriate to ask but, how old are you?” Y/n said breaking the silence.

“Oh, I’m 45.” He replied giving a smile which made her look at him in shock.

“What?!…I thought you were at least in your early twenties, you look so young!” She exclaimed.

“Working out and staying on a Healthy balanced lifestyle keeps the skin lookin silky smooth and young.” He said with a shrug.

‘In order to stay looking young, I gotta work out and stay on a balanced lifestyle? Noted…’

She made a mental note and kept walking with him in comfortable silence.

“Alright, here we are!” He said as they made it to a huge building.

“Woah…” She mumbled staring at it.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the main office. If they ask, I’m your dad, okay?” He said to her and she looked over at him with a nod.

He may not look like her father but he does act a little like one.

‘Is this what it feels like to have a dad that actually is nice?…’

A thought popped up in her head before snapping back to reality and quickly following behind Fujisiko who was way ahead of her.

They walked into the building and was greeted with many eyes.

‘Of course people are staring…’

She thought. But then again, Fujisiko has a velvet red and black suit with a gold name tag, black dress shoes, tall, half up half down black hair, brown eyes, a few tattoos, and had a Rolex.

She had her head down to try and avoid the gaze of those around.

“Isn’t that Kowada Fujisiko?!”

“Holy shit you’re right! I heard he’s the owner of Inashoji Paradise!”

“But that’s a really expensive apartment building!”

“Is that his daughter?”

“There’s no way it is.”

She grumbled to herself hearing them whisper only for them to finally make it to the main office.

They walked to the principals room and walked in. The principal looked up and stood up then bowed.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Kowada! How’s the business going?” The principals raspy voice spoke with excitement as Fujisiko.

Fujisiko nervously laughed and bowed in return.

“It’s nice to see you again after many years, principal Juro!” A smile appeared on his lips.

“Oh? and who is this little one?” He asked looking down at Y/n.

“This is Y/n! I want her to enroll here! She’s my…daughter.” Fujisiko said.

“Wow, never knew you had a daughter! Although she doesn’t really look close to you but who am I to judge?” He shrugged and sat back down and offered the two to sit which they did.

“Alright Y/n, what’s your full name and what grade are you in?” Principal Juro asked Y/n.

“My name is L/n Y/n and I’m a sophomore.” She replied.

“Perfect! I’ve been looking for another student to add to the sophomore class. I hope you don’t mind, every class is full of males except gym class. Gym class has very few females but at least you won’t be uncomfortable only being surrounded by males.”

He said as he started typing on his computer, putting her information into the school system. The printer make some noises and a paper came out. He grabbed the paper and handed it to her. She looked down and it was her classes.

First period: Algebra II

Second period: ELA

Third period: World History

Fourth period: Physics

Fifth period: Business Class

Sixth period: Gym

Extra: Advisory (only 30 minutes!)

Seventh period: Free Hour

Fujisiko peaked over her shoulder and his brows twitched in confusion.

“She’s a sophomore, why does she have junior and senior classes?” He asked and looked at the principal.

Juro crossed his arms and leaned back in his rolling chair.

“Well, since I looked up her name and got her records from her previous school she has amazing records. Also, those classes are the same classes that she was taking in her previous school.”

He explained making Fujisiko nod.

“Go to the front desk lady and let her bring you a few pairs of our uniforms. If you want pants you can just ask her for it instead of a skirt. Even though the pants are strictly for the males only, I’ll let you have them.” He said with a smile and the two stood up and bowed, thanking him before leaving the office.

They made it to the front desk lady and she looked at them.

“What can I do for you?” She asked.

“I would like a few pairs of the uniform…but instead of the skirt, can I get the pants?” Y/n asked.

She raised a brow. “The pants are strictly for the males.”

“Principal Juro said that it’s okay for her to get it.” Fujisiko said making her hum and stand up.

She walked to the back and came back with three pairs of the uniform top and three pairs of the uniform pants.

She handed it to them and smiled slightly.

“Hope to see you tomorrow early young lady, have a good rest of your day.” She said and the two walked out.

“How do you feel?” He asked Y/n as they walked away from the school campus.

“What if I don’t fit in? What if they start bullying me all cause I’m the new student? Or if they look at me weird because I’m wearing the boys uniform and not the skirt like all the rest of the girls?…”

She rambled making him look down at her as they walked back to the apartment complex.

“Hey, hey hey, it’s gonna be alright. You don’t have to worry about anything. If they do something let me know.” He reassured her making her slightly calm down.

He hands her a piece of paper.

“Here, it’s my number. Whenever you need me or just wanna hang, I’m always available. But, I’ll text you my working hours so that you know when to not text me, understand?”

His voice changing from soft to suddenly strict and stern, making her gulp and nods. He laughed and ruffled her hair.

“Get a good nights sleep, kid.” He said and went back to the front desk.

A sigh leaving her lips and she went back to her room. Once she made it to her room, she plopped down on the soft mattress.

“I hope it’s not too bad…”

She mumbled before closing her eyes and falling asleep, while thinking of how her day is going to go.

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[anisespice]

“ so what? ” || tokyo rev. 

                         “ boy, I know you miss me, so what? ”

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synopsis: mikey broke up with you thinking he was hot shit. it backfired, expeditiously. 

pairing: college!manjiro x gn!reader

word count: 1,301

warnings: mature language, but still sfw. i think that’s it lol 

notes: this was supposed to be a whole headcannon with multiple toman members, but after a small breakdown on baji’s i’ve decided to break it up into multiple parts. hope you enjoy this one, more on the way soon! ♡

After your nasty breakup, MIKEY hadn’t seen or heard from you in over a year. Even around campus, neither him nor his friends ever crossed paths with you again. At first, he couldn’t care less about your sudden disappearance since he was the one to end the relationship; you weren’t his priority anymore. 

However, when Mikey happened to see you by chance during his night out with friends, the feelings he thought were all dried up suddenly couldn’t be contained the moment his eyes settled on your familiar face. 

“Holy shit. Is that who I think it is?” Someone had said. 

He didn’t pay much attention, too busy stuffing his face to really be invested in any of the conversations going on around him. But, it’s not long until that soon came back to bite him in the ass. 

“Is that [_____]?” 

Mikey choked. With all eyes immediately directing toward him, various looks of both concern and pity could be seen around the table, but he did his best to ignore them. Instead, focused on fighting for his life as he reached blindly for a drink. Draken slid over his water. 

“Tch. I told you to slow the hell down.” He rapidly patted his back, lip upturned in slight annoyance.

When it appeared that Mikey would be...somewhat okay, the others redirected their attention across the room where you decided to sit; alone, they all noted. It was almost surreal seeing you in the flesh again, especially since the last time they did you looked an absolute mess. Now, you were like a totally different person—Practically beaming like the sun. 

To put it simply, you looked good. 

“Where d’you think they’ve been?” Takemichi asked, not-so-subtly gawking at you from above the backrest of their booth. The ravenette sitting across from him strained his neck to get a better look, but to no avail. Baji growled.

“Oi, get your fat head outta the way!” 

Takemichi, having completely raised up from his spot, had his whole body turned in your direction. He flinched but didn't budge until Chifuyu roughly tugged him back down by his collar, resulting in a little shove fest that nearly escalated had it not been for Mitsuya thumping both of their heads.

“Knock it off, before you draw their attention.” 

Satisfied now that his field of vision was no longer blocked, Baji sat up a little higher, and to his horror, made eye contact with you. 

“Shit.” He yelped, immediately shrinking down. “They saw me…” 

Mikey could feel the fear of God in his veins as he shot the cowering arsonist an incredulous look. His heart was straight up boxing the back of his throat, nails digging deep into the plush cushion of his seat; and it would only be downhill from then on. Especially when Chifuyu looked over his shoulder and said, “Annnd, they’re coming over here.” 

If the universe struck him down at this very moment, he’d go willingly. There were loads of things that didn’t phase the Invincible Mikey—Apparently being confronted by an old flame wasn't one of them. Sensing his immediate discomfort, Draken tried his best to downplay the situation. 

“Relax. We don’t know for sure if it’s our table they’re coming to-”

“I thought that was you, Keisuke! Wow, didn’t think I’d see you guys here of all places.” You chuckled, earning a few nervous ones from the gang members. 

Oh, the universe was a cruel mistress. At least for Mikey’s sake he was sitting the furthest, so you didn’t notice him right away. Or, maybe you did and were just ignoring him. Nonetheless, he definitely noticed you. 

All of you. 

Taking you in like a mural on his wall, memories hitting him like a bus as he felt his mouth turn dry. You were dazzling. Almost ethereal beneath the low-lighting of the restaurant. Your eyes were full of warmth as you briefly conversed with his friends, as if they hadn’t been there the day you got your heart ripped in half and did nothing. But, what could they have done, he reasoned. It wasn’t their business. Mikey wasn’t sure if he was relieved or bitter about how easily you seemed to have handled everything, but he ran out of time to decide when your eyes eventually landed on his slouching figure. 

His bones jumped within his flesh. Luckily, he was able to conceal it from showing on the outside. Your gaze nearly pierced right through him, so smoldering it made him want to tug at his already loose collar. It was silent between the two of you, awkwardly so, as his friends waited with bated breath. And it would’ve continued had Draken not subtly kicked the shorter male under the table. Mikey barely flinched, gritting his teeth and side-eyeing the brute in defiance. The former rolled his eyes at the childish behavior, this time kicking him twice as hard where it was blatantly obvious. 

“Ow! Bitch.” Mikey glared, leaning down to sooth his poor ankle. Draken didn’t even bat an eye, gesturing in your direction with a single raise of his brow. He sighed. “[______]. What a surprise. Thought you might’ve transferred schools or something.” 

Draken was about to kick him a third time, only the discount Levi was ready for him, swiftly moving out of range and crowding Baji’s personal space. Said delinquent shriveled up in response, then kissed his teeth knowing a struggle would do him no good. You chortled at the scene. 

“Not quite, Sano.” His eyebrow twitched at your use of his surname. “Just been doing a lot of my classes online, that’s all. But, I didn’t think you’d notice. What, you missed me or something?” 

Some at the table couldn’t help but snicker at the small dig, nearly causing a vein to pop in Mikey’s forehead. “No. Just figured you felt humiliated enough to leave, that’s all. Y’know, since I dumped you‘n all.” 

“Dude, c’mon,” Mitsuya heavily sighed, very uncomfortable. “Don’t rub salt in it.”

You merely waved it off, “It’s alright, Takashi. No harm done.”

Oh, so everyone else gets to stay on first name basis?, Mikey thought. If his jaw were any tighter he was certain he’d crack a few molars. “If anything, that breakup was probably the best thing to happen to me. I was able to take time to focus on myself and it’s really paying off. In fact, I actually met someone new.”

Someone new. 

Someone. New.

Okay, he definitely felt something pop. Whether it was the vein or his jaw, he didn’t know. Takemichi was the first to voice his congrats, only to be elbowed in the side by Chifuyu. Obviously this wasn’t supposed to be good news; not for their still single leader. 

Mikey’s expression was unreadable to the untrained eye, but you knew. The whole table knew. He cleared his throat, attempting to appear unbothered as he pressed for more detail, “Met someone, huh. Anyone I know?” 

You wanted to cackle in malicious glee.

“As a matter of fact...” Sensing a familiar figure in your peripheral, you looked and smiled fondly at the man of the hour headed your way. Extending an arm toward him, a ring-cladded hand instantly wrapped around your waist, and pulled you into his side. “You guys remember Izana Kurokawa, don’t you?”

The table fell silent once more. Deadly silent. Nobody dared to try and break it, not even Draken. Your ex and new fling stared each other down, the tension thicker than molasses on a cold winter night as neither of them yielded. A ghost of grin made its debut across your face as you reveled in Mikey’s own sweet humiliation, watching as he struggled to keep his composure. 

He can rub salt all he wanted. But you made him bathe in it. 

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Potions

TR Harry Potter AU with Muggle!Reader

Harry Potter AU Masterlist | Masterlist

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more of Muggle!Reader's adventures in Hogwarts - another soul freed from the drafts it's been two years... fly you fool, fly! feeling annoyed today because I got scammed by a art thief and now I have to initiate a Paypal dispute and claim tsk

"W-wait. You're cutting them wrong." Your hand came to a gentle rest atop his for a mere moment before you pulled away, though it was enough to stop him from bringing his knife down a second time. "You have to crush it first, then chop them into one inch sections." Even amidst the bubbling of liquids and the crackling of fire, Kazutora could hear your soft whisper loud and clear from where you were seated at the far end of the shared bench, floated along above the voices of students' discussions.

The unamused drawl of the Professor's monotonous voice cut through the heavy silence as he berated a pair of cowering students up front of some unknown mistake, with most of the others - unlike Mikey and Baji sat in the row in front - bowed over as if in silent prayer, hoping against hope that they do not draw his ire next. Sandy brown eyes lifted from his work as he scrapped the processed ingredient into a small bowl, turning his gaze on you as he passed it over. "Here."

"Thanks," you mumbled, careful not to touch his skin again when you accepted the small dish, adding it into the brewing, bubbling potion. "Could you...?" You made a small swishing motion, and it still took a moment before Kazutora realised what you were asking, hurriedly nodding before doing the final spell needed; Mikey did inform him earlier that you still weren't very proficient at any wandwork.

You were an absolute mystery to the blond and black-haired boy; not in the sense that he didn't know who you were. He had been in the same train carriage after all, when Mikey had discovered you and had immediately taken you under his wing despite the protests from the rest of his friends.

All of them were very clear on what the consequences could be if Hogwarts, let alone the Ministry of Magic, found out that they were harbouring a muggle. Yet, those unblinking eyes watching on as you worked quickly and with surprising confidence to bottle up the end result into tiny vials, you didn't even seem to blink an eye at finding out that magic was real, like what the six of them had expected. What you feared more than anything was being sent back to wherever it was you came from. Kazutora certainly knew that look of panic in your eyes well; he had seen the same in his own reflected in the mirror before.

"I'll go submit this now." Your small voice piped up as you gathered up the vials, stopping only to give a tug on Mikey's sleeve as if to reassure yourself - your blond friend sat just the row ahead alongside Baji - before making your way to the front of the classroom.

It was only yours and his second Potions class, but it was clear that you were well on your way to not only the top Potions student but also the sullen Professor's favourite, given the rare praise that slipped his lips on the color of the potions that you turned in for the both of you. You didn't like the attention that got you however, scurrying back to your seat as quickly as you could, making sure to give Kazutora all the space by squeezing yourself at the far end.

But he couldn't find it in himself to get even the slightest bit angry at you for all your cowardliness, not when you couldn't even meet his empty gaze. Not when you had gone out of your way to cook him a lunch box after the first class. "Thanks for your help again," was all you could bring yourself to whisper out, before returning to fiddling with your hands on your table, occasionally glancing up and in Mikey's direction.

Kazutora decided that he rather liked having you around.

Hesitatingly, the duo-color haired boy reached out to lightly tug at the sleeve of your uniform, and you seemed to almost jump out of your skin at the unexpected contact. "So, do you cook often?"

What a stupid question, the boy berated himself, but you didn't seem the slightest bit angry, your eyes instead lighting up with excitement at having something to talk about. You nodded. "Do you like to cook too?" You whispered back.

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One row ahead, both Baji and Mikey turned almost in unison at hearing quiet chatter rolling on, though Mikey couldn't deny the twitch of jealousy in his chest at hearing you get along fine with Kazutora of all people. Interesting.

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“PENITENCE” he regrets everything, wishing to turn back time to make up for his loved one.

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ oneshot

࿐*ೃ feat : tetta kisaki

࿐*ೃ fandom : tokyo revengers

࿐*ೃ extra : fem! reader, angst, siblings!au, sister!reader

࿐*ೃ trigger warning : manga spoiler, blood, death, major angst

╰┈➤: ̗̀➛ YOU were seven when your parents divorced, and Tetta was four. The split was abrupt and messy, leaving both of you reeling. Your mother worked long hours to distract herself from heartbreak, and your father completely distanced himself, leaving the two of you with only each other to rely on. You took on the role of a caregiver, cooking simple meals, helping Tetta with his homework, and tucking him into bed at night with stories of brave knights and magical lands.

Tetta adored you, looking up to you as both a sister and a surrogate parent. Your bond was strong, forged in the crucible of shared hardship. Despite the challenges, you managed to create a world of warmth and security within your small home.

As the years passed, your responsibilities grew. Balancing school and looking after Tetta became increasingly difficult. Yet, you persevered, driven by love and a sense of duty. Tetta, in turn, thrived under your care, excelling in school academically.

Although Tetta was not as outgoing as other children, you loved him as the way he was. He was a genius, a prodigy, so you didn't worry much about his reputation. He excelled in his academic journey.

But as Tetta entered his teenage years, things began to take a drastic turn. He started hanging out with a different crowd outside his school, kids who seemed to always be in trouble. You noticed the shifts: the late nights, the change of his appearance, the defiant attitude. You tried to reach out but Tetta began to pull away.

Countless arguments ensued at home every time you confronted him regarding his dangerous behavior, to the point you raised your hand one time and slapped him. Ever since that day, Tetta despised you, while you drowned yourself in guilt. You blamed yourself for everything, for failing to understand your little brother.

In the months that followed, the distance between you and Tetta grew. He became more deeply involved with his activities. The warmth and camaraderie that once defined your relationship were replaced with icy silence and tense confrontations. You threw yourself into studies, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, while Tetta drifted further away.

You didn't understand, you couldn't fathom it. Where did it all go wrong? What did you do to deserve this fate? Tetta, the only family who loved and adored you..was fading away.

One day, you put all the puzzle pieces together. The fateful encounter with his childhood friend, Hinata, and her boyfriend, Takemichi, brought everything to light. Through Takemichi, you somewhat understood Tetta's reasoning.

That's what brought you here today, to the battlefield between Toman and Tenjiku; to stop your little brother's madness and acute schemes.

You sprinted through the dimly lit streets, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. The night air was cool against your flushed skin, but it did little to alleviate the burning in your lungs. Ahead, you saw Takemichi's silhouette, his figure illuminated by the occasional streetlamp. He was running with a sense of purpose, his focus unwavering as he pursued your little brother, Tetta.

You pushed yourself harder, the urgency of the situation spurring you on. Tetta's small frame was just barely visible in the distance, his movements frantic and desperate. The streets were eerily quiet, the usual bustle of the city replaced by an almost oppressive silence. Your footsteps echoed loudly in the stillness, a constant reminder of how little time you have left.

Every second counted, and you couldn't afford to fall behind. Your legs ached, but you forced them to keep moving, to keep pushing forward. You couldn't let Tetta slip through your fingers again.

As you caught up to Takemichi. you saw him suddenly halt, his body rigid, his eyes locked on something in the distance. Confusion and a sense of dread washed over you. Why did he stop? You were about to call out to him when you finally see it.

Your heart stopped. Time seemed to slow as you took in the horrifying scene before you. Tetta was lying in the middle of the street, motionless. His body twisted unnaturally. His limbs were splayed out, and he was supporting himself weakly on his left elbow whilst trying his hardest to get up. Signs of bleeding and bruises were visible on his face, the blood trickling down the side of his head.

Tetta's mind felt foggy, as if he were trying to swim through thick, murky water. His body felt heavy, every movement sluggish and uncoordinated. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the world remained a blur of lights and shadows.

With a groan, Tetta attempted to push himself up from the ground, his muscles trembling with effort. But to his horror, his body refused to respond. Panic surged through him, sharp and suffocating.

What's happening to me? Why can't I move?

"Huh?" His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled against the invisible force that seemed to be holding him down. His mind raced with terrifying possibilities, each more horrifying than the last. Was he paralyzed? Had he been injured in the accident?

As his vision began to clear, Tetta forced himself to take stock of his surroundings. He was lying in the middle of the street, the harsh glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. His body felt twisted and contorted, his limbs splayed at unnatural angles.

And then it hit him, a sickening wave of realization that threatened to overwhelm him. He wasn't just injured. He was dying.

Tears stung Tetta's eyes as he struggled to come to terms with the truth. He wanted to scream, to rage against his cruel fate. How could it end like this?

"DAMMIT! THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! I CAN'T STAND UP!"

"SHIT- ARGH!"

Tetta's screams echoed through the empty streets, a raw, primal sound of anguish and desperation. He thrashed against the invisible chains that held him down, his muscles burning with exertion. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the sweat and blood that coated his skin.

Tetta's struggles ceased as he felt the warmth of the hand enveloping him, a stark contrast to the cold grip of despair that had held him moments before. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the familiar voice, soft and soothing, calling out his name with gentle warmth.

"Tetta," the voice whispered, like a gentle breeze rustling through the trees. "It's okay, Tetta. I'm here."

Tears welled up in Tetta's eyes as he turned towards the source of the voice, his vision blurred. There, kneeling beside him, was you.

"Sis.." Tetta choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. You remained smiling for your little brother, cupping his face, You could his temperature dropping significantly. The realization broke your heart and tormented your heart with fear of the future. Yet you stayed smiling for Tetta.

"I don't want to die!" he cried, his voice hoarse with extreme fear.

"You won't. You won't." You tried to reassure Tetta, although you knew his fate was already sealed.

"You don't have to worry. I called the ambulance already. You will be fine, okay? Trust me." You reassured again, as tears began to well up in your eyes. You smiled tearfully at Tetta, and his chest tightened. The crystal tears glistening in your eyes dropped on his face.

Your smile was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds, filling him with a sense of warmth and comfort he hadn't felt in what seemed like an eternity.

As Tetta's memories flooded his mind, each moment of cruelty and neglect towards you felt like a dagger piercing his heart. The weight of his actions bore down on him with crushing force, his chest tightening with the weight of regret and guilt.

Tears streamed down his face unchecked as he choked on his sobs, his apologies pouring out in a torrent of anguish and remorse. "I'm sorry, sis," he cried, "I'm so sorry for everything. Please, please forgive me."

He could feel the weight of your embrace, your arms holding him close with a tenderness that he knew...he didn't deserve. With each word of apology, he begged for your forgiveness, his voice growing hoarse with desperation.

"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered, his words barely audible through his tears. "You don't deserve a younger brother like me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

His heart ached with the intensity of his longing to make amends, to undo the pain he had caused you through his thoughtless actions. He vowed to himself that if he could just survive this, he would dedicate himself to being the brother you deserved, to making up for all the hurt he had inflicted upon her.

And as Tetta clung to his sister, his tears mingling with yours, he prayed with every fiber of his being that somehow, someway, he would be given the opportunity to redeem himself, to earn back the love and trust that he had so callously thrown away.

You shook your head, defying his words. "Don't say that. No matter what happens, you'll always be my beloved little brother, Tetta. In this life, or in another life and forever.."

"Because I love you.."

As Tetta's desperate struggle against death continued, his heart beat with a fierce determination to cling to life for your sake. With each labored breath, he fought against the encroaching darkness, his sole desire to utter those words back to you.

But as the shadows grew deeper and the light began to fade, Tetta's strength waned. His chest heaved with the effort of drawing in air, his body growing weaker with each passing moment.

"Sis, I...lo.." And though his lips formed the words, no sound escaped them, lost in the silence of the night.

He wanted so desperately to tell you how much you meant to him, to ask for your forgiveness one last time. But as he gazed into your eyes, he knew that his time had run out.

With a final, shuddering breath, Tetta's body went limp in your arms, his last exhale a gentle whisper against her skin. The world seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a moment of profound stillness.

In the deafening silence of the night, you opened your eyes to meet Tetta's gaze, hoping against hope to find a glimmer of life, a spark of warmth in his eyes. But as you looked into his vacant stare, your heart plummeted like a stone sinking into the depths of despair.

The lights that once danced in his eyes were gone, extinguished like stars fading into the blackness of the night sky. His gaze held no warmth, no flicker of recognition, only an emptiness that chilled you to the core.

A strangled sob escaped your lips as the horrifying truth dawned on you, crashing over you like a tidal wave of grief. Tetta was gone. His spirit had departed, leaving behind only the shell of his earthly form.

You reached out a trembling hand, brushing your fingertips against his cold, lifeless cheek, wishing desperately for some sign, some indication that this was all just a terrible nightmare. But there was no denying the truth that lay before you.

Tears blurred your vision as you cradled Tetta's still form in your arms, the weight of his absence pressing down on you like a leaden weight. Your heart felt as though it had been torn from your chest, shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

With a cry that seemed to tear through the very fabric of the night, you collapsed against Tetta's lifeless body, your sobs wracking your entire being. Your cries echoed through the empty streets, a mournful symphony of grief and despair.

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Eyes on Me

Yandere TR Harry Potter AU with Muggle!Reader

Masterlist

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Recommended Readings: Sorting Ceremony, Family

many thanks to @trashybandit for beta-reading! nothing too depraved, just something mild, happy holidays and a happy new year!

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tw: reader has female parts and pronouns, dubcon/noncon, exhibitionism, fingering, public masturbation, molestation

You've always preferred to keep your eyes down. Be it in a past life as just another regular non-magical person, walking the streets of a gloomy, cloudy London just trying to get by, or hiding in plain sight in this oversized magical school you hesitantly called home, drawing attention to your quiet self was the last thing you wanted. But this time, more so than anytime in your past, was one time you wished you could lift your gaze up, to look at anything else, anyone else even. Anything but being forced to watch Mikey’s hand that disappeared under the hem of your skirt between your thighs as you tried to direct your attention to your book of charms, all the while the same boy was pressed tight against your side, head nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

The Great Hall around you was bustling with people, students of every grade gathering for lunch, books tucked haphazardly under their arms as they breezed past behind the two of you in groups of three or more, the chatter over classes, home and other more personal matters mixing in a light draft that drifted the hum of the crowd up towards the high ceiling. The afternoon sunlight poured in through giant windows that lined both sides of the gargantuan room, bathing everything under the high ceiling in a gentle light,  All you could hope was that no one cared to look too closely at you, just two students sitting here innocently reading - 

A harsh grind of his fingers against your clothed clit, and you were instantly wrenched from your thoughts, your gaze snapping to meet Mikey’s abyss eyes as you bit your lip in a bid to muffle the whine you felt in your throat. Too late, and you felt the panic start to bubble up in your gut as your nearest table neighbor more than two seats away raised a suspicious eyebrow in your direction, though one look from the Sano heir was enough to have them minding their own business. “Why are you looking at them?” He grumbled into your skin, attempting to snuggle ever so closer to you. “Keep reading.” 

“Okay Mikey,” you whispered back, trying to turn your attention back to your book, to focus on the dancing words even as the blond-haired boy teased you; Mikey had assigned it as compulsory reading after the unmitigated disaster that was your practical magical lessons since you started at Hogwarts. You understood why you needed the extra study to the point of reading during what should have been your lunch break, what with the lack of control over your wand and your borrowed magic, as told to you by Mikey, but you were a lot less certain why this included the need to touch you like…this. Inappropriately, publicly. You would never live down the humiliation if you were caught, yet - you didn’t have the heart to stop him. Not with the certain vulnerability you could see he carried in his usually unreadable eyes and posture today, an anxiety almost; unusual for someone as strong as Mikey.

He hated it. He hated every second of your attention you wasted on these plebeian nobodies. Your hushed voice straining not to waver as he swiped the crotch of your soaked underwear aside, your sensitive clit now pinched and rolled between his calloused fingers, your voice just barely loud enough to reach his ears over the growing crowd as you read those twisting, foreign words out to him. Why couldn't you just keep your attention on him like you were supposed to? 

Your teeth came down harder as deft fingers teased the hem of your panties, dipping to test the wetness of your folds before once more pulling away, though his free hand was quick to attempt to relieve your lips from the bite pressure, drawing one thumb over soft, reddened lips. “Stop that, it’ll bleed,” he scolded, and you shivered as the Slytherin pulled himself up from where he was slumped against you. “Read the first paragraph out loud to me, then we will try the spell again.”

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A clop of footsteps in your direction, and you instantly froze around him, that voice of yours that he enjoyed so much that could turn the most dull magical theories into wondrous tales, fading away into nothing. A nervous wreck of a Ravenclaw - Lee or Lemon or something Mikey never cared to remember - who clearly didn’t want to be confronting the notoriously hot-tempered Slytherin, turning back one more time at his group that voted to send him before finally piping up, already shaking under the icy glare leveled his way by the Sano heir. “Hey Sano, could you turn it-”

“Sod. Off.” But his fingers continued exploring your private area between your legs even as the other scampered off like a kicked dog, firmly circling your pussy like a vulture waiting for the last gasp of its victim. 

You hesitated, eyes following the fleeing figure, your hand lifting from where it had been holding down your skirt towards your book. "Mikey, m-maybe we should read this later."

A light sting to your hand had it quickly replaced on your lap. "Keep reading."

There was no doubt the other saw everything; Mikey's hand up your skirt, the vulgar movements of his fingers as he toyed with the apex of your legs under the thin black cloth. What did it matter - what did it matter if everyone knew you belonged to him? It wasn’t like he hadn’t already noticed the other students trying their best to pretend they weren’t watching the show happening under the table from across the hall, averting their eyes only when they felt him lift his - he knew they were watching. Why would that be a problem? After all, he was the one that blessed you with the ability to use magic, taking you, a mere muggle, under his wing out  of the kindness of his heart. Teaching you the ways of his family that were steeped in generations of tradition and history, stepping out to shield you from the harsh words and ways of the world. 

"The spell caster must keep in mind at all times that charms-"

And you couldn’t even return his small request of having you focus solely on him; to pamper only him with your love and attention. Instead here you were, losing yourself to your anxiety over the opinions of lesser scum, letting Izana get near to you and toy with you the moment his back was turned. Your stabilizing voice began to quaver once more, back straightening as he pushed one digit into you, your warm walls instantly clamping down on the offending digit in a bid to push him out. Around him, the smell of baked potatoes and chicken wafted down from further up the table, the rest of his house blissfully unaware despite your flushing cheeks and constant shifting.

Barely muffling the whimper that escaped your throat in the crook of your elbow as the tip of his finger ever so expertly pressed into that spot that made you see stars, it was that dark tint of unrestrained pleasure sullying your innocent doe eyes, mixed with a touch of horror and ever-present anxiety that had Mikey engrossed. Hooked like a drug addict after experiencing his first high - he needed to see more. More of what only those expressive eyes could show him. 

“Oh, it seems like I’m missing the party.”

Whiplash, the world seemed to almost rollover with how quickly Mikey pulled his gaze up and away from where he had been fixated on your face, only for black abyss eyes to land on a dreaded familiar face seated to your right, chin rested atop his open palm, having slid onto the bench unnoticed. Where did-

But Izana already had those empty violet eyes fixed on you, one tanned hand reaching out to tilt your chin down. “If you wanted to fuck, my room is always open,” he muttered, lips quirking into a smirk as his gaze roamed over your reddening expression as you desperately tried to avoid eye contact. “You could have just asked.”

Rage. Boiling rage that churned in his gut. How dare he. How fucking dare he. 

Pulling away from you, it was the first time Izana bothered to meet his younger sibling’s raging ones, lazily drawling out his words as he threw one arm over you casually, as if he wasn’t facing down an incoming hurricane head on. “You still don’t pay much attention, Mikey. I did say I’ll be here for a research study.” 

Touching you right in his face, and you barely put up a struggle. How dare you. “Fuck off!” Mikey hissed, free hand snatching his wand from his pocket, though the older of the two looked barely intimidated having the business end of a wand pointing straight at him, eyes instead now following the black-clad arm of Mikey under your skirt. “What are you still doing here?”

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And apparently that was that, with no further information offered, and the white-haired boy once more turned his attention back to you, leaning over once more to press his lips to you, now trapped between the two Sanos. "Has he still not made you cum?" Came his teasing question breathed straight into your ear, hot breath brushing against your skin as he nibbled lightly on its sensitive shell, wandering fingers tapping their way down your shoulder, the other hand nimbly popping open one shirt button to reveal the center gore of your bra underneath.

“I said-” A threatening flair of magic bursting forth from Mikey that dropped the surrounding air by several degrees, the few remaining schoolmates that still dared loiter along the aisles that ran parallel to the Slytherin table beating a hasty retreat. “Fuck off.” You definitely felt that a lot more than he did, shivering as you were caught off guard by the ripple of magic through the air, the family magic granted to you by Mikey, the same one that now ran through your blood, reacting to his anger.

Izana raised one slender eyebrow. “Ah ah,” he tutted, the Durmstrang student momentarily looking over at the table at the head of the Great Hall, where a scattering of professors had gathered for their lunch. “Unless you’re interested in calling your professors over to enjoy the show, reconsider what you’re about to do.”

Despite your nervously glances between the two brothers, attempting to make use of the animosity to inch your way away from the relaxed Izana and towards the safety of Mikey, Izana wasn’t quite done with you yet, nimble fingers slipping under the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple. You winced, instantly freezing. “Not so fast.” He hadn’t even gotten to enjoy those panicked eyes yet, the shame and humiliation from having parts so personal of being exposed to him and the world, followed by the inevitable pleasure that would set in. Izana couldn’t wait to get started, rolling the captured bud between his fingers, tugging at it slightly as his other hand pulled open your shirt further, popping your breast free from its constraint. If it was possible, your face looked like it flushed even further. “I’m not that cruel, let’s make you cum baby girl.”

“No- Izana, please-” Swallowing heavily, you could barely lift your gaze from your lap to meet him, your whisper soft like a breeze. “They can see.”

“So what? All they can do is watch.” Unlike him, that is - you would never have to worry about lesser trash sullying you with him around. You couldn’t stop yourself, letting out a cry of pain as you hunched over the dining table, two tanned slender fingers having forced their way into you alongside Mikey’s. Despite being very obviously drenched, the feeling of soaked cotton rubbing at his fingers as Izana pushed his way past the younger Sano’s, it was clear that he was stretching you beyond what you had ever taken. Far from concerned with what was going to be your momentary pain, a smug smirk tugged his lips upwards at the flash of blond from behind your figure; Mikey had been awfully quiet, hasn’t he? “I remember how good you tasted the first time,“ the white-haired boy all but sang, and you whimpered as if on cue, though in large part encouraged by the harsh pinch he delivered to your breast.

Amusement was what washed over the older of the two when Mikey immediately snapped back to reality, abyss eyes narrowing at the sudden tautness of your pussy. “Liar, you’ve never touched her.” Ahh, always so protective of the Sano heir - but then again, so would he if he had a little pet like you to take care of, Izana would imagine. 

“And how would you know that?” He always thought you would taste like honey, or something equally sweet; how could a shy little thing like you not? 

Wand disappearing back up the sleeve of his Hogwart robes, those black, bottomless eyes snapped to you, and you couldn’t hold back the yelp at the sting delivered to your backside even as Mikey’s fingers inside of you began to pump, a tiny spark of red that Izana would have missed if he hadn’t known where to look. “Tell him.” 

When you failed to respond, another sting, and all you responded with this time was a muffled whimper to which the older of the two simply ignored, more focused on exploring your soft walls that wrapped around his digits. Utterly delightful, a warmness that Izana couldn’t explain - would you feel this good when he bounces you on his cock? Perhaps even better - you would be a sight for sore eyes, stretched to your limits as he sinks himself into you, watery eyes begging him silently for mercy. 

It was a small mewl that snapped their attention back onto you, a warning a moment before your walls clamped down, spazzing around their fingers, thighs quivering as you came. Glazed eyes turned towards the ceiling, your mouth hung slightly open, panting with the euphoric high, though the trail that the tears burned down your cheeks just minutes earlier still visibility shimmering in the gentle afternoon light - oh how Izana loved the sight. 

You slumped sideways into Mikey, the last remaining energy you had sapped out of you. Barely acknowledging the fingers that were now retreating from you, let alone the words that seemed to be spoken at you, all you seemed to be capable of doing was trying to remember to breathe. 

A sharp sting, and the reality around you came straight back into focus, you shooting back up vertically on the bench, though the movement didn’t affect Izana as he tucked your boobs back into your bra. “Give me your panties.”

“Hu-h?”

Another sting, this time harsher, and you winced. “I said take it off.” Mikey snarled out through gritted teeth, his hand now wrapped around your delicate wrists never grew any tighter. A wave of the Durmstrang student’s wand, and your shirt buttoned back up, tidying and straightening itself, though his efforts were in vain as your gaze once more fell away, shaking hands jerking as they hesitantly reached under your skirt. You didn’t want to, but under your friend’s steely glare and clenched fist, you obliged anyway, tears once more welling up at the corners of those doe eyes. And inch by inch, the drenched cotton, cutely patterned with a print of small flowers, came into view, falling down your legs, only to be immediately snatched away as soon as you could bear to step out of them, disappearing into one robe pocket.

Ah, such a pity - Mikey owning such a cute little pet but not knowing how to care for it. The older boy produced a handkerchief.

"Lift up. There we go." Biting back the shame-filled tears, you couldn’t bear to watch Izana pushing apart your legs, pressing your face into Mikey’s jacket as your most private parts were revealed to his violet eyes. Spreading your lips wide with two fingers, he proceeded to firmly press the silk cloth down, wiping your still drooling pussy down several times even as Mikey watched on disinterestedly - Izana was sure you would be punished further later for letting him get away with that. “Can’t have you leaking all over the place.”

After all, the only thing you should be trailing is his cum, marking you as his.

A scrunch of a forehead, and on instinct, the blond-haired Slyntherin turned, and it was to the dreadful sight of a professor sweeping his way down the Slytherin table aisle in your direction, unpleasant frown on his face as students whispered and pointed at a trembling, crying you. Seems like they were too jealous of the little show. Izana sighed, drawing his wand under the table - Hogwarts students, really. A loud bang from the Gryffindor table, and a student rocketing off their seat meters into the air quickly drew away the professor’s attention.

“I’ll see you later.” He hummed, disappearing into the growing crowd. 

[izanapogi]

simbang gabi with izana

random thoughts with @gen-loves-senku bc nagcrave si gaga ng isaw at bibingka after mass and inabot kami ng 2hrs kumain kasi nagdelulu pa kami

habang kumakain ng isaw kagabi after ng simbang gabi, napagusapan namin ng frenny ko na what if stranger izana tumabi sayo sa unang gabi, naramdaman mo sparks nung hawak kamay kayo sa ama namin.

pangalawang gabi, magkatabi ulit kayo tapos nalaman mo pangalan nya dahil tinawag sya nung kuya nya, and again, kilig ang blessings sayo nung nag hawak kamay kayo sa ama namin.

pangatlong gabi, hindi mo alam kung delulu ka lang ba talaga o coincidence lang na magkatabi nanaman kayo.

pang apat na gabi, sayo sya unang nag "peace be with you" at mukha kang tangang nag "same to u 😀✌️" kasi nag malfunction ka na.

Pang limang gabi, "hala amoy bibingka" sambit mo nang maamoy mo yung nilulutong bibingka sa tapat ng simbahan. "oo nga, magkano ba yun?" nagulat ka na lang nang biglang sumagot sayo si simbang gabi poging seatmate sa tabi mo. dito na kayo nagsimulang magdaldalan at ang natandaan mo na lang sa homily ni father ay yung "magandang gabi sa inyong lahat" sa simula.

pang anim na gabi, nagulat ka na lang nung niyaya ka nya kumain ng bibingka sa tapat kasi 'gusto raw ng kapatid nya'. "ate ano fb mo?" tanong sayo ng dalawang kapatid nya nasi mikey at emma habang nagaagawan sa baso ng palamig. paguwi mo, nakatanggap ka ng friend request galing kay izana at buong pamilya nya.

hanggang 6th night lang napagchikahan namin kasi 6th night pa lang 😞 sa mga may magandang loob dyan na mag tutuloy nito o gagawa ng simbang gabi au (bc we cant write shit HSBAHAHHA), isasama kita sa prayers ko at sswertehin ka next year. i lobe u 🫶

[appyipi]

Today we have…

✨IZANA KUROKAWA✨

[lucifugousart]

Childhood friends bonding moment 🎨🎻

[airbendertendou]

POV : you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time… a lot. live action tokyorev cast used!

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name : should i leave? this looks intimate /:

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takemichi : where are u???? | name : around .

chifuyu : omg STOP doing this!!

mikey : sneaky………..

hinata : at least he’s making friends <3 | takemichi : hina 😭

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sanzu : spotted. | name : catch me if you can !! (≧ڡ≦*)

kisaki : Where is this? | takemichi : NONE OF UR BUSINESS.

mikey : i look So Good here

mikey : send this to me 🫰

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chifuyu : HUH.

baji : wait i no him…….

mikey : oh? oh ho ho ¬‿¬

takemichi : i….. did not see this coming | hinata : they’re cute!

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draken : Go AWAY. | name : BALD 🫵

mikey : come find out!!

chifuyu : wouldn’t u like to know weather boy…..

baji : planning……. skeeming……..

kazutora : let me know when u find out 👂

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hinata : why are they bloody……. | name : bonding time

chifuyu : IN teh midDle of oRu fiGHT? -@@-$?/

takemichi : NTO TWH TIME!!-!??-&

sanzu : no.

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[dark-mnjiro]

within me lies [what you really want] :: mikey one shot

Collab: Backstage Pass Collab :: hosted by @/knchins

Author’s Note: hey guys! I finally finished my collab piece for Ally’s band AU collab. I wrote Mikey… 2 you guys enjoy it - I feel like I lost a lot of traction near the end. I don’t know why. But. Whatever.

Warnings: sano manjiro x afab!reader, cheating, infidelity, boy band/rockband au, minor songfic/song references, smut, dirty talk, fingering, softdom!mikey, unprotected sex, bruising/hickies, dubcon, minor noncon touching, use of she/her/female oriented pet names, explicit language, explicit sexual content

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“I can’t believe you got these VIP passes,” you whispered to your boyfriend as the grip on the t-shirt in your hand grew tighter. He merely chuckled and ushered you to move along the line. Your eyes came up and you saw your favorite band come into view. All were sitting along a long table, flashing fans smiles and scribbling signatures on varying objects. This was nothing short of a dream come true for you, to meet Toman, especially their lead singer Sano Manjiro finally. You glanced at your boyfriend over your shoulder almost bouncing from excitement. “This is amazing-”

“Don’t worry dollface,” he chuckled, patting your head gently. “It was the least I could do for how business I’ve been.”

While you were thankful for such a wonderful gift, you still had a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach regarding your boyfriend and how distant he had recently become. But tonight wouldn’t be the time to dwell on existing relationship issues, tonight was about you and enjoying your favorite band.

“Next!”

Your eyes widened reaching the table with the band members greeting you with smiles. Overwhelmed, you set the t-shirt onto the table as Kazutora and Mitsuya were the first to sign the back of it with the black permanent marker, exchanged small talk before it was passed onto Baji and then Draken and then finally - oh god you felt yourself freeze in place. 

The term fangirl you hated but it was exactly what you became when you locked eyes with the lead singer, Sano “Mikey” Manjiro. His dark eyes glanced up at you before scribbling his name.

You gave your name when he asked as his eyes looked you over seemed a bit more throughout this time. His lips curled into a playful smirk before pushing a hand through his short, dark hair. His eyes quickly glanced at your boyfriend, standing behind you who seemed to be glued to his cell phone instead of you.

“Want anything else?” he asked.

Heat burned at your cheeks. “I-uh.”

“Like a picture? Another autograph-”

“A picture would be amazing,” you managed to get out before his smirk grew wider. He rose from his chair, standing off to the side of the table as he motioned one of his assistants to take your phone to snap a picture. You stood beside him as his hand moved to the small of your back, catching you a bit off guard… especially when you swore his fingers danced dangerously close to your bottom. 

The assistant called out to both of you to smile before snapping a couple of pictures to keep on your phone. You practically squealed as you went to retrieve your phone from the assistant before scrolling over the photos. “These are amazing!” you squealed, turning back toward Mikey. “Thank you!”

He raised his hand before offering a lopsided grin. “Not a problem. Hope you enjoy the show. What was your name again?” You offered him your name before flashing a cheerful smile. Mikey merely nodded before grabbing the t-shirt from the table and handing it to you.

Thanking him again, you reached out to grab your boyfriend’s hand and tugged him away. “Did you see how nice he was!” Your boyfriend didn’t seem to respond and remained too interested in his cell phone. Your lips dipped into a frown. “Babe?” Still, no response. What was so interesting on his phone-?

You quickly snatched the phone from his hands. And what you found, it felt as though your stomach dropped to your feet as your eyes scrolled through message upon message of random messages from several other women offering him nudes and hookups. “W-what is this?”

“It’s nothing!” he snapped before snatching his phone back. “Who the hell do you think you are going through my phone like this?!”

“You’re cheating on me…”

“No, I’m not,” he snapped back. “You’re delusional!”

Stepping back, you clutched the band t-shirt to your chest before a sigh left your lips. You turned and walked away, wanting nothing more than a moment to clear your head. “I need to think about this,” you whispered, before disappearing into the crowd.

And that’s when you managed to find yourself tucked away between a couple of food stands offering refreshments before the show, wiping the tears that beaded at the corner of your eyes. You knew the two of you were experiencing some problems, but nothing like this. And right before your favorite band was to perform? You inhaled deeply, trying to relax your body. Perhaps, you could still enjoy the show… and just ignore that asshole’s existence…

“Excuse me?”

You practically jumped as you looked up and recognized the person as one of Mikey’s assistants standing in front of you. “...yes?”

“I’m sure this sounds very odd,” he continued. “But Mikey’s requesting you join us backstage to enjoy the show. Care to join?” He held out a holographic backstage pass with the band printed on it.

Your eyes widened at the backstage pass danging in front of you. Should you take it or should you perhaps try to seek out your boyfriend? But at the same time, Mikey himself was requesting your presence. How do you just say no to a celebrity like him? Your grip on the signed t-shirt tightened for a moment before forcing yourself to smile.

“I’ll take it.”

The assistant nodded before you took the backstage pass, slipping it over your head. “Follow me.”

Nodding, you followed close behind as he led you through the growing crowd gathering outside the venue. Your nerves were getting the best of you now as he opened a door, ushering you inside. It was fairly dark, with a few lights here and there to help guide the way before you heard music booming in the distance. It was obvious they were doing a few more sound checks before the big performance.

“No boyfriend?”

It was Mikey, standing off to the side with a grin on his face.

“I gave my assistant another pass in case-”

“...I rather not talk about that,” you replied soft, offering him a small smile. “Thank you for the pass, I can’t believe you’d offer that to me.”

“Ah,” Mikey said, tilting his head. “Gotcha. Wanna watch us do another sound check?”

Your eyes practically lit up before nodding. Mikey chuckled before offering his hand to you and leading you closer to the stage. It was so strange to see a concert from this point of view. All the lights beaming down on them and several people still scurrying around with last-minute touches here and there. 

You could hear Draken still strumming his bass a couple of times before commenting that something needed adjusting and Baji mercilessly hitting his drums. Mikey grabbed his golden microphone before calling out the do a quick run-through of a song again. The other boys nodded before starting one of your favorite songs. Mikey’s singing almost caused you to melt on the spot before spying his dark eyes glancing at you every so often. Was he staring at you now?

A person tore you from your thoughts as you were offered drinks and snacks while you watched them doing their last sound check. It was amazing to see your favorite band from this point of view. You knew everyone back home would be jealous, especially your idiot boyfriend. Speaking of that, you pulled out your phone and checked your messages to see an onslaught of text messages from him begging for responses. Did he deserve one at this point?

“Whatcha looking at?”

You didn’t expect Mikey to suddenly be in front of you, but clearly, the sound check was over and he had come to check on you. A sigh fell from your lips before showing you his phone. “Just… my boyfriend,” you admitted, shaking your head. “I… I caught him messaging other people and took off. He has no idea where I ran off to and I just-” you paused for a moment. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Mikey tilted his head as he scanned over the brief glimpses of the messages he had sent you. It was true your boyfriend was desperate for your response, but he could recognize the gaslighting in between the lines. “To be honest,” Mikey said, shrugging. “I could tell he was cheating when you were both in line to get autographs.”

Confusion filled your eyes as you stared at him. “...how?”

Mikey casually leaned against the wall next to you before smirking. “Any idiot who cared about their partner would’ve noticed just how low my hand got when we posed for the picture.”

You could feel the heat creeping up your neck before spreading like wildfire over your skin. He had done that on purpose? But, why? “You… did that on purpose? But I’m just-”

Scoffing, Mikey ran a hand through his dark locks. “Believe it or not,” he replied, shrugging. “Just because you’re a fan doesn’t mean you aren’t attractive.”

Thrown off by his response, you lowered your phone before tucking it away in your pocket. Was this happening? That had to be the reason he felt the need to invite you backstage… While you knew that your favorite band had a reputation for bringing attractive people backstage on a fairly constant basis, you never thought you would be one of them.

“Just hang out, enjoy the show,” Mikey said as he heard his manager call out that they were to get ready to perform soon. “And we can talk more later.” He gave you a small wink before turning to go prepare with the other guys before they were announced to come onto the stage.

Soon the empty stands were filled with screaming people as someone over a loudspeaker announced the band. They all rushed the stage as you stood back watching as the show took place. It was beautiful. You closed your eyes as your body swayed to the music before mouthing the words that Mikey would sing so beautifully into the microphone. When you opened your eyes again, you caught Mikey staring at your out the corner of his eyes, and before you knew it… He was beckoning you onto the stage.

Your eyes widened in shock as you pointed to yourself. Mikey merely nodded in response before you slowly made your way on stage. The crowd fell eerily silent, staring at you as you stood beside Mikey.

“It’s alright,” he said before turning back to the microphone. “We just want to give a big “fuck you” to their ex, who’s out in the audience right now. He was messaging other girls behind their back and got caught - what do we think of that?”

“Bitch behavior,” Baji interjected.

The other boys in the band seemingly nodded in agreement.

And to your surprise, the entire crowd erupted with boos as the thousands of fans looked around for the culprit. You never imagined something like this would ever happen.

“So I gave them a special view of the show,” Mikey continued, raising his hand to quiet the crowd. They cheered again, some even shouting words of support about your “shitty partner”. “So I heard this is your favorite song that we have… and I wanted you to get to experience it from here.”

The band erupted into your favorite song as Mikey once again sang so beautifully. You swore his eyes would drift back toward you on occasion, catching glimpses of you dancing around the stage and mouthing the words to your favorite song. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. 

The worst night of your life had turned so magical…

And before you knew it, it was all over. 

You found yourself sitting in Mikey’s dressing room, sipping a drink and laughing with the lead singer. He used a towel to dry the sweat from his face before turning to you with a grin. 

“Sorry about your shit boyfriend,” he said. “Although… to be honest. You’re way too hot for him.”

That, you weren’t expecting. 

Embarrassment crept up the back of your neck before you felt your cheeks burning. “I’m sorry?”

Mikey swiftly moved to take the seat next to you. “Well… I have to be honest,” he said, grinning. “I had planned to just snatch you from that prick anyway. He just made it easier-”

“…I’m not a groupie…”

“I didn’t say you were,” Mikey countered before leaning into you. He was becoming dangerously close to you before his hand came up and touched your face gently. He turned your attention toward him. “Just because I’m famous doesn’t mean I don’t find anyone outside of that attractive,” he added. 

“I—“

Your words were cut off by Mikey planting a kiss on your lips. His tongue slowly moved along your lower lip, causing a small moan to escape your throat and your lips to part. He immediately took it as an invitation as his tongue ran along yours. His free hand moved to the edge of your top. His fingers dipped under the fabric before pushing upward. Another soft moan escaped your throat as you felt Mikey use his weight to push you back against the couch. 

Laying back, your hands quickly found their way into Mikey’s hair and tangled within the dark locks. You could feel him smirking against your lips as his hands groped clumsily at your chest. He pulled away from your lips before practically ripping off your top and quickly making work of your bra. He tossed the article of clothing aside before dipping his hand down to your throat and leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and to your chest. 

Whining, you brought your hand up to your mouth trying to muffle the sounds begging to release as his mouth finally stopped above your naval. His dark gaze flickered back up at you as his smirk grew wider. 

“Like that?” he teased. 

“…y-yes,” you panted. 

His hands made quick work of the rest of your clothing but stopped at your underwear. His hand slipped into your underwear before two fingers punched at your clit. A gasp left your lips, earning a chuckle from Mikey. 

“Quiet,” he teased. “What a dirty, slut… soaked underwear already… and you say you’re not a groupie.”

“I-I’m not-“

Mikey merely hummed in response before the two fingers slipped into you. You get your body to squirm as pleasure washed over your body. The pace of his fingers quickened as he leaned back over and sucked on your neck. 

His name fell from your lips as another moan, trying to buck your lips to get just a bit more friction to offer just a small amount of relief. 

“Mikey-!” You begged. “Hurry. Please.”

He chuckled against your throat before pulling back and removing his fingers. He slowly slipped off your underwear, tossing it behind him before stripping off his clothes. You could feel the heat radiating over your entire body as his dark eyes roved over your nude body. A shy look passed over your eyes as he leaned in and kissed you again. “Relax,” he whispered against your lips as his free hand came up and groped your chest.

Mikey pulled back before patting his thigh to signal you to move into his lap. Straddling his lap, your hands found their way to his shoulder before noticing the smirk on his face. His hands moved to your hips, moving you against him and earning a small moan to fall from your lips. 

“That’s it,” he said softly before feeling his hands lifting you to signal he was ready. His hand grabbed the base of his cock, holding it upright while you lower yourself onto it. A groan tumbled from his throat as his head lulled back. “Fuck…”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened as your body tried to adjust to his girth, something you had not expected, but god did it feel good. His grip on your hips tightened as he helped move your body against his length, his eyes falling to your chest. Another moan escaped your lips as you increased your pace. Your fingers moved up to tangle in his dark locks before Mikey leaned into you and bit your neck again. You were sure there would be a bruise there the next day. 

“Fuck—” he groaned, his direction forcing your pace to increase. A strangled cry left your lips as the coil in your gut was beginning to tighten. “That’s it… take my cock,” he cooed. “Take all of it…”

Your mind was going fuzzy and you still couldn’t believe you were in this position right now. “M-Mikey,” you managed to cry out as pleasure began washing over your body. 

His hand struck your ass with a loud slap, causing you to squeak in surprise. He groaned again before his smirk widened. “You like that don’t you pretty girl?” he teased. “You clenched when I spanked you…”

“I—”

Chuckling, Mikey struck your ass again before his hand went around your throat. The added pressure only seemed to fuel the orgasm building up at your whole as your eyes rolled back. It was hard now to keep your thoughts and your words straight. Babbles of “yes sir” began tumbling from your mouth as Mikey increased his pace once again. 

“What a pretty baby,” he cooed. “Loves being choked huh? He could never fuck you like this, huh?”

“N-no,” you managed to cry out. 

“That’s it pretty,” he cooed again, his thrusts somehow reaching even deeper at this point. “Let go. Cum for me.”

The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine and was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name before feeling the coil tightening in your gut finally snapping as pleasure washed over your body. Leaning forward, your head rested on his shoulder before you felt him finally spilling inside of you as well. Mikey relaxed against the couch while his hand moved gently up and down your spine as you attempted to catch your breath. 

“Do you want to rest here for a bit?”

“…I should probably leave soon, right?”

Mikey merely hummed. “I’m the lead singer. I do what I want. You can stay as long as you want.”

You felt heat rush to your face again from his words. “I-okay…”

“Get some sleep.”

“Mhm…”

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh

[anisespice]

“ so what? ” || tokyo rev. pt.2

                                 “ boy, I know you miss me, so what? ”

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] 

synopsis: when you showed up to his bike shop out of the blue, homie thought this was his shot at a second chance — a real shot in the dark. 

pairing: college!draken x gn!reader

word count: 1,247

warnings: mature language, angst (for him), mentions of cheating and stabbing, i think that’s it.

notes: part two is complete!! there will probably just be a total of three of these, unless i’m hit with inspiration after the last one...ion know, we’ll see ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ .

Man nearly broke his neck doing a double-take when you walked into his shop, wrench slipping out of his hand with a harsh CLANG as memories came flooding in almost instantaneously.

There were tears. God, there were so many tears.

Even in that moment back then, you looked absolutely breathtaking; he just hated how he had to be the reason behind it all. DRAKEN didn’t want to continue the relationship knowing he was starting to drift, mind no longer occupied with thoughts about you, but someone else. He didn’t cheat on you, thankfully, but he came close one too many times. Before it got to that point, he cut things off without much hesitation. And not a day went by where he didn’t feel the weight of regret.

That was over a year ago.

Looking back, he wished he had handled it better. Then, maybe seeing you now wouldn’t feel like such a kick to the stomach. You looked better than ever, as breathtaking as the day he lost you, even beneath the unflattering lights from above. Eventually, your wandering eye landed on his stiff figure, rooting him right into the ground.

“Ken.”

His name used to sound like warm honey pouring from your sweet lips, each letter blanketed with adoration. Now, it feels sour. Detached, one could say.

“[_]-[____]…” he rasped, immediately clearing his throat afterward. Not knowing what to do with his hands, Draken crossed his arms, almost like a defensive stance. “What, uh…what are you doing here?”

“Look…I know this is sort of awkward but…I need your help.”

“My help?” He immediately thought the worst, especially since you came to him of all people. However, you were quick to squash whatever horrid thoughts began swimming in his head.

“It’s nothing bad! It’s repair related. If I remember correctly, you were pretty much a wiz at this stuff without charging a hefty price. That still true?”

Draken exhaled, relieved. Then, he shrugged. “Sure. I mean, I’m pretty reasonable depending on the damage. But, y’know I repair motorcycles, right?”

You hummed softly before reaching for your phone, tapping away until you found what you were looking for. In a few small strides, you entered this man’s personal bubble…it took everything in him not to flinch away in surprise. How could you be so calm about this? The last time you saw him, you cursed his name and threatened to castrate him with your bare hands if you ever saw him again. Now, you acted as if you were conversing with a total stranger; it was unnerving.

And, dare he say it…kinda disappointing.

He wasn’t expecting theatrics, but at least a little emotion would’ve been better than none whatsoever. After you parted ways, the mechanic tried to give his other relationship a try, only for that to end up going nowhere and leaving him completely devastated. Draken buried himself in his work to try and block out the pain from his impulsive decision, finding some sort of sick comfort in the idea that you’d be feeling the same emptiness.

Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

With you standing so close to him now, the former blonde couldn’t help but notice the airiness in your demeanor. The bags under your eyes were gone, hair a lot shinier, and even your scent gave off rejuvenation. You practically flourished while he was stuck living in the past.

But, Draken knew that’s what he deserved. Hell, he should be grateful you’re considering his business despite everything that’s happened between you two.

“…so, you think you can handle it?”

Uh oh. What did you say? What should he say??

He blinked a couple times, scratching the back of his neck as he registered exactly what you were showing him on your phone. The picture was of a slightly banged up looking Cobra Black 6493B. It caught him off guard that you’d be talking about such an expensive ride, not to mention a damaged one at that. Draken gave a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief; that’s definitely not gonna be cheap. “Well it’s uh, it’s difficult to say from the photo alone. But I can say whoever did this must’ve been a real dumbass.”

Tilting your head to look up at him with an arched brow, he immediately realized his mistake. He visibly glitched. You couldn’t help but snort, “I take it you missed the part where I mentioned it was my fault?”

“…and about pretty much everything else, minus that last part, yeah.”

It’s a rare sight to see the mountain man so flustered, but luckily you were kind enough not to comment on it. Even though he knew you really wanted to, Draken appreciated it nonetheless. If anything, it might’ve just lowered your price.

“Well, you’re not wrong. I was definitely being a dumbass. I mean, I was doing fine until I forgot how to break properly, then immediately panicked and jumped off the bike at the very last second before hitting a tree.”

Draken blinked widely, completely appalled. “Why the hell were you even on it to begin with if you didn’t know what you were doing?!”

He knew he had no right to scold you, but, as much as he’d hate to admit it, Draken still cared. Even after you broke up, his love for you didn’t just shut off. If anything, it merely grew—Seeping its unforgiving talons deep into his chest, refusing to relent no matter how many he slept with. The constant need to protect you came in full swing at the idea of you doing something so reckless, it was like a second nature. However, you merely brushed it off, scrolling through your phone to find a better visual of the overall damage.

“I just figured it would be like riding a regular bike. It’s not like my goal was to crash, y’know.” Draken rolled his eyes. You scrolled through your gallery until you finally found what you were looking for. “Ah! Here it is, bastard actually video taped it. He better be glad I don’t sue his ass for endangerment.”

“Huh?” Draken squinted, dumbfounded.

“Hm? Oh, my boyfriend’s older brother. It’s his bike. Yeah, the fucker bet that I wouldn’t last more than ten seconds on the stupid thing. Obviously I wasn’t gonna let him keep talking shit, and I swear I was gonna be totally safe about it, but then my boyfriend tried to talk me out of it and that sort of made me wanna do it even more because…”

Even though you were explaining the whole backstory, Draken had completely tuned you out. The only thing his mind latched onto was the last thing he wanted to hear.

Boyfriend. You had actually moved on.

The former delinquent had experienced many terrible things in his life, being stabbed and nearly bleeding to death being one of them. But this?

Frankly, he’d prefer the stabbing.

You said it so nonchalantly, too, as if you were talking about the weather. Were you trying to piss him off, or something? Probably not.

You weren’t a spiteful person, even though you had every right to be, you most likely said it because you felt it necessary to be mentioned. Besides, you gained nothing from making him jealous. Except maybe a reaction, but you weren’t even looking at him as you rambled on about what’s-his-face and the bike.

Either way…you maybe should’ve kept that piece of information to yourself.

Because now, the price just doubled.

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