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bebe-writes-stuff · 4 months

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Tokyo Revengers x Reader (I might just turn this idea into a reverse harem lolol)

Your legs moved on their own just as you spotted the glint of the switchblade Kazutora aimed at Baji's unsuspecting back. Without a second thought, you jumped between them, feeling the dagger penetrate your stomach. Time seemed to stop. Kazutora took a step back, petrified. "Y-Y/n," his voice quivered, while you sensed the metallic taste slowly dripping from your lips.

A smile overtook your blood-stained lips. "Tora... come back to Toman, please. Your place is with us." Those were your last words before Takemichi tumbled with Kazutora after tackling him with full force.

Baji's voice echoed, "Y/N!" as you sensed his firm grip embracing you.

As if an entire war had come to an end, both Toman and Valhalla stood still. Your chest heaved, and each breath was a struggle. Who knew if your next breath would come back out.

Baji's shout made Mikey glance down from his position atop the car wreck. His heart stopped at the sight of the knife sticking out of your abdomen, the blood staining your shirt, even staining Baji's hands as he tried to wrap your wound. But it was no use. The sight of your precious blood made him want to rage. He wanted to kill Kazutora.

Stepping down, making his way methodically, each step filled with malice and bloodlust, Mikey had fallen into his darkness. No one could bring him back to his rational mind now.

"Mikey..." You heard Baji whisper as he watched Mikey walk past them, his eyes never once leaving Kazutora's position on the floor where Takemichi had run into him. Turning to see where Mikey was heading, you were horrified when you saw him executing a forceful and vigorous kick, sending Kazutora flying back.

"No, Mikey... stop," you whispered to yourself as you struggled to get out of Baji's hold.

"Wait, don't move! You're hurt badly!" Despite his stern voice, Baji was shaking.

"Get off me! I have to stop him!" You finally said before pushing Baji, placing both hands on the handle of the switchblade before pulling it out.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" You've never heard Baji yell like this, ever.

You took off; you felt your muscles tighten, more blood gushing out with every step, ignoring the sharp stinging pain extending to your entire body.

"MIKEY!" You shouted, but there was no response. You were the only brave one to approach Mikey in this state — a state of blind rage. Would Mikey even recognize you? Suddenly,

PUNCH.

Your intention was to snap him out of his dark impulses as your fist met his face full force, knocking him a few steps back.

"I told you to stop..." It was the same tone you used with enemy gangs. Cold and dark.

Everyone collectively had the same thought — you were done for. But no one knew the secret you had hidden away from the rest of the world. You and Mikey shared the same curse since you were kids. Being the closest to Mikey, you both had the same haunting impulses. Turning to face you, his eyes were lost in darkness, while yours were lost in light.

"We're not gonna end like this. We're not gonna kill each other." The same harsh tone. Mikey stared at you, then at Kazutora. You rocked before crashing to the floor; you could no longer hold yourself up straight. You felt cold and distant.

"Y/n!" No longer interested in Kazutora, Mikey rushed to your side, helping you sit up. Your eyes seemed to lose their light.

"Y/n..." Tears threatened to pour out of his eyes; he couldn't handle losing anyone anymore, especially not you, not now, not ever.

Everyone heard the police sirens dangerously closing in; frantically, people started running.

"Go..." You muttered. He looked at you shocked.

"Are you crazy? There's no way I'm leaving you here!" He shouted as you felt him start to carry you before you shoved him.

"GO, DAMMIT! WE DON'T HAVE TIME! I'LL BE FINE."

You glanced at Draken and nodded, a shared agreement between the two of you, you could always depend on him for these moments. Draken didn't waste any time, picking up Mikey and running with the rest of the Tokyo Manji Gang.

"KENNY, STOP! NO! Y/N!" Mikey screamed, reaching out for you.

"The ambulance will take her to the hospital; we have to go!" Draken said, tightening his grip immensely on Mikey as he ran as fast as his legs could possibly take him. From the outside, Draken might have seemed heartless in this moment, leaving you for dead. But no one saw the tears streaming down his face non-stop.

The car wreck fell silent; you were lying on the floor. A few steps away from you was Kazutora, crawling to his unconscious body from Mikey's kick. With whatever strength you had left, you tried waking him up.

"Kazutora, wake up. You have to go; the police are coming. C'mon, wake up."

No use. Mikey knocked his lights out. If the police came, Kazutora would get arrested again. No, you couldn't let that happen. Sometimes you even shocked yourself with your inhuman strength, despite the uncontrollable amount of blood you lost. You got up and managed to pick up Kazutora. You scanned the car wreck; where could you hide him until he woke up and the police were gone? You could only think of one place—the cars themselves. You struggled to open the busted-up car door, but when you did, you gently put him down in the backseat. You pulled out your phone and typed away, a message for Kazutora when he wakes up,

Change Kazutora, we are all here by your side, you're not alone

-Toman

You left your phone beside him,

I doubt I have any use for that now. I'm sorry Mikey, but I think I lied.

You returned to your original spot, falling with a hard thud on the ground. Everything felt like it was slowing down for you, each one of your breaths, your heart beat, the world. Everything slowly faded as your eyes slowly shut, your last sight the cops running towards your freezing body.

The hospital echoed with frantic urgency of medical professionals, with doctors and nurses moving quickly. Doctors were around the stretcher, your body laid on as doctors exchanged hasty words and gestures in an attempt to help you. You stirred, your eyelids fluttering as consciousness reluctantly began to claw its way back. The harsh lighting above blurs your vision. Confusion clouded your gaze, and the sensation of being on a moving surface only added to your disorientation, like you were on a moving ride. You couldn't fathom the severity of your injuries. Unaware of the thin line between life and death that you teetered upon, as doctors did their best in an attempt to save your fragile existence.

As you tried to make sense of the chaos around you, a wave of exhaustion swept over, pulling you back into unconsciousness. Your eyelids grow heavy, and the sounds of the hospital faded into a distant murmur. The struggle for awareness was lost, and once again, you succumbed to the darkness, leaving the frantic efforts of the medical team echoing in the background.

As you regained consciousness, for the second time, the sterile hospital environment had given way to a disconcerting darkness. Instead of the beeping machines and frantic medical staff, you found yourself being carried through a dimly lit alley. Confusion gripped you as you tried to make sense of your surroundings, but the lingering effects of your injuries overwhelmed you, and once again, you slipped into unconsciousness.

When you awoke for the third time, you found yourself on a bed, disoriented and groggy. A man sat in front of you, his features obscured by shadows. Before either of you could utter a word, he pulled out a newspaper article, read in big bold letters,

High-school girl succumbs to fatal injuries in the aftermath of a gang altercation...and later dies in the hospital she was transferred to.

Shocked and bewildered, you struggled to comprehend the situation.

"W-what?" you managed to stammer, your voice weak.

The man sighed, revealing a mix of anguish and resentment in his eyes. "I had to find someone who looked like you, stage her death, and put her in your place. You're essentially nothing but a ghost now," he explained, his words sending a shiver down your spine, shock seized you, a chilling realization sinking in.

-- You guys want this to be a series? let me know --

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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AHHHH CAN YOU PRETTY PLEASE DO IF REQUEST ARE OPEN A ALASTOR X A SMALL READER (SHINOBU READER BASICALLY) WHERE SHE INSECURE ABOUT HER SELF SINCE SHE SMALL

Yessss. Yesss. Yessss! Alastor is like, what, 6-7ft tall?! So, he got a small girlfriend and he loves that small girlfriend! The comfort will be good since Al will be able to finally realise that his jokes are harmful and take responsibility for them! So, let’s doooooo it~!

Alastor- Beauty From Within

“My dear” After so long of just rather comforting hollow silent, the alarming, almost screeching sound of a radio dialing up and halting slightly then the familiar transatlantic accent of your secret boyfriend rings out. As if materialises from thin air, Alastor just suddenly appears on your right, comfortable, fully-dressed with dressshoes on and his microphone-cane at the ready exactly where your faced as you both laid on your Hotel room’s bed

You were cuddled up in the blankets like a little butterfly cocoon, your mind racing and requiring some peace for the day but here is your boyfriend… here to ruin that need

Immediately jolting back in shock and a natural defensive instinct from being jumpscared by your partner without a single bit of warning, a classic Alastor move, you were flung off onto the soft carpet-lathered floor of the Hotel room. Unlike with most where Alastor would just smirk through the fall and find it amusing to see whoever fell harm themselves, Alastor blinks a bit more concerned and slightly leans over to check on you

“What the fuck, Al?!” You growl out, shaken and irriated when you gather back your wits and ability to think upon recovering from the fall as you go from half-flopped on your back and on the half-cushioned floor, to on your knees with an annoyed, dishearten expression on the floor

Alastor simply and smoothly leans over the edge of the bed where you are sat and his grin grows, curious and just a breath away from asking the million dollar question on his mind, drawing your discouraged and self-conscious darken gaze up to him

“Why aren’t you down in the Lobby, darling, Tora?”

You didn’t even want to answer him with the truth but when it comes to Alastor, it feels like it’s almost impossible to genuinely lie to him without him being able to sniff it out effortlessly. Should you even try? Well… you figure Alastor will notice that you’re not telling him your reality and just make it harder for you. That’s how Alastor is, he’s protective and he jumps right to the worst conclusion if you don’t open your mouth

Okay… here goes nothing

“It’s just… I needed some time alone. I don’t want to go out there and have everybody laugh at me”

Hearing this from his beloved little girlfriend makes Alastor’s ears jolt up in surprise, eyes widening and lips parting as he remains in place leant over the bed’s bottom edge but still on top as you lean against his soft cool darkly pale cheek like it’s a pillow, closing your own eyes whilst just letting out all your self esteem problems in just a few words. Alastor can recognise something’s very wrong and he is determined to find the cause

“Laugh at you? Who would laugh at you? You’re incredible, you’re intelligent, you’re ladylike and gentle, your personality is made of sugar and cream, your little butterfly features are gorgeous. What is there to mock? I don’t see a single thing” You couldn’t help but feel offended that Alastor is pretending he doesn’t know or is generally oblivious to what the problem is and how he regularly fuels the burning fire himself. A bigger clawed hand grips the pretty purple, white and aquamarine patterned butterfly ornament hairclip pinning your pitch dark hair into a thick bun, he loves that little butterfly accessory. It makes your adorable little look even more precious

You’re a beautiful fluttery butterfly within Hell, he can’t see why anybody in the Hotel would find you a laughing stock

“Alastor… just… stop” You softly bark, nothing to be rude or uncaring or harsh to your beloved but nothing to be firm, to have him take you seriously, to have him hear you out. Alastor immediately retracts his skilled fingers away from your hairclip, leaving it to stand out against your darker features effectively before he leans back slightly, upon you pulling yourself away from your boyfriend a bit roughly and climbing back up onto the bed to gather the quilts in your palms

Alastor takes a long moment or two to speak, his voice a bit heavy in a small but noticeable tint of rejection and heartbreak. He is now actually worried, worried that you are upset over the desire of wanting to break up with him. Alastor overreacts in this relationship and jumps to conclusions so at this very moment, the Radio Demon is internally begging that the next time you speak, you don’t say ‘it’s over’ in any fashion

“Darling… what’s wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything—“ Alastor didn’t even get the chance to finish and with other people, he’d be greatly annoyed at being cut off so rudely but with you, he cares more about what’s wrong with you than a gesture of respect, such as waiting to speak, so he stays quiet and listens to you, tall deer-like ears sitting up and flicking as a sign that his full attention is on you

“I-It’s… that. You and your friends often… y-you know, ridicule my height. Call me such mean names, call me shortstack, call me a midget, say I can fit into a box, say I am a weak little butterfly. It really hurts hearing that shit from you, of all people, Al”

Alastor didn’t even realise how insecure you are over your height. You’re 4’11, shorter than Vaggie and your beloved seven foot boyfriend loves to mock you about it, right in front of you and to the other Hotel inhabitants. He finds it amusing, he finds it funny, he views it as a joke and as harmless. But he isn’t aware that calling you ‘a caterpillar’ or ‘a baked bean’ just really kills your self-confidence. Yeah, you agreed with Alastor that you’d never show off that you’re dating him but does that mean you have to sit around and listen to him ‘joke’ about your height

“Leitora… I didn’t know you felt that way about my public nicknames for you. Why didn’t you just tell me to stop? I can easily shut Angel and Niffty up from all the remarks” Alastor wonders outloud, clearly now much softer, curious, if not regretful for his mountain of mistakes that lead to your distress. You’ve never seen Alastor feel remorse over anything he had done but here is he, desiring fully that he didn’t beat you up at your most vulnerable spot. He just didn’t know, he thought it was okay since you never brought it up with him. His crimson bloody eyes shine with a glittery gleam of concern and protectiveness

“I couldn’t, Al… everybody would be suspicious if you did something for me without any deal or some bullshit, and not do the same for anybody else when they ask” Alastor can seriously understand that, you’re just doing what you promised him. Not a say word about the relationship… but now, he almost wants to just give up on this covering up the truth nonsense so he can never deliberately, even if regretful, make fun of a factor about you you cannot control

Maybe… he should just suck it up, man up and admit the truth, even if it hurts his reputation. Hurting you hurts his undead soul a lot more

“It also doesn’t help that you’re basically a giant and next to you… I feel like I could be crushed any second and you wouldn’t even notice me. Are you sure you don’t… want a woman whose normal height. A lady you can actually kiss without needing to pick up?” You wouldn’t even mind if Alastor genuinely despised your height and preferred you to be taller. Every single second of you admitting how you feel you’re not good enough for Alastor breaks his undead black emptiness for a heart. He can’t stand that you think so low of yourself, all because of a physical factor you have no control over

He’s exactly 7’3 foot tall, he’s a mighty man with mighty legs and mighty towering length on him. He’s your guardian angel… or guardian demon, since he can oversee you and everything around you easily. You do like that he’s taller but you know it must be painful for him to deal with something two to three feet shorter than him

However, Alastor actually doesn’t want a different woman, he loves you and no matter what you have, he won’t stop loving you. So, Alastor, after taking a another needed moment to absorb the way clear tears hit your pretty delicate face, takes one of your hands and kissing the back of it, his returning voice cutting off the radio effect entirely to make this even more meaningful and sincere as his sharp crimson eyes draw open when he finishes the soft kiss to your hand, held in his in the most gentlemanly way possible, and his natural voice imbued with passionate love

“My dearest. A butterfly may be small but that insect species is a beautiful symbol of grace, elegance and life, you are quite the butterfly since it represents you so well. You may be a shorter woman but the best things come in small packages”

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chochuuya · 6 months

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flu confession.

kazutora hanemiya x fem!reader

notes: classic old school fluff, shy tora (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

wc: 587

his voice is so stuffy over the phone.

“hurrgh,” kazutora groans. you can picture the scene now— him swaddled in layers of blankets, desperately trying to get over the flu. it’d be funny if it didn’t sound like he was two seconds from sneezing every time he spoke.

you call out his name and he goes, “huh?” in return. “oh, i didn’t mean to call somebody. uh, i’ll hang— achoo!”

you chuckled in response.

“poor you. get well soon, kazutora. don’t worry, i made extra notes and got you the handouts for the lessons you missed!”

“no, no, hang on,” he says, sniffling. “don’t go.”

his voice is strained, but he still sounds grateful for the time. “you don’t have better things to do? like... hang out with friends or whatever?”

“it’s 4 in the morning man..”

“yeah, uh, true.” he pauses, “what’re you doing up so late?”

“can’t sleep haha, plus it’s raining. i thought i could listen to some songs down the nostalgic lane.”

“oh, you’re a music girl, hmm?” he grins behind the screen, you can tell he likes the sound of that. “whatcha listening to?”

“not really.” you chuckled softly. “oh, right now.. don’t laugh but it's beautiful girls by sean kingston. kinda random, i know.”

hanemiya raises his eyebrows. “that’s a catchy song. i’ll be honest with you, though, most would’ve said taylor swift or... uh, i dunno, i’m running out of examples.”

he laughs, “so do you usually stay up this late all the time or is it the storm?”

you laughed along. “honestly, both.”

“yeah, i’m with ya there. the rain’s pretty relaxing, but it’s also kind of lonely.”

he pauses. “can i ask you something?”

“sure, what’s up?”

“you’re not gonna think it’s stupid?”

“let’s hear it first.”

“well…” he gulps, “do you think we’d make a good couple?” his voice is shaky but he says it anyway.

that made you sit straight up, staring at the phone in disbelief. the time keeps on running and you still couldn’t believe your own ears.

“..why would you think that, kazutora?”

“well.. i’m not sure, really. i just...”

he trails off, ‘just’ almost turning to ‘got a crush on you’.

“never mind,” he says quickly. “i’m just tired and sick. i shouldn’t say things like that.”

“i, uh.. it’s fine.” you chuckled nervously.

shoot i don’t even know what to say, you thought to yourself.

“yeah, okay.” he sniffles again. “can... uh... can you keep a secret, (y/n)?”

“of course.”

“okay. so, uh…”

there’s silence for a moment. kazutora takes a deep breath, then spills his guts. “i’m really into you.”

the boy blushes but he swore it’s just his fever acting up. “i’ve thought about it for a while, but i didn’t want to ruin anything. but we always get along and you’re really funny. and pretty.”

he clears his throat. “‘m i embarrassing myself?”

“no.. not at all, kazutora. thank you, you’re so sweet. i think you’re kinda cute too.” you let out a nervous laughter.

“wait, really?” his voice is a jumble of different emotions. surprised. happy. relieved. nervous. he doesn’t try to hide them very hard.

“are you just saying that?”

you laughed quietly at his remark. “no, i mean it.”

“oh. okay then.”

tora’s heart is about to jump out of his chest, but when did it ever listen to him before?

“so... do you want to hang out sometime?” he asks, trying to sound nonchalant. “when i’m not dying of the flu, of course.”

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

so so cute (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) please do like/reblog/interact if you enjoy reading this hehe, always appreciated ♡♡

#🐯 luna writes #🐯 luna's fics #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers kazutora #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader

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evorcy · 2 months

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I'm not sure if I finish this piece or not, but here's the person who's responsible for Aellinor's badass prosthetic arm In attempt to cure the deadly disease Tora sacrifised her legs to stop the virus spreading further. Now she's inventing insane mechanisms and offering her help to people in need.

#she's riding her white tiger mount when the chair is not around #evorcy #original character #sketch #surgeonnnss #fantasy #artists on tumblr #original art

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siflshonen · 2 months

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Omg, could you tell us more about your experience at the con? how did they find out about the manga development?

Uh, okay, so some context is necessary here. lemme just copy-paste what I told my friend in the chat real quick.

This weekend I had the pleasure of being a guest handler for the cosplay contest judges at Tora-Con this year (look them up - they're all incredible!) and after the awards ceremonies, me and one of the judges hit up the day-ending Yaoi for 300 panel, which was hosted by the cheerily gay cosplay contest emcee dressed as Alfred Fire Emblem - er, mostly. The panel began with him kicking up his feet, looking to his co-host, ripping off his wig and saying, "It's been a day. Pass me the yaoi!"

Basically, the panelists had organized BL, yaoi, and “yaoi” titles and popular ships into goofy categories (wholesome, doomed, toxic, Baby's First Yaoi, divorced, old man, rivals, toxic and doomed, Komaeda, musical, etc.) with a different pairing (fanon, canon, whatever) per slide. As each popped up, the audience laughed, cheered, booed, whatever-ed in response. “Yaoi” was used loosely and of course there were slides for stuff like Supernatural, Sherlock, the red and yellow M&Ms, Bert and Ernie, Metal Gear Solid, Homestuck, Genshin Impact... Very broad and meant to garner reactions. In many ways it was a retrospective of the Greatest Hits of popular guyxguy ships on Tumblr, so for a lot of attendees it was really more like a walk down memory lane.

So like. They had several “My Hero yaoi” items in there like DabiHawks (which got a big reaction! The people love HotWings!), TodoDeku (got a polite reaction), KiriBaku (a mild reaction and some awwwwwws.) (The guest with whom I was attending with politely claps but shakes their head at TodoDeku, so after I was polite and was like, “I just like Todoroki to be included”, I then was more honestly like, “but dude it’s BakuDeku or nothin’!” and they were like, “Thank you. Thank goodness.” I didn't realize it then, but this moment heralded what was to come.)

Finally, near the end of the panel, BakuDeku comes up (with the anime still of Izuku as Katsuki's cane, of course) and the room FUCKING ROARS.

Our hosts (who evidently don't closely follow the series) go wide-eyed and then, after a pause, wigless Alfred Fire Emblem tries to take back the energy and goes, “Oh, so you make a big reaction for THAT?!” and it turns out I am not the only manga reader in attendance because then like half the room - myself, my escorted guest, and two other folks at our table at the center-front of the room included - scream in perfect synchronicity, “THAT ONE’S REAL!!!!!!!!!"

A person at my table - clearly also an anime-only - says with the playful innocence only an individual with a kind and sugar-sweet romantic heart can possess, “No! They were right with the KiriBaku! :)” and then turns to meet me and my guest's and another girl's eyes, and I watched as theirs widened in fear as we all looked them dead-on and said, “No, you don’t understand. THIS one is real.”

And the room got REAL quiet until the hosts changed slides to, like, I dunno, Gravitation or Yugioh or something and the energy picked back up.

#ask #bakudeku #tora-con #toracon #yaoi #yaoi for 300 panel #super fun panel I highly recommend #I've been told I should play dramatical murder and I might just for the giggles #i didn't know who yaoi jesus was #I don't interact with a lot of actual BL and yaoi I'm sorry #i just like my oft-homoromantic shonen series

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victini-shipps · 4 months

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I recently watched mh again (don't judge me) and started to notice some details that make sense (in my mind).

So I think Toralei's love language is acts of service and Catarina is probably responsible for that (poor kitten). The only way Toralei received affection or attention was when she offered something in return. Now it has become an involuntary action for Tora, everything that is important to her she takes care of because it makes her feel good and useful.

I saved some images to prove my point:

in "Best Fiends" Toralei appears to have volunteered to decorate the school for Ghoul Spirit Day. In that same episode, Toralei says that school means everything to her.

In the episode “Power Heist” we have two different scenes, in one of them Toralei touches up Catarina's makeup for her and in the other she puts the moon claw on Clawdeen. I'm not saying that at this point Toralei does this because she cares about Clawdeen, it could be an involuntary reflex because she feels more relaxed with Deen's presence now.

At the beginning of "The Monster Way" Catarina scratches Clawdeen's photo and Toralei fixes it. There's one thing I find interesting about this scene. Toralei appears to be defying her mother for the first time, fixing something she broke in front of her while taking care of Clawdeen because she deserves to be there.

Later we have the cute scene of Toralei offering to help Clawdeen. In this scene the reason why Tora is acting like this is different, now Clawdeen is important to her, she wants to be useful because that is how she shows affection.

A bonus because I like to think that Selena was setting the table and realized she forgot to get the food, so Toralei quickly offered to get it like the good kitty she has become.

I also intend to analyze Clawdeen to choose which love language she has, but I wanted to see other people's opinions :)

#monster high #mh g3 #toralei stripe #clawdeen x toralei

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kazutora-kurokawa · 3 months

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It Wasn't Me! (A fic about Mikey's dorayaki getting stolen while some of Toman's founders are hanging out)

♡ SFW, use of nicknames, cursing, mentions of arson, false accusations/Mikey blaming everyone for stealing, set in an au where Shinichiro survives Kazutora hitting him and everything is peachy keen between the founders, just a random idea that popped in my head ♡

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Takemichi

Mentions of: Pah-Chin, Baji, and Shinichiro

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Mitsuya sat on the couch in the corner of Toman's hideout, scribbling away in his design journal before noticing something strange. "Draken?" Draken looked up from the book he was reading. "Yea Suya? What is it?" "Isn't it oddly quiet?" "You know what, now that you mention it, it is-" "WHO TOOK IT?" Mikey's voice reverberated throughout the hideout, interrupting Draken mid-sentence.

"I knew it was too good to be true." Mitsuya closed his journal and placed it on the couch before getting up to go with Draken to investigate Mikey's sudden outburst. "What's wrong now Mikey?" "I'll tell you what's wrong! There's a thief in our midst!" "What got stolen?" The boys turned around, surprised by Kazutora's sudden appearance. "What the fuck Tora, you scared the hell outta us! Where did you even come from?

"I was just out riding around on my bike, I needed to clear my head. So...is anybody gonna say what got stolen or is it a guessing game?" Draken and Mitsuya turned back to face Mikey, awaiting his response. "What got stolen is my dorayaki. Some scoundrel came in here and got their dirty hands on it!" "Are you fucking serious right now? I'm sitting back down, this is just ridiculous." "That's what you were yelling about? I promise you it's not that serious." "Yes it is! Takemitchy-kun brought it for me earlier and I was planning on eating it right now, but I obviously can't cause it's gone!" "It's not like you're gonna die without it, just relax."

"What do you mean relax? I can't relax with a thief running around!" "Well who do you think stole it?" "Pah hasn't been here, so you can rule him out." Draken yelled from the couch. "You know what? It was probably Baji, he does illegal stuff all the time." "Mikey you can't just go around accusing people who aren't here to defend themselves." "Exactly, you're basically just slandering him." "He literally lights cars on fire, can you really blame me for suspecting someone with a criminal record?" "I hate to admit it, but he's got a point."

"Oh shut up Draken!" "Okay let's calm it down a bit. Mikey, I think you're placing the blame on Baji because you're too lazy to actually do any detective work." Mikey crossed his arms and stared sheepishly at the ground. Mitsuya was right, no matter how much Mikey wished he wasn't. "Okay fine, I admit that I'm lazy. I guess Baji didn't do it." As the words left his mouth, Mikey looked up in sudden realization. "If it wasn't him, then it must've been one of you!"

"Oh that's just fantastic, are we gonna be playing the blame game all day? Why the hell would we steal your dorayaki? "I don't know, maybe to piss me off." "Well I don't have any reason to wanna piss you off and I was enjoying the peace and quiet, so I definitely wouldn't steal anything from you knowing you'd have an outburst." "I'm with Suya on this one, nobody wants to hear your damn mouth while they're trying to read."

Mikey turned his attention towards Kazutora, loading up his accusation. "Then it must've been you Kazutora!" "I literally just got here like 10 minutes ago dumbass, how could I steal it?" "I don't know, but I need someone to blame!" "Hey guys, what's up?" Takemichi wandered through the door of the hideout, oblivious to the situation plaguing his friends. "And the plot thickens." "Nothing much Takemichi, just Mikey blaming everyone for stealing his dorayaki." "I haven't blamed everyone, just you guys." "You say that as if it makes it any better." "Dorayaki? You mean the one I brought for you?" "Yes and someone snatched it up!"

Takemichi just stood there and laughed awkwardly, giving the boys a chance to notice the bag he held in his hand. "Takemichi, that wouldn't happen to be Mikey's dorayaki in that bag would it?" "Yeah it is, he forgot to grab it before he left." "Wow, so he really just accused everyone for no reason. That's crazy." "Mikey you owe all of us an apology."

Feeling guilty and embarrassed at his own behavior, Mikey shuffled his way over to Takemichi, taking the bag out of his hand. "Thanks Takemitchy." Mikey turned around and faced the guys, who were actively expecting an apology. "Guys..." Mikey took a long pause before continuing. "I'm not sorry." He walked out the door, too stubborn to admit he was wrong.

"I wish I would've hit him with those bolt cutters instead of Shinichiro."

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#tokyo revengers fanfiction #mikey sano #ken ryuguji #kazutora hanemiya #mitsuya takashi #hanagaki takemichi #mikey is a stubborn asshole and you can't convince me otherwise

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guardianofthedawn · 2 months

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*Deity!AU incorrect quotes, sibling edition*

Shang Tsung: If we are discovered by Liu Kang, he will lecture us incessantly.

Tora: But if Shao discovers us, he’ll use our rib cages as glockenspiels.

Shang Tsung: …let us go find Liu Kang.

Shang Tsung: As a responsible deity -

Tora: *snorts*

Shang Tsung: …as a responsible deity…

Tomas: *from the top bunk* Kuai Liang! There’s an ugly monster under my bed that wants to eat me!

Bi-Han: *from the bottom bunk* Fuck you, Tomas.

Bi-Han: I think this summer is getting to me.

Kuai Liang: What makes you say that?

Bi-Han: I seem to have a headache that comes and goes.

*Tomas walks into the room*

Bi-Han: Here it comes again.

Tora: I’ve just discovered you can end any argument by saying “shut up, nerd”.

Shang Tsung: That’s a childish way to end an argument.

Tora: Shut up, nerd.

Liu Kang: Tora, please keep an eye on Shang Tsung. I have a feeling he will say the wrong thing to the wrong person today and get hit.

Tora: Sure thing, I’d love to see Shang Tsung get hit.

Liu Kang: *glowering* Try again.

Tora: *scowling* I will try to stop Shang Tsung from getting hit.

Kuai Liang: I am relieved to see my brothers getting along.

Tora: Uh, Bi-Han and Tomas aren’t currently getting along.

Kuai Liang: They are currently not trying to kill each other.

Tora: …you have a point there, Kuai.

#mortal kombat #incorrect mortal kombat quotes #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat au #shang tsung #liu kang #bi han #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat oc #mortal kombat siblings #mortal kombat deity au #deity au

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rozcdust · 1 year

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I don’t speak to whores

Pairing: Bonten x AroAce!GN!Reader, QPP Kazutora Hanemiya x AroAce!GN!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, whore behaviour, qpp relatinship, NO ROMANCE, just reader bullying Bonten, vomiting, drinking, taking care of a drunk person, reader has emotional capabilities of a carrot

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Knuckles rapping on the doors of Mikey’s office, you don’t wait for a ‘come in’ or ‘open’ or ‘fuck off’ or any other response your boss may offer, walking in without a care in the world.

You will, however, soon enough have many, many worries.

“What’s up, boss?”

“We have dinner on Thursday, 9 p.m.” He said from his desk, not raising his gaze from the game he was playing.

“Cool, I’ll schedule that at that one restaurant you like, party of 7?”

“Party of 8.”

“Oh, that spooky-ooky guy I barely see is going too?”

Mikey finally looked up at you.

“No, Mochi isn’t coming, he’s on his honeymoon, but you will.”

You blinked.

“I’ll what?”

“Bonding time.” He merely responded before going back to playing fucking Tetris, as if he didn’t just utter the most horrifying phase in the history of Heaven, Earth and Hell, ensuring your therapy bills quadruple in an instant.

“Boss, is that smart?”

“Bonding with coworkers in a controlled environment is important.”

“You haven’t felt another person’s touch since 2007.”

“Correct, but bonding.”

You stared at him, appalled.

“Boss, I work with feral cats in heat, how the fuck would that be a good idea?”

“Bonding.”

Mikey never looked as kickdroppable as he did at that moment.

Apparently, and according to Takeomi, company dinners are mandatory and you wouldn’t be able to get out of one even if you tried, and tried you have.

Great.

Mikey spreading misery all around, as he does best.

“Have you noticed how all aro ace people dress like whores?” Tora was sitting on your shared bed, his current job of helping you pick an outfit so, oh so tiring, he gave up and chose to just provide random comments from the side.

Which weren’t worth shit, half of his closet was tacky animal print shirts.

“I think that’s exclusively a you thing, but shut it right now, I am angy.”

Kazutora threw up his hands in surrender.

“I have to go to a stupid dinner with stupid coworkers and handle all their stupid flirting and-“ Huffing, you angrily threw the leather jacket off yourself, plopping on the bed and right into Kazutora’s lap.

Kazutora sympathetically patted your head,

“Do you want cuddles?”

“Yes.” Gathering just enough energy to drag yourself up so you were fully seated on him, you buried your face into his neck, his arms immediately wrapping around you. His hair tickled your face, now let out of the bun he usually wore, but it smelled nice, so you allowed it.

“I just want to poison their coffee,” You muttered, pouting when Kazutora chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple as the only response, “They’re so fucking annoying, I swear. I will stab them.”

“Not recommended, sweetheart.”

“Yes, the fuck it is.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yuh-uh.”

“You’ll be fine, babe.” Forcing you to look at him, he peppered more kisses onto your face, the pout on it growing even more, and he couldn’t help but think you look so cute like that.

He laughed at the expression, earning a smack in retaliation.

“You suck, Tora.”

“Come on,” He grinned, too cocky for your liking, “Ya love me. You asked me out first!”

Sighing dramatically, you allow your head to fall on his chest, closing your eyes as you breathed in his scent.

“Truly, what a terrible curse has befallen me, to live with a dumb bitch like you, you stupid piece of shit.”

Kazutora’s grin widened, and before you could process, he whipped out the camera out of nowhere, snapping a picture to probably develop and bully you about it later.

“Love you too, honey. Love you too.”

“Hello, y/n l/n, I’m here with a party of 8.” You already sounded exhausted, and the dinner hasn’t even started.

The smiling receptionist led you to the room you reserved, on the top floor, a rather luxurious dining suite with a beautiful view of the city, absolutely breathtaking and way too fucking cliche.

To be fair, you did ask the restaurant for the most expensive suite and the most expensive dinner they offered.

You were already adding dents to Bonten’s self-esteem, why not do it to their wallets too?

All of the men were already there, their eyes observing you carefully and hungrily, and if you were any less confident in your clothing choice, you would have felt a little unnerved.

Fortunately for you, and unfortunately for your stupid, horny coworkers, Kazutora stuck you in his ‘Dick slaying outfit’, which meant you were wearing exclusively oversized men’s clothing, courtesy of Kazutora’s lanky form and the muscle mass he seemed to keep no matter the fact the heaviest thing he ever lifted was a cat, with the exception of the sluttiest, smallest crop top the entire city of Tokyo has ever seen.

Also belonging to Kazutora.

Maybe his hypothesis that aroace people dressed like hoes was correct.

Kokonoi tried to comment that the outfit wasn’t quite ‘fine dining’ appropriate, upon which you bit back that their job wasn’t fine dining appropriate, which seemed to quickly shut him up.

Kakucho politely told you that you looked pretty, but he also received a glare, even if he hasn’t quite done anything wrong.

As expected while the night progressed, your coworkers were loud, rude and fully insufferable.

You and Mikey seemed miserable both, desperately trying to pretend you weren’t there when Rindou and Sanzu got into a biting argument about who was taller.

They both got a devastating blow to their self-esteem they realised Kokonoi was, in fact, taller than them both, which got them to start arguing about who’s dick is bigger.

You made a mental note to kill them all if they actually start comparing dicks.

To your relief, they didn’t, instead opting out for a few rounds of a poker drinking game with bullshit rules they made up themselves.

Sanzu was, shockingly, the best, barely having to take a sip all night, and you had to admit you found that at least a little admirable.

You just assumed he fried all his neurons a while ago.

Kokonoi and Kakucho, meanwhile, were failing desperately, and your eyebrows furrowed in worry at the speed the two men were forced to drink.

Fucking idiots, the whole lot of them.

You solemnly vowed to yourself that under no terms would you drive any of them to their house.

You were driving all of them to their house.

God fucking damn it.

Some of them had to be shoved out with a boot and a threat of a stabbing, while some, like Mikey, and shockingly, Ran, left the car quite politely.

You were in mid-pondering when will Ran realise you were in fact, driving his car, and, in fact, left with that same car, when you heard rather unpleasant gagging noises, followed by the sound of car doors opening and vomiting.

Thank God you were at the red light.

And Kakucho was the only one left in that damn back seat-

Fucking lovely.

Kazutora whistled from the balcony as he watched you try and fail to drag Kakucho into the apartment building.

“Damn. That is a nice ride- Does this mean I can quit my job and become the trophy husband you always dreamt of?”

You stopped to look up and glare at him, Kakucho’s arm firmly placed around your shoulder as he still dry heaved, face flushed red and his eyes watering.

“Shut the fuck up and help me take him upstairs!”

Kazutora saluted you as the only response.

You will smother him in his sleep.

Eventually, Tora did come and help you take Kakucho up to your apartment, handling the man more gently than you ever would, perfectly gentle and soft-spoken, borderline cooing, he helped the man take off his coat and shoes, before promptly taking him to the bathroom.

Frowning, you kicked off your shoes as well, following the two and finding Kakucho kneeling on the dark tiled floor in front of the toilet as Tora rubbed his back softly.

Your partner, ever the traitor, left as soon as you stepped in, mentioning how ‘It was your job because it was your coworkers’ and leaving you, the least caring person ever, in charge of this mess of a man.

Sighing, and after forcing one of Kazutora’s tiger-themed headbands with ears on Kakucho to keep his hair at least somewhat clean and out of his face, you sat on the floor next to him, considering your next move.

Maybe you should provide some comfort? You really had little in terms of experience with taking care of drunk people, usually, Tora was the only person you ever had to babysit, and he was usually perfectly content with you just hugging him from the back like a koala and holding his hair.

Hm.

Yeah, you’re not getting that close to Kakucho, no way, he probably had cooties.

Rubbing his back should be okay, though.

“There, there, big guy, get it all out- Yep, good job, like that. Want some water?”

Kakucho merely nodded, his throat dry and scratchy, a stabbing headache and nausea scrambling his brains until he could barely think, but water sounded nice.

Your hand on his back was cold enough to be felt through his shirt, and it felt soothing.

Briefly leaving to return with a bottle of water from the fridge, you uncapped it and offered it to Kakucho, who washed his mouth with the first sip, and downed the immediately, chugging it fast enough that you were genuinely shocked he didn’t choke on any and die on the spot.

He, unfortunately, was not able to keep any of it down, his stomach rejecting to hold any and all liquids, but hey, it was worth a shot.

You opted for wetting a washcloth with cold water and dabbing it on Kakucho’s face, one palm firmly placed on his cheek as you rotated it around knowing Kazutora and Baji liked that when they got sick from drinking, always saying it grounds them.

Maybe talking to Kakucho and reassuring him everything is fine will work too, after all, Chifuyu seemed to like it whenever he joined the other two in their benders and ended up requiring care.

Come to think of it, you only really knew how to take care of people based on Kazutora’s, Baji’s and Chifuyu’s needs.

Huh.

Maybe Kazutora was right in his insistence that you need more friends.

Lightly scratching Kakucho’s scalp, you leaned against the wall, gently telling him to hold on in there and that things will work out just fine, not to worry, this horrible state will pass soon enough, cooing that you’ll let him sleep in your bed, no need to break his back on the shitty couch.

What you did not anticipate, however, was for him to hug your leg firmly enough that you were certain he would break your femur, and start sobbing as he buried his face into your thigh.

Your brain short-circuited just in time for Kakucho to start hiccuping about ‘Missing him so much, he let me sleep on his bed when I was sick too, I miss him so much-‘

Yeah, no.

Not your area anymore, nope.

Nah.

Fuck this.

“KAZUTORA! KAZUTORA HANE-FUCKING-MIYA! HE’S CRYING! KAZUTORA, GET IN HERE! YOU KNOW I CAN’T WITH CRYING HUMANS- WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!”

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a/n: finally reviving this, no idea why i even stop posting it 😭

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #bonten x reader #bonten x you #kazutora x reader #kazutora x you #bonten #kakucho hitto #ran haitani #rindou haitani #kokonoi hajime #manjiro sano #haruchiyo sanzu #kazutora hanemiya

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k9daxryu · 1 year

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— unexpected meeting . —

— he grins in response, moving his hands to hold yours, "I missed you a lot, you know." you can feel how your face starts to heat up from how touchy and affectionate he's being with you. "I missed you too, tora." you truthfully admit before you can think about it. ⊹ ⋅ . or, you're in a rush to meet up with your friends, but a very unexpected meeting almost changes your plans.

— kazutora hanemiya x reader . ⊹ ⋅ . ⋅ warning: none, really. — mostly fluff? ig there's a tad bit of angst, but not really. reader is gender neutral, but it's implied that reader is in toman and is one of the founding members. for plot points, reader has a nickname that only their close friends call them. kind of proof-read. ⊹ ⋅ . ⋅ word count: 1 309

"oi, l/n-san! are you sure you don't want to join us?"

you send your classmates a polite smile, while quickly gathering your things.

"yeah, sorry. I already made plans and my friends are waiting for me. maybe another time?"

one of your classmates sends you a questioning look before she lets out a sigh and brushes you off. "sure, whatever you say, y/n. you owe me that onigiri you promised last time you ditched us."

chuckling at her dramatics, you wave them goodbye before rushing out of the classroom.

"bye-bye! see you tomorrow!"

both of your classmates give each other a look before the girl scoffs with no real bite to her words. "did they just completely ignore what I said?"

meanwhile, you're already on your way toward the main entrance, doing your best to dodge students departing from other classes and heading to their own means. you almost trip or bump into someone only a couple of times today, quickly apologizing and continuing your journey. considering that one time you accidentally collided with that poor first-year girl, almost knocking her on the ground while rushing to some last-minute emergency meeting, you barely get a rush of relief that you won't run into any trouble today.

but before you can completely relax, just as you round the last corner, you can hear someone shout your name behind your back, and for a couple of reasons, it makes you freeze up in your place.

one reason being that it's not just your name you hear someone shout, but instead, it's a nickname that only your closest friends call you. you earned it from one of your childhood friends that once accidentally called you by it, and it stuck in your friend group since then. no one but them should even know it.

and that brings you to the second reason, which is that it wasn't the voice of one of your friends. with how much time you always spend around them, you would've immediately recognized it if it was one of them.

you try to convince yourself that you're just overreacting, and you're just about to turn around and try to figure out what is going on. but just as you start turning your body around, someone basically throws themselves at you, and wraps you in a hug.

you almost shriek in surprise and horror, quickly making a move to try and remove yourself from whoever trapped you. in the process, you catch a quick glance at the person's neck that your face was just shoved in, just as you manage to slightly back up from them, and it once again makes you stop right in your tracks.

a tiger tattoo. no way, you think, as this time it's the person themselves who moves to release you.

your eyes meet with painfully familiar yellow ones as you finally take a proper look at the guy's face. there's a slight pout on kazutora's face, and he looks almost offended at your reaction.

"aw, n/n, are you not happy to see me again?" he almost sulks, frowning at your shocked face. "don't tell me you actually didn't recognize your best friend? you didn't forget about me, right, n/n?"

you stand there like an idiot, gawking at him like you're trying to recognize if you're sleeping or not. he cocks his head to the side as he watches your expression morph from surprise to realization as a ring of his earring seems to snap you from your shock.

"kazutora? is this actually you?" you manage to choke out, a childish pout appearing on his face.

"it's tora." he corrects you quickly before smiling cheerfully. "of course it's me! did you really not recognize me?" he sounds almost amused, keeping his hands on your forearms as if he's afraid that you'll escape.

"tora..." you repeat, your voice softer. "sorry, I did recognize you. you just... surprised me."

he grins in response, moving his hands to hold yours, "I missed you a lot, you know." you can feel how your face starts to heat up from how touchy and affectionate he's being with you.

"I missed you too, tora." you truthfully admit before you can think about it. you did miss him throughout those years that your childhood friend spent in juvie after the tragedy that occurred at the bike shop. you still remember the impact of the shock and grief you experienced from two of your close friends being arrested and losing the closest thing you had to an older brother in just one night. you remember how much it crushed you and how hard it was to come to terms with it all.

you tried as much as possible to not let yourself completely break back then, knowing how much more devastating it was for mikey and emma, so you decided to try to keep it together so you could do whatever was possible to be there for them during their grief.

however, you never truly blamed not keisuke, not kazutora. you were always just a bit closer to them when you were children. you have grown up living next door from baji, and your mothers were good friends, so it was natural for you two to be very close as well. befriending kazutora was also pretty much easy. you were both a bit shy when you first met, but keisuke was having none of it, deciding to play a matchmaker and bring his two shy friends together. which, to his credit, did work.

you were brought back to reality from your string of thoughts when suddenly kazutora's face was far closer to yours, which made you jump back in surprise, which earned you an amused laugh from him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. you spaced out, and I was trying to get your attention." kazutora quickly explained, giving you another bright smile. "say, n/n. where were you rushing so much earlier?"

your eyes widen as you remember that you were, in fact, in a rush. "oh, right! tora, I am very happy to see you, but I really have to go now."

he doesn't seem to be satisfied by your response, however. "but we just met again. didn't you say that you missed me? and you're already leaving me?" he looks at you with very convincing sad puppy eyes, and you almost cave in.

"tora... I'm sorry, I would really love to catch up with you, but I'm seriously in a rush, I'm already late." you can already imagine how much mikey is going to sulk and accuse you of neglecting your friends because of how late you were.

"can I at least walk you where you're so late to?" he tries to suggest, and you would've probably agreed if something in your head haven't told you that it was probably not a good idea. so, instead, you give him an apologetic smile and give his hands a reassuring squeeze.

"If you want, maybe we can meet up somewhere later?" you suggest instead, trying to cheer him up. It's not that you would mind spending time with kazutora now that he was back. "maybe I can ask kei if he-" you don't get a chance to finish your sentence since kazutora quickly cuts you off with a smile.

"alright! then let's meet up later today and go somewhere together! just you and me, alright? you didn't change your number?" you nod, returning his smile with your own.

"yeah, sure. and no, my number is still the same."

"good. I'll see you later then. It's a date, yeah? have fun at whatever you're up to!" he lets go of your hands and gives you a wave before turning around and walking off.

you remain standing there as his words catch up to your brain.

"wait... did he say date?"

#; fic .#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora x reader #tokyo rev x reader

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ilygetou · 2 years

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We need more prevy kazu 😭🙏🙏🙏

EEE HERE IS PERVY! TORA GIVING YOU A MASSAGE ☹️☹️ .

C/W: non con somno, male masterbation, sexual fantasies, cumming on your breasts, non con photo taking, reader doesn’t wake up :(.

N0TE. we love perverted! tora <3.

pervert! kazutora who offer’s to give you a massage because you’ve been working so hard! you deserve a break! & you accepted his offer.

kazutora beings to pour some oil on your soft skin & massages you, his hands making contact with your tits every minute.

“’m sorry, my hands slipped” he would say every time, he would massage your thighs & then gently start caressing your ass. “’tora? what’re you doing?” you would ask, as kazutora continues his movements.

“’m just massaging your inner thighs but my hands keep slipping ’cause of the oil, my bad” you hum in response.

kazutora continues massaging you till you fall fast asleep, “y/n?” kazutora asks, making sure you’re actually asleep. you didn’t reply. which means you were asleep.

this was perfect for kazutora.

kazutora flips you over & unclips your bra, your boobs bouncing slightly from the movement, which had kazutora’s dick twitch in his pants.

“’fuck, just gonna touch ’em, should be fine,” kazutora bought his hands to your breasts & starts caressing them, pinching your nipples which made you move slightly in your sleep.

kazutora slowly moved away, scared that you might move again & wake up.

“fuck, i should focus more on the problem i got down here,” kazutora mummers before freeing his aching cock, his mushroom-tip leaking with pre-cum, thick veins running alongside his dick.

kazutora starts slowly stroking his cock, rubbing his tip with his thumb, kazutora was letting out low grunts & whimpers, stroking his cock faster at how your perfect boobs look.

kazutora just wishes if he had his thick cock buried deep inside your warm cunt, you’ll probably feel so good, your cunt fluttering & tightening around his dick with every thrust.

just the thought got kazutora closer to his climax, his dick twitched before pumping out ropes of sticky warm cum, covering your breasts, completely.

kazutora starts breathing heavily after his hard orgasm, ’tora looked down & saw you still asleep, with his semen all over your boobs & face.

kazutora smirked as he bought his phone & took a couple of pictures of your upper body covered with his cum.

he will for sure be jerking off to those later <3.

#tokyo revengers kazutora #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #kazutora x reader #kazutora smut #anon reply <3

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