#keisuke baji

[adreamingsinner]

It started slowly, so insignificant that no one even noticed how or rather why he'd skip a few Toman meetings from time to time. His friends were quick to adapt to his absence, knowing how impulsively chaotic he is, they figured he'd probably be up to some kind of mischief– he is Keisuke Baji after all.

However, it became more obvious. Chifuyu found it quite unusual for Baji to go to school early and he was nowhere to be found during lunch break. Not only that but his grades were suddenly getting better.

The founders of Toman noticed his strange shift in behavior as well. Whenever they went out together Mitsuya would catch Baji staring at the flowers displayed outside a particular flower shop a little too long. Draken noticed too how the jewelry shop seemed all too interesting to him.

And one day Kazutora ran into Baji buying chocolates, candies and all the sugary stuff he sweared were too sweet for him. "They're not mine," he said but refused to tell whom he bought them for.

Though he denied it, the others already knew that he was in love. Chifuyu even caught him walking you home while carrying your bag. The sweet snacks he bought in your hand and the flower he'd been eyeing for weeks in your other hand.

Yeah, Baji was in love.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

New art released for tr unlimited!!!!

[ceristelle]

Could you possibly do Mikey, draken, and Baji (+ if you’d like to add any characters, these are just the ones that come to mind) with a deaf reader who’s very sweet and kind, but has issues standing up for themself? I’ve been obsessed with the movie a silent voice lately and for some reason, my brain has decided to combine the two.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you’re used to being overlooked and talked over, but he refuses to let anyone treat you like you don’t matter.

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji & keisuke baji

𝐚/𝐧: i watched that movie once but i was like 8 or smth so i barely understood it at that time...is this a sign to rewatch??

manjiro sano

mikey’s always been gentle with you from the very beginning. he doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile—he treats you like you’re precious.

you’re one of a kind in his eyes, and once you two make it official, he already knows what your situation is like, so his natural protectiveness doubles with you.

he learned basic sign language fast just so he could talk to you without needing anyone else as a middleman. which is shocking because he tends to be lazy or prefers to nap instead, but hey, he’s now a boy in love. of course he’ll start to have little changes.

as mentioned, mikey’s really protective. the second someone gives you a weird look, talks over you, or makes you uncomfortable, his aura changes instantly. that sleepy, childish expression disappears and the “invincible mikey” comes out.

he hates when you don’t stand up for yourself. not because he’s mad at you, but because it hurts him to see someone being mean to the kindest person he knows. he also hates how he can’t always be by your side to defend you since he has his own gang duties, too.

mikey’s thought about teaching you basic self-defense moves...maybe it’ll be time to start doing that soon.

it was a random tuesday afternoon, mikey had brought you along to a toman gathering with the promise of walking you home afterwards—which really was an excuse to spend more time together—when one of the newer members started mocking the way you signed. you just smiled awkwardly and looked down, not wanting to cause trouble.

but mikey, who was half-asleep against your shoulder, slowly opened his eyes.

in seconds he was standing in front of the guy, dark eyes empty.

“you made them uncomfortable,” he said quietly. “apologize.”

the guy tried to laugh it off. bad choice.

mikey’s fist was already flying. after the guy was lying flat on the ground, manjiro met your gaze with softness again. he gently took your hands and signed, “you don’t have to be nice to people who don’t deserve it. i’ll protect you. always.” then kissed your forehead like nothing happened.

ken ryuguji

draken is the most patient and understanding out of the three. he learned sign language properly and even taught some of the other toman members so they could communicate with you better.

he refuses to let you feel out of place at all. so he tries his best for others to include you in the conversations. and with his position in toman, it’s easy for him to do so.

draken’s very aware of how people can be cruel to those who are “different.” needless to say, he becomes fiercely protective of you, though not in a way that feels suffocating.

he gently encourages you to stand up for yourself, but never forces it. instead, he stands right behind you like a silent threat so you feel safe enough to try. and with that height? yeah, it’s intimidating as hell.

he gets internally angry when people ignore you or speak over you. but out of respect, he doesn’t grab them by the collar. otherwise he would—so to keep his calm, you’ll feel his hand on your lower back, grounding you.

at a festival, someone kept talking over you, pretending you weren’t there. so what you did was simply start shrinking into yourself. what could you do anyway? you’re used to this.

but draken had already watched the whole thing. before you got the chance to step away, he stepped forward, towering over them with a cold look and one, “they’re speaking. show some respect.”

later, he pulled you aside, gently tilting your chin up so you could see his face clearly. “you’re too kind for this world sometimes,” he signed. “but you don’t have to take everything. i’ve got your back.”

his tall frame shielding you from the crowd, ken pulled you into a tight, secure embrace.

keisuke baji

baji is chaotic protective. he doesn’t fully understand sign language at first, but he tries so hard it’s almost funny. he drags chifuyu to help him learn.

baji admires how sweet you are, but it also makes him worry. not in an obvious way though. he won’t admit it. he’s constantly telling you (in his loud, feral way) that you need to bite back sometimes. and, well, not that he minds kicking ass for you but he wants you to feel that adrenaline rush too.

he gets loud when someone disrespects you. zero filter. will start throwing hands instantly.

secretly soft; he carries around a small notebook so he can write dumb jokes and notes for you.

however, unlike your restrained reaction, baji lost it.

“hey, look at them tryin’ out sign language. you think it makes them feel cool?”

a group of guys started making fun of the way you signed during a gathering. you could tell by the way two of them kept glancing at you and covering their mouths, while one didn’t hide the way he was pointing toward you.

you just kept quiet and tried to smile it off like always.

“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!” he yelled, clearly pissed, grabbing the main guy by the collar. “say that shit again and i’ll knock your teeth out!”

after draken yanked him off, baji came back to you breathing hard, eyes still wild. he took out the notebook and scribbled messily,

“don’t let them treat you like that. if anyone bothers you, i’ll handle it. but try to get mad sometimes too, okay? i hate seeing you take it.”

but baji barely gave you time to read when he tugged you against him, hand holding the back of your head to calm himself down, thinking, you’re too sweet for your own good.

[stardustshuji]

　　❛❛ 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀.

ꗃ sum. a collection of tokyo's hottest summer tunes! featuring manjiro sano, ken ryuuguji, chifuyu matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, and keisuke baji. get to know them intimately in these new hit tracks!

tags. fem!reader. smut. all characters are written in their adult timeline (20+). pwp. unprotected sex. pet play ("kitten"). collars/leashes. breeding. cumflation. body worship (r). oral (r). size difference. dubcon (somnophilia). thigh fucking. just some smutty lil drabbles i cooked up at 3am.

a/n. sooo i'm dipping my toes back into writing for tumblr but we will see how it goes! i'm anticipating this being three "sides" or parts and i'm actually really excited about the next one because it involves shuji (≧▽≦)

ꗃ : side a / side b / side c

☆ track #1: manjiro sano 　— feat. breeding

manjiro is quiet when he fucks you. 

not silent, but quiet in that concentrated way he always gets when he wants something— when he’s taking something. when his mind has gone dark and low and given in to the intrusive thoughts.

you’re beneath him, folded in half, your legs pushed up and back until your knees press into the mattress. he’s deep— so deep you can feel him in your stomach— and the position leaves you with nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it. just like he wants.

“you're so good,” he breathes, his voice hoarse as he rocks into you. “so fucking good like this. all spread open for me.”

his pace is steady and purposeful. every thrust is controlled, like he’s pushing his cum deeper with each stroke. like he wants to ruin you from the inside out. and maybe he does. maybe that’s the point.

you moan his name, your fingers digging into the sheets, and manjiro groans in return, the sound low and guttural. his forehead presses to yours, sweat beading at his temple, his breath shaky.

“gonna fill you up,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your mouth. “make sure it takes.”

your walls flutter around him at the words— at the promise in them— and that’s all it takes. 

manjiro snarls, hips snapping forward one last time as he cums deep inside you once again, burying himself to the hilt. 

he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even think about it. he just holds you there— pressed full, pinned open, panting against your skin— and grinds. small, slow, filthy rolls of his hips that have you seeing stars. 

you blink to clear your vision, lifting your head to the best of your ability, and glancing down where your bodies connect. above it, your stomach is bloated, filled with his loads that never seem to end. 

"look at that," he murmurs, onyx eyes following your line of sight. "gonna look so pretty all swollen with my baby.”

☆ track #2: ken ryuuguji 　— feat. size difference

you don’t stand a chance against him.

not when ken decides he wants you. not when his hands are twice the size of yours and wrapped tight around your hips, dragging you into him like you weigh nothing at all. you try to brace yourself against his chest, but it’s useless— his body is a wall of corded muscle intent on pinning you down.

“c’mon, baby,” ken says, his voice low and unbothered, like he’s not already manhandling you into whatever position he wants. “you know i got you.”

and he does. he always does.

you’re on your stomach one second and flipped over flat on your back the next, your head spinning with how easily he moves you— how eagerly he manhandles you, like it turns him on just knowing he can.

“you’re so small,” he groans, crowding over you, spreading your legs wider with his thighs and pinning your wrists above your head with one massive hand. “feels like you’re gonna break.”

your breath stutters when he thrusts his hips forward, his thick cock heavy against your pussy, not even inside yet and it’s already too much. the stretch is going to ruin you and he hasn’t even started.

“you like that, huh?” he murmurs, his mouth dragging down your neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses across your pebbled skin. “like being tossed around a little?”

you whimper beneath him, and he laughs breathlessly. “don’t worry, sweetheart,” ken reassures you, “i’ll make it fit.”

he does— slowly, deliberately, inch by inch until your back arches off the bed and your hands twist helplessly in his grip. he’s huge, stretching you open with a kind of patience that only makes it worse, like he wants you to feel every second of it.

“shit— you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he grits out, jaw clenched as he bottoms out. “too much?”

before you can even begin to formulate a response, he smirks, rising back up only to whisper in your ear. “nah, you can take it. you always do.”

☆ track #3: chifuyu matsuno 　— feat. body worship

"you're so pretty, baby.” chifuyu murmurs the sentiment against your lips, whispers it so sweetly your teeth start to ache. 

he always makes you feel like this— adored, loved, cherished. like he’s memorizing every inch of you, cataloguing every breath you take. his hands are warm where they cradle your cheeks, his thumbs brushing along your jaw as if the shape of you alone deserves reverence.

“you don’t even know,” he continues, his voice low, almost awestruck. “how could you? you don’t see what i see.”

he kisses you again, slower this time, his fingers drifting lower, skimming your collarbone, ghosting over your ribs. his lips follow, pressing kisses to the hollow of your throat, the curve of your shoulder, the swell of your chest as it rises and falls with shallow breaths.

“fuyu..” you say his name like it’s the only thing tethering you to the moment. like if you didn’t, you might just float away.

he hums in response, his mouth continuing its descent until it hovers right below your navel. “you’re perfect. every part of you.”

his gaze flicks back up, and for a beat, he just looks at you— green eyes sparkling like you’re the answer to every question he’s never known how to ask. he presses a kiss to the soft skin of your inner thigh, slow and deliberate. then, another. and another.

each one is a vow. a promise bestowed by his mouth, not in words, but in worship. a promise that he’ll never treat you like anything less than a goddess.

his hands are gentle as they roam— fingertips delicately skimming up your sides as though he’s afraid to ask too much of you, to take too much. everything about him in this moment is patient. devoted. he shifts between your legs, his breath hot against your skin, and when he finally kisses your slick folds, you gasp, your body arching instinctively.

“just relax for me,” he murmurs, “let me take care of you.”

his tongue follows the path his kisses paved, slow and purposeful, like he’s learning you all over again. and maybe he is— each sigh you give him, every tremble of your thighs, becomes something sacred to him. 

he groans softly against you when you moan his name again, his hands firm at your hips to keep you steady. you’re dizzy with it— his praise, his mouth, the intensity of it all.

“you have no idea,” he breathes between strokes of his tongue, “how much i love you like this. how good you are. how beautiful.”

and when your fingers tangle in his hair and your voice breaks apart on his name, he closes his eyes, drinks in the sound, and smiles— like he’s the lucky one. like worshiping you is a privilege he’ll never take for granted.

☆ track #4: kazutora hanemiya 　— feat. dubcon / somnophilia

you’re asleep when it starts.

soft breaths, slow and steady, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm beneath the sheets. you don’t stir when the mattress dips or when warm hands slip beneath the blanket, careful not to wake you.

kazutora watches you in the dark, golden eyes lit with something dangerous. you’re so peaceful like this— unguarded, trusting. it breaks something open in his chest that never healed right in the first place.

he brushes your hair back, the pads of his thumbs ghosting over your cheek, your mouth, your throat. he’s already hard, already aching, and the sound you make when you shift in your sleep nearly ruins him right then and there.

“shhhh,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your shoulder. “i won’t even put it inside.”

he’s careful when he pulls out his cock. ever so cautious as he feeds it between your plush thighs, his brow furrowing at the warmth radiating off your sweet pussy above it. you’re soft and warm and pliant around him as he grinds forward, his cock sliding along the slick heat.

he groans quietly, low in his throat, as he ruts against you. your skin is wet where his tip catches, slick with his arousal, but he doesn’t fuck you. not yet. not when you’re asleep. he told himself he wouldn’t.

but your thighs— fuck, they’re enough.

“feels so good, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, teeth grazing your shoulder. “feels like you want this. like you’ve been waiting for me.”

you shift again, muttering something half-coherent in your sleep. your head tilts toward him, and god— it makes him twitch between your legs, his hips stuttering as he fucks the space between your thighs like an animal in heat.

his hand moves to your waist, holding you flush against him as he grinds deeper, quicker, more desperately.

“i’ll be gentle,” he promises, his voice rough, lips dragging over your neck. “i’ll take care of you when you wake up. i’ll make it so fucking good, you’ll beg me to do it again.”

but for now— he fucks your thighs like they’re your cunt, burying his moans in your skin as if confessing them out loud would make him unworthy.

his rhythm falters, his cock twitching as he thrusts forward one last time, and when he cums, it’s with a choked gasp, his jaw falling ajar, cum spilling across your skin— sticky and warm between your thighs.

“mine,” he pants against your skin, “you’re mine forever.”

☆ track #5: keisuke baji 　— feat. pet play

you can feel his stare before you hear him move. it’s heavy. possessive. the kind of look that settles deep under your skin and stays there, molten hot and aching. 

you’re already kneeling when keisuke rises to his feet— waiting, just like he told you to. the collar he clasped around your throat earlier gleams in the low light, leather snug against your skin, the metal ring at the front catching his eye.

“fuck,” he breathes, his voice thick with approval. “look at you, kitten.”

your chin lifts as you look up at him through your lashes, lips parted, eyes soft. and the way he grins— crooked, hungry, proud— makes your heart pound in your chest. 

he stalks toward you slowly, like a predator savoring its kill. one hand reaches for the leash he left coiled on the nightstand, and when he clips it to the ring of your collar, the sound of metal meeting metal makes something inside you clench tight.

“there she is,” he murmurs, fingers brushing the side of your neck before curling around the leash, giving it a tug. “my good fuckin’ girl.”

the praise burns through you, your thighs pressing together as you sit a little straighter. keisuke crouches in front of you, the leash still wrapped around his hand, and tilts your chin up until there’s nowhere left to look but him. his bronze eyes shine with something primal, something possessive.

“yours,” you whisper back, because you know that’s what he wants to hear. what he needs to hear.

“damn right,” he growls, crashing his mouth against yours. the kiss is all teeth and hunger, like he’s trying to brand you with the shape of his mouth. when he pulls away, there’s a small string of spit connecting you, and his tongue darts out to lick at it until it snaps.

“on the bed. hands and knees.” and you obey instantly. because when keisuke tells you to do something, it isn’t about control— it’s about trust. and he wears that trust like a crown.

you feel his eyes dragging over you as you move, the mattress dipping beneath you, and then his hand is at the small of your back. he leans in close— so close you can feel his breath against your ear.

“you wear my collar well,” he purrs. “now lemme show you what good pets get when they behave.”

[queen-of-gotham]

Yes, I’m Miss. Possessive

Synopsis: in which Some Girl is flirting with your man.

Featuring: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Smiley, Angry, and Hakkai

Notes from the Batcave: for ✨this✨ request. 💖

Manjiro Sano

You catch the tail end of some girl telling Mikey she could “keep him warm better than whoever he’s with.” He tilts his head at her, amused, when you walk up and without breaking stride,shove her shoulder hard enough to make her stumble back.

“Oh,” you say in mock surprise, stepping into Mikey’s space, “didn’t see you there. Thought you were trash someone left on the sidewalk.”

Mikey bursts out laughing, arm sliding around your shoulders as you drag him away.

Ken Ryuguji

A girl reaches out and grabs Draken’s arm while he’s trying to leave a shop. You see red.

“Let go,” you say sharply, stepping in. She rolls her eyes and doesn’t… so you deck her. Not enough to knock her out, but enough to send her stumbling into the nearest display rack.

Draken catches your wrist before you can swing again, smirking at the shocked look on her face, “Guess you didn’t know my girl’s got a mean right hook.”

Keisuke Baji

He’s leaning on the counter at a café, and some girl decides to tuck a piece of his hair behind his ear. You walk in, see it, and before Baji can react you’re there, grabbing her wrist and shoving her back.

“Touch him again and I’ll snap your fingers one by one,” you warn, stepping right into her space. She backs up fast.

Baji just grins at you like you’re his personal hero and hands you your drink, “You’re scary hot when you’re like that.”

Kazutora Hanemiya

You spot some girl sitting on his bike seat, leaning toward him with a coy smile. He’s clearly uncomfortable.

By the time you reach them, you’ve got your fist balled. You grab her by the collar of her jacket and yank her off the bike so hard she almost eats pavement.

“Move before I make it worse,” you growl.

Kazutora’s eyes are wide, but not from fear, he’s proud. “You’re insane,” he says, helping you up onto the bike before starting it up, “and you’re mine.”

Takashi Mitsuya

He’s helping a customer at the shop when she leans across the counter and blows him a kiss. You just… walk right up, grab the front of her shirt, and shove her back a few steps.

“He’s not interested. Find someone else to bother.”

She mutters something under her breath as she leaves, and you take one threatening step after her until Mitsuya pulls you back, chuckling, “You really don’t do subtle, do you?”

Chifuyu Matsuno

You’re halfway across the store when you spot some girl standing way too close to him at the register, tracing her finger over his arm while asking if he’s single.

You don’t even slow down, you grab her hand mid-touch, twist it just enough to make her yelp, and shove it away.

“He’s taken. Permanently. You can keep your hands to yourself or I can take them for you.”

Chifuyu’s blushing like crazy but also trying not to laugh, “You’re terrifying, babe. I love it.”

Nahoya Kawata

He’s leaning against a wall outside the club, chatting idly with a girl who’s clearly flirting. She laughs and touches his chest, and before Smiley can react you’re there, grabbing her by the collar and slamming her back into the wall.

“Hands. Off.”

The grin drops right off her face. Smiley’s actual grin? Even bigger now.

“Damn,” he says, slipping his arm around your waist, “you might be scarier than me.”

Souya Kawata

You catch some girl tugging on his jacket sleeve, asking if he wants to “ditch whoever he’s with.” Souya’s already uncomfortable, but she’s not taking the hint.

You walk over, yank her hand off him, and step in close with a glare that could freeze fire, “You’ve got three seconds to walk away before I make you regret breathing in his direction.”

She bolts. Souya mumbles, “You didn’t have to-” but his ears are red and he’s holding your hand tight the whole walk home.

Hakkai Shiba

At the mall, you see a girl physically blocking his path, leaning in so close he’s practically bent backwards trying to escape. You march over, grab her by the shoulder, and spin her around.

“Move before I move you.”

She scoffs, so you take one deliberate step forward, and she suddenly decides she’s got somewhere else to be.

Hakkai’s laughing nervously. “I was handling it…”

“Uh-huh,” you say, tugging him away. “That’s why you looked like a hostage.”

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[makies]

⊹₊ 𐔌 having a MATE w tokyo Revengers !

ft :: ALPHA! MIKEY, HAITANIS, MITSUYA, BAJI

FAMILIAR ALPHA ! SANZU ( !!!! )

⊹₊ ALPHA ! Mikey — Scenting

Mikey was certain. Before leaving, he had left his scent on you. Enveloping your whole body in his arms, stroking every part of your body to himself to provide counter measures. Where had he gone wrong in doing so, that you’re stinking other alpha’s scent — him spotting you outside your door’s home after a night out, followed around by alphas in heat, attempting to convince you to be their mates.

Arms curling against your delicate frame from the back, his half lidded eyes settled ahead of you, head tilting almost imperceptibly. “You all must’ve lost your damned sense of smell, wanting to hump so much.”

You can smell the anger stirring up your mate. You lift your gaze, worry flickering over your sight. Your mate’s orbs landed on yours, softening ever so lightly before feeling a hand shield your eyes. “Stepping over my territory,”

“Staring at my mate hungrily,”

“I hope you’re prepared for the consequences.” he threatened, perking his ears up when you called for him. “Mikey,” Tearing an open spot from his fingers, you took a peek from his hand. “Can we go inside now, please?”

He cast a brief glance over at the other alphas, the corners of his lips lifting into a feline, self-satisfied smile before he led the two of you into the apartment. “Kay.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, your partner closed the distance between you, burying his face against your neck. He took in your scent with slow, measured breaths. His eyes fluttered shut, a faint flush creeping across his cheeks.

“What’s this smell?” he murmured, finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. “Does me being territorial, turns my mate on?”

The scent was maddeningly addictive. He had no plans of letting those wolves walk away unscathed — but more than anything, he couldn’t bear the thought of them inhalling even the faintest trace of his mate’s aroused scent.

⊹₊ ALPHA ! Haitanis — Refusal [x Human ! Reader]

Rindou leading you to his den was a way of him to convey his trust — It was all to display his emotions for you; not for his older brother to further ruin his relationship with you.

The last thing you heard of rindou before he’d gone off to purchase to buy you food was his reassurance of ‘No need to worry, it’s just me in my brother in this territory’. But you weren’t so sure about not worrying about his brother’s predatory senses, the cryptic grin creeping up his lips.

“Rindou has… quite the taste.” The words left ran in a quiet murmur as he caught your distinctly human scent. His lilac eyes settled on you with leisurely curiosity, studying you as though you were a rare specimen he’d only ever heard about. A faint smile played on his lips as he idly twirled a loose strand of lavender hair around his finger.

“Human,” He took another slow inhale, his smile deepening ever so slightly.

“Can you believe it?” he mused, almost to himself. “He turned down a fox mate… for you.” The amusement in his voice wasn’t cruel — merely laced with disbelief.

“Do you have any idea how much of an uproar that caused?” A soft chuckle escaped from his lips, feline teeth peeking out.

“Rindou isn’t someone whose choices concern only himself. Every decision he makes carries weight, and a mate is no exception. There were expectations, families with hopes to fulfill, elders already convinced they knew what was best, alliances quietly waiting to be formed.”

“So when he chose a human instead,” He paused, an amused grin displayed on his lips, leaning in front of you.

“…And yet.” Ran’s eyes lingered on you once more, this time with genuine intrigue rather than idle amusement.

“I can understand why.”

⊹₊ ALPHA ! Mitsuya — Old age [ x Human, HUGE GAP]

Mitsuya has been in a contract with a human baby sitter for quite some time — it was all for the safety of his pup sisters. But as much as he doesn’t want to admit, he had grown attached to you. And he knows it’s bad — you’re too young. He has been alive for decades, after all.

It was well past midnight, he had gone home a bit too late. The station is a bit too far for you to be walking home alone; Besides, Mitsuya would never allow it. He’d love to offer to bring you home, but one of you had to stay behind to watch over the sleeping children.

“You can stay for the night.” Mitsuya mumbled, a soft smile displaying itself on his lips as he open the refrigerator, the dim light it releases glazing his figure lightly.

“You can sleep in my bed,” He added, catching a bottle of water on his palm. “…What?” you asked in disbelief, hoping he’d repeat the statement that just came out of his mouth. You knew he hadn’t meant it that way. It was nothing more than your own imagination getting the better of you.

“Yeah, I don’t mind. But only if you want to. I’m really sorry about coming home late, I’ve worked you overtime again.” With a reply, the latter chugged the water on his hands, amethyst orbs peeking through the corner of his eyes and landing into yours. He observed as the blood rushed through your face, irises avoiding his, staring blankly at the ground.

“I.. I don’t mind sleeping beside you, Sir.”

Mitsuya swore he choked on the water he was drinking. His head turning frantically over your side, mouth falling agape as he cough the water out of his lungs. You must’ve misunderstood what he said — he js wanted you to use his bed to rest comfortably as he can sleep on the couch instead. He can’t sleep with you yet, but he also can’t deny a part of his body wants too — a mate is a mate after all, regardless of the race.

“Ah… I meant I get to sleep on the couch,” The remarks on the silver haired man made you wanted the ground to swallow you — his silent laugh ringing in your head. Maybe he’s gone mad, going after someone short-lived. But again, he can’t deny, he do wants you.

He had hoped to keep it subtle, but the way you reacted makes it extremely difficult to hold back.

“You humans are such fascinating creatures,” He hummed in amusement, closing the refrigerator’s door before heading to your direction. “I heard this is that age…”

“Are you looking for a mate?”

⊹₊ ALPHA FAMILIAR ! Sanzu — Connected emotions [x Master ! Reader]

You and your aloof, quiet, obedient familiar —with his occasional bursts of uncontrollable aggression that’s seemingly out of character; you’re all to be blamed. It’s always YOU who made him feel things he shouldn’t, stirring inappropriate thoughts on his head in the middle of the day. (Or at least, those feelings were supposed to remain hidden. Unfortunately, your emotions were never something he could hide from)

It was common knowledge that masters and familiars shared a connection through their emotions. It was useful for forming a strong bond, helping to avoid conflicts and understand one another better. But perhaps, in your relationship, that understanding was a little too deep.

“I always thought it was unfair,” you mumbled, crossing your arms and squeezing your eyes shut with a furrowed brow.

“Unfair?” A low, deep voice came from behind you. Your eyelids fluttered open, glancing back at the pinkette behind you — who kept his eyes and hand never left their task, continuing to scrub your exposed skin with a wet cloth.

“Yup.” You turned your head back. “This one-sided emotion-feeling thing. Why are you the only one who gets to feel my emotions?” you ranted, seemingly frustrated by your inability to understand him the same way he understood you.

The latter hummed in response, too used to your mumblings. “Id rather not have you feel what I am feeling.”

Your brows knitted together as you turned to face him. His hands fell loosely between his legs, elbows resting against his open thighs, his eyes following your every movement.

“I hate this! And why are you the only one allowed to wash me? Everything is so one-sided!” you complained, your frustration evident in your voice.

The latter simply stared at you in response, watching as you took the towel from his hands. His eyes followed your movements, falling into your hand that reaches for the hem of his shirt. He watches you frustratingly attempts to remove the piece of cloth, whining in response when couldn’t. “Come on, strip already!”

“Are you sure?” He raised a brow, glancing at you who guilelessly nodded. In a swift move, his top was nowhere in sight — eyes landing at face; an unreadable expression displayed on your face, giving a short pause before the heat catches up with your whole face.

“Master?”

“W-What are you doing?!” you exclaimed, a hint of shyness slipping into your voice as you placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to turn him around.

“Turn around! How am I supposed to wash your back?” He stared at your face for a moment before obediently turning around. You hadn’t realized your familiar was this well-built. His back was broad, his muscles clearly defined beneath his skin, every detail more apparent than you’d expected. You found yourself staring for a moment longer than you intended.

He waited patiently, waiting for the towel to touch his back. And instead, much to his surprise, warm hands made contact with his skin — slowly tracing his bare skin on the back from the nape of his neck down along his spine.

Too intoxicated by the sight before you, you failed to notice the hand wrapping around your wrist. Looking above, the pinkette was facing you, his cat-like eyes suddenly sharp and alert, watching you intently.

“Haru?”

When you called out, in an instant, you’re faced down on the tub — your familiar’s body pressed on your exposed back, faced pressed on the back of your neck, sharp teeth sinking themselves on the skin; a mating position for canine species.

“Ah… Fuck. This is why I can’t let you touch me.” He mumbled, teeth still sank in your flesh. “And you’re saying it’s unfair.” He released the skin, raising his body yet keeping you below, grabbing both hands to keep on your back as he presses his hardened lower part on your exposed cunt.

“Saying you want to feel me,” He ran his fingers on the strands of his hair, eyes fixated on your features below — twitching every time he pulls you closer to feel your heat.

“Wanting to wash me,”

“Then getting turned on just by watching me remove my shirt?” He huffed, almost letting out a laugh. “You thought I wouldn’t feel that?” He shifted his waist back slightly, creating a small gap between the two of you. His free hand thumbing to open your cunt — watching your juices drip along side your sweats and the bath water.

“Ah, what am I saying. I bet you don’t even know it turns you on.”

“The exact reason why I can’t let you feel my emotions,” He’s a bit out of character — speaking that much in one conversation. But can’t help it, you need a life lesson.

“You’ll know that I’m always hard when I am with you.”

⊹₊ ALPHA ! BAJI — Jealously

Mate Baji loves you so much that, deep down, he wants to keep you all to himself at home. Yet, he knows he could never truly do that. He’d never admit it, but he wants you to shine brighter than anyone else — to wear whatever you want, show yourself to the world, and let everyone see exactly who you belong to.

Your mate couldn’t really blame you for looking a little too good. He’d brought you along to one of Mikey’s victory after-parties, where the atmosphere was filled with loud music, champagne, and fellow racers.

What he hated, however, was the shameless way those alphas kept looking at you — even while you were safely tucked against your mate’s side. His death glares can’t seem to work on them either, forcing him to stay by your side for the entire night.

And yet, amidst all his irritation, you had the audacity to ask him the most ridiculous question; “Am I pretty tonight?”

An irk mark appeared on his forehead, his brows creasing in irritation as he ran a hand through his hair. “What kind of question is that?” he muttered, clearly annoyed.

He chugged the entire glass of champagne before slamming it down onto the table with a rough thud. With a rough, crude behavior, he sighs.

“Unbelievably so.”

“I’m barely holding back the urge to gauge everyone’s damned eyes.”

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What their kinks are…

feat. Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji, Baji Keisuke, Izana Kurokawa, Takashi Mitsuya

Sometimes they just can’t pretend as if they wouldn’t want to breed you or see you in pretty clothes they chose. Like they just can’t help themselves when you look just so divine it makes them go feral.

Hello friendos, this time we enjoy some Tokyo Revengers men and their kinks I think could fit them the most. I believe like with Izana it depends on the emotional state he is having sometimes. Although he is more rough overall 🤣💀

I hope you enjoy, because it was quiet fun writing it ✨✨💀🌚

Wordcount: 3,1k

Warnings: dominant men, rough, breeding kink, prais kink, Mommy issues/ kink, manhandling, biting, scratching, hair pulling, size kink, soft dom, clothes kink

Manjiro Sano - The switcher

Mikey gives off such a switch vibe energy. At first, he pins you down, having his way with you, wanting to make you beg for it. And the next, oh, such lovely eyes look up when he wants you to take the lead.

And unlike Izana, he wants this. He admits he likes it.

It depends on his mood, what he prefers, and what you give him today. Are you bratty? Well, he won't hesitate to pin you down underneath him, feeding you his long inches, gently choking you.

Even when he still presses a gentle kiss on your neck, cooing in your ear how well you take him.

Urging you to say how good he makes you feel.

"Come on, sweetheart, use your words," he teased, holding your thighs open to bully his dick between your puffy folds, making you tremble and roll back your eyes. He enjoys doing this to you. Seeing what his actions do to your sweet body, he adored you, eyes roaming over your form.

He is also really much into emotional sex, besides the fact he can fuck you into the mattress, being tender to you, and telling you how much he needs and loves you.

Often this is the point when things switch. Being on top of him, sitting up, he holds you, having you oh, so close. Mikey sat up too, just so he could bury his head in your neck, breathing you in.

Needing you, like he needs the fucking air to breath.

This is the moment when the fragile side slips through.

The softer side is that he actually is allowed to be vulnerable. And as soon as you noticed how his strokes went a little softer, you went with it. Tangled in arms and skin, wrapping them around his shoulders as your forehead lay against his.

Wide blue eyes looking in just your own orbs, you felt his breath caressing your lips, so puffy because you still rocked your hips into him.

The moment his feral look went suddenly all so gentle, daring you to take the lead. Just so the big boss finally could enjoy and just be.

"You feel like heaven...uhh." He let out, holding you still close, before you kissed his cheek.

Your palm came up cradling his face when you brushed back a blonde lock of his hair behind his ear.

"Hmm, you like that? I did not even start yet." You chuckled sultrily before you tried to get a firmer position.

Mikey not hesitating to lift you on your ass to help you adjust.

"I want you to say it, baby," you cooed in his ear, tilting your hips just right, shifting your weight so you could get a little better friction, which made you sigh content.

"You don't need to be that demanding," he chuckled shortly before leaning back on his elbows, enjoying the view.

How perfect your body was in his eyes, how your tits just slightly swayed with your motion. The expression on his face says it all: he wants his girl to take the lead. And you did, gently grasping his chin, making you look at him, what he does, and what he adores.

"Am I? Demanding, sweet boy?" you asked him just before you started to bounce now a little faster. Walls squeezing tighter around his girth, and this was the point when his head fell back and a deep whine was heard. He couldn't keep his composure, not when his hands were reaching for your breasts, holding them, and when his eyebrows knit together.

"Fuck...No, Mommy," his voice strained, but he let go, just feeling your warm, tight pussy around him, unraveling him faster than any other thing in this world could.

Ken Ryuguji - Addicted to get you so full of him

I mean, it is obvious, Draken is a tall guy, a strong one. Always have been and always will be. So he just adores when you feel so small in his hands or around his cock.

Squeezing him in the most delicious way makes him grunt.

When he knows, he simply covers your whole frame when hovering over you. Spreading your thighs open just to watch his fat cock disappear in your puffy folds, how you struggle to take him, and yet your wet pussy sucked him in—at least she tried to.

"Look at that little, perfect pussy, so greedy even when I am not halfway in yet," he snickers, before planting a kiss right underneath your ear, just so he can listen to the little mewl.

Feeling the way your small hands grabbed after his biceps, nails digging in.

"Ken...it's too big... I- ahh." You tried to find any kind of words, but all you felt was that big stretch when he finally was completely sheathed inside you. Eyes squeezing shut, and head fell back in the pillows. So he saw the vulnerable column of your throat. Not hesitating to place open-mouthed hot kisses down there, all while fucking so slowly into you. Large hands held you open when you squirmed.

"Pretty girl can take it, yeah?" It was not a question, more spoken as a fact when he thrusts harder, deliberate but always on point to make you crumble beneath him.

I also imagine he has a thing for praise, and he is more likely to give praise. Like telling, you how pretty you look, how beautiful you are when you are wrecked. How good you felt around him, how it was making him feral. And believe me, he is going feral at some point.

"Taking me so well, look how utterly perfect you are like this," whispering it in your ear with that deep booming voice, making you shudder and more...clench around him, so his thrust stuttered for a short moment.

"Harder, baby," were the only words you always managed to choke out. Just so his hair that fell out of his braid tickled your face. Abs tensing when fucking you even deeper and harder. Just how you need it, how he needs it.

"I've got you, pretty girl. So fucking pretty and wet for me, hm?"

Overall, he is dominant but always makes you feel safe, never pushes you to your limit, even when you want him to... He knows when your body needs a break, and you are just too cock drunk to notice it. But he never left you unsatisfied. I always imagine when he knows you are sore...he would love when you sit on his face. No matter what weight you are, for him, he would love to get smothered by your pussy; he likes the weight he tries to put down on him. When he is fucking his tongue inside your cute pussy.

But Draken gets really feral when it is about breeding. Tell him you want it inside, and every ounce of self control is gone. Hand on your chin, tilting it up, looking in your eyes with such a pure need.

"Fuck a baby into me, Ken." Those sweet words, half moaned right in his face when you looked like you would die when he would not cum inside you. "Then tell me how much you want me to have it inside, pretty," he commanded, gently taking a deep breath, knowing he was bracing himself for the next hours to pump so much cum into you. Having you so overstimulated but begging...he was just a man. How should he deny his girlfriend that?  

Baji Keisuke - The manhandling menace

Baji? Fucking naughty, he takes you when he feels like it, aware how wet you got when he started manhandling you.

Seeing you in that dress? Damn, without thinking, he would bend you over his bike. But it's not just that. Even when I think he would be more the dominant one, he still likes when you bite back...or when you let him ruin you.

Baji fucking adores the way it feels when you pull on his hair while he eats you out. Bronze eyes looking up all while his tongue is so busy being buried into your tight, wet heat. Groaning when he just tasted your sweetness, he couldn't help but go feral. When does that man have any self-control?

He does things because he feels like them. Eating you out, his favorite meal of the day, and your hands in his silky raven strands? When he looks so handsome, being all focused and smug about making you come undone without even his cock?

"Come on, baby, pull it harder," he urged you to before laying his tongue flat against your clit, which was making your hips buck up. Your hands pulling it harder, and his face even more into your pussy.

But not just that—he loves to pull your hair too, fist wrapped around your hair, pounding you from behind. Girthy cock buried to the hilt in your snug cunt that fit him perfectly. You were already keening as it literally knocked your breath out of your lungs with every deep thrust. Pulling your hair just so his other hand grabs your throat gently. Watching that cute little expression when he fucked you dumb with teary eyes.

"Don't look at me with those eyes," he growled, yanking your head back, so his lips were warm against your ear.

"What eyes?" you asked him, all so innocent, although you knew what you did.

"These pleading eyes are telling me to fuck you even harder, sweetheart," whispering it in your ear before getting your head pushed into a pillow.

I also can imagine him quite the biter, especially during foreplay, making out? Your lips will be kiss-bitten, pink, and glossy. Barely keeping up with his hunger when his tongue was invading your mouth like a starved man, exploring every place in your mouth, tongues tangled before he started with a nib and gently sucked in your bottom lip just to bite down gently.

Not just that when he fucks you in a full nelson, he does enjoy biting oh so tenderly in your neck and shoulder. Loving the feeling of how your skin tasted and how it made your cute pussy throb when he does it with his canines.

And in case you bite back, that has him going, biting his shoulder when he sinks in deep, trying to keep yourself from coming too hard? He does enjoy it.

Baji is all yours when you start scratching him, when he pushes your thighs apart with large calloused hands, his face in the crook of your neck when he was sliding into you so effortlessly. Just when he picks up pace, your nails raking over his back, it was having his balls draw up tight, making him groan oh so deep. "Fuck, do it again," he commands. Give him a scratch, and he is all yours.  

Izana Kurokawa - The controlling one until he melts

I am sure he is a guy who wants control, wants to be king, and wants to be in total control of you. And don't get me wrong, this guy wrecks you in bed.

Throwing you around to his liking before giving your poor pussy the pounding of your life.

He enjoys watching you struggle beneath him; this is for sure. He pushes your limits, but never too much. Not for real, though.

Hands gripping so tight it was nearly bruising when he has you on your knees. Always these wet squelches of your pussy, the moan he could earn, the whimper on your tongue, the whisper of his name when he fucked you like this.

Head fell back, just to drag every mean inch of him along your inner walls. Making you feel every vein with this hard, punishing pace he had. Smacking your ass, just in time so you would squeeze him. And he knew you would.

"Look at that greedy, slutty girl. All on her knees for her king...fuck." He loved to degrade you, but not too much; you are his queen, not his slut, but he fucks you like one.

He could have had every girl, but you were the only one he wanted.

Izana knows you are patient, you are a safe place, his safe place.

You don't use him, not like everyone else. You let him use you, no matter if it were to fuck or sometimes...just sometimes cuddling you a moment longer than he intended.

Poor boy, so confused why he stayed like this with you, even when deep down he knows why.

You invited him to let him fall, and only when he wanted to, never demanding it.

He also loves praise....praise him when he makes you cum. Praise him when the big stretch feels so good.

And then there is a little other thing. Something he didn't even dare to realize he had until that one time.

It's obvious that he got mommy issues, and when you are so patient with him, maybe just maybe...after he ruined you thoroughly, when you climbed on top of him. Being a little sore but oh, so tender.

Peppering kisses along his neck and chest. Hot breath caressing his ear when he felt how your snug cunt sunk down his pulsing shaft, squeezing him so deliciously. Your fingertips dancing over his muscles.

"You are such a strong boy, aren't you?" you whispered, kissing the spot right behind his ear.

It made the great Izana shudder. Hands glued on your waist, like as if he would be afraid you would disappear.

He growled, holding back so much now. You were good to him, so good. When suddenly...just suddenly: "Yes, Mommy" slipped past his tongue. In a moment he is in shock, frozen in place. Just when he felt your pussy squeezing a little tighter and saw the delicate blush on you.

Not a sign of any discomfort or that you would make fun, he decides to let it be. Indulging in a rare moment where you are allowed to take the lead. The real lead, making his head spin so he could let loose for just this moment.

You kissed his lips shortly before caressing his cheek with your thumb, palming his face. "Then let Mommy take care of you now," you said sultrily before your hips started a sensual rhythm. Looking down on him, he was not really sure what happened now, but his fingers tightened around you. Eyes just narrowing a little when he let you have the pace you wished.

"Relax, baby. You deserve it. You have been so good today, so strong," you mumbled gently, trying to ease him from what just slipped out of his mouth.

Your flat hand pressing him down on his chest, not too harsh; it was a delicate balance before he probably would take the lead because he said, "Mommy?"

But damn, it felt good, especially when you had this gentle and sensual pace of your hips. Tits bouncing just slightly was an erotic sight when he looked up.

When you noticed slowly he let loose, for once...his head fell back, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, eyes squeezing shut. Not whining, but he strained himself to not lose all of his control completely. Your hand danced up his skin, tracing the lines of his neck before gently wrapping your fingers around his throat, not squeezing, just holding, before leaning down.

"You are such a good boy for Mommy, huh?" you whispered, and when you did, his hips jerked up, holding your waist tightly.

"Good at wrecking you in all the right places," he answered, still cocky but letting you have this way because you felt like damn sin. 

Takashi Mitsuya - The worshipper with style  

He is a walking green flag. You are not confident in your body? This changes when this man has you in his hands. Kissing every "imperfection" you thought you had, telling you what a goddess you are. Lavender eyes always half-lidded but so in awe when he parts your legs, to worship your absolutely divine pussy.

It was not just sweet and tasty...no, you were divine. Arms slung around your thigh, face buried where you needed him the most. "Such a good girl, with such a perfect pussy," he mumbled before his tongue lay flat against your cunt. Dragging his tongue over your hot slit, just seconds before his tongue flicking over your clit makes you gasp so cute, trying to find a hold on his hair. Your face turned away from him... he stopped. He wanted to see how good you look when you fall apart. How he made you feel.

"Nah, no turning away, love. Look in my face when I eat you." So you were forced to look at him; otherwise, he would have stopped, and you were far too needy then to stop.

"Taka..." you pouted, looking down, eyes immediately rolling back as soon as you felt his tongue.

He could spend hours there, just to watch your body react.  

In general, he loves to pick out clothes for you, or it's a bonus when he makes them. Fucking you in a dress that perfectly hugged your curves? That was so flattering on you because he knew your body better than you? When every stitch he did is made for this moment? Just so he could raise the hem up and fuck you when he pulled the cute panties he chose for you aside?

Having you in missionary just to see how gorgeous you were, makeup slightly smeared from the blow job you had given him. Hair tousled because he couldn't help, but then pull on it slightly.

His angry tip disappearing inside you, but all he could look at now was you...how your chest spilled nearly out of the cleavage, how he ruined you, and yet how good you looked while taking him.

"Told you, it would fit you perfectly, as you always fit for me so perfectly... God, you are so tight," cursing slightly because when he fucked you, he never came first, always wanting you to fall apart before he spilled right onto your naughty panties. Nothing is more arousing for him than seeing your panties full of his cum, makes you look even better.

"God, I need it deeper...please." Your plea was sweet, so sweet his head fell in your neck and he groaned. Adoring it whenever you wanted something. Serving you in devotion...you want it deeper? He hit the perfect angle. You needed it harder? He held you tighter and did it. Whatever you needed, without hesitation he made it happen.

Rubbing small circles over your clit, just so you would squirt on him, to tell you how pretty you looked while doing this...

"Hmmm, come on, love. Just a little...want this pretty pussy to cum for me. You can do it, right?" he urged you while his thumb was so firm on your nub it made your legs tremble, and you shudder...