#tokrev headcanons

[vainful-vanity]

[TR] Haitani brothers x Sukeban! Reader

Contains: cursing, fighting, blood, crimes, shoplifting, smoking, petty crimes, beating gender norms, pickpocketing, and gang activity

A/N: Sukeban is a Japanese term for a "delinquent girl" or the leader/members of all-female youth gangs that emerged in 1960s Japan, known for rebelling against gender norms through unique fashion (like modified school uniforms, messy hair, thin eyebrows) and solidarity, protesting societal expectations.

Summary: Sukeban were supposed to be a thing of the past girl gangs that had vanished after their peak decades ago. That was why it came as such a shock when the two of them turned the corner and found you standing with a group of sukeban girls, laughing as chains and bats came crashing down on some gang members from roppongi, guys who were beaten black and blue. They weren’t meant to exist anymore, yet here you were proof that the legends hadn’t died after all. You noticed them staring and flashed a sharp grin, tightening your grip on the chain before slamming it against the wall. The metallic clang echoed through the alley, loud and deliberate, sending a clear message that this was your groups territory now ⟡ ݁₊ .๋࣭

╰┈➤ ⸝⸝★ Tokyo Revengers ୭ ˚.

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Sukebans were all-female teenage gangs that appeared in Japan during the 1960s and 70s. The name, created by police, roughly means “delinquent girl.” These girls pushed back against strict gender roles and expectations placed on young women in a male-dominated society

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ They became known for modifying their school uniforms, sticking together as tight-knit groups, and refusing to behave the way society expected them to. While sukeban were involved in fights and petty crime, their rebellion was also about proving that being tough, independent, and female weren’t opposites, and you made that known by gang members of Roppongi

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Roppongi wasn’t supposed to change or have a new gang that challenged to gain territory in the span of a couple of days because Roppongi belonged to the Haitani brothers. It had belonged to them for years, even after prison, even after the city tried to pretend they were gone and it would keep belonging to them for as long as they walked its streets without fear

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ So when rumors started crawling through clubs and alleyways about an old gang resurfacing something people swore had died decades ago Ran had laughed it off. “A new gang?” he’d said, voice lazy, amused, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth. “In our district?” Rindou hadn’t laughed. He slowed his steps instead, fingers lifting to adjust his glasses, violet eyes sharpening with focus. “They say the guys from Roppongi South didn’t even get a chance to fight back.”

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ That night, they took a shortcut through the backstreets narrow alleys soaked in neon light and old grime fresh off shaking down a few idiots who thought they could try challenge the two. The city was quieter here, the kind of quiet that swallowed screams before they reached the street.

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ That was when they saw the bodies. Men lay scattered across the alley like discarded trash groaning, coughing blood, clutching broken ribs and shattered pride. A baseball bat lay snapped clean in half. Chains dragged dark red streaks across cracked concrete. One guy tried to crawl away when he noticed them, fingers scraping uselessly against the ground before his strength gave out and he collapsed with a choked whimper

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran stopped walking “Well,” he hummed, lips curling into a smile. “Someone had fun.”His foot nudging the body as the sound of girls laughing was heard. Loud and rough. The Haitani brothers turned the corner, and saw a figure of a girl who stood at the center of it all

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Your long skirt brushed against heavy boots, sleeves rolled high enough to expose bruised knuckles and fresh blood smeared across your skin. A face mask hid your mouth, but not your eyes dark, calculating, locking onto them the instant you realized they weren’t just more gang trash. Around you, girls moved like a storm

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Chains swung with practiced ease. Bats cracked down without hesitation. Boots slammed into already broken bodies until the alley echoed with pain and impact. One of the men screamed causing you to laugh as you lifted the chain in your hand and slammed it against the wall. The metallic clang rang through the alley, loud and deliberate, cutting through everything else. The girls slowed stopping their harsh assault of violence. Every ounce of attention shifted to you

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ “This is our turf,” you snapped, voice rough, commanding kicking the male body by your feet to the wall “So you better not come back or else we're gonna be snappin necks” Ran tilted his head, eyes sparkling with unmistakable interest, like he’d stumbled onto something rare while Rindou’s gaze swept over the scene the modified uniforms, the weapons hidden beneath fabric, the absolute lack of hesitation in every movement as his jaw tightened "Sukeban" Rindou muttered letting out a sigh

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran, on the other hand, looked delighted “Well,” he said lightly, hands sliding into his pockets as he took a step forward, unbothered by the blood on the ground or the weapons in reach. “Didn’t think tonight would get interesting.” Your eyes tracked him instantly

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ You side eyed them gripping onto the chain, the girls behind you shifted as one, chains tightening, grips adjusting. They didn’t move unless you did. Rindou noticed that. Hierarchy, and that you were on top of it all. Ran stopped just short of crossing an invisible line. His smile didn’t fade, but something sharper flickered beneath it curiosity possibly or more

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ “You’re making a lot of noise for someone new,” he said. You met his gaze without blinking “Ain’t our fault,” you replied. “We don’t need to be quiet for some stupid shit even at night” The alley went still for a moment, it felt like the city itself was holding its breath, waiting to see who would step forward first

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Then you turned away just like that. You slung the chain over your shoulder and walked past the wreckage, your girls falling in behind you without a word. Boots crunched over broken glass. Laughter rose again, quieter now, satisfied. You didn’t look back

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran watched until you and the girls following behind disappeared into the neon glow, his grin slow and dangerous “…Yeah,” he murmured. “She’s trouble.” Rindou exhaled through his nose, eyes lingering on the bloodstained concrete and the bodies left behind. “This isn’t over,” he said flatly. “They didn’t come back for nothing.” Ran chuckled, turning to follow him out of the alley to go a different way instead of the shortcut they usually went through “Good.”

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ After that night, the Haitani brothers started seeing you everywhere. Not close enough to corner but never far enough to miss

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Sometimes you were perched on a rusted railing behind a club, cigarette balanced between your fingers like the world hadn’t moved past the seventies. Girls clustered around you laughing, swearing, patching each other up with practiced hands. You watched over them with sharp eyes and an easy authority, exhaling smoke like it belonged to you

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Other times, you were quieter. Adjusting a torn sleeve. Retightening a tie. Cleaning blood from someone else’s knuckles with a gentleness that didn’t match the reputation spreading through Roppongi like wildfire and every single time you noticed them first

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Your gaze would lift, lock onto Ran’s, and you’d smirk beneath your mask. Sometimes you waved, slow and mocking. Sometimes you just tilted your head, like you were daring him to try something, but Ran adored it “She’s cute,” he said once, watching you snap your lighter shut with practiced ease. “Got bite.” Rindou scoffed, arms crossed. “She’s a pain in the ass.” Ran glanced at him, amused. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “She’s stirring shit in Roppongi.” Ran shrugged. “So do we.”

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ By then, running into them had stopped feeling like a coincidence. You were halfway down an aisle when you felt it again that prickle between your shoulders, the sense of being watched by someone who knew exactly what you were doing. The store smelled like cheap perfume and detergent, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You didn’t look up. You didn’t need to

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You slid the pack of cigarettes into your sleeve with practiced ease “Careful,” Ran’s voice drifted from beside you, amused and lazy. “Camera’s angled wrong over there.” your hand stilled for half a second then you glanced sideways

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ He was pretending to browse, one hand tucked into his pocket, eyes half-lidded like this was the most normal thing in the world. When you didn’t say anything, he reached out and casually picked up a candy bar, blocking the camera’s view as he leaned in just enough “There,” he murmured. “You’re good.” you snorted under your breath. “Didn’t ask for help.” “Didn’t say you did.” He smiled, sharp and pleased with himself

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ “But it’d be a shame if you got caught.” your eyes glanced towards the register, the clerk barely looked up too bored and underpaid to care. You couldn't help but click your tongue placing the pack back and walking off. Ran paid for his candy, then without breaking stride dropped the cigarettes you put back into your hands as you walked past him leaving the convenience store with packet of pocky you bought

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ “On me,” Ran said lightly, stepping outside with you. You paused just past the door, smoke already between your fingers. You exhaled slowly, then looked at him. “You always stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Ran laughed, hands in his pockets. “Only when I’m interested.” you rolled your eyes but you didn’t hand the cigarettes back and took out the cigarette flipped upside down holding it up to Ran’s lip “Make a wish” the males violet eyes shining “oh?” Ran smirked and did a fake blow in the cigarette as you flipped it over, and placed it inbetween your lips side eyeing him "What? I was doing a favour in return" "Nothing" Ran shrugged as you scoffed walking off leaving Ran by himself

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ Rindou was different. You found him weeks later in the same convenience store, tucked into the far corner aisle like he belonged there, glasses pushed up his nose as he stared at rows of boxed hair dye with visible irritation. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing everything in dull white as the refrigerators hummed behind you

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You stopped short when you spotted him there, brow lifting slightly. “…You serious?” you asked, tone flat. He glanced at you, unimpressed, then back to the shelf. “What?” You gestured vaguely at the wall of color. “You. Standing here about to read ingredients.” Rindou scoffed quietly. “Says the one who’s been staring at the same box for five minutes.” You clicked your tongue and turned back to the shelf. “They’re all trash. Half of these fry your hair.” “That one’s worse,” he said immediately, nudging a box aside with two fingers. “Too much ammonia.” You blinked, genuinely caught off guard. “You dye your hair once and suddenly you’re an expert?” “I bleach it,” he corrected without looking at you. “There’s a difference.”

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ You picked up another box and held it out between you. “This one?” “Cheap brand. Fades fast.” You shot him a glare, and he met it without flinching, expression flat and unreadable. “…You’re annoying,” you muttered. “And you’re stubborn,” he replied evenly. He stepped closer, reaching past you to grab a darker shade, close enough that you could smell soap and smoke on him, and shoved the box into your hands. “That’ll hold better. Less damage.” You hesitated, fingers curling around the cardboard before glancing up at him. “How long you’ve been doing your hair?” He shrugged slightly. “Since I was younger. Ran started the idea.” A small snort slipped out of you as you looked back down at the box, then you tossed it into your basket anyway. “Figures... your hair’s deepfried as shit" Rindou side-eyed you, eye twitching as you picked out a conditioning bottle, placing it in his hands

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ At the counter, Rindou added a box of blue dye to the pile without comment, barely sparing it a glance as the clerk scanned the items with bored efficiency

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️♬⋆.˚⊹ Outside, the night air felt cooler against your skin as Rindou tucked the bag under his arm and glanced at you sideways. “Don’t mess it up,” he said. You snickered behind your mask. “Worried about me?” He scoffed, looking away. “No. Worried you’ll blame me for that shit” You snickered for a moment neither of you said anything as you took the bag from the worker and stepped back into the street, the silence between you settling into something unfamiliar but oddly comfortable

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ The Haitani brothers soon started showing up more often after that. Not exactly starting a fight they were just… there. Ran would light your cigarette without asking, flicking his lighter that he brought around now and shut it with a grin when you took the first drag and on purpose blew smoke at his face to get a reaction that would usually fail

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Rindou would be closer than he let on, eyes always scanning the street, correcting your stance without touching when a fight loomed. “Your guard’s open,” he muttered once. You adjusted without comment, knocking a guy flat seconds later. Rindou huffed. “Tch. See?”

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Ran likes to find himself enjoying watching you fight like you’ve got nothing to lose, bottles smashed, elbows driven in, skirts stained dark with blood that isn’t yours. He watches you with that amused, lazy smile, like the violence you cause is entertainment

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ When you continue to shoplift, he doesn’t ask what you’re taking or why. He just distracts whoever needs distracting, lets you slip whatever you want into your sleeves or waistband, and laughs when you walk out clean. He never tells you to calm down, never tells you to watch your mouth or your temper. That’s why you don’t snap at him like you do everyone else. He treats you like a loaded weapon dangerous, useful, and worth respecting

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ Rindou is different. He doesn’t watch you like a show; he watches you like a fighter. He notices how you move, how you don’t hesitate to go for joints, throats, weak points and somehow he always nit picks it

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ If someone laughs and calls you the Haitani's girl or assumes you’re tagging along, Rindou shuts it down immediately, blunt and sharp. He makes it clear you’re not lesser or even a item. You’re your own threat but sometimes he steps back as you beat the shit out of someone close to breaking joints, asking them to speak louder than when they are bitching

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ They still knew exactly what you were. A sukeban a gorl who broke rules and gender norms with the same casual ease she broke noses, you laughed too loud, and fought dirty just like the other girls from your group

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ One night, after a scuffle that left blood on Ran’s knuckles and a new tear in your uniform, the three of you sat on a rooftop overlooking neon-lit streets. You leaned back on your hands, chain coiled at your side, mask tugged loose just enough to breathe. “You know,” Ran said, staring at the skyline, “people keep asking us when we're gonna make you an enemy.” You snorted. “You could try.” Rindou scoffed. “We're not that stupid.” Ran grinned. “Nah. Enemies are predictable.” He glanced at you, eyes bright. “Friends are way more interesting.”

━━━ ．°˖✧🏍️⋆.˚⊹ You didn’t answer right away. Just laughed, sharp and fearless, pulling your mask back into place as you stood. “Don’t get distracted,” you said. “I’m still a problem.” Rindou stood too, cracking his neck “Good,” he replied. “So are we.” A grin appeared on your face as you spoke “Lets get icecream” “OH MY GOD YES” Ran grinned ignoring how Rindou face palmed

[mimilovesfanfics]

wet rainy night

warnings. MDNI. nsfw. smut. vaginal sex. BDSM. unprotected sex. overstimulation. cervix sex

The night Rindo Haitani decided to break his own rule about bringing strangers home, the rain had been falling hard enough to drown the city. You were soaked through by the time he pulled you into his penthouse, water dripping from your hair onto the marble floor. He didn’t ask questions. He just locked the door and looked at you like he already knew exactly how the night would end.

“Strip,” he said, voice low, almost bored. But the way his eyes tracked every movement of your hands told a different story.

You peeled off your wet clothes slowly, letting each piece fall. Rindo stayed where he was, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching. When you were bare, he pushed off the wall and circled you once, close enough that you could feel the heat of him through his clothes.

“On the bed.”

You climbed onto the massive mattress. He followed, shedding his jacket and shirt but leaving his pants on for now. The first thing he did was grab your wrists and pin them above your head with one hand. The other slid down your body, rough palm dragging over your breasts, your stomach, until his fingers found your pussy. He didn’t tease. Two fingers pushed inside you immediately, curling hard, testing how wet you already were.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You got this wet just from me watching you?”

You tried to answer but he curled his fingers again and your words dissolved into a moan. He worked you open fast, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles until your hips were jerking up to meet his hand. When your thighs started to shake he pulled his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth.

“Taste yourself.”

You sucked them clean while he watched, eyes dark. Then he was between your legs, pushing your knees apart and settling his weight over you. He freed his cock, thick and already leaking, and dragged the head through your folds once before pushing in. He didn’t go slow. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt and you gasped at the stretch.

Rindo fucked like he fought—controlled, brutal, precise. He set a punishing rhythm from the start, hips snapping against yours, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. Every time you tried to reach for him he grabbed your wrists again and pinned them down. He liked you helpless under him. Liked the way your tits bounced with every thrust. Liked the broken sounds you made when he angled his cock to hit that spot inside you over and over.

He leaned down and bit your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re gonna come on my cock,” he growled against your skin. “And then I’m gonna flip you over and do it again.”

You came the first time with his hand around your throat and his cock buried deep, clenching around him so hard he cursed. He didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, pace never faltering, until you were oversensitive and shaking. Only then did he pull out, flip you onto your stomach, and drag your hips up.

This time he took his time. He ran his hands over your ass, spreading you open, thumbs brushing your pussy before he lined up and sank back in. The new angle made you cry out. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, forcing you to arch as he fucked you deeper, slower, each thrust deliberate.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

You reached between your legs and rubbed your clit while he pounded into you from behind. The second orgasm hit harder than the first, your whole body locking up around him. Rindo groaned, hips stuttering, and came with his teeth sunk into your shoulder, filling you until it leaked out around his cock.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside you, breathing hard against your back, one hand stroking your side almost gently. When he finally slipped free he watched his cum drip out of you for a moment before flipping you onto your back again.

“We’re not done,” he said, already half-hard again. “I want to see your face when you come this time.”

He pushed back inside you, slower now, almost lazy, rolling his hips in deep, grinding circles that made your eyes roll back. His hand found your throat again, not squeezing, just resting there, a reminder. He kissed you for the first time then—messy, biting, all tongue and teeth. You tasted blood and didn’t care.

Rindo made you come twice more before he let himself finish again, this time with your legs wrapped around his waist and his forehead pressed to yours. When he finally pulled out he didn’t move away. He just lay beside you, one arm thrown over your stomach, breathing steady.

Outside the rain kept falling. Inside, the only sound was your breathing slowly syncing with his. Rindo didn’t say anything sweet. He didn’t need to. The way his thumb kept stroking your hip, slow and absent, said enough.

You fell asleep like that—marked, sore, and exactly where you wanted to be.

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[chalkscene]

tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

[evergone]

Sleepless

Rindou Haitani x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content (allusions to sex), swearing

Description: The reader can't sleep because the Tenjiku members are being far too loud.

You had tried so hard all night not to disturb your boyfriend and his friends as they celebrated their recent successes in your lounge room, but as your eyes fluttered open for the fifth time that night, you knew you had to go and ask them to be just a tad quieter. Of course, you felt terrible because Rindou was being so considerate already. You couldn’t even hear the crappy rap music they were playing, just the echo of the bass through the walls, and both of the times that you were woken up by their chatter you heard Rindou frantically scrambling to hush them.

With a yawn and a small stretch, you pulled your throw blanket over your shoulders and shuffled across the carpet until you found your ugg boots in the complete and utter darkness. After a pained “fuck” slipped past your lips as you hit your knee on the edge of your bedframe, you slowly opened the door and stepped out into the lounge room.

It wouldn’t have taken more than a second before the boys noticed your meek, sleep-deprived frame cringing at the power of the lights while your eyes took their time to adjust. Most of them were strung out across the three grey couches in front of the television which was tuned into an MMA fight on mute, while the younger members (that Kisaki kid, his friend Hanma, Kokonoi, and Sanzu) were awkwardly sitting around the dining table behind them. Madarame offered you a short wave to which you responded with a tired frown, then you finally caught sight of Rindou sitting in the corner of the middle couch with his hand outstretched towards you.

“Rinnie…” You whined as you made your way into his lap with his arm lazily draped over your waist. Ran, your brother-in-law for all intents and purposes, snickered at the nickname, and the tone of your voice which was laden with exhaustion.

“Sorry, did we wake you up?” Rindou asked quietly, and then turned to the rest of the group, “I told these fuckwits to keep it down.”

Rindou wasn’t ignorant of the fact that you were wearing nothing but his shirt as pyjamas, and he knew well from the night’s earlier — and more private — events that your underwear were the barely-there kind. So, he was cautious to make sure that one of his hands was sitting firmly under your bum at all times, holding the shirt against your skin.

“If you guys stayed quiet I would’ve made you pancakes for breakfast as thanks,” you teased. Mocchi’s shoulders tensed in clear disappointment at your words. While all of them were fond of your cooking, Mocchi was always the biggest eater.

You pressed your lips against Rindou’s neck while they continued their discussion. His voice vibrated into each kiss you bestowed upon his neck and collarbone with a kind of intimacy that made you feel as though you were melting into one another. After a while of this, you began to doze off, your mind stuck in the in-between state of being oddly aware of everything around you, but not quite awake.

Rindou took one glance at the state of you, nearly asleep despite the volume of the room, and hooked his arms under your thighs to carry you back to the bed you shared. He folded the throw neatly at the end of the mattress, then placed you down on your preferred side, and admired the irritated look on your face which was made possible to see by the slightly open door.

As he made a movement to leave and rejoin his friends in the lounge room, you groaned, grabbed the cuff of his shirt, and pulled him back towards you. He was much stronger than you, strong enough not to be even slightly moved by your pull, but he was never the kind of boyfriend to fight your affection. He knelt down on the floor beside you with his hand rubbing circles on your cheek, already feeling terrible about how you couldn’t get to sleep because of him and his friends.

“What’s wrong, N/n?” He said lovingly.

“Come to bed. It’s cold. I want you in here with me.” You saw how Rindou’s eyes flicked back to the light emanating from the doorway, so you pouted in the sexiest way you could given how tired you were. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sleeve of the shirt you were wearing had — at some point, unbeknownst to you — fallen from your shoulder to reveal the lacy strap of a new bra Rindou had bought you. It reminded him of your underwear. Of how nice it felt to take them off earlier…

“You’re too tired for any of that, babe. Just go to bed, and I’ll come join you in no time, promise,” he said as he shook the images from his mind, knowing you were one blink away from falling asleep again.

“You hate me,” you huffed, and turned away from your boyfriend before adding, “You’re just gonna end up passing out on the couch like you do every time they come here. I’m gonna wake up all alone. You’re such a bad boyfriend.”

Rindou smiled softly, “Are you trying to guilt-trip me right now?” You turned back to make eye contact with him and nodded. “Fine.”

For a moment, he disappeared into the lounge room. You could hear Ran making fun of him for being “absolutely whipped”, and Izana telling him to “man up”, but you were already beginning to feel your eyelids getting heavier, so you didn’t care much to go out and defend him. When he returned, he took off his shirt and pulled on a pair of trackpants, and then crawled into bed beside you.

Content to have gotten all you wanted from Rindou, you traced the tattoos on his torso until you were so exhausted you could no longer hold your hand up.

“I will make it worth your while,” you yawned as you rested your head on his chest and let him run his hands over your hair, “Just… In the morning when I’m rejuvenated.”

You closed your eyes and Rindou felt your heartrate slow down along with the frequency of your breaths. You were snoring ever-so-gently, and he stifled a laugh at the irony of the fact that he wouldn’t be able to get even a second of sleep because of it.

[rafayelhaven]

their secret fantasies (TWs) pt 1

characters: mikey, draken, mitsuya, baji, kazutora, chifuyu, angry, smiley, hakkai, sanzu, x domme! reader

cw / tw: somnophilia, free use, distension, size kings, edging, fucking machines, sex toys, lingerie, clothed sex, overstim, pet play, sensory deprivation, humiliation, exhibitionism, aphrodisiac, asphyxiation, chastity devices, rope bunny, dry humping, thigh job, cumflation, cum play, degradation, sacreligion/religion play(?), rope bunnies, tying them up, rimming, drugging, gun play, possesion, dacryphilia, humiliation

a/n: this is all just fiction don’t come for me, consent would be talked about previously (not seen or mentioned here), very ooc, please please read the tw’s, also these are all so inconsistent oops

no beta we die like nahoyas prostate😤😤

minors/ageless blogs dni or you will get blocked!!

pt. 2

mikey

as said in this post

mikey loves sleepy sex when he just got up from a nap

he just feels soft and the calm atmosphere feels great

what he doesn’t admit is that he wants you to use his body for your pleasure while he’s still sleeping

matter of fact he wants you to use him always

whenever you want it, he wants to give himself to you

all of him

wether in the middle of the night while he’s snoring and you suppress your giggles as you slide down on him

clenching down on him, grinding back and forth

whatever you want

when he wakes up, you only need to guide his still numb hands to your waist and he’ll die a happy man

or when you just fought with someone and need to let off some steam

he’s right there at your beck and call

kneeling down and taking whatever you give him

if you want to bruise his prostate so hard he can’t walk the next day? go ahead

if you want to tape whatever toy you find on his nipples or dick? he’s all yours

if you buy him a little collar and call him your little toy? he might just blush in a cute pink tone

what a sweetie

draken

now now

draken usually takes what you give him, without much complaining

he’s romantic like that ig~

and you’re usually very nice to him

can’t really punish someone who’s obedient and doesn’t talk back

but

what you don’t know is that he secretly wants you to go harder on him

make him take bigger and bigger sizes

until his tummy feels full and tears prick in his eyes

he’s holding onto his thighs when you fold him in half

watching the strap disappear into him over and over again

it would be a very erotic sight to him

if you were to give him a belly bulge,,,,,

it would snatch his soul straight out of his body

and in his little fantasy you would deny him any orgasm

always bringing him close to the edge and never giving the final push

until he’s drooling, fucked out of his mind and begging for mercy

if you were to push down on his belly bulge,,

yeah he’s cumming so hard he passes out

mitsuya

as mentioned before he’s normally very chill and open to his desires

but he feels like this might be something he shouldn’t share just yet

you’ve already incorporated toys into your sex life

he can’t ask you to bring out a fucking machine and make him your cute little wife aswell!

(he totally could he’s just a little embarrassed)

wants you to put him in the most revealing lingerie the world has seen

put on makeup on him, take your time with it even

he’d try his best to stay still

if you have cute jewellery you want to put on him? go ahead

once you set it all up you’d run your hands over his exposed ass and thighs

press on his stomach and talk about filling his “womb”

he’s leaking on the towel already

has to take a second to recover from his daydreaming

when he’s calmed down a little he thinks about how far you’d take it

would you make him cum once or twice? would you even let him?

would you go and fuck his throat and ruin his makeup?

he let go of the project he’s working on

and now he’s shivering in his seat with his head in his hands

baji

at first baji was apprehensive about all of this

could he really 100% trust you and hand the reigns over to you?

you did prove that you could

every now and then he fantasizes about you using him like an actual dog

now you have this giant easily excited puppy at your feet

shut him up with a ball gag, humiliate him with a mouth cage

shove a butt plug in him that has a fluffy black tail

and snap the collar and leash around his neck

to add to the humilation of it all he’d be blindfolded

he doesn’t know how long he’s been crawling around on the floor for,,

if you lead him to a door and say “okay baji now we’ll go outside and show the whole world what a gross dog I own, okay?”

his breathing stops, he’s leaking all over the floor

making you sneer even more insults at him

you open the door, walk through and stop

the rug feels a little different and it’s warmer than he thought it’d be

he’s shaking

is anyone looking at him right now?

he feels very embarrassed and downright humiliated

he cums right then and there, all over himself

you laugh and remove his blindfold

he’s still inside, you’d just brough the welcome mat to your bedroom and opened the window so it’d be windy

he feels himself throb again just this time in real life

kazutora

kazutora,, kazutora… kazutora

he’s always been very curious

ever since you took his virginity and taught him all kinds of things

made him fall in love with you even more

heart eyes mf

he came across this idea, scrolling through his phone at night while you were asleep

“sex pill? what the hell is that”

they’re aphrodisiacs.

he gets way too deep into it, looking up storytimes and descriptions and how to properly use them

he even bought them, but hid them deep in his closet

maybe not that deep

you might just be able to find them

if you were to look through his clothes

maybe he wants you to give them to him, make him take them in front of you and observe

observe how he reacts and he feels his body get a little hotter

he’d become very sensitive to your touch

just caressing his waist has him leaking precum into the leopard print underwear

the longer you hover over him, the more the tension grows and the more he starts shaking in anticipation

you would crouch down behind him

snake your hand around his neck, grazing his tattoo making a shiver run down his spine

and wrap your hand around his throat, squeezing down until he’d start getting dizzy

“come on jerk off like the pervert you are”

his head is spinning when you cut off his airflow and leave him gasping for air

he’d feel everything too much, coming undone by your skilled hands

chifuyu

chifuyu never misses how much you gush about him whenever he wears his suits

he feels his chest swell up with pride

he finds himself trying to dress up more and more for you whenever he can

what he secretly hopes for, is you pulling him closer by his tie

kissing him until he feels drunk on your love

when you plop him down onto chair it knocks the air out of his lungs

he really wants you to tie him down to the chair

red rope standing out from the black slacks and white shirt

when you finished tying him up you’d smirk down at him

you’re laughing at him

chifuyu almost starts fumbling for words, trying to somehow explain why he’s red in the face

but before he’d be able to speak you would lean down, undo his zipper and pull his dick out of his pants and underwear

the chastity cage would shine under the light above him

chifuyu’s ears would grow even hotter

you’d prepare him like this just to tease and torture him more and more

play with him to your hearts desire while he can’t squirm away

angry

such a cutie

aaaah I want to bite him

souya loves everything about you he truly does

but he might need you to coax this one out of him

while you walk around the apartment

his eyes keep drifting down to your thighs

your plush thighs

he has felt them under his hands of course

but,,, he does wonder how they’d feel around his dick

he leans back and sighs, closing his eyes and picturing you in his mind

you lean over the dining room table, pulling the leash and therefore him

his hands would be tied behind his back

you’d reach down and pull his dick in between your thighs, the precum helping him glide in between them

he’s in heaven

the plush thighs around his dick feel so soft and just the fact that got the permission to do this sends his heart thumping faster in his chest

he’d try to pace himself he really would

but when you pull on his leash he would stutter and cum all over your thighs

“who said you could stop?”

his eyes widen and something deep in him unlocks

he shudders and starts going again

he gets ripped from his little dream by your call from the bedroom

smiley

so… you know how we said nahoya is a little gross,,,

a little,,, a little too much

you’ve already done a lot of things with him so far

he kind of wants to keep going in a bit of a different direction

he might,,, have this desire for you to

bend him in half and use his hole as much as you want

use a strapon that can shoot cum into him

make him your personal cum dump

he’ll have this disgusting perverted grin on him the entire time

he wants you to fill him so much his tummy fills up so much it starts inflating slightly

you swear you can see hearts in his eyes

the way he’s panting like a dog in heat,,,

if you reach down, gather your cum and shove it in his hole too?

yeah he’s clenching so hard you almost can’t pull your fingers out

leave him on the ground, cum leaking out of his ass, drool running down his mouth and chest heaving

you would pat his cheek, smile sweetly and say “clean up the mess you made on my floor. I’ll be back in an hour.”

he’ll smile at you and nod slightly, hand on his filled tummy

hakkai

hakkai is very nice and respectful to you

albeit a bit shy,,,

since you’re the first person hakkai trusted with his body in a romantic/sexual sense

he doesn’t want to overstep any boundary or scare you away with his sick thoughts

he feels even more guilty for bringing you to a church and only having you on his mind

you’d lead him to the confessional booth and smile mischeviously making him avert his eyes shyly

pushing him in you’d climb over him and take a seat in his lap

prodding at him until he looks at you

“why don’t you confess your sins to me? come on tell me all about those dirty little thoughts you have.”

hakkai flushes an even deeper red and while he’d tell you all of his dirty fantasies

stuttering and stumbling over his words

you grind down onto his semi-hard on making him fumble for the right words even more

he’d tell you about how he wants you to eat him out in between the pews or all the way to the front up where everyone could see

all the while you’d stare at him, hands on his face and grinding down harder on him

“hakkai are you alright?”

he snaps out of it and looks up at you next to him on the pew

“let’s leave,, this place gives me the creeps”

he can only nod and follow after you, jacket covering his front

sanzu

so we all know sanzu is a bit insane

but believe it or not his kinks are even more insane

you could have guessed by the… everything about him

but to your surpise he was way less worse

in the beginning that is

same as everyone else he doesn’t want to scare you off immediately

he has so much fun with you!

his mind always wanders to what he wants you to do to him whenever he’s drinking at a bar

he’s dreaming about you appearing on the seat next to him

in a beautiful dress with a slit running up all the way to your thighs

smiling at him dangerously

he wants you to grab him by the tie and pull him closer and while his eyes are closed

you’d slip a little something in his drink

he wants you to make him drink and take care of him when his head starts spinning

and his vision gets blurry

if you pull him into your lap he falls fowards onto your shoulder

holding onto you, the person who owns him in every way

he hears your gun click and feels the cold barrel of it press against his head

it takes a second to process but then he shivers in excitement

he leans back with a wide smile and looks at your cold expression

it makes him throb even more

“why don’t you go ahead and grind yourself on my thigh like the dog you are” you sneer at him, gun still pressed to his head

he snaps out of it when the bartender asks if he’d like another drink

[frozenmoonshine]

What the TR character you're crushing on says about you?

Having been a part of this fandom long enough, I have noticed some patterns...

⚠️ This WILL trigger (some of) you, 'cause I WILL be exposing and calling you out! It's gonna get real below the cut, so read at your own risk. ⚠️

F reader/hetero dynamic; the reader is toxic; crack

🚨 Disclaimer 🚨

Please don't take any of this seriously in any way, there is no offense meant whatsoever! I love all of the TR characters, and I'm myself guilty of simping for quite a few of them, so no judgement here at all. I wrote this for shits & giggles and the sole purposes of humor and entertainment, like I always do. So, have fun with it, and if you also manage to have a laugh at it, I'll consider my mission completed! Peace 🩷

P.S. I really hope none of this actually resonates with your real life experiences, but if any of it does, here's a piece of big-sisterly advice - please value and love yourself more, and reexamime which trauma responses make you act in that way.

MIKEY, KAZUTORA, SANZU

You either A) suffer from a terminal case of I-can-fix-him-itis, or B) your coddling, nurturing, mothering instincs are running amok. Most likely it's both at the same time - you see the red flags as a call for aid instead of warning signs of danger.

TAKEMICHI, SHINICHIRO

You go for a kind but pathetic, golden-retriever-energy man, who's okay with being at your beck and call at all times. You're actually just a control freak who thrives on bossing others around because you're afraid of letting go.

NAOTO

You're boring as hell and have the personality of unseasoned boiled chicken. You probably have a thing for authority figures, and your deepest, darkest desire is to be handcuffed to a bedpost, so that's why you think police officers are sexy. You'd never in a million years admit that to anyone, not even to yourself, 'cause it would ruin your slyly crafted 'innocent good girl' personna.

DRAKEN

Oh you lil' homewrecker, you're into taken guys! A guy being married or in a relationship has never stopped you from pursuing him. You don't believe in 'off limits' either, and would gladly date your best friend's ex, or even try to steal her crush. Nasty business!

BAJI, KOKO, INUPI

You get turned on when a guy is clearly not into you. You're just twisted like that. You see how kind-hearted he is towards his friends and close ones, and how dedicated he is to his purpose, so you wait in hopes that he might spare some of that for you too, but deep down you know he doesn't give a damn about you, yet that makes you cling even harder.

MITSUYA, CHIFUYU, AKKUN

You're sane and you know a keeper when you see one. You might play it too safe at times, but better safe than sorry, amirite?

HAKKAI

You have a corruption kink and draw sadistic pleasure from torturing the innocent souls.

PAH, PEH, ANGRY, MOCCHI

You see beyond the appearances. You go for personality and good heart. You long for a genuine connection and don't care about the surface-level stuff. Not! You're just a hipster who thinks it makes you so, so cool that you're forcing yourself to be into "unconventionally attractive" guys!

SMILEY

You're either just as much of a chaotic gremlin as he is, or you're a sub-category of the I-can-fix-him gang.

HAITANI BROTHERS

You have no taste of your own, you just ride any hype train that is trending at the moment. You're most likely chasing a specific "aesthetic" you saw on TikTok instead of knowing what you like. Either that, or you're just desperate for external validation so badly that you would willingly allow a guy to treat you like shit as long as he's considered attractive enough that it'd make your girlfriends jealous of you for getting to date him.

IZANA

You're likely just as toxic as he is, if not even more than him! You think abuse is affection and trauma bonding is intimacy. You may have more than one mental disorder, sooo, yeah... birds of feather flock together.

KISAKI, MADARAME

For the love of me, I cannot figure out what might be wrong with you! But something definitely is. Big time. Better get it professionally checked before it's too late.

HANMA, TAIJU, SOUTH

You're most likely 160 cm or shorter, so you don't care about any red flags as long as the guy's tall enough. If you cannot see the red flag 'cause it's waving way too far above your eye level, that's the same as no red flag, right? Right?!

MUCHO, KAKUCHO, BENKEI

Okay, I hear you, girl! Your type is the 3S - strong, silent, and stoic. And honestly, nothing wrong with that!

WAKASA

Emotional unavailability is your criptonite! You're also very superficial, so you deliberately ignore the red flags for pretty faces, and choose F boys only to later complain how all men are trash.

TAKEOMI

If you're a teen or in your early 20s, this just screams Fatherless Behavior™️! Like, girl, dial those daddy issues down, we're going deaf over here... If you're a full-fledged adult with developed prefrontal cortex, well, sorry to break it to you, honey, but you just have a really, really poor taste in men.

[fushigzri]

THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE

note - jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, haikyu, fluff.

PHYSICAL TOUCH, they’re so touch starved it’s insane. they don’t know how to keep their hands off of you. when you’re snuggled up with them caressing their cheek or massaging their scalp they feel so safe and loved. they love touching you and they love when you touch them.

- yuta, choso, todo, itadori, hinata, mikey, hakkai, kazutora.

ACTS OF SERVICE, they love doing things for you. cooking, cleaning, giving you a massage, you name it, and it’s done. when you have to lift a finger to do anything they feel guilty, endlessly offering to do it for you or at least, with you. they pay for everything, you don’t even get an opportunity to pull out your wallet because they’re quick to hand the clerk their credit card. they make sure that as long as your with them, you have not a worry in the world.

- nanami, maki, megumi, osamu, yamaguchi, kageyama.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION, they practically worship you. they’ll flood you with compliments and praise. if you feel uncertain about something, they’ll reassure you. they know how to make you feel better about literally anything just by talking to you about it. bonus points for all the love letters they write for you and the paragraphs they send you when they leave out for work before you wake up.

- geto, akaashi, ushijima, mitsuya, shinchiro.

GIFT GIVING, they buy you gifts whenever they go shopping. you’re so stocked up on jewelry because they buy you new necklaces, rings, and bracelets all the time. every month you get some type of gift basket just because. no matter how expensive it is, if you want it, you’ll get it. they’re truly so grateful for the gifts you give them as well.

- kugisaki, kenma, atsumu, ran, draken, taiju.

PISSING YOU OFF, they love irritating you so much. they always make dirty jokes which never fails to win an annoyed glare from you, they absolutely love it. they love when you roll your eyes at their corny pick-up lines and dad jokes that they tell you every five minutes. when they’re being annoying and you start to ignore them and they get all whiny and clingy. you love them no matter how much of a nuisance they can be.

- gojo, kuroo, bokuto, hanma.

BEING MEAN TO YOU, they love you so much but those feelings are too overwhelming for them so they just pick on you. they’re so sassy, they always scoff at your comments, they’ll side eye you, and they’re sarcasm is unmatched. you always have to check their attitude although that doesn’t help at all.

- sukuna, toji, tsukishima, sanzu.

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[rhindou]

little things he does ♡ — rindou haitani

notes. fluffy headcanons that came to my mind instead of sleeping (+ broken english, i need to rest).

rindou particularly enjoys playing with your hair: twirling some strands around his fingers, caressing your hair, using his hands as a comb and detangling it.

he is the type that only takes that “private but not hidden” couple photos — a pic of your shadows together, of your matching shoes…

shares his playlists with you.

if you’re feeling any pain or discomfort in any part of your body, he will help you with a massage or by showing you some exercises to fix the issue. he’s a gym rat and he knows for sure.

rindou wants to keep his public image as the tough guy, but he has a soft spot for you.

he will make you feel appreciated with every small gesture that comes to his mind.

“this song reminded me of you”

he hugs you when you sleep together.

ceo of forehead and hand kisses.

he hopes that you’ll never see him fighting with other gangs. he doesn’t want you to picture him as a violent person. it’s his worst fear.

he isn’t into the “words of affirmation”, he’s more of a “physical touch” and “acts of service” person.

he would probably say “i love you” when you’re asleep, paired with a forehead kiss.

written by @ rhindou | 09062025