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Hi koli i saw your request were open and was wondering if you could do a Tokyo revengers x reader (final timeline) where they have a baby and they say their first word with preferably: chifyuy, kazutora, baji, mikey, izana, rindou, shinichiro and any others you would like to include

۶ৎ. Babies First.

Tokyo Revenger Boys.

۶ৎ auth: ahhhh omg my first request in like so long, I’m actually so excited to work on this!!! Feel free to request any anime, show or movie, and any character!! :) I might make a taglist.

۶ৎ Summary: After so much back and forth to fix the feature, you’ve finally settled down—and finally had a baby. The joys of parenthood only continue and your baby says their first words.

۶ৎ: sfw | scenario | fem reader | babies/parenthood | fluff | time skipped | implied poc reader, though you could ignore the information that doesn't fit you.

۶ৎ Characters Included: Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Baji Keisuke, Manjiro (Mikey) Sano, Izana Kurokawa, Rindou Haitani, Shinichiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Ken Ryuguji.

۶ৎChifuyu Matsuno

It’s an ordinary evening, and Chifuyu sits with the baby on his lap, his calm, logical demeanor softened by the tiny bundle in his arms. His black undercut, neatly styled, contrasts with the gentle warmth that radiates from him as he softly coos at the little one, a sense of peace enveloping the moment. The baby’s big, curious eyes stare up at him, the faintest glimmer of recognition in their gaze.

You’re nearby, watching quietly from the kitchen, as usual, keeping a close eye on the small family gathering. The baby shifts slightly in Chifuyu’s arms, their little hands reaching out, exploring, unsure of the world but finding comfort in the familiar presence of their father.

Chifuyu looks at the baby, a tender smile creeping across his face. He’s normally so composed, always the steady one, but this… this softens him, makes him feel an unfamiliar kind of warmth. “Come on,” he murmurs softly, “say something for me.”

The baby babbles incoherently for a moment, small giggles escaping their lips as they grab hold of his finger, wrapping their tiny hand around it like it’s the most important thing in the world. Chifuyu chuckles, shaking his head softly. “You’re as stubborn as your mom,” he says under his breath, smiling at the thought of you.

Then, suddenly, the baby’s little voice breaks the silence. It’s not a full word, but there’s a clear attempt to speak. “Da-da!” the baby declares proudly, their voice high-pitched but full of delight. Chifuyu freezes for a moment, his face lighting up with surprise, a hint of pride showing in his usually calm features.

You, hearing the unexpected word, laugh softly from your spot, watching the exchange. Chifuyu’s usual composed self cracks for a brief moment as he stares down at the baby in awe. “Did… did you just say ‘Dada’?” he asks, though it’s clear he’s delighted.

The baby repeats it again, this time with even more enthusiasm, “Da-da!” Chifuyu shakes his head, a small laugh escaping his lips. “Guess I’ll take that as a victory.”

You walk over quietly, your heart swelling at the sight of Chifuyu, who’s always so composed, now with the smallest of smiles, cradling their child with complete adoration. The baby, seeing you, reaches out with their tiny arms, making a soft noise of recognition.

“Looks like you’ve got competition,” you tease, leaning against the doorframe, your voice light and playful.

Chifuyu’s face turns slightly red, his calm demeanor returning, though the smile still lingers. “It’s just a fluke,” he mutters, though it’s clear he’s overjoyed. The baby giggles again, the sound filling the room, and Chifuyu leans in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead. “I can’t believe you said ‘Dada’ first,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of affection.

The baby, oblivious to the momentous occasion, just giggles again, content in the safety of their father’s arms. It’s a simple, tender moment, but to Chifuyu, it’s everything.

۶ৎKazutora Hanemiya

The air is still, heavy with the calm that comes with the evening as Kazutora sits on the couch, a small, fragile smile on his face as he looks down at the baby resting in his arms. His long, black hair, streaked with yellow, falls lazily over his shoulders, the strands a contrast to the tenderness with which he holds the child. There’s an unfamiliar peace in his expression, a quiet moment of solace after all the chaos that’s filled his life. His usually volatile demeanor seems distant as he looks at the little one, their soft breaths the only sound between them.

You’re just a few steps away, your presence like a gentle echo in the background, keeping watch as Kazutora carefully adjusts the baby in his arms, the kind of delicate handling that surprises even him. He’s never been one for softness, always pushing against the world with a hardness that left little room for gentleness—until now. He looks down, eyes tracing the baby’s tiny hands, the little fingers wrapped around his own with surprising strength.

The baby stirs, their wide eyes blinking up at him, and Kazutora’s breath catches slightly in his chest. For a moment, it’s as if everything else—the turmoil, the chaos, the memories—fades into the background, leaving only this quiet exchange between father and child.

Kazutora’s voice is soft, almost hesitant as he speaks to the baby, a far cry from the manic energy he once carried. “Hey, little one… can you say something for me?” he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet kind of longing, though it’s not for the world outside—it’s for this fragile connection he never thought he would have.

The baby, in their own way, tries to respond, making gurgling noises that grow into more distinct sounds. Kazutora watches in silent anticipation, a rare, genuine smile creeping onto his face as the baby’s mouth moves again. It’s almost as if they’ve been waiting for the right moment to speak.

Then, with a bright, innocent giggle, the baby suddenly blurts out a word, though it’s not what Kazutora expected. “Dada!” they say, the sound coming out in a clear, high-pitched tone.

Kazutora freezes, his eyes wide in disbelief for a second. His heart lurches unexpectedly in his chest, and he looks down at the baby as though they’ve just given him the most precious gift. His expression softens, a deep and almost bittersweet tenderness settling in his gaze. “Dada…” he repeats under his breath, as though trying to wrap his mind around it. There’s a tremor in his voice, something raw and vulnerable that he doesn’t often let surface.

You can’t help but smile as you watch the moment unfold, the baby’s innocent giggle filling the room, unaware of the weight they’ve just placed on Kazutora’s heart. Kazutora’s fingers twitch slightly as he holds them closer, his past, his pain, his regret all swirling beneath the surface of this simple, unexpected moment.

The baby, sensing the comfort of Kazutora’s embrace, reaches up with their tiny hands, trying to grab at his face. Kazutora laughs softly, the sound foreign yet warm as he leans into the baby’s touch. “You’re gonna make me soft, huh?” he mutters, though there’s no bitterness in his words—only a quiet affection.

You step forward then, offering him a soft, knowing glance. Kazutora looks up, his eyes meeting yours, and for a moment, everything between the two of you seems to settle. There’s a flicker of something deeper in his gaze, something that says more than words ever could.

Kazutora’s voice breaks the silence, still low and almost tender. “I never thought I’d be here, y’know? This… this feels different.”

You smile gently, watching him with the baby in his arms, a sense of peace settling over you both. The moment is fleeting, but it’s a reminder—Kazutora, despite his past, is finding something he never thought he deserved.

۶ৎBaji Keisuke

The night is quiet, the soft hum of the streetlights casting a dim glow in the room where Baji sits, his wild, untamed jet-black hair falling to his shoulders in loose waves. His usual grin is absent for the moment, replaced by a look of calm as he watches the baby in his arms, who is squirming lightly, their little hands reaching up as if trying to make sense of the world around them. There’s an intensity in Baji’s eyes, but it’s not the usual fire of a fight—it’s something softer, something that only surfaces when he’s with his family.

You stand by the doorway, leaning against the frame, quietly watching the scene unfold. Baji, who is always full of energy, the type to jump into action at any given moment, seems almost frozen in this moment, the wild spark in his eyes replaced by a rare tenderness as he holds the baby close to his chest.

The baby gurgles softly, their small face scrunching in curiosity as they look up at him. Baji’s lips twitch into a small smile, but it’s different than his usual mischievous grin—it’s something warmer, more protective. “What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and warm, though a hint of his usual playful nature is still there.

The baby babbles in response, their little voice almost a melody as they stare at Baji with wide, innocent eyes. And then, as if on a whim, the baby utters a word. It’s clear and unambiguous, the word they’ve been practicing, but it’s not what Baji expected.

“Dada!” The word rings out, not perfectly clear, but undeniably present.

Baji’s eyes widen, and for a moment, his usual grin falters, replaced by something almost vulnerable. He looks down at the baby, his hand resting gently against their tiny back, and the slightest breath escapes him. His fingers twitch as if unsure how to react to the sudden surge of emotion he didn’t anticipate. His heart pounds, a rush of warmth flooding through him, and despite all his bravado, there’s a crack in the tough exterior.

You smile, stepping a little closer to them, your heart swelling at the sight. “Looks like you’ve got a little fan there,” you tease softly.

Baji’s grin slowly returns, though it’s softer now, not the usual wild energy that so often defines him, but something more intimate. He leans down, his sharp canine teeth flashing briefly as he chuckles under his breath, the sound light and full of affection. “Yeah, I guess so.” He says it with his usual swagger, but it’s evident that something about the moment has shifted. This isn’t a victory he expected, but it’s a victory that matters more than any battle.

The baby reaches up toward his face, their tiny fingers brushing against his cheek, and Baji’s heart skips a beat. He looks at you for a moment, a wordless exchange between the two of you, before he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Good job,” he mutters, his voice soft but steady.

You can’t help but watch the moment unfold with a quiet admiration. Baji, the wild, adrenaline-fueled force of nature, has just experienced something that slows him down, something that pulls him out of the chaos of the world and into a simple, pure connection. The baby giggles, their tiny hands grasping for his hair, and Baji laughs too, the sound genuine and full of joy.

For a brief moment, the world outside seems distant, and all that matters is the little family in that room—the wild heart of Baji, softened and made whole in the presence of his child.

۶ৎManjiro (Mikey) Sano

Mikey sits in the quiet of the living room, the soft hum of the clock the only sound besides the gentle breath of the baby in his arms. His short, dark hair is parted neatly at the middle, the weight of the world outside this moment temporarily forgotten. The familiar carefree energy that Mikey is known for seems absent now, replaced by a tenderness he rarely shows. He’s holding the little one close, his hands steady and secure around them, the once-unshakable pillar of Toman now softened by something unexpected.

The baby stirs in his arms, their small face scrunching in confusion as they try to adjust to the world around them. Mikey watches them with a faint smile, though there’s something more complex behind his eyes. The carefree grin that usually defines him is replaced by a quiet focus, a vulnerability that he seldom allows others to see. His heart is heavy with thoughts of the past, of everything he’s lost, but in this moment, the baby offers him something pure, something he hasn’t had in a long time—peace.

The baby’s tiny hand reaches up, grasping for the fabric of his suit, their tiny fingers curling in and out as if trying to touch something they don’t fully understand yet. Mikey’s breath catches in his chest, his gaze softening. He can feel the warmth of their small body, the innocent trust they place in him without question, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of his own burdens lifts just slightly.

“Mama?” The baby says, the word coming out softly but unmistakably.

Mikey freezes. The sound is far from perfect, the baby’s voice still nasally and unsure, but it’s clear enough, and Mikey’s heart skips a beat. He blinks down at the child, his expression flickering between surprise and a strange tenderness, something unfamiliar and soft that he never expected to experience. His hand twitches, fingers tightening around the baby instinctively as if protecting them from the world outside.

You, standing nearby, catch his gaze, the understanding between the two of you unspoken. Mikey clears his throat, the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he glances at you, trying to regain some of his usual bravado. “Guess that’s not the word I was hoping for,” he says, his tone playful, though there’s a depth to it, a warmth he’s not used to showing.

The baby reaches up again, this time grasping Mikey’s finger, their touch delicate yet insistent. Mikey smiles softly, the usual coldness in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something that speaks to the weight of the love he’s learning to give. “It’s okay, little one,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Maybe next time, huh?”

He presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, his lips lingering just a little longer than necessary. The moment feels suspended in time, as if the world around him has faded and all that matters is this—the small, fragile life in his arms and the quiet peace they’ve brought him, in spite of everything he’s carried.

You step closer, watching the scene with a soft smile of your own. Mikey looks up at you then, his expression still soft, but now there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. He may have once carried a darkness that threatened to consume him, but here, now, with his child in his arms, that darkness feels far away, as if for a brief moment, he can just be… Mikey. The Mikey who is a child at heart, who’s capable of tenderness and love even amidst the weight of his past.

With a soft chuckle, Mikey leans back slightly, his hand still holding the baby close as he looks at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “You heard that, right?” he asks, his voice teasing but there’s something vulnerable in it too. “They said ‘mama.’ Guess I’m off the hook for now.”

You laugh, the sound light and full of warmth. Mikey’s grin widens just a little, and though it’s not the wild grin of a fighter or leader, it’s something just as genuine—something that feels like a promise, a reassurance that even with all the darkness he’s faced, he’s finding light again. And maybe, just maybe, this little one is part of that light.

۶ৎIzana Kurokawa

Izana sits in the dimly lit room, the soft hum of a guitar string resonating in the air. His large purple eyes, usually cold and calculating, are softened by the warmth of the baby in his arms. His wavy hair falls gently around his face, the strands catching the light as he adjusts the baby’s tiny body against his chest, the faint scent of plants and the soft ripple of water from the fish tank nearby offering a peaceful backdrop to an otherwise chaotic life. He had never imagined this—holding a child, one so small, so fragile in his arms. His usual detachment feels muted, replaced by a strange sense of responsibility, a sensation he’s never quite allowed himself to experience before.

The baby stirs in his arms, eyes blinking open and gaze unfocused, their small hands reaching out in curiosity. Izana’s usual composure doesn’t waver, but the faintest trace of tenderness lingers in his gaze as he watches the child, something unfamiliar surfacing beneath the layers of bitterness and coldness he’s built over the years.

The baby makes a small noise, a soft whine, their lips twitching as they try to vocalize something. Izana tilts his head slightly, his eyes narrowing, waiting. His fingers gently caress the baby’s back, an instinctive gesture of care that surprises even him. In the silence of the room, a soft and tentative word escapes the baby’s lips. It’s not quite clear, but the intention is unmistakable.

“Dada.”

Izana freezes. His grip on the guitar tightens for a brief moment, his eyes blinking as he processes the sound, the word hanging in the air like a sudden, unexpected shift in his world. It’s simple—just one word—but for someone like Izana, who has spent most of his life surrounded by cold, violence, and manipulation, hearing such a soft and innocent utterance stirs something deep within him.

A flash of his past flashes through his mind—the loneliness, the bitterness that once consumed him. He had never felt a connection to anyone, certainly not like this. He had always been the one to push people away, to make himself unapproachable, but here, in this moment, the baby’s small hand wraps around his finger, their soft grip a reminder of something pure, something he had lost long ago—the ability to care without expecting anything in return.

He exhales slowly, his face betraying nothing but the faintest softness that only the baby could elicit from him. His hand gently lifts the child, their eyes still wide with curiosity, before he leans in close, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Dada, huh?” Izana murmurs, his voice quiet but not without a hint of amusement, the corners of his lips turning upward in a small, unexpected smile. It’s a rare sight, one that doesn’t appear often, but in the quiet presence of the baby, it feels more natural than anything he’s ever known. “Guess I’m not as bad as I thought,” he adds softly, almost to himself.

You, standing nearby, watch the scene unfold with a knowing smile. Izana doesn’t often allow anyone to witness such moments, but here, now, with the child in his arms, the pieces of his past—the anger, the bitterness—seem to fade into the background, if only for a moment. Izana looks up at you then, his eyes softer than usual, as if silently asking for your approval, for reassurance that he’s doing this right. That he’s not as lost as he often feels.

He doesn’t say anything more, but the warmth in his eyes speaks volumes. The man who once sought power, control, and dominance has now found something far more valuable—a sense of purpose, a bond he never thought he would have. As he looks down at the baby, his grip tightening slightly around them.

۶ৎRindou Haitani

Rindou sat on the floor of the living room, legs stretched out, his back against the couch, the afternoon sun casting long shadows through the windows. His pinkish-purple mullet, with its dark blue roots and tips, was damp from a shower, strands falling messily around his face. He had a lazy, almost indifferent expression as he stared at his phone, absently scrolling, but his free hand rested on the baby seated between his legs, offering a steady support as they clumsily played with a soft, squeaky toy.

The baby babbled, gnawing on the corner of the plush thing, drool soaking it thoroughly. Rindou, ever stoic, just watched, raising an eyebrow whenever the squeak got too loud. His black stud earrings caught the light, a stark contrast to the rough Bonten insignia tattoo inked boldly across his neck.

“You’re gonna drown in your own spit,” Rindou muttered, lifting the baby gently by their underarms, pulling them up into a wobbly stand on his thighs. The child stared back at him, wide-eyed, chubby cheeks flushed. Their little fists grabbed at his shirt, seeking balance, and for a moment, there was a quiet exchange—a softness that rarely found its way into Rindou’s life.

The baby blinked, their gaze fixed on Rindou’s face with intense concentration, like they were processing something far too big for their small brain. And then, out of nowhere, they let out a small, clear sound.

“Dada.”

Rindou froze.

The word was soft, tentative, but unmistakable. His blue-gray eyes snapped to the baby’s face, as though he wasn’t sure if he’d actually heard it. His normally stoic expression cracked, a rare flicker of surprise flashing across his sharp features.

“What…?”

The baby blinked again, almost as if testing the sound, and with a little more confidence, repeated it.

“Dada.”

This time, it wasn’t a fluke.

For a solid five seconds, Rindou just stared. The usual snarky, blasé attitude was nowhere to be found—his mouth slightly open, the baby still gripping his shirt tightly, unaware they’d just done something monumental.

A scoff broke the silence, but it was soft, almost disbelieving. “… No way.”

He tried to play it cool—but there was no hiding the way his lips twitched, threatening to pull into a smile.

“You’ve got shitty taste in first words,” he murmured, lifting the baby higher until their noses nearly touched. The baby, delighted with their new word, kicked their legs happily and repeated, “Dada,” with even more enthusiasm, like they knew they’d hit gold.

Rindou exhaled sharply through his nose, something warm and unfamiliar blooming in his chest. He glanced toward the hallway, as if making sure no one else was around to witness this moment of weakness.

“Yeah, yeah,” he whispered, giving in as he brushed his nose against the baby’s cheek, the smallest, almost imperceptible grin forming on his lips. “I hear you. I’m your ‘Dada,’ huh?”

The baby squealed, a high-pitched giggle, and Rindou couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that escaped him. He was used to fights, to blood and bruises, to commanding fear—but this? This was different. And for once, he didn’t mind losing. Not to them. Not to this.

۶ৎShinichiro Sano

It was a quiet afternoon at the Sano bike shop, the scent of oil and metal lingering in the warm air. The faint sound of a wrench clinking against the concrete floor echoed through the open garage, where Shinichiro Sano sat cross-legged, lazily working on a motorcycle engine. His unkempt black hair stuck out in random directions, and a cigarette hung loosely from his lips, the thin tendrils of smoke curling upward.

He wasn’t in any rush—never was, really. Dressed in his usual pearl-white shirt and light-washed jeans, a jacket lazily tied around his waist, he looked as effortlessly relaxed as ever. A silver chain peeked out from beneath his collar, catching the sunlight every now and then.

Nearby, his daughter sat on a thick blanket, surrounded by a mess of soft toys and teething rings. She was barely old enough to crawl properly, but that didn’t stop her from making every effort to squirm toward her father, her tiny hands grabbing at the air.

Shinichiro glanced over at her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his thin lips. “You getting bored over there, sweetheart?” His voice was raspy, warm, and effortlessly gentle as he set the wrench down and wiped his hands on a nearby rag.

She responded with a string of baby babble, half-formed sounds that made no sense but filled the space with life. He watched her, enchanted by the simplest things—how her little fingers curled and uncurled, how her eyes, a perfect mirror of his own dull black ones, lit up every time he spoke.

“Hold on, hold on. I’m comin’.” Shinichiro stubbed out his cigarette on the edge of the ashtray, rising to his feet with a lazy stretch. He scooped her up effortlessly, holding her against his chest, her small hand immediately tangling itself in the fabric of his shirt.

“You smell like motor oil,” he murmured with a chuckle, kissing the top of her head despite the mess on his hands. “Not exactly the ideal dad scent, huh?”

As he swayed gently, rocking her out of instinct more than anything, the baby stared up at him, wide-eyed and thoughtful, her chubby cheeks flushed pink from the warmth of the afternoon. She blinked slowly, as though studying him, her tiny mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something.

And then, soft as a whisper, it happened.

“…Da…da…”

Shinichiro froze.

The word was faint, breathy—so delicate he almost thought he’d imagined it. His heart skipped a beat, a strange, unfamiliar warmth surging through his chest.

“…What?” His voice came out quiet, almost disbelieving, as he pulled her back slightly to look at her properly. “What’d you just say?”

The baby blinked again, her expression pure and innocent, and as if sensing his awe, she tried again, this time stronger, more confident.

“Dada.”

Shinichiro felt something inside him break wide open.

He laughed—not his usual lazy, carefree laugh, but something softer, shakier. “You serious right now?”

Her tiny hand reached up, grabbing at the silver chain around his neck, and for once, Shinichiro felt completely helpless—in the best way possible.

“You’re not supposed to say that yet…” he whispered, though the grin on his face betrayed him completely. His thumb brushed gently over her round cheek, his eyes shining with a tenderness so deep it made his chest ache.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m your ‘Dada,’” he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he breathed her in. “Lucky me.”

The bike shop, the tools, the cigarette smoke—none of it mattered in that moment. All he knew was the weight of his daughter in his arms, her tiny voice calling out to him, grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.

And for the first time in a long while, Shinichiro felt like he truly had everything he could ever want.

۶ৎKokonoi Hajime

The city skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kokonoi’s penthouse, casting long shadows over the sleek, minimalist living room. The distant hum of traffic blended with the soft jazz playing from the speaker, creating a calm, almost surreal atmosphere.

Koko sat cross-legged on the floor, dressed down in black sweatpants and a plain white shirt, his silver-white hair loose around his shoulders. He had a glass of whiskey beside him — untouched — as he watched their daughter with that same quiet intensity he reserved for high-stakes meetings… except this was different.

She was sitting in the middle of a plush play mat, surrounded by a chaotic scatter of toys, a stuffed bunny half-chewed, and a colorful book she had zero interest in. Her soft hair fell over her round cheeks, and she looked up at him with wide, thoughtful eyes — eyes that mirrored her mother’s so distinctly that Koko sometimes forgot how to breathe when she stared at him like that.

“Pretty, aren’t you?” he murmured, a faint smile touching the corner of his lips as he leaned back on his hands. “Got that from your mom… lucky kid.”

She babbled in response, smacking the bunny against the floor with impressive determination, her little brows furrowed as though she were solving some great mystery.

Koko’s gaze softened, a rare warmth breaking through his usual cool composure.

“You’re really giving that thing a hard time,” he remarked, watching her with a mix of amusement and fascination. “What did it ever do to you?”

She paused, blinking up at him, lips slightly parted, as though she was about to say something… but instead, she dropped the toy with a dramatic flair and crawled toward him, tiny hands smacking against the polished hardwood floor.

He sat up straighter, heart giving an odd little skip — not that he’d ever admit that.

“You comin’ over here?” he asked quietly, more to himself than her.

She reached him, pulling herself up with clumsy determination, her chubby fingers grabbing a fistful of his shirt as she balanced on unsteady legs. Koko’s hands hovered near her waist, ready to catch her if she wobbled too much.

And then, she looked up at him… and with a small, clear voice, said:

“Da…da.”

Koko blinked.

For a moment, he thought he’d imagined it. The word was soft, delicate, but unmistakable. His throat tightened, the glass of whiskey forgotten entirely.

“What… what did you say?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

She stared up at him with the same serious expression, as though this wasn’t a monumental moment — just another part of her day.

“Dada.”

The second time, it hit him harder.

A sharp inhale, and then — to his surprise — a soft laugh escaped him, the sound rough and disbelieving.

“You—” He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to ground himself. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

She, of course, said nothing. Just continued to stare at him, her tiny hands gripping his shirt like she had no intention of letting go.

“First word, huh?” Koko said, his voice softer now, almost fragile. “And it’s me…”

Something in his chest ached — something he hadn’t felt in years. He thought of how, for so long, he’d believed everything important in his life slipped through his fingers, no matter how tightly he held on. But here she was… holding onto him.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” he whispered, brushing a gentle hand over her soft hair.

She leaned forward, her head resting against his chest in a way that made his heart squeeze painfully.

“I should tell your mom,” he murmured, though he made no move to get up. “She’s gonna want to hear this…”

But he didn’t. He just stayed there, holding her, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breathing, as though he was afraid to break the spell.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, sleepily this time, as if testing the word.

Koko closed his eyes for a long moment, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, the faintest smile on his lips.

“Yeah…” he whispered. “I’m your Dada.”

And for once, there was nothing else he needed.

۶ৎKen Ryuguji

The rain tapped lightly against the windows, casting soft shadows across the small but cozy apartment. The scent of warm tea and baby powder lingered in the air, a comforting mix that made the place feel lived-in — loved.

Draken sat on the floor, back against the couch, his long legs stretched out, and their daughter nestled comfortably between them. His strong, calloused hands were gentle as he helped her balance, her tiny fingers grabbing at the hem of his patterned jacket with the determination of someone on a mission.

“Steady now, princess,” he murmured, his deep voice softer than usual, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched her.

She had her mother’s eyes — there was no denying it. That same soft, soulful gaze that could stop Draken in his tracks, no matter how tough he tried to act. The resemblance was almost eerie, especially when she stared up at him with that thoughtful, almost knowing expression, as if she could see right through him.

“You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, you know that?” he teased, running a hand over his buzzed undercut, the dragon tattoo on his temple stark against his skin. “Just like your mom…”

His daughter, of course, was unimpressed. She was too busy trying to pull herself up, grabbing at his jacket with clumsy determination, her chubby legs wobbling as she straightened herself.

Draken arched a brow, watching her with a mix of amusement and quiet pride. “Look at you… tough little thing,” he muttered. “Didn’t get that from her.”

She babbled something incoherent, rocking back and forth on her feet, her lips forming shapes that almost sounded like words.

“Yeah?” Draken chuckled, leaning in closer, his braid falling over his shoulder. “What are you tryin’ to tell me, huh?”

She paused then, swaying slightly before gripping his jacket tighter. For a split second, Draken thought she was about to fall — his hands twitched, ready to catch her — but she steadied herself, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes.

And then…

“Da…da.”

Draken froze.

The word was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it hit him like a punch to the gut.

“What…?”

She said it again, clearer this time, her small voice filling the room in a way that made the air feel heavier.

“Dada.”

Draken stared at her, his heart pounding in a way he hadn’t felt since his gang days. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure what to say — wasn’t sure if he could say anything at all.

“You…” He swallowed hard, his voice rougher now, a little hoarse. “You just—”

Before he could finish, she took an unsteady step forward and fell right into his chest, her tiny arms wrapping around him as best as they could.

“Dada,” she mumbled again, her voice muffled against his shirt.

And that… that broke him.

Draken closed his eyes, his large hand cradling the back of her head as he held her close, his thumb brushing over her soft hair. The warmth of her small body against his made his chest ache in a way he wasn’t prepared for — a deep, protective kind of love that scared him more than any fight ever had.

“Yeah…” he whispered after a long moment, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, his voice softer than it had ever been. “I’m your dad…”

He stayed like that for a while, holding her, feeling her small breaths against him. He didn’t call for her mom — not yet.

This moment was his. Just for now.

Who wants to be Toman's darling? Raise your hand 🙋

If you raised your hand this tier is for you: Spicy Foreplay

you can't help but squeal and cover your face with your hands, face beginning to burn.

"what?" he says, but he can barely even get the word out as he laughs, pretending to act perplexed.

"you did it." you spread out your fingers to peak through them, staring at his hands as he pulls out of the drive way

"you're crazy," he tries to tell you seriously, eyes flitting to the rearview mirror then to yours before switching the gear from reverse to drive to pull out of the driveway. he nudges his head in your direction. "pay attention to the road or something. didn't even do anything."

you can only huff at his words.

it's only when the car pulls up to the parking lot of the grocery store does he feel your eyes boring into him again. he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling as he looks around to find an open slot before placing his palm onto the top of the wheel and rotates it counterclockwise with ease.

he can hear you giggle as he resets the wheel, the leather gliding smoothly across his palm. he can only shake his head in disbelief.

"you did it again!" you shout in excitement.

"something's wrong with you," he laughs out loud, the car rumbling beneath you guys before turning off the engine and leaving you in the car so you don't see that stupid grin growing on his face. he nearly loses all composure when you catch up to him, latching onto his arm and looking up.

"pretty damn cool if you ask me," you compliment. "and hot."

all he can do is ruffle your hair, trying to distract you from the burning he feels on the tips of his ears. "you're lucky you're so cute."

+ SYLUS (L&DS), LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, JASON TODD, deuce spade, SIMON "GHOST" RILEY, roronoa zoro, nanami kento, GETO SUGURU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, ushijima wakatoshi, dante (devil may cry), TREVOR BELMONT, vinny hong, SAKURA HARUKA, hiragi toma, SOHMA KYO, sohma hatori, SOHMA HATSUHARU, ken "draken" ryuguji, and more...

he's the type to notice the way your knee is shaking from anxiety and puts his hand on your knee before continuing to watch the other presentations in class before yours starts next.

he's the type to put his hand over the sharp corner of the table when he sees you bend down to pick up an object that was dropped while still being able to continue stirring the ingredients in the bowl.

he's the type to abruptly pull you to the side by the hoodie when he notices you walking just a little too close to the upcoming light pole. he can't even scold you because you're deep in conversation with your friend. he nearly trips on his own two feet when he sees you turn back to him and mouth a 'thank you' to him when you have a break in your conversation.

he's the type to hand you a napkin when he sees your hand mindlessly moving around the table top, not even sparing him a single glance as you take it from his hand, wipe your mouth with it, and continue on your talk about the latest gossip during dinner.

he's the type to tear the paper wrap away from the straw and put it in your drink and give your usual order to the waiter by the time you come back from the bathroom.

he's the type to poke his fork into the strawberry and feed it to you as you manage to type up your essay and hold a conversation with him, too busy to realize what he's doing. you don't even notice how he quickly feeds himself a piece before giving you another one effortlessly, not once breaking the flow of the conversation.

he's the type to show up at your event that you casually dropped in the group chat for everyone to show up if they can. who, the moment he sees your face beam at spotting him in the crowd, offers you a smug smirk and a thumbs up as encouragement.

he's the type to follow you around the entire apartment as you recount your day to him as you do chores. who even mindlessly follows you to the bathroom and realizes a bit too late what he's done when he hears you shriek at him and push him out.

he's the type to not make a move at you at all. afraid to ruin whatever good thing he has going on with you. he'd rather always be there for you and have you in his life than to be cut off forever.

he's the type to have friends who notice all of this. who doesn't understand how the both of you aren't dating yet; especially when they notice the way your eyes always seem to find his in a crowded room. they see the way you laugh at his corny jokes and the way his eyes go straight to yours to gauze your reaction. the way you always run into his open arms first the moment you win at your event. it's so obvious and yet it's so infuriating and they can't help but watch from the sidelines with their popcorn.

+ roronoa zoro, KAJI REN, HIRAGI TOMA, fushiguro megumi, nicholas d. wolfwood, jason todd, sylus (l&ds), RYUGUJI "DRAKEN" KEN, levi ackerman, MAMMON (obey me), ichigo kurosaki, bakugo katsuki, iwaizumi hajime, kageyama tobio, MALLEUS DRACONIA, deuce spade and others...

Okay, I need to rant. Fuck AI. And I mean seriously. FUCK. A.I. I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here, but more people need to be talking about this, and there’s no point in me saying that if I’m not willing to talk about it too. AI has done nothing but ruin our communities and defile the art that millions of hands have spent millions of hours creating. Fanfiction is a work of passion. Drawing is a work of passion. Voice acting IS A WORK OF PASSION. AI has no passion. It takes the soul out of the things we love and cherish. It steals what we as a collective community have lovingly crafted, and it shatters it to a thousand pieces, spits on it, curses its family, and throws it in a flaming dumpster to be eaten by rats. It is despicable and disgusting.

I won't lie, or pretend I’m a perfect saint. I myself was a user of Character AI until somewhat recently. And as ashamed as I am to admit that, I feel it’s necessary to own up to my own faults. But after seeing the damage it causes, I can’t in good conscience even consider touching that site. Many of us write because it is our passion. Many of us because it is our job. And many of us because it is our *friend*. AI steals the writing of your favorite creators WITHOUT PERMISSION and mashes it together like Frankenstein’s fucked up monster to create storylines that aren’t even fucking coherent. Not only that, but Character AI uses whatever you respond to it with to teach itself as well, which means that the company has access to whatever you chat about, and free reign to do whatever they want with it. They also make absurd amounts of money from it, which in comparison, fanfiction writers, who spend countless hours writing stories for our favorite characters, more often than not charge nothing. And the ones who do charge, tend to have reasonable, if not highly lenient prices for their labor.

Which leads me into another side rant. SUPPORT WRITERS THAT YOU LIKE. It’s really not that hard, it takes two fucking seconds of your time and it makes someone's day. Reblog. Share with your friends. Like. Comment. Just let the writer know that you saw it, and that you liked it. The amount of fanfic writers I have seen get completely discouraged from writing because of lack of engagement is astounding. I’ve seen several posts on Tumblr or Twitter or Bluesky talking about creators that were incredibly popular but never knew it due to lack of engagement is appalling. If you can rant about your love for their work on Discord, you can rant about your love for their work in the comments. Just fucking copy paste it. Tell them how much you love it. Show them support. Especially the ones that don’t charge. Because for those of us that don’t, our only payment, is your feedback. Even constructive criticism is greatly appreciated by damn near every writer I can think of. Because even that shows that you read it, absorbed it, and thought about it enough to have something to actually say about it.

The same thing goes for artists and voice actors. You see a drawing or animation you enjoy? Comment. Like. Share. You see a character in an anime or a game and you love their voice? Go check out their voice actor, maybe they do some other cool stuff, and you might just discover your new favorite series or streamer. A perfect example is Alejandro Saab. I became a fan of his through his astounding performance in several series dear to me, and lo and behold, he’s also a streamer I enjoy. Same story with Aleks Le, or Ray Chase. Yuri Lowenthal, Lizzie Freeman, Landon Mcdonald, Zeno Robinson, the list goes on. But seriously, it’s not that much effort to just show a little love to the creators you enjoy. The people who breathe life into the series’ that we all hold dear. AI does not breathe that life. Using AI, and supporting those companies, will destroy those pillars of our community. And if that happens, the AI would crumble too, it would have no new information to use. SO really, what’s the benefit? I’ll tell you. There is none.

Stop using AI. All it does is bring harm and slowly kill our community. It’s disgusting, appalling, and downright fucking egregious.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Tokyo revengers basic NSFW headcannons pt. 1

characters- Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Nahoya, Souya, Hanma, Kisaki

Read the second part here

Proofread by my lovely partner @nxll-n4m3

Mikey-

Packing a respectable 5.8 inches, with a light pink tip and a couple of small bluish purple vains that aren't really noticeable unless he's painfully hard, he doesn't really curve to one side or the other, but he has a subtle upward curve. He doesn't strike me as the type who tries too hard with grooming, but he at least tries every now and again. But the hairs down there are the same pretty strawberry blonde as his hair, pretty thin and a little wispy with a slight curl towards the end.

Draken-

PUH-LEASE. This boy is fucking HUNG and he knows how to use it too. Curves hard left as well. He doesn't have the most experience as I can't imagine him sleeping around much, but he's heard the girls at the brothel complain enough that he generally knows what to do and what not to do. 7.9 inches holy GAWD. I think he stays pretty on top of grooming, manscapes at least once every other week. Also blonde, but I think he's got more curls than Mikey. Definitely a lot thicker. Also, completely random, but I feel like he'd totally fuck with coconut body wash and shampoo.

Mitsuya-

Another man who's got a rather mid-sized length, I'd say probably like 5.4. The prettiest pinkish lavender tip, and oh my god I mean it when I say this man's cock is beautiful. It deserves to be worshipped. Not all that big, BUT he makes up for it by knowing all the sweet spots. Not to mention he's the KING of foreplay and aftercare. He for sure stays on top of his grooming game, he can't stand feeling like he looks sloppy. He's got a pretty tuft of curly white hair right at the base of his dick, very well maintained and usually actually smells pretty good. Again, this man is on top of his hiegene and he wants all of him to smell good and look good at all times. (Not that he could ever look bad)

Baji-

I'd guess about 6.3 in size for him, and his tip is red and angry like his face (I'm joking. Mostly, but he does get painfully hard very quickly) there's a thick ass pinkish vein that runs from base to tip, and he will full body shiver if you lick the whole thing. I'm sorry, but I cannot for the life of me imagine that this man gives a singular fuck about grooming down under. He might trim a little or shave on occasion, but that's only if it gets annoying. However, his hair is effortlessly shiny and beautiful no matter where it is on his body. I have no idea how he does it. But, if it bugs you, he would (begrudgingly) start manscaping more often.

Kazutora-

LITTLE DICK SUPREMACY

Okay- little known fact, but I kind of have a thing for subby guys with little dicks, that and I want to give some variety so I'm not making them all unrealistically huge. So I'm gonna say this man sits at about 4.2. Not rediculously small, but definitely not big either. But it's okay, because he'd much rather be under you anyways. Slightly unrelated but this boy has trust issues so please be kind to him, hold his hand and tell him how good he's being, he will absolutely start crying. Never really even thought about his hair down there, never paid any mind to it, and probably wouldn't unless you brought it up. But I see him being super understanding and chill with it if you want him to groom more often.

Chifuyu-

Another one on the slightly smaller side, probably only around 4.5 to 4.6 with a sort of muted pink tip. He's actually kind of self conscious about it, so he's a bit sensitive if you make fun of him for it, but he'll fold instantly if you praise him in any way, shape, or form. I feel like he's the type to get all embarrassed and blushy super easily despite trying to play it cool. Would not admit he's a bottom out loud but everyone can pretty much tell anyways. Honestly pretty clean, I feel like pubes might bug him. He might try to keep a small tuft down there just because he feels it's more masculine, but I'd reckon he'd prefer it clean shaven. Less of a hassle and it doesn't get on his nerves that way.

Hakkai-

Oh, this poor sweet boy. So much dick that he has no idea how to use 🥺 I can't imagine him topping for the life of me, so it's almost adorable how his monstrous 8.3 inches just hangs there uselessly hanging as he gets pounded into his next life, squealing like a little bitch, whimpering and whining and pleading and- *AHEM* anyways. I imagine he's pretty alright with grooming, mostly because he super looks up to Mitsuya, who had told him at some point or another that it was important to look clean everywhere. But I don't think he's quite that good at manscaping though to his credit, he does at least try. He's got a decent sized tuft of thick, curly black hair that he trims maybe once a month or so when he remembers. But he'd get better about it in a heartbeat if you asked him to and gave him some basic block of instruction. Smells like vanilla though, so there's that.

Nahoya-

Nahoya's got a relatively solid 6.2, with a slight curve to the left and a pale tip. I feel like he'd probably be more experienced with it than his brother, even though his twin is a little bigger. He just strikes me as much more of the playboy type. (Probably gets hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) super duper curly hair down there, ginger just like the hair on his head. Probably keeps it moderately well groomed. Enough to be presentable for the ladies (and the lads-)

Souya-

Similar to his brother (no shit they're identical twins) but with slight differences. For starters, he's ever so slightly bigger, measuring up to about 6.6, and he curves pretty hard right instead of slight left. He's not too experienced, but he strikes me as a rather quick learner. He doesn't normally care to groom all that much, but after getting into a relationship, especially if you guys are sexually active, he will actually start to manscape on occasion. Also super duper curly hair, but it's light blue instead of ginger, again matching his hair.

Hanma-

(Definitely gets INSTANTLY rock hard after a good fight, I don't make the rules) 7.9, same as Draken, difference is that Hanma has less girth. A tall, skinny dick for a tall, skinny boy. But he knows how to break you and he will go hard when he's domming. Or alternatively, when he's in the mood to sub, he gets a little bratty (just give his cock a rough squeeze and he'll shut right up) dark brown almost black hair, thick and curly. Contrary to popular belief I feel like he would put at least some effort into grooming, though he does forget sometimes.

Kisaki-

Oh, this boy. Solid middle of the road (just like his height- jk this boy short asf) but I think he'd have maybe around a 5.3 or 5.4 length wise. Pretty average around too, not particularly skinny but not particularly girthy either. Would absolutely fight you for dominance every time, and lose every time. This boy would rather die than ever admit he's a bottom, and he's 100% a brat until you edge him to the point he's sobbing. DEFINITELY clean. Well kept, grooms just about every day to every other day, and I feel like there's a fifty fifty chance he also dyes his pubes blonde. I can see him doing that. But this man hates being dirty at all. And tell me why I feel like his hipster ass smells like pumpkin spice all year round? All in all, a well kept, bratty little bitch.

match up request: hihi!! im not sure if your match-ups are still open but if not feel free to ignore this! My name's Ink(not really my name but i just like the word ink soo) my mbti is ENTP ennegram 7w6 and im a scorpio i dont rlly know about my uhh the other zodiac thingies(*°∀°)=3 appearance???I am 160cm tall! my hair is like Venti's/Lumine's(genshin im srry if you dont play (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)) but it's only black ohh did i mention that im pan and (any pronouns) nonbinary?? also the things i like to do?? i like tooooo draw,play games,read manga and watch anime sometimes i like to play piano,as for the things i dislike! the only things i dislike are bugs‼️ any type of bugs theyre all so icky for me. what i look for in someone/relationship? im not really sure myself (*´∇`) but someone who's fun to be around with the type who knows when its time to joke around and when it isn't or someone really caring and gentle. i think i have to say some stuff for what my personality is or smth?? I space out alot my ways of coping with things is humor٩( ᐛ )( ᐖ )۶ i can get annoyed pretty easily but i won't really show it uhh idk i think thats it?? i cant really think if anything else. ANYWAYS thats all thank youu ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡ (apologies if some just dont make sense)

I match you with...

¡! Ryuguji Ken [Draken] ¡!

why?

he is your balance, your stability and security, he keeps you in reality and you keep him more laid back, you bring out what you lack and that is the besg for you two

general headcanons :

¡! SFW ¡!

you met at his bike store.

you were looking for a shelter because of the heavy rain, all of your clothes were wet and maybe you were soon to catch a cold, a door of a store was open with a person standing there trying to close it, you ran towards him trying to not slip in the way, he saw you and let you enter, no words exchanged until he asked if you wanted something, lending you a towel and a jacket for you to get a bit warm again, hours passed by and you left after the rain stopped, leaving behind your jacket and taking with you the jacket he gave you, without noticing you had the wrong one.

days later you came again to the shop and exchanged numbers with him, somehow it was easy to mantain a conversation with a total stranger.

and since then you have been talking, a serious man in the outside but a total sweetheart in the inside

on your last unofficial date you went to a fancy restaurant, he confessed when he left you at your door entrance, giving you a passionate kiss when you said you reciprocated him, and left to his place a blushing mess.

a long lasting relationship for sure, if you wanna get married and have kids then he is the one for you

but if you don't then he all in too, as long as he is by your side he'll be very happy ^^

with love, for: anon ♡

I hope you enjoy your domesticity with this man, he will be the best for sure

♉︎ Ryuguji Ken [Draken] ♉︎

— with a touchy male! s/o //

just changed my theme, new theme, new me 😘

send in requests (not match ups please 💀) whatever genre, smut or angst better

TOKREV WORKS BEING PLAGIARIZED‼️

an anon has informed me of this wattpad user @/bestmanjironista copying and translating works without permission. here is the link of the ‘book’ they made containing tokrev works.

works contain both sfw to nsfw. unfortunately, i don’t know the original authors of most these works here, so i’ll be placing this post under the tokrev tags. if you recognize any of these works and know their authors, pls contact them and inform them about this issue !!

tagging @everafterkeiji i saw your headcanon works there :(

[ i’m really sorry if i’m clogging the x reader tags. i don’t know of any other way to have tokrev authors who got their work translated and stolen without permission see this. ]

helloooo! apparently tags aren't working for me so Ima do a test hehe

match up request: Hi! I wanted to request a tokyo revengers match up pls ♡

NAME/NICKNAMES: my nicknames are Mag or Maggie. my name is Magali

MY PERSONALITY: calm with strangers but once you get to know me. I'm a total chaos I overthink things A LOT. calm with strangers but once you get to know me I'm a total chaos. I get distracted very easily. VERY clingy and annoying with my friends and people I care. about my love language is physical touch and quality time. scorpio sun, capricorn moon and capricorn rising. my mbti is INFP :)and my favorite color is green. also i'm argentinian and spanish is my first language (sorry if I spelled something wrong).

MY PRONOUNS: she/her

WHAT I LIKE/DISLIKE: i like outdoors, hanging out with friends, animals, movies, painting. i dislike staying in my house, when people tell me what to do, meeting new people for the first time. i'm studying art education and filmmaking

WHAT I LOOK LIKE: my height is 1.53, my bodytype is hourglass with big thighs and big boobs (one of my biggest insecurities tbh), i'm recoverying from an ed and i'm still very insecure about how i look like, my hair is wavy I dyed it red myself, brown eyes, a few piercings and tattoos, and i have a resting bitch face. I basically look like my icon

WHAT I WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP: someone loyal that won't get bored of me (that's it jjsksksk)

PREFERENCES: bi with a preference for men. I'm not comfortable with Kisaki, Taiju or Muto

I'm okay with fluff, comfort or smut. Thank u so much! 💖

I match you with...

¡! Ryuguji Ken "Draken" ¡!

Why?

because you mix so well together. He wanted somewhere safe and secure and you gave him that and more! your relationship is based in trust and companility.

¡! SFW ¡!

you met in Shibuya. you were looking for some clothes when you accidently bumped at a stranger, a tall one apparently, and he was intimidating to say the least, you apologized quickly and tried to stand up but to your surprise he was a gentleman, very careful when lifting you up. you exchanged a few words and you clicked in that instant, something very natural.

weeks passed, you were buying a gift for your mother, her birthday was near and you went to Shibuya again. the gift was already wrapped and you were going for ice cream to end the day. In the ice cream shop you saw a duo, one of the boys was someone you thought you already knew, and you were right. Draken noticed the staring snd when he realized it was you he approached you to talk, a small boy was following him. Draken treated you for the ice cream and you exchanged numbers.

since then you started talking and things came to a more romantic aspect, he asked you out to the same ice cream shop, sunset came and you were enjoying your dessert while watching the city light, it was very beautiful but what was more beautiful was the way Draken saw you, appreciating every small detail of your face, and getting near it too. "did I ever told you you are beautiful?" he grabbed your chin to get a better view of you and kissed your lips. you returned the kiss and started making out in a very romantic way. at the end he asked you to be his girlfriend and the ice cream was long forgotten.

you met Mikey first out of all of his friends, he judged you. nothing to. serious but yeah. you became friends afterwards.

introduced the gang leaders after a couple months, mitsuya was the nicest to you.

he holds your hand in public

in special ocassions, grabs you by the waist to walk together

cheek kisses

he loves when you massage his scalp

asks you to help him shave his head

also asks you to braid his hair

whenever he can, gets ready with you in the morning

I headcanon him to have lots of stray dogs so would love to take them out with you, and that you help him name them

gives you his generic shirts, yk the ones with stripes and triangles

compares your height with him

kinda possesive, in a good way tho

trusts you 100%

about Emma, he made sure to clarify his feelings for you, and after a while you both became good friends

tells you about his dream of opening a bike shop often

marathon movie dates

bike ride dates

doesn't care about you being clingy or needy, finds it cute

money talking is no problem with you, will buy almost everything you want

marks your tattoos with his hand

will support you in everything, wants you to study and fulfill your dreams

super sweet in private

he is your personal bodyguard and cuddle boy

¡! NSFW ¡!

size kink

you are so small compared to him

always fears if you can take him complete, obviously you can

does surprise when he sees you swallowing him complete

crazy for u because your pussy feels so tight around him

big boy, big dick

6'3 in, darker than his skin, will shave if you ask him to, if not, just trimmed

dom

loves your body the way it is, and isn't afraid to show it

praises you a lot

but when you are giving him a blowjob degrades you, yk for pleasure purposes

always apologizes after degrading you

sit on his face

he loves it, loves to make you cum in his tongue

breeding kink too

but won't fill you up if you ask to

fucks you like there is no tomorrow

doggy when he is being rough

likes you to be loud, would try to do the same to keep the feeling going

foreplay is very important to him

fav position is mating press

would like to exchange nudes with you

always with permission, never exposes them

kinda into exhibitionism

not a fan of anal things

open to new things, nothing to extreme

face fucks you

aftercare is always on point

will wash and clean you after the whole thing. super serious and philosofic talks too

I also match you with...

¡! Sano Shinichiro ¡!

con amor, para: @venusenescorpi0

espero te haya gustado linda, perdón por tardarme un poquito, es que estaba algo ocupada. me alegra que gente de Argentina vea mi contenido! tkm<3

¡! song recommendation ¡!

hey can I have headcanons of draken, mikey and angry with a flirty and touchy male s/o who’s taller and stronger than them. He’s also taller and initiates a whole bunch of pda in public.

With a touchy male! s/o // Draken + Mikey + Angry

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of a brothel, nothing serious really

A.N: this is so cute! I've never written for male reader and honestly I enjoyed it a lot, just the best for our boys. Likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated, reposts are not allowed! 💖

Draken:

He is a collected man, always acting mature, but he can't help the blush that appears on his cheeks everytime you hug him from the back.

When he first met you he was intrigued of someone so tall, compared your height with Hanma at some point.

He wants confirmations of your love for him constantly and you being clingy just works wonders.

Prefers you being touchy in private, but coming off as someone affectionate when you are jealous makes Draken proud and crazy for you.

"Who is this, baby?" you say as you wrap your arms around his waist. "someone that worked at the brothel, she is asking how I am", "oh, I assure you he is just fine, darling" you peck his cheek while squeezing his torso. she gets the intention of your glares and goes away after saying her goodbye's. "boy, you are gonna get me in trouble one day" he says as he chuckles and returns the kiss.

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Mikey:

He is a natural needy person so you being just like him or even more is not something that surprises him, he expects it on the other hand.

Your height is super useful for him, like, you can get the cereal on the top corner for him without a problem.

And your strength is definitely a plus during fights, he knows you can take care of yourself and doesn't have to worry all the time about your well-being, also you can be part of Toman and help him more!

Enjoys cuddling with you a lot, he does want you to baby him, still he'll give as much love as possible.

One time he invited you to watch movies in his place. he didn't watch anything, he just slept in your lap the whole time, not that it bothers you.

¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡! ¡!

Angry:

Flustered af.

He is shy and introverted and when you shower him with love around other people he is just gone.

He does get embarrassed too. not because he doesn't like it, he is just insecure and worries a lot of what people would think of a gay couple.

You reassure him everytime that its none of their bussiness, and that the only judges of their relationship are the ones who are inside the relationship. Angry and y/n.

Loves shoulder and neck pecks, but preferably reserve neck things when you are alone hehe he would have a massive pink color in his face that not even a mask could hide.

Smiley is a bit annoying when it comes to your privacy, but after seeing you fight in one of Toman's raids kept a distance.

Angry is actually smiling when you cuddle with him, so call him Souya instead :]

NO CAUSE YALL ARE SERIOUSLY SLEEPING ON THIS MAN I WOULD-

Look I’m close to cumming my pussy off

Say Daddy-

I mean… TAKUMI KITAMURA’s name for the crowd in the back please🤪

Takemichi’s live actor… he’s packing I know it’s big

Fucking shit. Just wow. This close into cumming. Just real close.

He looks so fucking good oh my god … I want him to rail me so fucking bad …

I would just like to say something . To all of you that keep reading my cummy fics I love you guys so much ESPECIALLY MY FOLLOWERS I WOULDNT BE HERE IF IT WERENT FOR YOU GUYS HONESTLY I DEADASS AM SO GRATEFUL FOR EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU AND I LOVE YALL WHAT MORE CAN I SAY OMG🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL MY FELLOW BIMBOS❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ MAY ALL OF YALL HAVE SAFE SEGGS OR Head LOL. A BIG HORNY READING SLEEPOVER (shut up ik it sounds wrong) 🥰❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

To more Tokyo revengers and maybe Jujustu Kaisen smut🥰 (+aot too cause new season👅)

Wakasa or Chifuyu said this.

On a rainy day.

What did I just read and why am I feeling heat in areas where I’m not suppose to be feeling heat

I fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I go to work, I go to school, but when I come home, I fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I spend Christmas with my family and stare blankly out the window as my siblings unwrap their presents because I can’t wait to get home and fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. Sometimes I throw wild Great Gatsby esque parties where I hover over my guests from the second floor and while I enjoy the lifestyle, I’m burdened by a profound loneliness because all I’m really thinking about is fetishizing fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I love fetishizing fictional men and their fictional dick and balls. I love it so much that every second I spend not fetishizing fictional men and their fictional dick and balls I’m having American Psycho esque daydreams where I brutally slaughter my corporate competitors because I yearn for an escape from backhanded platitudes and my own catharsis-less sociopathic tendencies that capitalist America has forced upon me. Also because I am desperate to go home and fetishize fictional men and their fictional dick and balls.

Daddy!Wakasa x babyg reader

Wakasa is the type to intensely gaze upon your shaky, juicy, semen coated thighs, grope and aggressively tug on his sensitive tip to desperately cum all over your stomach. Just the mere thought and view of your battered,raspberry coloured, swollen plump cunt effortlessly releasing hot juices already left him hard enough to prolong his appetite just cause. Hair all tousled and wild, sticking to his thinly layered sweaty forehead, his breath hiccups and draws him back when you sweetly moan out his name to go faster. “Fuck baby, look what you’re doing to me” Wakasa grins exhaustively. Sweat dripping from his chin down his lean toned abdomen, each droplet following the curvature of his smooth yet brick toned 6 pack. His huffing and puffing getting louder, body limper,tip sensitive, stimulate from lust heightened right his final moans forced all his heavy cream on your pretty pelvic area.

Your head is abruptly picked up by his clear manicured long fingers, to then be met by hoarse voice. “Who’s my princess?”

“I am”

“Who makes you cum so hard through tears yet makes you crawl back for more”

“You do”

“Who’s pretty swollen pussy is this”

“Wakasa Imaushi”

Loosens grip to only strengthen it on your hair, forcing eye contact. The sight of his rosy slight chapped lips could have you creaming all over. Within each question, his voice deepens and closes up on your face until the tips of your noise touch. One boyish smirk subconsciously knocking you senseless, his tongue reaches out to lick on your bottom lip, suck it off and release with a light pop.

“Who’s your daddy?”

Being caught off guard by his whole ministration you attempt in regaining your composure yet failing“y-y-you are Wakasa. You’re my daddy”

“That’s my baby, stay put” leaving an innocent kiss to your cheek, Wakasa exits to tend to your needs, not catching your bewildered state.

Hey babesss I’m back and not feeling so good but I’ll keep my streak of posting more cause I missed y’all’s so much ☹️💕

Bestie your whole vibe, energy and blog finna make me act up! 😝😝 I'm so glad to meet someone who matches me in hornyyyy🥵 cus sis it's HARD out here in these streets for my black thirsty ass! Don't even get me started on my Tokyo rev boys, big Purr~ 🤪

Babe i just hope your room smell like your genitalia. That is the goal. I AM HAPPY THANK YOU THANK YOU❤️❤️❤️

I won't even lie myself sometimes my roastbeef looking coochie be shooting eletric sparks when I'm writing and LEGIT have to stop and

REQUESTS. NOW. I'M HORNY.

TW: MANIPULATION, VICTIM BLAMING, LYING ETC JUST READ AT OWN RISK

Mitsuya will say something so out of pocket during an argument and not really feel sorry but would still apologize. "Truth hurts". Will use micro degradation and you pick up on it but he calls you sensitive and humorless. Lowkey feels incredibly draining.

Chifuyu lies for fun. It's annoying and it lowkey makes the relationship crumble abit cause you don't even know the authentic him. Has you wondering if he is in it for the thrill of a relationship or just bullshit.

Draken is not aggressive but his voice. It's frightening. Not to mention can give you the cold shoulder for weeks without any guilt. Annoying. Will be too protective and all up in your personal space to a point where you gotta have the same password as him and gps track on you.???

Takemichi victim blames and is a prince at manipulating. He cares a lil but not enough to be vulnerable and open to his mistakes. Also seems like the type to force a new personality out of you just cause you act strange.

Kazutora is perfect leave him alone. He's literally the only one that seeked therapy🧍🏾‍♀️😘✋🏾(king at gaslighting)

Mikey. Why r we in a relationship in the first place?

Y'ALL I HIT 200???? THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH OMG I LOVE EACH AND EVERYONE OF Y'ALL

I GOT INSPO SO I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY WHAT'S COMING NEXT😡❤️❤️❤️❤️

I LOVE MY BIMBOS SO MUCH Y'ALL MEAN THE WOLRD TO ME

To more creampies and sweet thighs!!! ❤️

Sincerely,

a whore 💋💓

It's the way I'm cumming rn lol

I swear being full-blown horny with a headache is not soemthing to experience-

Still cumming though🤣⁉️

everyone in tokyo rev would have a bimbo gf

UM YES THE FUCK THEY WOULD

A HYPERSEXUAL, HIGH STANDARD, VANILLA FEMME FATALE SMELLING PORNSTAR BODY/FACE/ATTITUDE WALKING AROUND THEM?? AND AS THEIR S/O???? MY COOCH WOULD LITERALLY BE ON LIFE SUPPORT CAUSE OF THEIR PERSISTENT DICK DOW-

hello beautiful , I was just sitting in the hot ass Sun wondering what the whole Toman would be like with bimbo girlfriend so I wondering if write you would like to write something like you don’t have too tho xoxo

Stay beautiful and drink water and don’t stress xoxo

Do you want all the boys in toman cause let give you!!! Plus you're hot you deserve head❤️

Mikey - baby in my opinion he just- he's overprotective and lowkey amazed with how you kinda act oblivious (lol🤪). He really enjoys spending time with you but hey hey sometimes he needs space too and it's a lil hard running awhole gang and you complaining about which juicy couture looks better. Dates around the street food venues are a must, naps at parks but baby your gonna smell like grass so you sit on his lap. Speaking of lap, the meetings. You just love grinding on it don't you little slut? He's suprisingly clingy and sometimes wrinkles your top but he swear he doesn't mean it (maybe cause your nipples were kinda perking out) He wants you to get nipple piercings? And he LOVES it when you wear the colours sapphire blue, ruby red, princess pink or gold you look so out of his league. He gives out wholesome compliments but with roasts at the end lol. Typical. But he makes it up with a kiss to your collarbone. Regardless he'll always be there for you, sneak into your room to cuddle you and your suffocating breeable cunt<3 p.s he keeps your hair ties underneath his pillow as an omen for sweet wet dreams😙

Mitsuya - Oh love he's such a closeted perv. Literally y'all just finished fucking and he wants you to pull his hair and moan in his ear?? Coffee dates and amusement parks. Y'all have so many polaraids/fuji of each other it's insane (him mostly). Not to mention sexy polaroids for his experimental designs lmao perv. He's just so- perfect. Literally cooks for you even if you offer to do it yourself, he hates it. Loves leaving you to babysit his sisters, they already call you their second mom? AWN MY HEART PLEASE. This man is so pussy whipped he'll hear you complain about your Shoujo manga collection not being colour corresponding. Until he's fed up himself and fucks you shut. <3

Draken. This long dick mature motherfucker. He's one to keep. A 4lifer. I dare you to make him jealous I'll beat you myself. But, it's hot though. Look this man will die for you and literally carry you for blocks with a wounded injury okay?! He can handle your cries on perfume scent mismatching your cream scent but jeez it's just PERFUME. He finds so cute though. His sarcasm and sometimes seriousness makes you cackle so hard you gotta hold in yoir breaths. He doesn't get why you have tiktok, just to shake ass and watch memes? Bitch give him an ass show, he'll make you forget about that app. You love hanging with the girls at the brothel tbh they your sisters. Literally nothing to them is taboo, even your sex life with him they give out tips and oh baby do they work. The type to randomly blurt out "you smell fuckable" infront of the gang?&#4) overall a 4lifer. He's a dream I need a daddy like him.

More requests I'm horny😍

Also the other requests are currently in my draft I'm planning on releasing them unexpectedly ya know? Stay tuned my bimbos💖😡❤️

Rindou Haitani and pet play with his s/o.

I'm sorry but he's messy. Like so fucking messy. I'm talking excess saliva on your chest and him licking that shit off just to hear you purr for him

"your taste never fails to get me hard baby fuck I can't wait to spilt you open for me like a lost cub.. You want that? Want my fat cock to make you feel better? Hm? What's the matter love? Speak up.

Hi, I just need more of this: To be Mikey's girl, but draken can fuck you when he feels like it.

Do you want my money? My credit card? What do you want?

If it involves Draken of any sort, Mikey doesn't give a flying fuck. 'Go ahead fuck her while I eat my lunch' type of vibe. Even moments when Mikey is not really mentally stable, Draken is literally the pillar for you. And also because he has a fuck coc-

Let me tell you something if there's one thing I assume about Draken is that he KNOWS your spots (even ones you had no clue existed) and will literally bring the whore out of you. He does it with hella charm and class. He can be messy though. I'm talking in the kitchen, bathroom sink, floor, GARDEN (his favorite place cause you remind him of flowers and it's an inside joke too cause you know he DEFLOWERED you in the garden ahah)

Expect alot of threesomes actually. Any position that makes you comfortable is all they really need cause they can take it! And if they can take it they expect you to TAKE TWO you have enough holes, the more the merrier🥵

Sex tapes. Sex tapes. Mikey fucking your throat with his prominent vein feeling up on your trachea and bihhhh where's the gag reflex?? Throat God. He's groaning so loud and keeps vomiting out praises. "Good job baby" "Yes yes yes yes oh YES" Speeds it up, you got tears in your eyes and keeping the eye contact on lock (where do you practice lol). But can you really pay attention to Mikey when Long dick Draken is fucking your gummies up? Re-arranging your guts to fit his aspects? His hand right on your neck feeling Mikey's throat bulge and showing off hints of jealousy due to your full attention on Mikey. I- this man. Slow. Deep. Strokes. He. Kissed. Your. G. Spot. You had to stop and sing a fucking melody cause what the fuck. He so unpredictable cause he's slow then ANIMALISTIC FAST THEN NORMAL THEN FREESTYLE BITCH

"You're so sexy when you forget ti follow orders baby" hand to your throat, yanks you away from Mikey's dick and abuses that hole so bad

Now where to cum it all depends on you tbh but they REALLY like your chest and ass. Maybe give them harsh slaps and hickeys right before or after cumming. And hesvy nipple play to overstimulate you

Okay babes, I can't feel horny alone my requests are opened