❝𝙇𝙀𝙏'𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙊𝙏𝙊𝙍𝘾𝙔𝘾𝙇𝙀!❞ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐎 - 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 In which, y/n does some crazy shit with the two brothers... Because, 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗡𝗢𝗧? A whole lotta warnings for this book/ disclaimers found on the first page! ___________________________________________ All characters aged up! (time-skips!!!) Fanarts used in this book go to all artists that put time into their amazing work! No fanarts belong to me!!! Tokyo Revengers along with characters all belong to the Author and Illustrator of the manga - Ken Wakui. This is just a fanfiction that has no plot in the original manga. Plot belongs to me! Without further ado, I hope you like this story <3 ... 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 01, 31, 2022 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 08, 16, 2024

Deno is unapologetic about how much he loves Tripp. His feelings are loud, obsessive, and impossible to miss, pushing him to extremes just to make Tripp understand that what he feels is real. Tripp refuses to face it. He dismisses Deno's devotion as too much, too intense, convincing himself that whatever exists between them doesn't mean anything at all. When Deno's presence begins to feel distant, something quietly changes. The shift forces Tripp to sit with emotions he's long ignored, revealing that denial can only last so long before the truth demands to be seen.

Both dominant, both love a challenge...what could go right?

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Loki always lived his life unapologetically.Some people could get with it and others? Simply got left. Loki didn't sweat the small stuff.Better yet? He barely sweated anything at all. When a mysterious young man named Kaiser crosses Loki path multiple times, on multiple different occasions, Loki finds himself slowly but surely getting sucked into his twisted mind, and starts to wonder if maybe he has a twisted mind of his own?

Kairo is scared his autism will stop him from finding love.

"You're always talking about chocolate..." - his fingers slid under Sasha's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned closer, lips ghosting his ear - "but tell me, baby... would you let me find out if you're just as sweet?" Sasha blinking up at him, soft and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed: "Wha-? You're... you're weird," he mumbled, wriggling but not really pulling away, his little fingers gripping Dominic's shirt. Then, quieter, as his pout deepened. "...But you can't eat me. 'M not chocolate..." Dominic's lips curled into a dark, hungry smirk as he murmured back: "Oh, baby... you taste better than chocolate. And don't worry-" his fingers traced the line of Sasha's throat - "I don't plan on stopping at just one bite." ---- He was sugar in human form. Sweet. Fluffy. And a little messy around the edges. Sasha Clarke doesn't understand grumpy people - especially not the kind who glare at his chocolate cake like it personally offended them. But when a surly, sharp-eyed stranger mistakes him for his blind date and hijacks his afternoon, Sasha's world gets a whole lot more... interesting. Dominic Vale doesn't do sweet. Not desserts, not people, and definitely not wide-eyed little twinks who talk too much and lick frosting off their fingers without a care in the world. But there's something about Sasha - the way he giggles through his pouts, the way he makes everything soft and warm without even trying - that gets under his skin. He tells himself it's just a passing craving. But Sasha? Sasha plans to make sure Dominic gets hooked. A story of chocolate, sass, and a grumpy man who never stood a chance against sugar in human form.

Adonis has always hated Romero. Romero has always thought Adonis was rude. When Adonis is asked to help Romero with an job, they both realize maybe they were wrong about each other.

We often wait for love to arrive like a thunderstorm-dramatic, life-changing, and impossible to miss. But more often, love is like the air: constant, vital, and invisible until you stop to feel it. "Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."