#mitsuya x reader

[parfaitmq]

Girl math

[littlepumpky]

“How they react when you getting flirted at” // Tokyo Revengers

Charakters: Mikey, Sanzu, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Ran, Rindou, Izana, Hanma

Synopsis: It always happens the same way. You’re just minding your business — at work, at the bar, on the street — when some stranger decides they have a right to your attention. They lean in too close, their words sticky with unwanted confidence, their hands brushing where they don’t belong. You tell them no, you step away, but they don’t listen.

And then he’s there.

Your boyfriend.

Mikey (Sano Manjiro):

It was one of those lazy afternoons, the kind where Mikey insisted the two of you needed a snack break. His eyes had lit up when he spotted a convenience store, and of course, you ended up being dragged inside by the hand.

You were standing at the counter with your things—snacks, drinks, and of course, a pack of dorayaki for him—when the cashier gave you a grin that lingered a little too long.

“Damn… you’ve got a really pretty smile. Bet you make a lot of people’s day with it.”

You blinked, caught off guard. You opened your mouth to answer politely, but before a single word left you, you felt the warmth of someone pressing up against your back.

Mikey leaned against you, chin settling comfortably on your shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His arms slipped around your waist, holding you a little too tightly for it to be casual.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. His face looked calm, but you knew him well enough to see the little shift in his eyes—the softness was gone, replaced with a faint sharpness that made your stomach flutter.

“Oi.” His voice was lazy, but there was no mistaking the edge in it. “They’re mine. Don’t look at them like that.”

The cashier froze, clearing their throat and quickly focusing back on ringing up the snacks.

Mikey didn’t let go of you until you both walked out of the store, bag in hand. His expression was neutral, maybe even a little blank, but you noticed the way his fingers were curled tight around yours as you walked.

You tugged on his hand lightly. “Mikey… you didn’t have to get so jealous. It was just a comment.”

He puffed his cheeks, looking away with an exaggerated pout, like a child who’d been told no candy. “Tch. I didn’t like it. You’re my girlfriend. Why should anyone else be smiling at you like that?”

There it was—his real feelings, wrapped up in his childish stubbornness. It made you laugh softly, though you reached over and brushed your thumb against his cheek to ease him out of his sulking.

“Hey,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of his lips, soft and quick, “you don’t have to worry. I only want you.”

Mikey blinked at you, stunned for a beat. Then, almost without thinking, he tugged on your hand, pulling you a little closer until your chest bumped lightly against his. His pout wavered.

“…That wasn’t enough,” he muttered under his breath. Before you could ask what he meant, he leaned forward and caught your lips in a proper kiss—warm, slow, lingering just long enough to make your heart skip.

When he pulled back, his grin was wide and boyish, his forehead resting against yours. “Heh. Much better. Now I believe you.”

You shook your head, laughing under your breath, but your cheeks were warm as he dug into the bag and pulled out the dorayaki. He tore it open, took a bite, then held the rest out to you with a grin.

“…I’ll even share with you. Just this once.”

And that was Mikey—jealous one moment, laughing the next, stealing kisses in between bites of dorayaki, but never letting go of your hand the entire way home.

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Chifuyu Matsuno:

The shop was quiet that afternoon. You were standing at the counter while Chifuyu disappeared down an aisle to grab food for Peke J. Left alone for a moment, you idly scrolled through your phone, waiting.

That’s when someone walked in—a tall guy, about your age, who glanced at you and immediately gave a smile that lingered a little too long.

“Wow… didn’t expect to run into someone as good-looking as you here. You come here often?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, and gave a polite, noncommittal nod. “Sometimes.”

The guy leaned an elbow on the counter, clearly not deterred.

“Guess I’ll have to start coming here more often then. You’d make the trip worth it.”

You shifted your weight uncomfortably, about to respond when the sound of footsteps caught your ear. Chifuyu came back around the corner, balancing two bags of food in his arms. He froze mid-step, watching for just a moment as the stranger leaned toward you with that grin.

“So… do you have a boyfriend? Or maybe someone like me could take you out sometime?”

You opened your mouth, but before you could answer, Chifuyu was there. He set the bags down a little harder than necessary, the thud making the stranger straighten. Sliding an arm around your waist, Chifuyu pulled you gently but firmly against his side.

His voice was calm, but there was a little tremble under it, the kind that came with barely controlled nerves.

“Yeah, they do. Me. I’m their boyfriend.”

The stranger blinked, smirk faltering for a second. He gave a dismissive shrug. “Relax, man. I was just talking.”

Chifuyu’s grip around you tightened ever so slightly. His green eyes narrowed, but he forced a small, polite smile.

“Talking’s fine. Flirting with someone else’s partner isn’t. So maybe you should stop.”

Something in his tone made the other guy glance away awkwardly. With a mumbled excuse, the stranger walked off toward the shelves, leaving the two of you at the counter.

Chifuyu exhaled a little too quickly, like he’d been holding his breath the entire time. His hand was still firmly on your waist, and you turned to look at him.

“Chifuyu…” You smiled softly. “You didn’t have to get so serious.”

His cheeks went pink instantly. He rubbed the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on you but clearly flustered. “I know, I know. But I hate it when people talk to you like that. It… makes me feel like I might not be good enough for you.”

Your heart softened at how vulnerable he sounded. You reached up, brushing your hand along his jaw, making him finally look at you.

“You’re more than enough. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone.”

His eyes widened at the words, lips parting slightly as though he couldn’t quite believe you said it so easily. Then, slowly, his boyish smile spread across his face, his blush deepening.

“…You’re gonna kill me one of these days,” he muttered, leaning down so his forehead touched yours for a second. Then, with a laugh, he pressed a quick kiss to your temple.

For the rest of the visit, his hand stayed firmly wrapped around yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles absentmindedly—as if to remind himself you were real, and you were his.

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Mitsuya Takashi:

It was a sunny afternoon, the perfect day to take Luna and Mana out to the playground. Mitsuya had been insisting they needed fresh air, and you happily tagged along, holding the picnic bag while he held both his sisters’ tiny hands.

The girls ran off to the swings as soon as they spotted them, laughing loudly. You and Mitsuya followed, sitting on a nearby bench where you could watch. Mitsuya leaned back, his shoulders relaxed as he smiled at the sight of them.

“Thanks for coming with us,” he murmured, his hand brushing against yours on the bench before he linked your fingers together. “They always love when you’re around.”

You gave him a soft smile, squeezing his hand. “I love being around them.”

It was peaceful—until a voice interrupted.

“Hey there. Haven’t seen you around here before.”

You looked up to see a man standing nearby, hands in his pockets, flashing you a confident grin.

“Uh… hi,” you said politely, shifting a little.

The man took a step closer, ignoring Mitsuya completely.

“You know, you’ve got a really nice smile. Bet you make a lot of people fall for you with it.”

Mitsuya straightened slightly, his calm eyes narrowing just a fraction. He didn’t say anything yet, letting you handle it, but his hand around yours tightened almost protectively.

You gave a small, awkward laugh. “That’s kind of you to say.”

The man leaned in a bit more.

“Kind, but true. I was wondering… maybe after this, you’d like to grab a coffee with me? You don’t look like you’ve got company.”

That was when Mitsuya finally stood, his shadow falling over you both. His voice was calm, polite, but carried no room for argument.

“Actually, they do. With me.”

The man blinked, looking him over. “Oh… I didn’t realize.”

Mitsuya’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you gently against his side. His expression stayed soft, but there was a firmness in his gaze that made the man quickly backpedal.

“Sorry about that.”

Without another word, he left, heading toward another part of the park.

Mitsuya exhaled quietly, sitting back down with you still tucked close against him. His hand moved to brush over yours again, thumb stroking gently.

“Sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” he said, his voice low. “I don’t like when people talk to you like that. I know you’d never say yes, but still… I can’t help wanting to make sure you’re safe.”

You turned your head to look at him, warmth filling your chest. His lavender eyes softened when he saw your smile.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you murmured. “I like how you protect me.”

He chuckled quietly, leaning closer until his forehead pressed lightly against yours. “You’ll make me blush if you say things like that.”

From the swings, Luna’s voice carried across the playground. “Brother! Come push us!”

He laughed, pulling away reluctantly but brushing a kiss across your temple before standing. “Duty calls. But just so you know…” He gave you a smile that was equal parts warm and teasing. “…you’re mine. And I’ll always make sure people remember that.”

With that, he jogged over to his sisters, leaving you on the bench with your heart fluttering.

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Sanzu Haruchiyo:

The streets were unusually quiet that night as you walked home. Too quiet. You could hear your own footsteps echoing against the pavement, and behind them… another pair.

You tried to tell yourself it was nothing, that maybe it was just someone else going the same way. But every time you turned, the same man was there—close enough that you could hear his footsteps speed up when you did.

Finally, you ducked into a side street, fumbling with your phone. Your hands trembled as you scrolled to his contact and pressed call.

The line clicked almost instantly.

“Angel? What’s wrong?” His voice was sharp, not lazy like usual.

You swallowed hard, lowering your voice as you hurried your steps. “Haru… I think someone’s following me. He keeps… he keeps trying to talk to me. He won’t leave me alone.”

As if on cue, you heard the man behind you again.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t walk so fast. I just wanna talk. You look too pretty to be walking all by yourself.”

Your chest tightened, panic clawing at your throat. “He—he’s doing it again,” you whispered.

There was silence for a beat on the other end of the line. Then Sanzu’s voice dropped, low and steady.

“Listen to me. Keep walking, don’t run. I know exactly where you are—I’ll be there in three minutes. Can you hold on for me, baby?”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see. “Y-Yeah. Please hurry.”

The man behind you whistled, still trailing.

“Don’t be shy, doll. I can keep you company tonight. I’ll treat you real good.”

You flinched, gripping the phone tighter. “Haru—”

“I’m almost there,” he cut in, his voice firm. “I’m not hanging up, okay? Keep talking to me. I’ve got you.”

You tried to focus on his voice, letting it ground you as your footsteps echoed on the sidewalk. Then, out of nowhere, a black car screeched to a stop at the curb in front of you. The door flew open, and there he was—pink hair messy, eyes blazing as he stepped out.

The man behind you froze, startled, but Sanzu didn’t even glance at him. He walked straight to you, pulling you into his arms. His hand cupped the back of your head, and his voice softened for you alone.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you now. You did so good, calling me.”

Then his gaze lifted over your shoulder, and the warmth in his tone disappeared. His grin stretched sharp, dangerous.

“You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve, huh? Following my girl around like that.”

The man stammered, hands raised, but Sanzu’s laugh was quiet and cold, the kind that made your skin prickle. He didn’t move closer though—he didn’t want to scare you more. Instead, he kissed your temple and guided you toward the car.

“Get in, angel. Don’t look back.”

You did as he said, sliding into the passenger seat. Even through the closed door, you could still hear his voice—muffled, sharp, and terrifying as he gave the man one final warning that made your stomach twist.

When he finally slipped back into the driver’s seat, his grin softened, his hand immediately reaching to hold yours.

“You okay? Did he touch you?” His eyes searched yours frantically, as if he’d fall apart if the answer was yes.

You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes as you squeezed his hand. “No… you got here just in time.”

Relief washed over his face, and he leaned over to kiss your forehead.

“Good. Don’t ever scare me like that again,” he whispered, voice trembling just slightly now that the adrenaline was fading. “Next time, just call me sooner. I’ll always come for you.”

And as the car pulled away, his hand stayed wrapped tightly around yours, his thumb stroking gently against your skin—a silent promise that as long as he was around, no one would ever hurt you.

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Ran Haitani:

The club was louder than usual, the bass thudding through your chest as you moved through the crowd. You were only there because Ran had brought you along—he was handling some business for Bonten and didn’t want to leave you alone for the night.

He’d stepped away for a moment, telling you to wait near the bar where he could see you. That’s when it happened.

A man, tall and already tipsy, leaned against the counter beside you. His eyes swept over you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“Well, well… what’s someone like you doing here all alone?”

You shifted slightly, giving him a polite but firm look. “I’m not alone.”

The man smirked, undeterred.

“Could’ve fooled me. You’re too gorgeous to be sitting by yourself.”

Before you could answer, he reached out and brushed his fingers lightly against your arm, trailing them down toward your hand. You flinched back instantly, your stomach knotting.

And then—you felt it. That familiar arm wrapping casually but firmly around your shoulders, pulling you against a broad chest.

Ran.

He was smiling, but you knew better than anyone that smile was dangerous. He pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice smooth as silk when he spoke.

“Funny, I don’t remember giving permission for anyone to touch what’s mine.”

The man froze, eyes darting between you and Ran. “I-I didn’t know she was—”

Ran tilted his head, his braids brushing against his cheek as he leaned in closer, still smiling.

“Didn’t know? You didn’t ask either. That’s the problem.”

His tone was soft, but there was an edge underneath that made the man pale. He didn’t move, though, until Ran’s hand slid from your shoulder to your waist, tugging you flush against him. His lilac eyes never left the stranger’s.

“Now. You’re gonna apologize to my girl… and then you’re gonna walk away. Understand?”

The man muttered a quick apology, stumbling off into the crowd without another word. Only once he was gone did Ran’s expression soften. He turned to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You okay, doll?”

You nodded, though your chest was still tight. Ran frowned slightly at the look in your eyes, his thumb stroking against your cheek gently.

“Sorry I wasn’t quicker,” he murmured. “Shouldn’t have let you out of my arms for even a second in a place like this.”

Your lips curved faintly. “You can’t exactly guard me 24/7, Ran.”

He chuckled low, pressing his forehead against yours. “Wanna bet?”

Then he kissed you, soft but lingering, his jealousy melting into something sweeter. When he pulled back, that playful smile returned, but this time it was just for you.

“Guess I’ll have to keep you even closer tonight, huh? Can’t have every drunk idiot trying their luck with my girl.”

And true to his word, Ran didn’t let you out of his embrace for the rest of the night—his arm draped around your waist, his hand clasping yours, his presence a constant reminder that you were his and his alone.

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Rindou Haitani:

The night had been going smoothly. You were seated at a quiet corner table in one of Bonten’s clubs, waiting while Rindou finished a quick meeting. The music pulsed through the walls, the dim lights casting everything in soft red and violet.

You were scrolling through your phone when someone slid into the empty seat across from you. A stranger, drink in hand, flashing you a grin that made your skin prickle.

“Didn’t think I’d find someone this gorgeous sitting alone.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I’m actually—”

The man leaned forward, cutting you off, his hand brushing lightly across yours where it rested on the table.

“No need to explain. I like a little mystery. What do you say we ditch this place? I’ll show you a better time.”

You pulled your hand back quickly, your chest tightening. “I’m not interested.”

But he didn’t budge. His smirk only grew, and his knee brushed against yours under the table.

That was when the air shifted.

A shadow fell over the table, and before you even looked up, you felt the familiar tension in the air—the kind only Rindou carried. He stood beside you, his mismatched eyes locked on the stranger, his jaw tight.

The man glanced up, about to speak, but Rindou cut him off in a voice like ice.

“Move.”

The stranger blinked. “Hey, I was just—”

Rindou’s hand slammed down on the table, making the glasses rattle. His voice stayed low, but the edge was razor sharp.

“I said, move. Don’t touch what’s mine again.”

Something in his tone made the man’s confidence crumble instantly. He muttered an apology and scurried away without another word, disappearing into the crowd.

Silence lingered for a moment, heavy with the tension that still clung to Rindou. His shoulders were stiff, his breathing just a little too sharp. But when he turned to you, the storm in his eyes softened.

“Did he hurt you?” His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant.

You shook your head, reaching for his hand. “No. He just scared me a little.”

Rindou exhaled slowly, sitting down beside you and pulling you into his arms. His hold was firm, grounding, as if he needed the reassurance just as much as you did.

“I hate when people look at you like that,” he admitted, his words muffled against your hair. “It makes me… feel like I’m gonna lose you.”

You tilted your head back to meet his gaze, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “You’re not going to lose me, Rindou. Ever.”

His eyes searched yours, vulnerable in a way he rarely let anyone see. Then, with a quiet sigh, he leaned down and kissed you—gentle, lingering, full of all the emotions he couldn’t put into words.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“I’m keeping you close tonight. No arguments.”

And true to his word, for the rest of the night, his arm never left around you—his touch protective, steady, and full of silent promises.

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Izana Kurokawa:

Your shift at the bookstore had been quiet until he showed up.

A customer, a man maybe a few years older than you, stood by the counter with a book in hand—not to buy it, but to lecture you.

“See, you probably don’t get it,” he said with a chuckle, leaning against the counter like he owned it. “This author’s actually overrated. People only read him because the language is simple. You’d really benefit from reading someone deeper, someone you can learn from. Lucky for you, I know plenty.”

You gave a polite smile, trying not to sigh. “I’ve read him, actually. And I liked his work.”

He grinned smugly, clearly not listening.

“Oh, that’s cute. But you’re only seeing the surface. Let me explain—”

And on he went, gesturing dramatically, drowning you in half-baked “analysis” as though you hadn’t already formed your own opinion. Worse, he kept leaning in closer, lowering his voice like he was letting you in on some big secret.

That’s when the door chime rang.

You looked up, relief flooding you the second you saw him—Izana, stepping inside with that calm, confident air that always drew attention without him trying. He had his hands in his pockets, his eyes immediately finding you.

At first, he smiled faintly, about to greet you—until he noticed the man leaning far too close over your counter. His smile froze. His expression shifted, sharp and unreadable, as he walked toward you.

The man barely noticed until Izana was standing right behind him.

“You know,” Izana’s voice was smooth, quiet, but cutting, “you’re taking up space she doesn’t want to give you.”

The man turned, scoffing. “And who are you? I was just having a conversation.”

Izana tilted his head, that faint smile returning—but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“No. You weren’t. You were talking at her. There’s a difference.”

The man’s face flushed, defensive. “She was listening—”

Izana cut him off, stepping just a fraction closer, his presence overwhelming despite his calm tone.

“She listens because she’s polite. Not because she wants you. If you were half as smart as you pretend to be, you’d notice her eyes.”

The man faltered, glancing toward you. You hadn’t realized how tense your expression had gotten until Izana pointed it out.

Izana’s smile widened slightly, satisfied. Then he turned fully toward you, softening in an instant as he reached out to brush his fingers lightly against yours over the counter.

“My girl’s never been shy about telling me what she likes,” he said gently, his gaze locking with yours. “And she’s made it very clear—it’s me. Not some stranger who thinks quoting books makes him interesting.”

The man’s jaw tightened, but he knew better than to argue. Muttering something under his breath, he grabbed his jacket and left.

Silence settled, and Izana finally let out a quiet breath, turning his full attention back to you. His thumb stroked the back of your hand as his voice softened, only for you now.

“You okay, love?”

You nodded, though you exhaled shakily. “Yeah… I just didn’t know how to get rid of him.”

Izana tilted his head, studying you with that soft intensity only he had. Then he leaned in, lowering his voice so only you could hear.

“Next time, don’t waste your energy. You don’t owe men like that a smile, or your patience. You only owe me this—”

Before you could ask, his hand slid to cup your jaw, and he kissed you.

It wasn’t hurried—it was slow, deliberate, his lips molding against yours in a way that left no doubt. The kind of kiss that made your heart stutter and reminded you exactly where you belonged.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his voice soft but laced with a possessive edge.

“You don’t need their approval. You’re mine. And I’ll never let anyone forget it.”

Your lips curved, warmth spreading through your chest as you whispered, “Good. Because I don’t want anyone but you.”

For the first time since he walked in, Izana’s smile turned warm, genuine—one reserved only for you. He pressed another lingering kiss to your lips, softer this time, before pulling away with a satisfied glint in his lavender eyes.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

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Hanma Shuji:

You were waiting near the bar, nursing a drink, when you felt a presence come up far too close.

A stranger leaned in, his arm brushing against yours on the counter.

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be drinking alone,” he murmured, eyes dragging down your figure.

You shifted away politely. “I’m fine, thanks.”

But he didn’t take the hint. Instead, his hand grazed your lower back, lingering just a little too long. You stiffened, stepping sideways. He followed.

“C’mon, don’t be shy. I can treat you better than whoever you’re waiting for.”

Your pulse spiked, unease prickling at your skin. You tried to angle yourself away again, but he stepped in front of you this time, effectively boxing you against the counter. The stranger was relentless. Every time you shifted away, he stepped closer, brushing your arm, letting his fingers graze your waist like he had a right to touch you. Your patience snapped the moment his hand slid too close to your hip—you flinched back hard, bumping into a solid chest.

Strong hands steadied you, and a familiar chuckle curled against your ear.

“Aw, doll, you didn’t tell me we were playing tag. And here I thought you only ran into me like that when you wanted something.”

Your breath caught—Hanma.

The stranger turned, annoyed at first, but froze when he met Hanma’s mismatched gaze and that sharp, stretched grin.

Hanma tilted his head, eyes flicking lazily from you to the man.

“Lemme guess… you thought if you cornered her long enough, she’d magically forget how to say ‘no,’ huh?”

The man bristled. “I was just talking to her—”

Hanma snorted, laughter spilling loud and mocking, making a few heads turn.

“Talking? Buddy, if that’s what you call it, I’d hate to hear what you sound like when you’re begging.”

The man flushed, his mouth opening to argue, but Hanma leaned forward just slightly, still grinning but with an edge that cut like glass.

“See, here’s the thing. She doesn’t need you explaining yourself. She doesn’t need your hands on her. And she sure as hell doesn’t need you pretending she wanted it. Y’know what she needs?”

He tightened his hold on your hip, pulling you back against him as he smiled down at you instead. His voice dropped, smoother, softer, but still loud enough for the man to hear.

“She needs me. And lucky for both of us—I’m right here.”

The stranger’s jaw clenched, but Hanma just waved him off lazily, almost bored.

“Go on, scram. Before I really start having fun.”

And just like that, the man vanished into the crowd, mumbling an apology on his way out.

Hanma turned you gently to face him, his grin softening as he searched your eyes.

“He didn’t scare you too bad, did he, doll?”

You shook your head, though your hands were still tight around his jacket. “I just… didn’t like how he kept touching me.”

Hanma’s smile thinned, and for a heartbeat, his eyes darkened. He tilted your chin up, leaning in until his lips brushed against yours.

“Then let me remind you what real touch feels like.”

His kiss crashed down—deep, claiming, searing away every trace of the stranger’s hands until there was only him. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, mismatched eyes glinting with mischief again.

“Mm. Much better. Now everybody here knows—you’re mine.”

And the rest of the night, his arm stayed draped over you like a brand, daring anyone else to even think about testing him.

[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

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eren, jean, levi (aot) geto, megumi, toji, nanami (jjk) SUNARIN, hinata, iwaizumi, akaashi (hq) reo, chigiri, rin, sae (blue lock) draken, wakasa, mitsuya (tokyorev) giyuu, sanemi (demon slayer) and anyone else you'd like!

all feedback is extremely appreciated, sorry for the inactivity!🥹🫶🏻

[wnapelolaiss]

How ToMan reacts to you in lingerie

cw: NSFW, lingerie, suggestive content, mild sexual touching, teasing, possessive behavior, established relationships, implied intimacy.

The ToMan boys react to you modeling lingerie for them — flustered stares, bold comments, and reactions that range from soft admiration to dangerous temptation…

Featuring: Mikey, Baji, Mitsuya, Draken, Kazutora, Smiley, Angry, Chifuyu, Inui, Takemichi, Ran, Rindo & Izana.

Keisuke Baji

—You want me to sit there and just watch you model lingerie for me?—he asked, arms crossed. You nodded, watching him raise his eyebrows.

—Yes —you saw him make a face.

—No, hell no. For your own good, it’s better if you give your own opinion about them —he turned around and walked out of the room. Just like that.

—Well, your loss —you sang as you headed to the bathroom to change. If you knew your boyfriend well enough, then he’d be outside waiting even if he had refused.

When you came out, you confirmed it, letting out a small laugh.

Half of his body was inside the room. He had his mouth pressed against the back of his hand against the doorframe, most likely biting it. When he saw you step out of the bathroom wearing the burgundy velvet set, his eyes swept over your body from top to bottom.

—What do you think?—you spun around in place so he could see the full details of the back. Baji tilted his head further to the side, leaning more into the room to take a closer look.

—Shit, why do you do this to me?—the boy let out a huff and began muttering under his breath.

Manjiro Sano

Your boyfriend’s eyes couldn’t have been any wider. Neither could his mouth.

—How does it look on me? —you adjusted the straps of your panties and gave yourself a slow, complete turn. When you stayed with your back to him for a few seconds, Mikey let out a small squeak to himself, unable to believe how good you looked at that moment.

You stood in front of him again, his gaze was anywhere but on your eyes.

—Wait… I didn’t see well, turn around again —you smiled at his audacity and spun around once more in your place so he could get a better look at the set.

—And…?—you asked, looking at him face to face again. By this point Mikey had his hand against his mouth, his eyes moving quickly from top to bottom, completely stunned.

—It’s pretty—that was the only thing he let out, his voice sounding almost painful.

Takashi Mitsuya

—You’re good at these things, so be honest and don’t say it looks nice just because you like me, okay?—Mitsuya looked at you and nodded, completely firm—. great, wait for me right here outside.

—Anyway, I could make you a set myself —Mitsuya murmured to the air— And I’d be more than happy to take your measurements, _______.

You got dressed inside the bathroom quickly and came out after a while. The black set fit your body perfectly, the panties had two straps that wrapped around your hips; to be honest, it took you a little effort to put it on.

—Mhm… come here —Mitsuya adjusted himself in the chair, shifting his hips slightly and motioned for you with his hand.

Once you stood in front of him, he straightened up again and stretched his hands to the height of your panties, adjusting the straps over your hip bones. In that moment, he took the chance to touch the material with his fingers, tracing the edge slightly before pulling his hands away from you.

—It’s very pretty, and it fits you perfectly —he praised, forming a smile—. Though I still say I could make a much better one.

—So that means it’s not that nice?—you tried to tease him a little. Mitsuya let out a few small laughs, narrowing his eyes at the same time.

—I’m telling you it is very pretty—he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you closer to him to leave a small kiss on your abdomen.

Ken Ryuguji

—Are you going to model for me?—Draken’s perverted expression appeared in an instant; you rarely saw that look on his face.

—Yup, so sit wherever you like and wait for me —you walked into the bathroom and started changing.

—Alright, I’ll wait here —you heard him say.

You came out of the bathroom and stood in front of him. The most surprised one was you; seeing him sitting in the middle of the couch with one arm stretched over the backrest and his heel resting over one of his knees gave you quite the view.

—What’s wrong? —Draken smiled, showing his bright teeth. You cleared your throat and coughed, nervous.

—Do you like it? —you stepped a little closer, somewhat nervous as you noticed his gaze more intense than ever, scanning you.

With his free hand, Draken motioned for you to turn around, moving his index finger in circles. You blinked a couple of times; he looked different in that facet.

You slowly spun in place, and when you were facing Draken again, your nerves grew even more. Without thinking, you brought your hands to your bra, adjusting it even though it hadn’t moved.

—It fits you perfectly—he admitted honestly, looking at your body. A nervous laugh escaped you, and you let out a small squeal when he stood up just to take your hand and pull you toward him.

Kazutora Hanemiya

—Is it my birthday or why such a gift?—you started laughing when you heard him say that. Kazutora was something else.

—I just need your opinion, so sit down if you want and wait here —you gave his chest a light shove and he fell back onto the couch. He didn’t get mad; instead, he slightly spread his legs to settle into the seat.

—God… you looked me in the eyes…—while you were getting dressed in the bathroom, you heard him thanking the heavens. He really was a case.

After putting on the white set, you stepped out of the bathroom and walked a little closer to him, keeping a safe distance.

—And? Is it nice?—you glanced down at the set and then lifted your gaze back to him. Kazutora froze in place.

—Fuck…—he leaned forward while still sitting, resting his elbows on his thighs. His eyes fixed on the upper fabric with determination before lowering to where the panties with small ruffles rested.

—Do you like it? —you bit your lip nervously when he didn’t say anything.

—You’d better take it off so I can see it better —you blushed completely at his shamelessness.

Souya Kawata

—I don’t think that’s a good idea… I’m terrible when it comes to clothes —the boy clarified right away.

—Shhh… you just have to tell me if it looks good on me or not —you stuck your head out of the bathroom and saw him standing in front of the couch, not doing anything yet— wait for me.

This time you had chosen to buy a pale pink set. It wasn’t your favorite color, but the set was simply majestic.

Completely made of lace. When you stepped out of the bathroom, you were adjusting the straps of your bra, so you didn’t see the way Angry lightly slapped his own cheek to focus.

—Wow —Angry let out.

—Do you like it?—you looked at him to see his reaction. Angry fidgeted with his hands, his eyes wandering over every inch of your skin. Without meaning to, he struggled to focus on the set itself.

—It’s… very pretty —he cleared his throat— It suits you really well, the color matches… your skin.

—See? Isn’t it nice?—you squealed excitedly and spun around in place— it has lace in the back too, I loved it.

—Yeah —Angry dropped back onto the couch when he finally saw the lace in the back— _______, please stop spinning around.

Chifuyu Matsuno

—I should be the one embarrassed, not you —you laughed at his behavior. The blond was completely flushed.

—I don’t know why you want me to see them… I’m a guy, I doubt my opinion will help you —Chifuyu tried at all costs to avoid seeing you in lingerie.

—It’ll be quick, I promise —you disappeared into the bathroom to change. You put on the set with very thin panties, all in black.

When you came out of the bathroom, you heard Chifuyu swallow.

—Look! How do I loo—

You stopped when you saw Chifuyu burying his face into a cushion on the couch. The expression on your face deepened when you saw him hitting his face with the cushion.

—Hey… stop hitting yourself —you walked over just to pull the cushion away from his face and place it behind your back. When Chifuyu lifted his gaze to you, he let out a yelp and covered his eyes with both hands—Oh come on, you’re old enough to not act like this.

—I’m still not used to it —he slightly parted his fingers and looked at the set through them.

—Is it nice?—you asked again.

—Yeah —he answered automatically. His eyes slowly roamed over what the set revealed— the color is nice.

—The color isn’t a big deal —you laughed at his reaction— look —you spun around in place so he could see it more fully.

—Holy Mother of God —he muttered in a whisper. When you faced him again, you saw him completely defeated against the back of the couch, this time without covering his face.— by any chance… do you have another set?

Nahoya Kawata

—This time you have to look at me —you told him as you walked into the bathroom.

—I swear I’ll look way too much —he promised, shouting.

You smiled at his enthusiasm and started putting on the dark set you had bought that same day. You tied the straps of the bra behind your neck and, after briefly checking yourself in the mirror, stepped out of the bathroom.

Nahoya let out a whistle.

—That’s my girl! —he stretched his hands out, calling you over to him.

—Is it nice?—you looked at the set with a bit of doubt. Smiley nodded several times. You stepped a little closer and, instead of giving an opinion, he turned you around in place. Once you were facing away from him, he pulled you against himself. You let out a small squeal as you ended up sitting on him without even processing it.

—The fabric is really good —he wrapped one arm around your waist, and his free hand slipped over your bra, cupping one of your breasts in his palm— good texture, the color’s nice, and the size is perfect.

—You’re just taking advantage to grope me—Smiley started laughing at his own shamelessness. He let go of the fabric of the bra and moved his hand behind your neck, undoing the knot.

—I don’t actually like it that much, let’s try another one—you slipped out of his embrace, holding the straps so the bra wouldn’t fall. Then you went back into the bathroom to keep modeling more sets for him.

Seishu Inui

—Are you trying to kill me with a heart attack?—the blond got startled when he heard your request. When you nodded at his question, he began to stutter.— Do I have to see you… myself?

—Yes, wait here —after grabbing a few new sets you had bought that morning, you hurried to the bathroom to try them on.

First, you put on a cute pastel-colored set. It had plenty of lace and gave you a very pretty shape. After looking at yourself in the mirror, slightly doubtful, you stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of him.

Inui tried to look only at your eyes.

—But you have to look at the set —you smiled at the way he reacted.

—It’s not necessary, everything you wear looks amazing on you —his eyes hesitated, wanting to lower his gaze but doubting at the same time.

—But Inui, look at the damn set —you stepped closer to him to put him on the spot and force him to look at the set properly.

Inui lowered his gaze to the pale bra, focusing on every detail before letting it travel down to the panties. He leaned back and fully rested against the back of the bed, covering his face with both hands.

—You’re so fucking pretty —he muttered against his hands, covering his face and eyes.

Takemichi Hanagaki

Takemichi looked at you while scratching the back of his neck, his cheeks turning red.

—I…—you smiled at his awkwardness.— I…

—It’s better if you don’t say anything and just give your opinion about the set I’m going to show you, okay?—you turned around without waiting for an answer and walked into the bathroom with the lingerie bag in your hand. After putting on a lilac set, you came out with a bright smile on your face, completely excited.

—_______…—Takemichi called your name in a whisper.

—Is it nice?—Takemichi nodded several times, quickly.— Are you sure?

Takemichi couldn’t handle his blush anymore, but he nodded again, not wanting to look at your bare skin. In the end, though, he lost the battle. Your eyes dropped to the exposed skin, and he didn’t even try to hide the way he slapped his own cheeks.

—But…—you stopped when you saw him finally realize that he had to say something.

—You look beautiful, like an angel —you pouted when you heard him and hurried toward him to try to hug him.— oh no no no, no hugs, not now, at least not now.

You were confused at first, but when you looked down at yourself with barely any clothes on, you understood and started laughing softly at him.

Ran Haitani

—I’ll show you some new sets I bought yesterday —you lifted the bag in your hands and looked at Ran.

The one with braids started to form a mischievous smile. After slipping his hands into his pockets, he walked slowly toward you. His index finger hooked onto the edge of the bag as he peeked inside, looking at the different lace sets.

—I like that one —he pointed at a bright red one.

—Alright, I’ll start with that one then —as you turned to head to the bathroom, Ran grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

—Wait, you could put them on right here —you let out a laugh at how perverted that sounded.

—I’m only planning to show you the lingerie, Ran —you walked to the bathroom again, this time successfully. You decided to start with the one he chose, and after putting it on, you opened the door to step out.

Surprise; Ran was waiting for you right outside. He brought his hand to his mouth and whistled enthusiastically.

—Alright, give me a spin —your eyebrows arched.— it’s to look at it properly, relax.

Still standing inside the bathroom, you gave a full turn in place. Ran let out an almost shouted exclamation, whistled again, and his hands tried to touch the fabric on the lower part.

—Okay, okay, let me put on the other one —you pulled away laughing from his attempt to hug you and pull you closer.

—No, no, I’m sticking with that one, I like it —his hands stretched out again and hooked around your torso to pull you toward him.— You can model the others for me one each day, keep this little red one.

You rolled your eyes in amused annoyance. Ran took advantage of having you in his arms to slide his hands down to the lace waistband of your panties, moving it playfully as if he were going to pull it down. Even though he didn’t.

Rindo Haitani

—Are you going to model for me too?—Rindo looked at you over his glasses, one eyebrow slightly raised.

—Mmmm no.—you joked as you stepped into the bathroom. You decided to put on a very pretty white lingerie bodysuit. It had plenty of lace, so you couldn’t wait to see Rindo’s reaction.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you walked toward him with a smile clearly written across your face. Rindo’s gaze moved from your neck downward with full attention.

—Don’t you want to give me a little dance?—he asked, just in case you dared to. You shook your head, so Rindo straightened up slightly and sat closer to the edge of the couch, looking at you more intensely.

—Is it nice?—you asked this time, turning slightly from side to side so he could see the whole piece.

—Nope.—you made a face instantly.— I’m kidding, pretty.—Rindo started laughing when he saw how quickly your expression changed.

You grabbed a cushion from beside him and hit him in the face for playing that joke. A tug on your wrist made you fall onto Rindo, who burst out laughing at the situation. The nerves appeared instantly.

—You look very beautiful.—he admitted, gently caressing your hips. Rindo spent a long moment staring at the lace on the bust before speaking again.— Are you sure you can’t give me a little dance?

Izana Kurokawa

—And what would that be for?—you put on your best poker face when he asked you.

—What do you mean “what for”? I need your honest opinion.—you disappeared into the bathroom.— and don’t you dare leave.

As if you were Flash, you quickly put on the caramel-colored set. When you stepped out of the bathroom, the first thing you did was notice Izana’s somewhat astonished expression.

—Look, this is one of them.—you walked closer so he could see the small flowers on both parts of the set.— Do you like it?

—Ah.—that was all he said. You placed your hands on your hips and looked at him reproachfully; getting him to take something seriously was always a case.— Shit, let me focus.

Izana rubbed his eyes and looked at you again. He stretched both hands out and pulled you a little closer to him, still sitting against the couch. His large, rough hands settled on your hips at the level of the garment, touching it softly as if he actually knew what kind of fabric it was.

—Mhm —still holding you, he turned you around, placing you with your back to him.— this one is nice.—his finger hooked into the lace of your panties.

—Just nice?—to be honest, you were expecting more compliments.

—Yeah.—he turned you around again; you let out a small laugh at the way he handled you like a doll.— The bra, hmm.—he tugged your wrist slightly so you’d lean down toward him. His eyes carefully examined the pattern and color of the bra— yeah, the whole set is nice.

[m4nj1r0s]

How would he react to you asking him to catch a spider?

Including: Manjiro Sano, Ryuguji Ken, Baji Keisuke, Haruki Hayashida, Mitsuya Takashi, Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shinichiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya

A/N: This is a little shitty and short, I’m still trying to get back into the groove of things pls bear with me 💔

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Mikey

- He actually isn’t afraid of spiders, but will scream anyway for fun with you when you spot one.

- Half expects you to do deal with it as he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal.

- But then you make him take one of his nasty flip-flops off and squash it. (I just know his flip-flops STINK)

- Unfortunately you almost pass out from the stench. :(

Draken

- Very nonchalant about it. And he does side eye you for screaming over a teensy spider.

- Type of guy to say ‘it’s more scared of you than you are of it’ and it gets you so annoyed.

“Y’know, you’re bigger than it, and that spider’s more scared of you than you are of it.”

“Apply that logic to grenades then as well.”

- Walks away until you make him come back but he refuses to kill it so he grabs a cup and some paper.

- It’s a-okay until he DROPS IT.

- Thinks you’re overreacting when you make him piggyback you Mikey-style any time you enter the kitchen. But he also starts wearing his slippers more often around the house..

Mitsuya

- Well we all know he’s a sweetheart about everything, so he’ll quite happily take it outside for you.

- He’s done this a million times for his younger sisters, he’s not afraid.

- He even goes the extra mile and searches up ways to ward spiders off for you.

- It’s all fun and games until one of those flying spiders happen to come in one day and you’re both freaking out.

- He does NOT fw them.

Baji

- Will laugh at you at first for being scared of a little spider until you start bickering with him over it.

- Rolls his eyes but he squashes it for your sake anyway.

- But he squashes it with his bare foot.

- “Jeez, why are you so dramatic?”

- “Keisuke, that’s actually VILE.”

- He didn’t want to get his slippers dirty so he does it with his foot which he claims is easier to clean..

- Honestly he doesn’t care. Will act like your fear of them annoys him but he actually doesn’t mind it, and he certainly doesn’t mind the affection you give him after. :)

Pah

- Won’t admit it but he’s a little scared of spiders too so he’ll be hesitant.

- You two also start bickering, until you have a good idea.

- Pochi could kill it!

- Unfortunately Pah would rather kill it himself than let his precious Pochi do that :(

- But he does get rid of it and he does expect extra compensation in kisses since you suggested Pochi kill the spider (how could you).

Chifuyu

- Sees this as his chance to shine and have his shoujo manga moment.

- “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll deal with it!”

- Takes this very seriously, and tries to find out what type of spider it is. It was a long and tedious process.

- He captures the spider under a cup and then goes to the library with him to get an encyclopaedia on spiders and how to identify them so he can deal with it ‘in the most efficient way possible for you.’

- By the time he comes back, the spider has somehow escaped.

Ran

- You wake him up from his sleep so he can get the spider for you and he’s not happy.

- He gets YOUR shoe and tries to smack it but it runs off onto the floor and under the sofa/couch.

- “Look, it’s gone.”

- “Ran!”

- “Let’s just both go back to sleep, the spider is gone now, baby.”

- Much to your dismay he goes back to bed and expects you to go back to sleep with him. (It’s 2 pm)

Rindou

- He’s a little iffy about spiders. He doesn’t like their legs or how fast they can move.

- “Why don’t we both kill it?”

- “Rindou, I can’t do that.”

- He sighs as if he’s doing you a massive favour and grabs a bug spray.

- He would squash it but he doesn’t want to clean up the spider blood that smooshes onto the wall.

- Does expect to get free passes to blast music around the house since you usually don’t let him. And a kiss or two (he wants three).

Sanzu

- Looks at you with the most blank face ever when you ask him to kill it.

- You can’t tell but he actually does care a lot about what you’re afraid of and he’s already making a mental note to research ways to ward them off in the future.

- Grabs the spider with his bare hands and starts to rip its legs off.

- “Sanzu, what the fuck.”

- “It’s scaring you, so I’m dealing with it.”

- He genuinely doesn’t see the problem and throws the legless corpse into a random bin outside.

- Thinks he did a very good job.

Izana

- Thinks you’re stupid to be scared of them, they’re minuscule and mostly harmless.

- He used to have a ‘pet’ spider when he was in the orphanage with Kakucho so he doesn’t care that it’s even there in the first place until you say something.

- Kills it with no qualms and tries to hand you the corpse.

- “Izana, I don’t want it! Go throw it away!”

- “It’s a token of my love.”

Kakucho

- He’s so patient with you and has no complaints about killing a spider for you.

- He’ll listen to pretty much anything you say, so he’s the one to kill any other bugs in the house for you.

- So he does it without question and goes back to whatever he was doing, but with his arm slung over your shoulder.

- “If you want me to do anything else, just lemme know.”

- “Kakucho, you are an angel.”

Kazutora

- He is SO confused on why you’re even afraid of something as tiny as a spider. In his mind they’re harmless and they get all the other little bugs like flies, so why wouldn’t you want to leave the spider?

- Like Draken, he doesn’t kill it and grabs a cup and some paper but complains about it the whole time.

- “I don’t even see why you’re scared, it’s nothing.”

- “Stop being mean, ‘tora!”

- Will stop complaining once he sees it’s bothering you and he’s the one giving kisses after.

- “You forgive me yet?”

- “Already did ‘cause you got the spider.”

Shinichiro

- Sees it as the perfect opportunity to show off his manliness and strength.

- He basically begs you to watch him take the spider out.

- “Honeybun, watch me do it!”

- “I’m watching, Shin..”

- Squashes it with a shoe whilst making eye contact with you.

- “Did you see how I killed that thing?”

- “Yes, I did see.”

- “Did I look strong?”

- “Yes, Shin, you did.”

[hihikami]

ꕮ how do they sleep with you? ft. tokyo rev!

he would surely cling to your body like a koala in need. Legs and arms, both of them could end up more than once on you. You also don't understand why it adopts abstract forms when he sleeping, and as long as you sleep with this being in the same bed you will never have your deserved share of sheet:

mickey, kazutora, baji, smiley, pahchin

he would give you your space in bed, although that doesn't free you from being imprisoned against his chest to feel your warmth. It is likely that he uses as an excuse that he's cold just to be clinging to you, when in fact he does it 'cause you transmit peace and security to him (and 'cause you assure him a better sleep):

chifuyu, sanzu, ran, kisaki, izana, takemichi, hanma, angry

lover to hear your heartbeat, that's why he creeps up to your chest level when you're fast asleep. Maybe he snores. He makes sure to guide your hand towards his hair for you to stroke it, staying on his side of the bed until dawn 'cause yes, discord doesn't exist with this man:

kakucho, draken, rindou, hakkai, mitsuya, naoto, pehyan

[ghcsst]

MORNING SEX with him was sweet and lazy. He was spooning you, with his chest pressed against your back, his head resting on your shoulder blade as he slid his hand underneath your thigh. Holding your thigh up, your hand slipped between to slide your panties to the side and pull down his boxers enough to let his cock spring free.

His lips gently pressed against your neck, a groan slipping as his cock rubbed in between your folds, gathering your slick that acted as lube so he could easily slip into your clenching hole. It started with slow, lazy thrusts, but eventually turned fast and sloppy. The hand holding your thigh up slid down to circle your clit, giving you just enough pressure to reach that high sensation sooner rather than later, while his arm hooked underneath your thigh to keep it up.

"y'feel so good in the mornin'.. y'know that?"

He murmured, his lips brushing your earlobe. His hand rubbing your clit trailed up along your body until he grabbed your chin, forcefully, yet still gently turning your head to face him. He leaned in to press his lips against your own, while his thrusts slowed ever so slightly. He wouldn't exactly be able to kiss you if you were already busy moaning so sweetly for him.

"feels good, huh?"

He spoke softly against your lips, the corners of his own curling up into a knowing smirk before he kissed you more deeply, taking advantage of the moans that slipped out for him to slip his tongue in. He knew exactly what to do and what to say to make you fall over the edge. With his thrusts once again becoming faster, yet still sloppy as his lips stayed pressed against your own. With a groan from his lips, you could feel him slam his hips harder against your own, before a warm, wet sensation filled you to the brim.

What else could you want as the sun rays began to fill the room, while he was filling you?

OSAMU MIYA, ATSUMU MIYA, Daichi Sawamura, Asahi Azumane, Kuroo Tetsuro, Hanma Shuji, Takashi Mitsuya + any of your favs !!

[mbbmz]

And lastly! With all of the tr characters, what do you think each one prefers, tits ass or thighs? Ykwim, tyyy!

Ayyyyy here we go with all Tokyo revengers characters with no explanation whatsoever, enjoy MY PERSONAL HEADCANONS (I kinda enjoy doing this :p)

If they could live between your tits, they probably would. Big, small, average, who fucking cares they just to have their face against it.

Mikey, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Peh Yan, Shinichiro, Inui, Taiju, Emma, Angry

Every time you take a step, their eyes are always on your ass. It’s like a magnet, for their eyes AND for their hands. You never know when you’re getting it slapped.

Draken, Pah Chin, Smiley, Hanma, Rindou, Shion, Takeomi, Wakasa

Tight shorts and mini skirts are their favorite, they love how it exposes your thighs. It’s always so intimate to just stay between them, kissing them while never going too high…

Baji, Mitsuya, Mochi, Kakucho, Kokonoi, South, Benkei, Yuzuha, Hinata, Mucho, Ran

Why choose, when they already have all of it anyways? They’re greedy as fuck, and they certainly won’t be forced to choose between the softest parts of you!

Kazutora, Izana, Senju, Shion, Kisaki, Sanzu