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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.

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

.⠀⠀⠀ ू❀𝆬　𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓, 𝐑𝐔𝐍　．　∔

⠀❜❀⠀˙⠀toman [tokyo revengers] x fem!reader⠀(❁ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈)⠀˚

░⌦⠀ synopsis.⠀ ⠀yandere toman [separate]. 𖧷⠀⁺⠀

⠀. ⏝ི𓏶. ゜ yandere⠀toman when you try to escape⠀ ⋮

You think you can leave. You think you can slip through doors, over windows, down streets, and vanish into the night. But the moment you move, the world twists around you. Hands, heavy or impossibly soft, close around your wrists, ankles, your very body, and you realize your pulse is no longer yours. Shadows stretch and writhe, limbs sprouting from walls, ceilings, the very air pressing against your skin. Floors ripple under your weight, bending like water. Every breath tastes metallic, every heartbeat echoes in someone else’s chest.

⤷ ♡ MIKEY :

The lock barely clicks before a hand coils around your wrist. Small. Soft. The kind of hand that should be easy to shake off.

But when you pull, it doesn’t budge. The pressure increases, quiet at first, then sharp, until something deep in your joint pops. Pain flashes hot, electric.

“Leaving?” Mikey’s voice is airy, almost amused, as if you’d only tried sneaking a snack before dinner.

You turn to him. His expression is calm, boyish even, but his eyes are too wide. The pupils swell until they eclipse the whites, black oceans bleeding outward. Shadows thicken behind him, stretching long limbs across the walls. They twitch, jittering like the legs of insects, fingertips dragging over your back though he hasn’t moved.

“I just wanted air,” you manage, voice thin.

He tilts his head, smile curling. “There’s air in here.”

The boards under your feet warp, bowing inward as though the house is breathing. Your knees tremble, caught between his grip and the floor shifting beneath you.

“Stay with me,” Mikey says, soft and certain. His voice doesn’t rise, doesn’t plead. He doesn’t have to. Because the longer his hand is on you, the less you feel your own pulse, your own self. There’s only him, beating steady, filling your veins like dye in water.

By the time he pulls you back, the door has sealed. The wood folds over the lock like skin closing a wound.

⤷ ♡ DRAKEN :

The street is empty when you break into a sprint. Cold air rakes your lungs, and for a moment, you think you’re free.

Then his footsteps come. Louder. Faster. Like iron chains clattering against stone.

His hand seizes the back of your neck, hauling you off your feet. The grip is scorching, crushing. Your spine arches under the pressure, vertebrae grinding like gears forced out of place. You choke on air that won’t come.

“Are you kidding me?” Draken’s voice isn’t cruel. It’s raw, ragged with disbelief. “Running from me?”

You claw at his wrist, but his veins bulge under your nails, thick and ropey, throbbing with each furious beat of his heart. They crawl unnaturally, writhing like snakes beneath the skin.

“I wasn’t—” your voice breaks, panic clawing its way out of your throat.

“You were.” His words slice like stone, no room for denial.

He slams you back against the wall. The impact shudders through your bones. Behind him, his shadow balloons grotesquely, jaw distending far wider than his face, swallowing the lamplight whole.

“Don’t make me chase you,” he growls, leaning close. His breath is hot against your ear, uneven. His body trembles, but his grip doesn’t falter. The world narrows to his pulse hammering against your spine, a rhythm too loud, too violent, like it could split him open and drown you both.

⤷ ♡ BAJI :

The door is cracked open, spilling a thin line of night across the floor. One more step and you’ll be gone.

But laughter snaps the air in half.

Low. Raspy. A laugh that starts in his chest and rips upward like glass tearing through fabric.

“Thought you were slick, huh?” Baji’s voice is lazy, almost teasing, but the grin stretching his face is too sharp.

Before you can breathe, the door slams shut with a force that rattles your teeth. His hand is splayed against the wood, veins thick and dark, fingers trembling with leftover impact. His hair swings wild across his face, catching the dim light like wires, strands twitching as if alive.

You stumble back, but he’s already in front of you. Too fast. Too much. His pupils are blown wide, swallowing the gold until there’s almost nothing left. His teeth flash when he grins again, too many, too pointed in the dark.

“Going somewhere without me?”

His hands clamp around your arms, fingers digging too deep. The nails bite, carving crescents past skin. Your nerves scream, not from the pressure alone, but from the way his touch spreads — a hot burn traveling up, setting the muscle alight like a fuse.

You gasp, body jerking, and Baji just laughs harder, head thrown back, the sound too jagged to be human. Shadows writhe behind him like smoke, flickering with each pulse of his amusement, forming teeth, claws, outlines of something waiting to burst free.

“Dumbass,” he says, pulling you flush against his chest, breath hot, grin manic. “You really thought I’d let you walk out?”

The answer comes in the sting of blood trailing down your arms where his nails remain buried, anchoring you in place.

⤷ ♡ CHIFUYA :

You ease the lock open with shaking hands. The door gives, just barely. The night breathes against your face, cold and sweet.

Then silence.

A silence so heavy it drowns the crickets, the wind, the beating of your own heart.

“...You were gonna leave?”

His voice is soft. Fragile. It cracks like glass under pressure.

You turn. Chifuyu stands in the doorway, pale under the dim light. His shoulders tremble. His lips twitch into a smile, but it doesn’t fit — it pulls too wide, straining at the corners until the skin around his mouth threatens to split.

“I wasn’t—” The words die in your throat.

He steps forward. One, two, slow, deliberate. His shadow spills longer than it should, stretching toward you like spilled ink. When it touches your feet, the floorboards groan, warping under the weight of something that isn’t there.

“You don’t get it,” Chifuyu whispers. His hand reaches, trembling, but when it touches your sleeve, the fabric tears under his grip like tissue. His fingers curl, shaking, but they don’t let go.

The air smells metallic, sharp, and when you look down, his handprint stains the fabric — dark, wet, blooming like an oil spill. It seeps into your skin, sinking deep, until the chill of it races through your veins.

“I’d never let you go.” The words are quiet, almost kind. Almost. His head dips, forehead pressing against your shoulder, his body shaking with something that might be sobs.

But the warmth soaking through your shirt isn’t tears. It runs thicker, heavier, spreading between you like glue, fusing you together in silence.

⤷ ♡ MITSUYA :

The window is halfway open when fingers curl around your ankle.

The yank is slow, deliberate — not violent, but steady as a tide. Your stomach flips as you’re dragged back inside, nails raking wood, splinters tearing under your skin. The night air slips from reach.

When you look down, Mitsuya crouches in the shadows, eyes soft. Too soft. He’s smiling like you’d only tripped and fallen, not like you tried to abandon him.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you leave like that.” His voice is gentle, steady, but his grip isn’t. It tightens around your ankle until you hear the faint creak of bone, pressure blooming white-hot up your leg.

You thrash, but it’s useless. His hand has sunk too deep. The skin around your ankle dimples unnaturally, like his fingers are sliding past flesh, rooting into bone itself. He pulls again — calm, patient — dragging you across the floor.

The wood warps where your body scrapes, curling like wet paper, swallowing splinters into your skin. The boards ripple with each pull, as if the room itself is folding over you, forcing you back where you belong.

Mitsuya climbs over you, hair brushing your cheek as he leans down. His smile doesn’t waver. “You don’t need to run. I’ll keep you safe.”

His hands stroke up your leg, tender, but everywhere he touches leaves behind faint dark stains, bruises rising instantly, blooming under his fingertips like ink spilled in water.

By the time he lays his head against your chest, his warmth heavy, your ankle is no longer yours. It throbs with his pulse, bound to him like a stitch in fabric that can’t be undone.

⤷ ♡ TAKEMICHI :

The night air tastes like salvation when you slip out the door.

You don’t hear him at first. Takemichi doesn’t thunder after you. His footsteps are light, frantic, like a heartbeat chasing its own tail.

“Wait—don’t go!” His voice cracks in the dark, desperate, breaking.

You freeze. Not because of his words, but because of the way the world warps with them. The streetlights above flicker violently, humming like gnats. The glow stretches, bending, until each lamp curves downward, long necks craning like heads to watch you.

Takemichi stumbles toward you, eyes wide, face blotchy with panic. Tears stream, hot and fast, cutting clean lines down his skin. His hand reaches for yours, trembling, and when his fingers brush your palm, something wrong bleeds through.

Your skin crawls where he touches you, gooseflesh racing up your arm as if his panic has infected you. His pulse is too strong — not just in him, but in you. Your own veins bulge, throbbing painfully in sync with his, as though your body has been hijacked by his terror.

“I can’t… I can’t lose you,” he stammers. His voice is shredded raw, but behind him, his shadow shudders grotesquely, its limbs too long, twitching in all directions like a marionette tangled in its own strings.

He clutches your hand tighter, and the veins in his arm surge like ropes, knotting and twisting, pressing against your skin until you feel them under your own. Your breath falters. Your heartbeat is no longer yours — it’s his, hammering inside you, frantic, drowning.

Takemichi sobs openly, face pressed to your shoulder. His words are muffled, but the grip doesn’t ease. The light poles bend lower, lower, until the whole street seems to collapse inward, trapping you both in a cage of trembling steel and sorrow.

And still he whispers: “Don’t go... Please...”

⤷ ♡ HAKKAI :

You slip into the hallway, shoes in hand, hoping the boards won’t betray you. But the air shifts — thickens — and a shadow stretches across the wall before you can touch the door.

“Hah… you really were gonna leave.” His voice trembles. Not with anger. With fear.

Hakkai steps into the light, face pale, eyes glassy. He’s shaking as he reaches for you, but when his hands seize your arms, his grip is far stronger than his voice. Too strong. His thumbs press into your skin until bruises flower instantly, purple blooming beneath his trembling touch.

“Don’t.” His breath hitches. “Please don’t—”

The walls groan, bending inward. The ceiling sags, pressing lower, like the whole house is collapsing under the weight of his desperation. The air tastes stale, metallic, suffocating.

“Hakkai, you’re hurting me—”

He jerks back as though burned, but his hands don’t release. Instead, his grip sinks deeper, fingertips dimpling past flesh. It’s like he’s trying to hold not your arms, but the bones inside them. Your nerves scream. His eyes flood with horror at himself, but he only clutches tighter, refusing to let go.

“I just… I can’t lose you.” His voice breaks apart, words stumbling, soaked in panic. Tears streak down his cheeks, falling onto your skin, searing hot. Wherever they touch, your flesh prickles raw, as though his grief alone could flay you open.

You try to pull away, but the walls press closer, suffocating, until the whole room seems ready to collapse and bury you with him.

⤷ ♡ NAHOYA :

The night air tastes like victory when you push the window open. Then you hear it: a laugh.

Not loud. Not angry. Just sharp, bright, slicing through the dark like a blade.

“Well, well. My girl’s got guts.”

You whirl around, but Smiley is already inside the room, leaning casually against the wall. His grin is wide, splitting his face in the dim light. Too wide. The corners curl until they strain the skin, teeth flashing sharp, endless, as if the smile might swallow his entire head.

“Running’s fun, isn’t it?” His tone is playful, sing-song, but the air behind him shimmers. Shadows fracture into pieces, bending into jagged shapes — rows of teeth, rings of eyes, flickers of laughter given form. They twitch and shudder with each chuckle, as if his joy itself has grown claws.

You press against the wall, breath ragged. “Please—just let me go.”

“Oh, c’mon.” He tilts his head, grin slicing deeper into his face. “And miss out on the chase?”

In a blink, he’s in front of you. His fingers catch your chin, tilting your head up. The nails bite — not deep, but enough to sting, enough to promise worse. His grin inches closer until all you can see are teeth and shadow, sharp and endless.

“You look better scared,” he murmurs, still smiling, always smiling. The laughter bubbling up his throat isn’t just sound — it rattles the walls, crawls into your ears, nests under your skin until you swear you’re laughing too, mouth stretched painfully wide though no sound comes.

And he doesn’t stop grinning. Not when your tears fall, not when your body trembles. His grin just grows, too large for his face, too bright for the dark, until it feels like it’s the only thing left in the room.

⤷ ♡ SOUYA :

The lock slides. The door creaks. Hope stirs.

Then—

“...Why?”

The word is soft. Crushed. It splinters the air like fragile glass.

Souya stands in the doorway, shoulders slumped, eyes already wet. His tears are heavy, dripping fast, streaking pale skin. Each drop hits the floor with a sound too loud, too sharp, as if the ground itself aches beneath his grief.

You freeze. “I—I wasn’t—”

“You were.” His voice is quiet, but certain. He steps closer. His shadow lags behind, dragging like a broken marionette, limbs jerking, body splitting at the seams.

“I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.” His words shudder, but his hands reach anyway. They tremble, shaking so hard you expect him to miss. But when his fingers close around your arm, the tremor disappears. His grip is steady. Inescapable.

You struggle, pleading, but his tears fall faster, soaking into your skin. They burn. Each drop leaves a welt, red and raw, marking you with his sorrow. His face crumples, lips trembling, and his voice cracks open:

“If you leave… I’ll kill you.”

And the house seems to echo him. Plaster cracks. The floor splinters under your feet. His grief is contagious — it seeps into the world, into your body. Your ribs ache as though they’re bending inward, folding under the weight of his despair.

Souya’s forehead presses against your shoulder. His sobs shake you both, but his arms stay locked around you. Gentle. Crushing. “Don’t leave me. Please… don’t.”

And when you look down, his tears have already stained through your skin, black veins threading out from every drop, binding you to him in grief you’ll never escape.

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tokyo revengers boys with their crush (aka you!) <3

feat. sano ‘mikey’ manjiro, ryuguji ‘draken’ ken, hanagaki takemichi, baji keisuke, matsuno chifuyu, hanemiya kazutora, mitsuya takashi, inui seishu && kokonoi hajime

notes: first time writing for so many characters and some for the first time :0 i hope it isn’t ass!!! sorry if some characters i haven’t written for before are ooc and inaccurate! ALSO I HATE SQUID GAME BUT TRANS BADDIE.

— i will release a part two soon :)

sano ‘mikey’ manjiro

ꪆৎ i think mikey would be somewhat upfront with you about his crush. of course, he wouldn’t outright confess until he knew you shared the same sentiment. however, he’d make it fairly obvious that he thought highly of you and how he loves spending time with you over anyone else.

ꪆৎ he’d definitely ‘kidnap’ you from classes, begging you to leave because it’s an “emergency”, but really he just wanted to spend time with you. you’d scold him after, reminding him about the importance of school, but he’d just stand there with a love struck smile on his face. it didn’t matter wether you were lecturing him or ignoring him, being in your presence was enough to bring him happiness.

ꪆৎ his crush is blankly obvious to all of toman and probably other gangs in the near vicinity. no one dared to talk to you in a negative way, a bonus of having mike’s affections. and suddenly, if anyone was mean to you, it didn’t happen anymore… sometimes you wondered why but mikey would shush you immediately. “maybe they just realised that bringing down such an amazing person was a reflection of themselves, y/n-chan!”

ꪆৎ would love it when you accompany him on foodie ‘dates’, rides on his motorbike and even accompanying him to toman’s meetings. it genuinely shocked everyone when mikey would interrupt himself to stick his tongue out at you just to make you giggle. truly toman’s royalty!

ꪆৎ also would most likely pitch up at your house at random points of the day. even as ‘friends’, he’d want to nap together and just hang out alone where he wouldn’t have to maintain his reputation as the ‘invincible mikey’. with you, he could just be manjiro.

ꪆৎ in terms of confession, i think mikey would let it slip out when he’s most vulnerable. either when he’s super sleepy or just generally having a rough time. small whispers of how much he appreciates you and likes you would fall from his lips. once he realised what he had done, it was most likely too late to take it back. he just hoped you shared the same feelings.

ryuguji ‘draken’ ken

ꪆৎ unlike his best friend and captain, draken would keep his feelings to himself and it probably would stay that way for a while. it’s not because he doesn’t wanna be with you, in fact, it’s the opposite! he’d most likely think that a relationship with him would come hand in hand with people jeopardising your safety. so more likely than most, he’d stick to being your friend (a very close friend) until he knew you’d be safe.

ꪆৎ probably would trail behind you whilst you’d go shopping, a unreadable expression on his face but instead, his mind was overwhelmed by the thought of you! how adorable you looked as you pointed out cute things, making a mental note of items to buy you for your birthday.

ꪆৎ definitely would be the first one at your door if you came down with any sickness. even if it was a common cold! he’d remind you that sickness could get worse if left untreated and you should ‘stop denying him and just accept his help.’

ꪆৎ he’s immensely protective over you, even if he doesn’t necessarily need to be. other toman members would try and remind draken that he doesn’t need to be worried over your safety, after all the whole of toman would take care of you!

ꪆৎ i also feel like draken would be the type to pick you up and drop you off before and after school. even if the walk was 10 minutes and under, he’d remind you it could be dangerous alone! it’s purely just an excuse to spend more time with you even if he does act like it’s a chore.

ꪆৎ would probably confess to you if there’s imminent danger towards you or it would slip out without him realising. he’d definitely have to take a couple moments to compose himself if it was the latter, a furious blush erupting over his cheeks causing you to giggle.

hanagaki takemichi

ꪆৎ he’s so so shy around you! however, no matter how much he makes a fool of himself in front of you, he just can’t stay away. it’s like he’s in a constant state of fluster whenever he’s in your presence.

ꪆৎ definitely walks you to and from school, holding your hand if you initiate it first. he would probably also try carry your school books for you, even if you remind him that your arms work just fine. he just wants to help you in anyway he can!

ꪆৎ would also 100% feel awful when he sees the sad expression on your face whenever he turns up with new bruises and cuts covering his face. his heart would break when you graze your fingers over the wounds, asking a meek “do they hurt, michi-kun?”

ꪆৎ also the type to try show off to you whenever he can but fail miserably. although, if he sees that amazing smile, the humiliation he feels is always worth it! even if he ends up hurting himself, he won’t mind if you make sure he’s okay after. maybe a hug wouldn’t hurt also…

ꪆৎ speaking of hugs, he’d probably malfunction the first time that your arms wrap around him. even if you were doing it out of worry for his wellbeing, he cherishes the moment for the rest of his life.

ꪆৎ he doesn’t confess… it’s actually you who tells him how you feel. it’s a heartfelt conversation you two share after you see the boy beaten to a bloody pulp so that his friends would be alright. his loyalty and tenacity being one of the few reasons why you adore him so much!

baji keisuke

ꪆৎ honestly, he’s the definition of whipped. even chifuyu is surprised when he sees how baji acts in your presence. it’s so impossibly clear how much baji likes you to anyone else in the room, except you!

ꪆৎ he’d probably start fancying you if you helped with his studies and actually persevered with him despite how difficult he tried to make it. initially, he’d deny your help, grumpily saying he can handle it and to leave him alone. however, when you sit across from him and start reading through your notes and helping him correct his wrong answers, he’s floored. any other person would’ve left after his shitty response but you stayed.

ꪆৎ would act like your best friend but to anyone else, they view you as baji’s partner (albeit unofficially). is fiercely protective over you and if anyone makes you upset (even a little bit) are met with baji’s anger and very soon after, his fists. of course, you lecture him for jumping into action without consulting you but the fact he cares so much makes your heart beat impossibly faster.

ꪆৎ would definitely invite you over to his house to hang out, just so he could have some time alone with you. even if it’s just you reading and him silently laying beside you, it’s almost heaven to baji. if it was heaven, you’d be spilling your undying love for him but he thinks he wouldn’t be so lucky.

ꪆৎ would also end up sometimes bringing you to toman meetings if he absolutely has no other choice. but you’d stick by his side the whole time and if he’s not available for some reason, chifuyu is there to stand in!

ꪆৎ much like takemichi, you’d have to confess to baji first or you’d be playing cat and mouse with him for the rest of eternity. even his mum knows how he feels but he’ll deny every accusation. however, she’s just happy her hot headed son has someone he cares about and she’s so happy it’s you!

matsuno chifuyu

ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to crush on his best friend! someone he shares such a deep bond with and trusts on an immensely deep level. i doubt he’d fancy someone he knows on a surface level, he doesn’t know them well enough. however, he knows you inside and out, it never feels awkward around you (despite the constant blush on his cheeks that he hides everytime).

ꪆৎ he’s definitely protective over you, along side baji who will take care of you if chifuyu isn’t around. if he sees anyone hassling you, he’s the first to jump in and defend your honour!

ꪆৎ he always invites you round to his house just to see you cuddle peke j. furthermore, he’ll take you to the zoo, aquariums or just pet shops to hang out since you both share the same sentiment towards animals. it’s one of the reasons he’s fallen so hard for you.

ꪆৎ his mum adores your ‘friendship’ with her son, she’s never seen him so happy (in a romantic way!). she will buy food specially for you to share and even sometimes drop devious hints in your ears about her sons feelings; you don’t take it seriously at first.

ꪆৎ he probably doesn’t initiate physical contact with you too much, it makes his brain overload. but, the option is there… he will without a doubt wrap you in a bear hug; savouring the feeling for as long as possible.

ꪆৎ chifuyu is definitely the type to try reenact scenes from his favourite mangas then make a complete fool of himself. however, he doesn’t know that you appreciate him trying nonetheless, no matter how silly he looks doing so.

ꪆৎ following his shoujo manga’s ideology, he’d confess in a subtle but heartfelt way. i think either using peke j as a messenger, a small note tucked into his little collar. or he’d tell you up front and be as sincere with his words as his silly brain would allow.

hanemiya kazutora

ꪆৎ it’s likely that no one knows that kazutora has a crush on anyone, most of all you. i think he wouldn’t interact with you that much in public, instead opting to spend time with you in private when he could truly be himself.

ꪆৎ the amount of times kazutora has to cover his raging blush on his cheeks each time you hang out is insane! he never knew that compliments he hears on the daily about his appearance could make his heart beat so fast, until they came out of your mouth.

ꪆৎ he definitely visits you if you have a job, sneaking in and surprising you with a huge smile on his face! he’s also the type to stay until your shift ends and make sure you get home safely, wether you ride on his motorcycle or not.

ꪆৎ he may also sometimes slip you unexpected gifts, only small ones though that have sentimental value. maybe it’s cinema tickets from the time you dragged him out after his release from juvie.

ꪆৎ he doesn’t want you involved with any gang activity so it’s quite unlikely that you find out he’s still involved with that stuff. however, he would tell you flat out if you heard any rumours about him and would reassure you that he’d keep you seperate.

ꪆৎ it’s unlikely he’d confess, liking things how they are, no matter how much he wishes your relationship could progress. either he’s worried you’d see him as a monster, due to things he did in the past and in the present or he just wouldn’t know how to say it so it’s better left unsaid anyways. it would have to be you to lay your feelings out for him to see and decide what to do next.

mitsuya takashi

ꪆৎ i think mitsuya would be one of the most upfront about his feelings on this list without saying it directly. toman can clearly see the sentiment he shares for you, even girls in his class and sewing club know that he’s essentially spoken for!

ꪆৎ he loves inviting you along to his days out with his sisters. not only because he loves spending time with you but also because the two girls adore you as much as he does! one of his favourite photographs is the four of you on one of your days out, a scarf he made wrapped around your neck.

ꪆৎ speaking of clothes he’s made; mitsuya definitely surprises you with new pieces every so often. even if you’d try refuse, telling him he should try sell them as they’re just that good, he’d remind you that he’d much rather see them on you and wants no payment in return (no matter how much you insist).

ꪆৎ gentleman mitsuya always gives you a ride no matter where you need to go! even if you mention in passing that you’re going shopping in the coming days, he will insist that he’s your ride! after all, he can’t stand by whilst you lug heavy bags home.

ꪆৎ once mitsuya is certain about your feelings reflecting his, he’d be direct with his words. “i have feelings for you, y/n-chan.” a simple statement that gets the biggest weight off his chest. he can only hope you accept his confession…

inui seishu

ꪆৎ you’re most likely a childhood friend to seishu, i find it unlikely he’d fancy a classmate or a passing stranger. perhaps, a childhood friends sibling? that way, he’s able to determine wether you actually like him for who he is.

ꪆৎ alongside kokonoi, he trusts you immensely. i highly doubt he’s able to form romantic feelings for anyone without the formation of trust. you’re his confident and he’s yours, and it has always been that way. at this point, seishu is unable to see himself confiding with anyone else the way he does with you.

ꪆৎ when he first started gaining feelings for you, i think he probably would give you the cold shoulder, not understanding how he feels. but, he’ll make things right with you once his minds less foggy!

ꪆৎ if you don’t exactly share the same interests, such as how he’s very interested in motorbikes and mechanics, he will try very hard to get into your hobbies so you can spend more time together. however, it means an immense amount to him that you’ll sit there and let him ramble about his favourite bike that shinichiro worked on, even if it was so long ago.

ꪆৎ he would probably confess when everything has settled down in his life. that includes his involvement with gang activity. he would hate to put someone so close to his heart in jeopardy. however, if you can’t wait, you could always confess yourself…

kokonoi hajime

ꪆৎ it would take him a long, long time to actually acknowledge his feelings for you. he would probably feel like moving on was a betrayal to akane but there came a point where he couldn’t ignore those feelings anymore.

ꪆৎ he would treat you amazingly, even if he’s battling with the thoughts inside his head about you and akane. he’d offer you money if you needed it (you will most likely hand it straight back), buy you gifts and happen to forget the receipt…

ꪆৎ even after several talks that you like spending time with him because of who he is and not what he can do for you, kokonoi still finds it hard to accept. he probably will see some resemblance to akane in that sense and would probably think she’d want him to be with someone like you.

ꪆৎ one of his favourite things about you is that even if he isn’t in a sociable mood, you will still sit with him and enjoy his company. not to mention he’s floored by how amazing you look everytime he sees you!

ꪆৎ he also loves going on day trips with you and seishu, finding every different place the three of you visit special.

ꪆৎ his confession would be sincere and precise. he would lay his feelings out and would promise to treat you amazingly and of course, take care of you in anyway you’d need.

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“But can he fight?”

Synopsis: in which you’re being flirted with by some guy at the bar, and after showing your disinterest- he asks the question, “but can he fight?”

Featuring: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Pah, and Takemichi

Notes from the Batcave: scrolling on TikTok and read a comment that asked if someone’s gf could fight and I immediately thought about these guys 🫣😝❤️

Also if you’re interested in a pt 2 and want a specific character- drop it in the comments or in my ask box 😊

"current boyfriend" trend with tr characters!

basically, the "current bf" trend is a generally new trend on tiktok where girls pretend to be filming a regular video with their bfs and calling them "current" boyfriend's to see their reaction!

Tokyo Revengers Men Stuck in a Small Space with You

Pairing: Takemichi Hanagaki, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Ken "Draken" Ryuguji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Takashi Mitsuya, Hajime Kokonoi, Rindo Haitani, Keisuke Baji, Tetta Kisaki x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kissing, grinding, coming in pants, grinding, neck kissing, moaning, fingering, teasing

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A/N: These guys will always have a special place in my anime and manga loving brain.

GRINDING - Mikey, Chifuyu, Kisaki

Be it your thigh, your ass, right up against your pussy he's moving against you in a frenzy. If you aren't already grinding against him too then he will encourage it by moving your hips, whispering against your ear as he makes his way down your neck. Wet kisses and his quick tongue making you shake and making your breath stutter. His moans would be a bit more loud if he wasn't busy leaving marks across your neck, and he can't let you hold that over him once you leave.

MAKING OUT - Mitsuya, Baji

Would be cursing everyone out for not giving him a key to the supply closet if he wasn't too busy kissing you and taking out his frustration that way. You were supposed to hold onto the key but you left it on the outside of the lock, so now he wants to kill time until someone finds the two of you. Should be at least half an hour. Half an hour to kiss you breathless, to silence every sound that comes out of your pretty mouth, and if you're good perhaps he might kiss you in other places too.

FINGERING - Draken, Rindo

At first he was only teasing you by saying he would fuck you even if there isn't much space for the two of you to move. However when you dared him to do it he wasn't about to back down, he would meet you head on, or rather fingers deep in your pussy. Draws slow, deliberate circles around your clit, occasionally increasing the pressure and making his fingers move in and out faster and easier. Grins at you as you try to hold down your moans, but he thinks you should be louder.

COMING IN PANTS - Takemichi, Kokonoi

Even if he could fuck you he knows it would make a huge mess when he came so he doesn't take his cock out of his pants. Instead he would rather ruin his own pants and then change them later, it doesn't really matter how it happens. He would appreciate anything you do to make that happen, if you touch him over his pants, kiss his cock over his pants, rub against him. When the two of you walk out he has to cover up, blushing when other people point out the stain on the front of his pants.

Pairings: Chifuyu Matsuno, Keisuke Baji, Takashi Mitsuya, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Ken "Draken" Ryuguji, Takemichi Hanagaki, Hakkai Shiba, Kazutora Hanemiya x Socially anxious!Reader

Writing prompt: Tokyo Revengers characters with a S/O who has social anxiety

A/n: tadaaaaaaa, i'm backkk- barely. I knowww!! it has been ages, lwk i juggled between taking care of my mental health, staying at hospitals, tryna socialise, and then there's my stupid school and educators blah blah blah. Honestly, life feels so exhausting, i'm gonna repeat my sophomore year again T^T anyway, hope you liked it! Also a small warning, it ain't proofread, don't have the time ngl. Might fix later, idk, can't promise.

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