⊹₊ There had yet to be a morning where waking SANO MANJIRO didn’t test your patience.
“Mikeyyy…” you murmured, rubbing the last traces of sleep from your eyes as you lightly shook his arm. his only response was an absent-minded hum before he turned away from you, burying his face deeper into the pillow in a silent refusal to leave the comfort of the bed.
“Mikey, wake up. It’s morning…” you pushed yourself upright, steadying yourself with a light grip on his arms as you peered down at the slumbering blond. before another gentle lecture could leave your lips, his hand found your arm and, with effortless ease, guided you back onto the plush mattress.
in those matter of seconds, the young man was looming above you, his sleep-rumpled hair splayed in every direction, his eyelids still closed, and and his lips faintly parted in the lingering haze of sleep.
“Five more minutes…” he murmured drowsily before unceremoniously collapsing against you. his face disappearing onto the warmth of your chest and before you could protest, his hands instinctively reached for your breast, tenderly kneading the soft flesh.
a quiet, involuntary hum escaped your lips, causing the blond to stir in his sleep. his eyelids remained closed, though the subtle twitch of his brow portrait that he’d heard you — through his lingering drowsiness.
again, he squeezed — with a bit pressure this time, brows knitted together as he cupped and pressed one of your clothed bosoms to his face, aggression building up ever so lightly.
a short sigh left your lips again, this time hitting a spot from the blonde latter. his whole body jerked up right, sleepy eyes fluttered open — staring intensely into yours then falling back to the soft flesh he was holding. an irk mark appeared on his forehead, his hand making its way to your hand to place it to the visible bulge on his pants,
“That’s five more minutes for you.”
⊹₊ TAKASHI MITSUYA was beyond grateful to have you in his life. for once, he had someone to lean on — someone he could always rely on. especially on early mornings when he’s too busy distracting himself from the urge to hit on you with his raging morning boner.
“Good morning, love,” you greeted, your eyes still fixated on the pan. mitsuya hummed in response, leaning against the countertop behind you with a sleepy smile. “Thank you as always, baby.” he murmured causing you let out a quiet laugh in return, flipping the food.
“If you’re really grateful,” you teased, eyes staying on the pan, “come here and kiss me.”
he huffed out a laugh, “Stop teasing me, baby.”
“Am I?” you grinned, mumbling to yourself whilst the silver haired pursed his lips together, an eyebrow raising.
“…and you know my body well enough.” he added, irises follow on the curve of your body from behind — not long enough before his irises averted, staring on the ground, a tint of redness appearing on his cheeks, just right below his eyes.
“Do I?”
“Ive wronged you twice then.” he said, another quiet hum escaped your lips, drawing another amused chuckle from the silver-haired man. drawing himself closer to you, he snaked his arms around you waist — left hand pulling you closer to the warmth of his body whilst his hand turned the stove off.
“I hope you’ll allow me to make it up to you,” the warmth of his deep voice lingered against your ears, sending goosebumps dancing across your skin.
“You’d better make it worth my while, Mr. Mitsuya.”
⊹₊ He was never much of a morning person — HAITANI RINDOU preferred everything at night. mornings, on the other hand, only left him irritable or too groggy to do much after a good night’s sleep. he liked his mornings slow, peaceful, and uninterrupted.
“Let’s sleep more.” rindou murmured drowsily, keeping you on his arms, chin on top of yours; locking you in place to prevent you from removing yourself from the warmth of the bed.
“I have to make breakfast, Rin.”
The purple head replied with a hum, maintaining his position — eye lids drifting shut. your brows furrowed in disbelief a you glanced up, only to find your husband sleeping peacefully, looking as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Let… me… go,” you huffed, struggling to lift the arm draped over your waist. after the futile attempt, you gave up on the option, now squirming your way out of his arms.
An irk mark appeared on rindou’s forehead, tightening his arms that are hugging you.
“Stay still.”
His order was stern yet a feline smile crept on your lips on the thought of finally getting a reaction from the jellyfish haired latter. you squirmed your way out once more, determined to escape, freezing in place when you hit something hard from your behind.
“You seem to be testing me.” again, your gaze drifted upward to your lover. his brows knitted together an irritated crease formed on his forehead — eyes already meeting with yours.
his hips jerked upward, his hard length desperate to locate the heat of your clothed crotch. biting on your lower lip as you released heavy breath when your husband desperately grind on you.
“What’s wrong?” he uttered, a wide grin making its way on his lips.
Looks: I have pink hair, I dress in manba gyaru styles, i’m around 165 cm in height. I dress in skirts and girly clothing a lot. I have grey eyes which are very rare. I love doing different makeup styles and wearing super tall shoes and heels.
Personality: i have a very bubbly personality, a lot of people have refered to me as a bimbo (it didn’t help that I used to have blonde hair before i dyed it pink 😭) i like to think i’m very kind, sweet, and funny.
Hobbies: i like going to see live music, playing with animals (i have 4 dogs), doing different makeup styles and sfx makeup, roller skating, cosplay, i’m also very good at martial arts too!! I trained in it for a long time. I’m learning bass guitar right now.
≽(• ̀⩊ •́マ≼ of course
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I've decided to pair you up with.........
RAN!
stupid haitani brothers I hate u guys!!!(rindou is my little munchkin gawd)
your sense of style- and your pink hair caught his attention.
Honestly though Rindou pointed you out and Ran went up to you and stole all your attention.
every time he sees you with a new makeup style he is sooo excited and has this stupid smirk on his face before complimenting you.
Ran is more chill and laidback so it works that you have a bubblier personality than him. he needs someone to keep up with him also.
(bonten but every timeline works too) Ran would die for someone like you, eps if people think your a bimbo and you AREN'T... like yes underestimate them and get your ass handed to you.
he brings you to see concerts too. he loves watching your face light up when he does anything for you.
PLAY A SONG FOR HIM, he'll fake faint, and be alll dramatic, but he genuinely thinks it's the sweetest & cutest thing ever.
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hiiii omgg ik ur prolly so done w this series but id love to see a toman version of the fuck it list 🥹🥹🙏 feel free to decline ofcc!!
sigh…since you asked so nicely, I’ll do it for you, anon 🫶🏾🥹
black dragons ver.
synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.
When you told MIKEY about the list, he found it interesting. Some virgin is sitting around analyzing randoms on campus, fantasizing about how they’d fuck? Priceless.
“Mm. Takemichi’s on here.” He angled his phone to you, a mirthful gaze watching for your reaction. When your nose scrunched in mild discomfort, he snorted. “Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Seven out of ten, my ass.”
You gently slapped his shoulder. “Don’t be mean, I wasn’t thinking that. He might be great in bed.”
Mikey rolled his eyes, nuzzling into your midriff whilst still scrolling through his feed. “Tsk, no shot in hell. I practically grew up with the guy. He has absolutely no play.”
“He bagged Hina, didn’t he?” You carded through his hair, gently taking out any tangles.
“I’m just as shocked as you are.”
You chortled, despite reprimanding just moments ago. There’s no denying his friend wasn’t the smoothest, but didn’t mean he was completely helpless. You shrugged, “Well, clearly some people think he’s a great fuck. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been posted.”
The blonde paused for a millisecond. Then, with a swiftness that caught you slightly off guard, his head shot up to look you dead in the face. “What about me?”
You blinked. “What about you?”
“I’m not posted on it. What does that make me?” He spoke with a tone that borderlined vulnerable. After a moment, you shook your head, then gently knocked the side of his with your knuckle.
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“You don’t think I’m fuckable?"
“Oh my god.” You groaned, trying to turn your body to face away from his ridiculousness, but he refused to relent. His grip tightened around you, keeping you locked against him. “Mikey-”
“Tell me.” He all but whined, gently rocking you.
“Okay, yes,” you replied. He obviously wasn’t convinced judging on his displeased frown.
“Liar! Then I’d be on the list!”
With a groan, you held both sides of his face. “Mikey, baby, sweet boy, the list is based solely on looks.”
His brows scrunched, “What, you don’t think I look fuckable?”
“That’s not it. How do you look majority of the time?”
“…Handsome.”
“Bummy.” You deadpanned, reaching down to tug on the stretched out collar of his tank top. Mikey squinted. “At least Takemichi cleans up nice once in a while. And not always wearing fuck-ass flip flops.”
“You like my fuck-ass flip flops.”
“Well, seems the public ain’t rocking with them.”
He kisses his teeth. “Whatever. t’s a dumb list anyway, I don’t care...”
You chuckled as he flopped into the crook of your neck, his ears turning pink. The topic pretty much dropped from there and wasn’t revisited until later that evening, when Mikey sent you a link to the updated forum with a message attached.
from : michelangelo ♡
9:07pm
“ my fuck-ass flip flops - 1.
[_____] - 0. ”
'Manjiro “Mikey” Sano. 5’4ft blonde menace with attachment issues. And by that we mean if he was given the chance, he would live in your skin. Certified clinger. Velcro baby. No matter the label, just know he’ll be shameless about it. The same could be said for the bedroom. We all know he’s forever smacking and snacking on something—Chips, candy, dorayaki—who’s to say you aren’t on the menu? Hands down the munchiest MUNCH on the planet. A giver and a taker. Greedy, greedy, G R E E D Y. If you so much as give an inch, he’ll take a nautical mile. However, he is L A Z Y. A dom-leaning switch for sure, who’ll end up a pillow prince if he’s tired enough. You’ll get minimum aftercare outta him before he’s out cold. It doesn’t matter if he’s still between your thighs, it’s a wrap. You’re stuck there for a couple hours, tops. At least once he wakes up, there’s a nice motorcycle ride and a big meal in your future to make up for the leg cramps. 9/10.'
You could only shake your head. Then, replied with a simple:
to : michelangelo ♡
9:10pm
“ congrats, munch. ”
He gave it a thumbs down.
“What do you mean you didn’t post it?”
The confusion in the air was palpable, one could taste the question marks. DRAKEN knew of the list, but not by much. He figured it was just some anonymous forum where people could express their feelings about another person without repercussion. At least, that was his understanding. So, when he asked you not to air out your sex life to the world, thinking you had something to do with it, safe to say he soon realized he truly had no idea of its purpose.
'Ken “Draken” Ryuguji. 6’1ft of HOUSE REAL BIG. CAR REAL BIG. DICK REAL BIG. DICK REAL BIG. DICK REAL BI—You get the idea. Knowing his background and how he was raised, there’s no doubt he wouldn’t treat you with the utmost respect. The bar is in hell, but he’s carrying it on his shoulders like a champ. Despite him being dense with romance, he makes up for it with sincerity and earnestness. He’s reliable in many ways—Hungry? He’s already ordering. Sleepy? His lap’s ready and waiting. Horny? He’s blowing your back out then tucking you in before clocking in for work. Very much a Dom, no questions asked. Whether he’s gonna be hard or soft depends on the type of energy you’re bringing to the table. So…might wanna tread lightly. Or don’t. It’ll be your organs getting rearranged at the end of the day. 10/10.'
“Yeah, that isn’t exactly how it works. Only one person runs the account as far as I know. They take submissions and whatnot, but normally they randomly pick who they want to post . I’ll say though, I’m not surprised you thought it was me. This is freaky accurate.”
Draken raised a brow. “You sayin’ I’m dense?”
You gave a lofty shrug. “Just…impressed with how they were able to get some things right. Only some. You aren’t exactly fluent in romance.”
He kissed his teeth, crossing his arms. “Right. Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying this right now?”
“I’m not!” You said, immediately struggling to fight a grin.
“Uh-huh.”
“C’mon, you gotta admit it’s a little funny. You’ve clearly got admirers, Kenny. And I can’t say I disagree with their analysis. You definitely raise the standard for how men should act, in and out of the bedroom.”
Draken flicked your forehead. He grinned at your whined protest, already trying to soothe the small ache with his thumb as you pouted at him. “I take it back, you suck.”
“Yeah? Just like that, huh.” He winded his long arms around you, hauling you into his lap with ease. You gave little resistance, but made it a show of acting indifferent as you upturned your nose at him. The twin dragon smirked, reaching up to take your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I can live with that. As long as you still want me.”
You eyed him, lips pursed. After a brief moment of feigned contemplation, you relented. Leaning down to nuzzle your nose against his, you sighed. “Fine. Only because you have a huge dick.”
Nearly choking on air, Draken looked at you incredulously. Then, once he noticed the teasing glint in your gaze, he glared before gently pinching your thigh in retaliation. “Brat.”
BAJI didn’t really keep up with the trends. Safe to say he knew absolutely nothing about the list that’s been sending the campus into a frenzy. Even when you inevitably caught wind of it and tried to convince him to discuss it with you, you’d have had better luck convincing a brick wall.
“Kei, aren’t you a little curious about what it means?” You fiddled with his glasses, much to his dismay as he tried to focus on reading this difficult paragraph. “Hellooo? Are you listening to me?”
“I’m trynna focus, knock it off.” He lazily shook you off, holding the book closer to his face.
You huffed. “You’ve been stuck on that page for ten minutes. Not like you’re making much progress.”
He glared at you from over the book. “Shuddup. You buggin’ about shit I don’t care about isn’t gonna make me go faster. I don’t get why you wanna talk about it so bad in the first place.”
“Unbelievable. You really weren’t listening to a single thing I said.” He shrugged in response. With a shake of your head, you explained once more. “Because, Keisuke, you got posted on it earlier today.”
“…What.”
You nodded. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“Why the hell am I on it?”
You crossed your arms, smug. “Oh, now you’re interested. What happened to not giving a shit?”
“I don’t, until it involves me.” Baji sets down the book, scooting his chair closer to yours until he’s fully invaded your space. Before you could hit him with another smart remark, he shot you a small glare. "Don't start. Show me."
"Tsk."
'Keisuke Baji. 5’9ft walking Pantene commercial, with a short fuse ready to blow at any time, so proceed with caution. This isn’t to say he’s a danger to you, far from it, but he will be a ginormous headache. Can’t keep his hands to HIMSELF. He’s touchy, no matter where you are or who is present, his hands are somewhere they shouldn’t be. Sure, he’s rough around the edges, but there’s a hopeless romantic deep, deep, DEEP down. If you squint. Please squint. The collective agrees he’s definitely a hard dom. Once he puts his signature ponytail in, he’s fucking you like he hates you—Light choking, hair pulling, biting. Then, several rounds later, he’s cuddling you close whilst whispering small reassurances into your ear. Nothing flowery, just purely him. That’s as much aftercare you’ll get out of him before he passes out. 8/10.'
He stared hard at the screen. If you listened closely, you could hear the gears turning in his head, contemplating his next words…or his next move. One pregnant pause later, Baji kissed his teeth in annoyance, gesturing vaguely at the phone. “Man. Had me thinking it was a call out post by some punk wanting to fight. Not some horny bullshit. Knew it was stupid.”
“It’s not stupid! It’s entertaining.” You defended, earning a disbelieved stare from the ravenette. With that, you scoffed, kicking at his chair. “Oh, what do you know? You think knocking someone unconscious is considered fun.”
“More fun than reading that. It’s not even true. I don’t cuddle.”
You snorted, arms crossed. “You saying that’s the only part you have an issue with? Out of everything else, cuddling’s where you drew the line?”
By now, Baji had lifted the book back up to his face, but you could tell he was growing flustered based on how tightly he gripped the edges. “...Shuddup.”
Irritated couldn’t begin to describe how you felt at this very moment. The bubbling pit of pure jealousy that simmered in your stomach as you were forced to watch your boyfriend politely interact with his new fanclub wasn't ideal. MITSUYA was a favorite amongst the students, if not the it-boy on campus alongside his taller friend, Hakkai Shiba. Renowned designer in the making with his aspiring modeling companion, of course they’d draw in attention.
Unfortunately, compared to Hakkai, your man was nothing short of a social butterfly, willing to indulge and with the patience of a saint. He was an energy that people just naturally gravitated to.
And it only worsened after a particular post was made.
'Takashi Mitsuya. 5’7ft green flag that was written by a woman. A bit of a headscratcher, to be honest. On one hand, he’s an old fashioned gentleman with a sense of style, who takes care of those around him—The nurturing type. On the other hand, he’s a roughhouser with a mean left and right, and won’t hesitate to put you in your place if you wanna get buck with him—The strict type. He’s not a monolith, baby’s got range. So that’s why he’s ABSOLUTELY a switch. Growing up being the man of the household, it wouldn’t be too far-fetched to think he craved being taken care of; pampered, if you will. It would be somewhat equal in the bedroom, but he’s inclined to give you more than he takes. And don’t even get us started on aftercare. Rose petal bath, oil massage, home cooked meal hot and ready…12/10.'
To think his popularity couldn’t get any worse, now instead of just his club members fawning over him, damn near anyone with a pulse approached him in hopes of catching a crumb of his attention.
Although it was subtle, you could clearly see the exhaustion on his face. He had been working a lot lately, dealing with home life on top of school, keeping up with his former gang members and trying to balance a relationship–It can get to be a bit much. And now, anywhere and everywhere he went, felt like a spectacle.
After a while, you loudly cleared your throat to interrupt the little meet-and-greet. All eyes instantly drifted over to you, some curious whilst the majority weren’t so thrilled to see you standing there. You made a show of smiling and giving a small wave, unperturbed by their snark.
Mitusya, thankful for the interruption, spoke, “Alright, guys, it’s been nice chatting with you all, but I really should be going now. [____] and I have plans. Can’t keep ‘em waiting for too long.”
Collective groans and grumbles were heard amongst the crowd, some even commenting on how you ruined their good time. Of which, he didn’t take too kindly. “Hey. None of that. I’ve given you more than enough of my time. Show them the same respect you show me, and nothing less. We clear?”
The group snapped to attention at his disapproving tone before shrinking within themselves, meekly apologizing. One would think they’d feel shame for the childish behavior, but judging on their flustered and dazed grins, safe to say they were totally into being reprimanded. Especially from their favorite golden boy. No doubt they’d use this to fuel whatever fantasy they’ve conjured in their head about him. You fought back the urge to throw up in your mouth.
Later on, during your walk back to his apartment, you couldn’t help but chuckle thinking back on the whole thing. Mitsuya, with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, gave you an affectionate squeeze. “What’s so funny, hm?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yeah,” you gave a squeeze back, looking up at him. “Everything was sunshine and rainbows until you felt a line was crossed. You aren’t beating the ‘switch’ allegations any time soon.”
Mitsuya chortled. "It’s basic human decency.”
“Yeah, well, you make it look hot. Like everything else you do. It’s annoying.”
He shook his head, giving you another squeeze before kissing your temple. "I'm grateful you put up with me and my annoyingly hot self. Please continue doing so."
Just like Baji, KAZUTORA knew very little about the list, if anything at all. He didn’t understand the point, nor did he care to find out. That is until he’s being clowned left and right by his friends in the groupchat. Now he’s got no choice but to do some investigating. And what he found was utterly mortifying.
'Kazutora Hanemiya. 5’9ft red flag that was written by a man with both mommy and daddy issues, who’s never been touched by a woman. With that being said, he’s a textbook sub-leaning switch. He’s an overthinker, so you’ll be the one most likely calling the shots/taking the lead. And he’ll be an avid follower. Maybe even a worshiper. His anxiousness will fuel his inferiority complex, which then will fuel his need to overcompensate and overly please—You say jump, he’ll say “fuck off” while already going as high as he can. He’s also very much a voyeur. Loves to watch, those big eyes need to see every micro expression, soak in just how good he’s working your body for his spank-bank later. Also a bit of a masochist, glutton for punishment if it means you stepping on him then tonguing him down after. Deductions for being a felon. Kinda hot, but besides the point. 8/10.'
How does one even respond to something like this? His entire body felt like it was on fire, face flushed something terrible as he read the paragraph over, and over, and over. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way this was happening. Somebody took time out of their day to plaster this all over the internet, and had the nerve to be anonymous.
Just his luck.
What was there even to gain from this? Humiliation? Revenge? What kind of sick fuck would just say these things as if they were gospel, like they had insider information that needed to be shared. Kazutora racked his brain for a lead, a small clue to point him in the right direction of any potential suspects responsible. That included you.
“You can’t seriously think I had anything to do with that.”
“If not you, then who else?”
“Literally anyone else. The hell I look like posting about how you fuck me to strangers on the internet. Porn is free, they don’t need my help to feed their gooning addictions.” You replied with a scoff, continuing to flip through one of his mangakas you borrowed.
He huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, guess I can’t argue with that. How am I supposed to narrow down my search from just ‘anyone’.”
“You don’t. No one knows who they are, and probably never will. It’s nothing but drama, and it’ll all blow over with time, so don’t stress.”
“Easy for you to say. You aren’t getting sent links for ball clamps and vibrating butt-plugs from your friends.”
You paused from reading, slowly peering at him from over the book. A small glint twinkles in your eye, sending an uneasy chill down his spine. “What’s that look for? Quit it. It’s creepy…”
“Do you…still have those links?”
Kazutora glared. “Fuck no. Even if I did, you ain’t getting ‘em.”
You glared back. Then, shortly after, a wicked grin spread on your face. “That’s fine. I’ll just ask Mikey to send them to me.”
He stiffened. "You will not."
“Try me."
“I’ll kill you both.”
“See you in hell, I guess.” You easily replied, already tapping away to a certain blonde gremlin.
Compared to the others, PAH would be like a clean slate. Didn’t matter how many times you brought it up, explained it, broke it down—He was going to forget every time. It wasn’t rocket science, but it was complicated enough to where he just couldn’t grasp the concept. That is, until you summarized it perfectly.
“It’s like when you’d look at nudey magazines all the time back in middle school. You didn’t know the girls on the pages, but you fantasized about what they would be like if you slept with them. Y’know, because they’re so attractive. Except instead of supermodels, it’s your fellow students. Makes it more obtainable, more real.”
He hummed along, stroking his chin. “Yeahhh, yeah, I’m following, that makes total sense when you put it like that. You’re really smart, [_____]. How’d you come up with that?”
Endeared, you merely shrugged. “Guess I’m just that good.”
“Damn right. Wait, so if you’re on the list, does that mean someone sees you as jerk-off material?”
“Er…that’s definitely one way to put it. Sure.”
Pah sat there in contemplative silence. His mouth was slightly agape, his stare blank and resembling that of an old computer rebooting. You tilted your head, “You good? Did I lose you?”
“...I think…someone’s out there jerking it to my face.”
You eyes widened to the size of plates. “O-Oh?”
He slowly nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t think much of it when Peh showed it to me. Frankly forgot about it until now.”
Pah whipped out his phone, and after scrolling for the exact text his aforementioned friend had sent to him a while back, he handed it over. “See, look.”
After taking the phone and briefly reading the message, you clicked on the link.
'Haruki “Pah” Hayashida. 5’4ft yakuza in the making. If you judged him off looks, you wouldn’t dare cross his path on the street let alone roll around in the sheets with him. However, don’t let his harsh exterior fool you, he’s a real softy through and through. Although he’s dense as a rock, maybe even more, he’s insanely loyal. Not to mention an eater. Another certified MUNCH. Going down on you would be the highlight of his week, you’d become part of his daily nutrition. He gives soft dom, wouldn’t have the heart to be mean to you or degrade you, but would love to take care of everything for you. Forgets about his own pleasure because he’s so invested in yours, and even if you insist on returning the favor, nine times out of ten it’ll end with you being the focus. 7/10 because he definitely shares way too many details with his best friend, Peh.'
You read through it a couple times, lips curled inward to suppress the giggle you so desperately wanted to let out, especially with how earnestly he watched you for any sign of discomfort. “W-Wow. This is…I’m speechless. They really nailed you down to a science, can’t say I have any complaints. Except for maybe the last part. Not sure how accurate that is. Care to elaborate?”
His brows scrunched in confusion. Leaning closer to see what you were referring to, Pah could only give you a sheepish look. “...I don’t actually share that many details with Peh. Mainly surface level stuff, y’know, just to brag a little. But nothing personal. Honest.”
A snort had slipped out, reaching up you gently pinched his chubby cheek. “I believe you. But, maybe we keep those things behind closed doors moving forward, hm?”
Pah leaned into your touch, hearts practically swirling above his head as he nodded. “Whatever you want, ma.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 The older haitaini — RAN, has been keeping an eye on you for a while now. whenever rindou brought his friends home, he’d shamelessly squeeze every second of interaction he could out of you. bringing out cups of tea, pretending it was simply out of goodwill, all just to hear your quiet “thank you.”,. he’d even go as low as wandering out of his room under the excuse of getting a glass of water despite not being the slightest bit thirsty, secretly hoping you’d invite him to join the conversation.
of course, he’d decline with a casual shrug, acting as though he had better things to do. all while his cute little brother sat nearby, shooting daggers at him for so obviously fishing for your attention.
with one rather unfortunate turn of events unfolding downstairs — a drink accidentally spilled all over you — ran caught the quiet, frustrated “goddammit,” that slipped past your lips as your footsteps wandered through the house in search of the bathroom.
to ran, however, it couldn’t have come at a better time.
“Ah… ahh, what to do?” ran muttered, leaning against the doorframe and towering over you just outside the bathroom. his long, raccoon-colored hair dripped with water, a towel slung low around his waist.
“Should I just tell my brother his cute little friend just barged into my bathroom?” ran mused, a teasing grin tugging at his lips. he leaned in, the damp tips of his thumb and index finger gently catching your chin, coaxing your gaze up to meet his.
“I’ve got a feeling he won’t let you come over for quite a while after that… hm?”
again, he teased. ran watched the way you nervously bit your lower lip, your eyes flickering with panic as you struggled to find the right words. every little reaction was exactly what he’d been hoping for. you were playing right into his hands. “N-no, please,” you pleaded.
damn, you’re getting him excited. too damn excited. The towel hanging loosely around his waist — miserably failing to do its only job to cover his manhood; who, no shame, hides its excitement.
“What should we do then, hm?” he asked, his voice maddeningly calm. a beat of silence passed before he spoke again. “What could we possibly do to make it even?”
He wasn’t rushing you. that was the worst part. ran simply let the silence settle, watching panic do all the work for him. every passing second left you more flustered, your thoughts spiraling until you could barely think straight. he hardly needed to manipulate you anymore — you were unraveling all on your own.
then, just as he anticipated — “P-please…” you blurted, desperation creeping into your voice. “I’ll do anything—anything… just don’t let rindou know. He’ll get mad.”
ran’s smile deepened, subtle enough that you almost missed it. you knew well enough how fiercely rindou loved his older brother. if it ever came down to choosing between the two of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe he’d take your side.
And ran knew that, too.
“Anything?” he repeated, his gaze lingering on your visibly trembling body — examining closely from head to toe. you swallowed the lump in your throat before giving a slow, almost imperceptible nod.
“…Anything.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 MIKEY’s childhood friend — baji’s younger sister, returning from the city with his grandparents after years without so much as a word.
he could barely remember you. the little girl with rosy, chubby cheeks, innocent looking wide round eyes, and a height that barely reached his shoulders had long since disappeared, replaced by someone far more mature than he’d ever imagined — body shaped so weirdly that he can never even think of. so… erotic. he could only stare.
you on the other hand, thought mikey had barely changed. “Hair’s longer now, I see,” you teased with a small smile, the familiar words carrying you right back to the days when he’d never let a single opportunity to tease you slip by.
the next few days were spent with mikey and your brother, falling right back into the rhythm you’d left behind years ago. his endless teasing, lazy antics, and shameless selfishness hadn’t changed one bit. having some time, he’d shamelessly ask for a massage. you’d always been the best at it.
“Come on,” the blond groaned, flopping onto the couch in his garage room, both waiting for baji who begrudgingly went to buy snacks after losing a game of rock-paper-scissors.
“Fine,” you could only groan in response, rolling your eyes and placing yourself onto the empty space beside him on the couch. you narrowed your eyes, catching another glimpse at the blond.
“How am I supposed to massage you with your shirt still on?” you frowned. “And where’s the oil?” your irritation only deepened when he simply sat up, eyes still closed, arms lazily lifted above his head.
he gave his shoulders a slight shrug, waiting expectantly. not a single word. the gesture alone was enough to tell you exactly what he wanted — and that’s how he’s always been.
“…Seriously?” you deadpanned, realizing he fully expected you to take his loose shirt off for him. With a reluctant groan, you did as he silently requested. grudgingly, you reached over and tugged the loose shirt over his head, tossing it aside, your gaze landing on his well-built abdomen — now that’s something that’s not similar to the past.
he cracked one eye open, an amused brow arching as he caught you staring. he’d been pointing toward the bottle of massage oil for the past few seconds, yet you hadn’t reacted at all. “Earth to you,” he called, waving a hand in front of your face. “Earth to you.”
“I’m amazing, aren’t I?” he grinned. you could’ve sworn a star sparkled beside his eye as he flashed that unbearably smug smile, proudly patting a hand against his toned abdomen as if waiting for your praise. instead, an irk mark seemed to appear on your forehead as you looked away, eyes squeezed shut.
“You know what? I don’t want to massage you anymore.”
you waited for a banter — but received a shrug instead “Yeah, you know what? I’ll massage you instead.” he flashed you a grin before resting his hands on your shoulders, effortlessly turning you around to face away from him.
His hands settled on your shoulders with surprising care, thumbs pressing into the knots better than you imagined him doing so. his hands slowly worked their way downward, thumbs pressing gentle circles through the fabric of your shirt, easing the tension from one sore spot after another. a quiet, involuntary, “Mhn…” escaped your lips as your shoulders gradually loosened beneath his touch.
His hands drifted lower until they reached the hem of your top, holding your hips with both hands, his thumbs slides underneath the garment, trying to catch a reaction from you. receiving a quiet sigh with no disapproval, the young latter guided his hands deeper onto the clothes. you thought nothing of it — this is how mikey is used too, he’s always been touchy.
“You’ve grown,” mikey mumbled, his gaze and fingers lingering beneath the thin layer that’s hiding your figure from his sight. “…Your body has changed so much.” he followed. if you weren’t his childhood friend you would’ve thought something different.
he drizzled a good amount of oil on his hands — now raising the fabric up above your shoulders before soothing the warm oil over your back. you twitched, resisting the soft touch on your back.
“I almost didn’t recognize you.” he grumbled, oiled hands pausing at the sides of your waist, leading back and forth; then, lazily, slowly — really slowly extending themselves upward. “M-Mikey,”
“Even your voice has changed.” his brows twitched, “…It became so seductive,” he drew you closer, right in between his legs, his hands bringing you close enough to feel his every breath, the warmth tickling your nape, hands steady against the sides of your ribcage.
“It’s making me wanna do bad things to you.”
⊹₊ 𐔌 SHINICHIRO — seeing his childhood crush again after what felt like a lifetime at a reunion held in wakasa’s private villa had his stomach flipping all over again. there you were, laughing softly, looking every bit as breathtaking as he remembered. maybe even better. and maybe, just maybe, this time he finally has a chance.
he’d changed, after all — older, more mature, far more composed than the hopeless teenager who could barely string two words together around you. and he remembered correctly, he could have sworn that used to be your type.
shinichiro couldn’t have thanked his beloved friend more for bringing you along with your friends. with a grin, wakasa gestured toward him — as if introducing the man with black locks to you again.
You let out a small laugh.“I remember Sano, silly. How could I ever forget him?”. with those words leaving your lips, shinichiro slowly turned toward takeomi, already seated, before pointing a finger at himself, eyes wide and mouth hanging open, mouthing ‘me?’, as if he heard wrong.
composing himself, shinichiro let out a quiet breath before clearing his throat. with a small smile tugging at his lips, he closed the distance between you and held out his hand.
“It’s been a while,” he said, a little more confidently than he felt. “Why don’t we catch up?” takeomi’s brows shot up, everyone’s eyes falling on the floor — waiting for your response.
you smiled warmly, eyes closing with a tilt of your head, accepting his hand. “I’d love to.”
chuckling to himself, wakasa pulled two empty chairs over and set them beside each other before gesturing for the both of you to sit. “Bring out the drinks,” he called.
the night stretched on longer than you expected. you couldn’t even remember how many drinks you’d had — far more than you could normally handle. but shinichiro surely did drink a lot more; he’s always been weak with alcohol. besides, between catching up with old friends and talking with each, you could never noticed the alcohol catching up to you. you could only be grateful, wakasa had already prepared extra rooms for anyone who wanted to stay the night.
“I wish we ended up together…” the drunken shinichiro mumbled under his breath, tipping the last of his liquor back before setting the empty bottle aside.
wakasa glanced from you to his old friends, only to find everyone else just as intoxicated — slumped against one another, laughing far too loudly and too drunk to notice either your absence or the quiet confession that had slipped from shinichiro’s lips. as reliable as you are, you didn’t miss the concern coming across wakasa’s face. pushing yourself to your feet, just as pleasantly tipsy, you flashed a reassuring grin on his wakasa’s shoulder. “I’ll guide him up,”
“Thanks.” wakasa glanced back at his old leader, cheeks flushed from one drink too many, practically clinging to your side as you helped him walk. the corners of his lips curled into a grateful smile. as the host, he couldn’t exactly leave the party himself — silently watching as the two of you gradually disappeared into the villa.
“Ugh…” shinichiro groaned the moment he reached the room, letting himself fall, back first on the bed. you lingered by the doorway, glancing back one last time before turning to leave.
“…Don’t leave,” your steps came to an abrupt halt. slowly, looking over your shoulder, only to find his dozing figure. you let out a quiet sigh, glancing at the man with cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. shaking your head with a faint smile, you walked back into the room, grabbed the spare blanket, and gently draped it over him before he could catch a cold.
you quietly sat beside him, your gaze falling on his peacefully sleeping face as the room settled into a comfortable silence. a long moment of silence before his eyelids slowly fluttered open, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“Stay…”, he mumbled weakly, his brows furrowing ever so slightly, his voice carrying a quiet plea that made your heart skip a beat.
“I’m not leaving, Sano,” you whispered. you watched as your old acquaintance sleepily reached for your hand, gently guiding your palm to his cheek before closing his eyes, quietly savoring its warmth.
“Shin…” he mumbled. “I want you to call me Shin.” a sleepy smile found its way onto his lips before he looked at you once more, his gaze soft despite the haze of alcohol. “You’re still as beautiful as ever.”
gently, he tugged at your hand until you eased onto the bed beside him. without a word, he rested his head against your stomach, letting out a quiet, contented sigh as his fingers absentmindedly playing bridge in between your chest.
maybe it was the alcohol clouding your judgment, letting him do as he pleased without a single complaint. or maybe, you just like how he is right now — you didn’t even bother knowing.
shinichiro’s hand slowly found its way to your neck, his fingertips gliding gently along your jaw before coming to rest beneath your chin. his index drew against your lower lip, his gaze never once leaving yours.
“Call my name,” he murmured, gaze falling on your lips, his voice low and steady. his pointer finger gently pressed on the soft skin of your lower lip.
“Shin,” you called softly, shinichiro’s gaze never wavering, watching your lips as every syllable left them. he swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing, before shifting his hips slightly on the bed.
“You’ve always had this effect on me,” shin started, his voice barely above a whisper. his fingertips lingered to the edge of you teeth, extending itself to touch the insides of you cheeks, pressing on the soft muscle. “Everything that comes out of this pretty little mouth of yours…” he paused.
“It got me feeling some desire.” he admitted, retrieving his fingers and popping them inside his mouth. tongue circling on his fingers, tasting the bitterness of the alcohol from your saliva.
“Desire?” you echoed, shamelessly at that — knowing full well what he’s talking about. “Yeah,” he answered simply, meeting your gaze without looking away. he leaned in, hovering on top of you, leaving just enough for the space between the two of you to breathe.
“Something like making me want to hump into that mouth of yours.”
People will hop on social media and drop these super confident, super restrictive headcanons about Tokyo Revengers like they’re canon law, without doing even basic research. Then other folks just eat it up and repeat it. And for some dumbass reason it’s always disguised as “I’m just protecting the lore” or “That wouldn’t happen in the anime/manga”. Like okay, yeah some shit that people say makes no sense, but some of y’all be going too mf far! At least do a quick reread or check the character books before posting like your take is objective truth. The story has nuance, and Wakui left room for different interpretations. So I’m not saying people’s opinions or views are wrong but at least have the fucking sauce to back it up so it makes sense. Fanfiction and OCs exist to expand the universe, not shrink it into the most boring, gatekept version possible. If you don’t actually understand the story, the characters, or the themes Wakui wrote, maybe sit down instead of using your platform to gatekeep and spread misinformation. It’s not “protecting the lore,” it’s giving pick-me, “girls don’t belong in male spaces,” main character syndrome with a side of conservative brainrot. Some of the best TR content I’ve seen comes from creators who actually understand the characters and still make bold, well-developed male/female/nonbinary OCs who earn their place in the chaos. That’s how you get fresh dynamics, better tension, and more interesting stories. The beauty of Tokyo Revengers is how raw and layered it is. People who actually get it create fire OCs, explore deeper dynamics, and expand the world instead of shrinking it into the most boring, restrictive box possible. Meanwhile the loudest voices are out here acting like their half-baked headcanons are sacred text. If your entire contribution to the fandom is telling people their OCs are “nonsense” because they don’t fit your narrow view… maybe log off and touch some grass. To the creators actually cooking with well-written OCs that respect the source while adding something new, y’all keep eating. The rest of y’all need to do better. Research before you post. Stop embarrassing yourselves. Let people create.
