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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

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ SANO MANJIRO mikey headcanons

⊹ mikey who shows up outside your house completely unannounced with a helmet in one hand and a sleepy smile on his face. he never has a plan beyond “wanted to see you,” but the nights always turn into aimless rides, convenience store snacks, and watching the sunrise from somewhere only the two of you know.

.⠀⠀⠀ ू❀𝆬　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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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.

pairing: disbanded!toman x gn!reader

warnings: mature content. MDI. cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy, @captaincyberqueen, @tsukiran , @sereniteav , @iluv-ace , @reiners-milkbiddies , @kaorisakamotofan

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?”

#🍁wasabi #🍁allspice #tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #tokyo rev x reader #the fuck-it list #toman x reader #mikey x reader #draken x reader #mitsuya x reader #baji x reader #kazutora x reader #pah chin

The Dark Side of ToMan

cw: NSFW, explicit sexual content, oral sex, rough sex, degradation / slurs, violence, guns / crime, drug use, toxic relationships and non-romantic sexual dynamics.

MDNI — minors do not interact.

Working for Toman means you are untouchable. Unless they decide to touch you first.

"Open your mouth." Baji forced it open without hesitation and pulled your hair firmly. "I have to come now, make me cum fast."

Thinking about a soulmate AU where people would get a soulmate mark when they reached puberty.

Toman founders headcanons

Amongst the Toman founders, Keisuke Baji is the first one to get a soulmate mark and he was definitely not ready for the teasing that followed. Mikey kept poking it and asking if it hurt. Kazutora and Pah would point at random girls and yell "LOOK! It's your soulmate!" Draken and Mitsuya never explicitly teased him but they were always be the ones laughing loudest.

Draken tried to keep it a secret but he got caught up in one of Mikey and Baji's fight then it somehow got revealed. Despite Draken's threats Mikey announced the news to everyone and just like that the torture began. Now Draken was the one being poked by Mikey. Kazutora would see a girl minding her own business and say "Baji look, it's your soulmate!" And Pah would respond saying " Nah... That's Draken's soulmate." Mitsuya would try to hold in his laughter and he'd fail miserably. The most ironic thing was that Baji who was supposed to be sympathizing with Draken was being the most obnoxious about it.

Kazutora was unashamed about getting a soulmate mark, if anything he felt quite proud. Of course Mikey had to poke at it as well (It had become a rite of passage at that point) and kazutora would smirk smugly. His soulmate mark had become everyone's problem but no one suffered more than the girls that interacted with him. He once told this girl that he was too hot to be her soulmate (She had only asked him for directions).

Mitsuya and Pah got their marks at pretty much the same time and luckily for them everyone had dropped the whole teasing thing. Mikey didn't even poke at their marks...

Mikey was the last one to get a soulmate mark amongst the Toman founders. He was teased for not having a one until it appeared.. He low-key felt left out before having it but he would've never admitted it.

Tokyo Revengers

How they would feel about a super popular, playful & funny, but at the same time gentle, calm and helpful girl who can't stand seeing people upset or hurt

Ft. Mikey, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Izana, Kakucho, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Koko, Inui

A/N: This was requested by @leeseosara

General bf headcanons

→ author's note: yes I'm fully aware that it's chifuyu's birthday in like 2 weeks and I should be writing for him but I randomly pulled a handful of mikey headcanons from my ass and I need to put them out somewhere. chifuyu's birthday fic coming soon as well!

→ summary: general headcanons with silly dark impulse man as ur boyfie 🤲🏻

→ warnings: so much fluff, possibly a bit ooc but I'm trying my best, a teensy bit of smut and angst at the end, mikey x f!reader

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