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rubyrins · 4 months

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ֺ⭑Tr boys making you cake- Toman boys

We getting too cyclical is loving too difficult difficult,difficult, difficult

!You asked them to bake for you

Part1!

A/n:been so long since I last updated💗💗(sorry for the grammar mistakes)

Part 2;)???

#mikey x reader #draken x reader #mitsuya x reader #hakkai x reader #souya x reader #nahoya x reader #baji x reader #chifuyu x reader #text post #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers toman #toman x reader #bakemeacakeseries #cake #they did this for me #part 2?#i love them

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chochuuya · 6 months

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soft and random headcanons with toman!

⤹ mikey is the type of guy to be more vulnerable and get clingy with you when he's sick. he would also wouldn't mind if you do your skincare with and on him.

⤹ draken is the type of guy that would put your head on his shoulder when he notices that you're sleeping. he would act annoyed and even call you an idiot, but there is no denying that there is a sheepish smile on his face ><

⤹ chifuyu is the type of guy that would listen to all the drama that you have.. and might be even more angry that you are hehe.

⤹ baji is the type of guy that would try so hard to make dinner for the both of you.. but then he would burn the food and walks with his head down, sobbing.

⤹ mitsuya is the type of guy that has social media but his presence is almost nonexistent. why? because he only uses it to post you or his crafts on it and to message the gang.

⤹ kazutora is the type of guy who would write you love letters and buy you chocolates or flowers for no reason (he's too shy to say).

⤹ smiley is the type of guy that would say "oh me? thanks." or "i know i am." confidently when you compliment something cute.

⤹ angry is the type of guy that would wuss out 5 times before he decides to confess to you properly. you're his weakness!

⤹ takemichi is the type of guy that would send 10+ notifications to you, trying to get his words across because he keeps making typos and spelling mistakes.

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luxthestrange · 6 months

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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#27 The Blessings

Mikey & Draken, debriefing the Toman: Alright, listen up, you little fuckers-

Mikey & Draken: Not you, Takemichi & Y/n, you two are a blessing and we're all thrilled you're here

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokrev #tokrev x reader #draken x reader #ken ryuguji #ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuguji x y/n #mikey x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #toman x reader #tokrev incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #hanagaki takemichi

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kryannoy · 8 months

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late night rides (if you don't hold his waist)

genre: fluff

characters: mikey, draken, chifuyu, baji, kazutora, mitsuya

You held on to his shoulder but he didn't like that so his solution was to speed up his bike. It's so fast your hair is blowing and your body feels cold from the wind. Adrenaline rushing inside you that you can't handle the slight fear of flying off his bike. You have to hold on to something for dear life and you grab on to his waist tightly, chest pressed on to his back. Little did you know, Mikey just smirks under the helmet for accomplishing his own wishes even if he had to scare you a little bit.

He already disciplined you to always hold him tight because he knows how dangerous he rides his bike. So if you held his shoulders, he would simply click his tongue to let you know that he's "a tiny bit" annoyed. You don't want to hear the end of his nags, you quickly position your hands tightly around his waist. Satisfied, he starts up his bike and revs the engine before going to your desired location.

Before he rides, you didn't place your hands where he wanted. His solution was to straightforwardly grab your hands and wrap them around his waist but he regretted immediately because now he's all red and shy from how close you are. You, on the other hand, noticed his true wishes so you decided to tease him to see his adorable reaction. You hold his waist tighter and snuggling up in his neck from behind. Thank goodness he wasn't riding the bike right now or you guys would be swerving with how embarrassed he is while hiding his face in his hands.

Straight up scolds you for putting your hand on his shoulder. This isn't some kind of school trip or kindergarten shit that you have to line up properly! Put your hands where you're supposed to! Your confusion makes him roll his eyes before grabbing your hand and placing them around his waist. Even during the ride, he at times place his hand on top of yours. Or when he wants to go fast, he'll touch your hands for assurance.

Lovingly straps your helmet first with a nose kiss after you're safe and secured. He smiles a toothy grin before facing forward. When he didn't feel the warmth of your hands on his waist, he looks behind to see your holding on to the seat instead. He frowns and tells you it's dangerous. So you hold his shoulders and you earned a few tuts and a whine from him. You express your confusion and he tells you to hold his waist. Once you do so, he faces forward again with stupidly proud smile on his face. You swore you can see flowers and hearts coming from him.

Politely, respectfully and sweetly tells you to hold him tightly while guiding your hands to where you're supposed to. His soft gesture makes you melt, catching you off guard and just letting him do whatever he wants. His sweet, honeyed voice makes you giggle and squeal in your head, thinking of how lucky you have him as your boyfriend. A delinquent but the sweetest delinquent you've ever met. You smiled under your helmet but he was also grinning.

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anisespice · 3 months

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“ one time for the birthday bitch ” || tokyo rev.

pairing: toman x fem!reader warnings: suggestive context, cursing, implied pegging in fuyu’s, just overall fluffy crack note: it's been like months since y'all last seen me :’)) my bad gang note ii: it was my birthday friday (aquarius season 🤪♒️) sooo thought i'd warm yall up w/ some tr birthday texts :)) hope you enjoy!

#🍁vanilla #tokyorev #toman x reader #tokyorev texts #tokyorev smau #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #mikey #draken #mitsuya #baji #chifuyu #kazutora

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bones4thecats · 3 months

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When Their S/O Meets Their Family

Type of Writing: #4 - Poll Result Characters: Manjiro Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Souya Kawata, and Hakkai Shiba Family: Sister (M.S.), Mother and Sisters (M.T.), Brother (S.K.), and Sister (H.S.) Name: When Their S/O Meets Their Family Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: For Hakkai's part, it only features Yuzuha meeting the reader because of how Taiju is an abusive a-hole to them. Anyways, have fun reading this!

Slight spoilers for: Black Dragons Arc

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🍡 Mikey is very close with his family, and everyone who has ever met him knows this

🍡 When you first met Mikey, he no doubt wanted you to meet his sister, Emma, because he knew that she would like talking to his brother's S/O

🍡 He introduced you guys to one another a couple weeks after your relationship began, in which he just rode up to your house and asked you straight-up if you wanted to meet someone important to him

🍡 You hopped on his bike, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and rode with him from your home to his to meet this person

🍡 Mikey has told you all kinds of stories about his family, from his late older brother Shinichiro to his younger sister Emma

🍡 His bike came to a stop in front of a Dojo, it was his family's, the same one that he was raised in and technically adopted his sister, Emma

🍡 He grabbed your hand and dragged you through the doors, announcing his and your arrival loudly for someone to hear

" Emma! You here? " " Yeah, oh! Who's your friend, Mikey? Is this your S/O? "

🍡 A youthful girl walked out from around the corner of the hallway and looked into the Dojo-themed room, her yellow eyes stared into your (E/C) eyes and she smiled

🍡 Introducing herself, you learned that this was Emma Sano, Mikey's younger half-sister, specifically her father's mistress' child

🍡 Unfortunately for Mikey, you and Emma bonded so much that you were pushing Mikey's affections down a peg, meaning you were ignoring him slightly, prompting him to start pouting

🍡 Why was his family such good conversationalists?

🪡 You have heard millions upon millions of stories of Mitsuya's younger sisters, Luna and Mana, and his mother

🪡 He has wanted you to meet them for so long, but, since his mother worked late and normally wasn't given many breaks from work, he hasn't had any time to actually set up a meeting

🪡 Both thankfully and not thankfully, his mother was given time off, only because she had gotten sick

🪡 Mitsuya was putting in a lot of effort to helping his mother get better fast, so, when you called and he explained the situation, he was shocked when you said you were coming over with some soup

🪡 He tried to protest, claiming he didn't want you getting sick, but, you protested his protests (omg i've never typed that word that much) and you hung up after telling him you'd be there later that day

🪡 Mitsuya sighed and and laid the phone down, you really were a stubborn person when it came to things like this

🪡 When he heard the sound of his sisters yelling that a person was at the door, he got up from the kitchen stove, where he had a tea kettle and opened the door

🪡 You held out a tupperware filled with a reddish-orange thick liquid, he was guessing it was the soup you had made, probably tomato

" Love, you really didn't have to do this. " " Well, I can't have my future mother-in-law staying sick for long, now can I? "

🪡 Your boyfriend directed you to his mother's room while his sisters played in the living room, and when his mother saw you, she smiled and laughed, teasing her son

🪡 He smiled lightly as he handed her a spoon and laid the smooth-vegetable soup in her hands, before wishing her health to reach her and leaving the room with your boyfriend

🪡 This may have not been the most ideal way for you to meet his family, but it did remind him of why he loved you, you're an amazing person with an amazing heart

💢 If you met Angry, you no doubt were destined to meet his twin brother, Nahoya, or Smiley

💢 Angry has wanted you to meet his brother for a while, but, his brother could be quite a lot to take at once, and he understood that, he grew up with him for Pete's sake

💢 When you called his home one day and Smiley picked up, he pretended to be his twin brother, since he obviously wasn't gonna step up to have you meet him anytime soon

💢 He snickered once you hung up, bidding goodbye, and he began to start laughing, though he attempted to hold it in, his brother was in the next room after all

" Who was that? " " Oh, just a spam. I decided to prank the scammer, it was fun! "

💢 Angry was relaxing on the sofa, messing around with a plush you had gotten him a few days prior, by what he knew, they weren't expecting any guests, especially ones after 5:00pm

💢 When he opened the door and saw you standing there, his eyes widened and he cocked and eyebrow, asking why you showed up unannounced, and when you replied with how he asked you to come over for dinner that night, he connected the dots

" That must have been Nahoya, my brother... " " Oh! Now I'm embarrassed, I can't even tell my boyfriend apart from his brother. " " Not by voice, no, but, you'll definitely tell us apart by our physical features... "

💢 Nahoya jumped out from behind the corner and hugged you, saying how happy he was that he could finally meet the person that his brother raved about when healing or resting

💢 This was gonna be a long night...

☄️ I'm gonna layer this on very thickly, he does not want you to meet his older brother, he's a sadistic man by heart, and he doesn't need you to suffer from his cruelty

☄️ Hakkai wanted you to meet his sister, yes, but, due to your busy schedules, he couldn't seem to find the perfect time where Taiju and Yuzuha were apart

☄️ So, whenever you guys had met up to hang out, he normally led you to your home and away from his, he didn't need any trouble now

☄️ But, when you came to his house unannounced, he froze in place

☄️ Oh God, why were you here now?! Taiju wasn't in the brightest moods by what Yuzuha told him, and he didn't need to risk your safety like this!

" Hakkai! Who's at the damn door?! It's takin' you forever! "

☄️ You cocked and eyebrow as he yelled out to the male how it was someone he needed to speak to outside for a few minutes

☄️ He ushered you back outside the doorway and stood with you outside his home, and he sighed, knowing you were gonna ask him a ton of questions on what was going on

☄️ Hakkai slightly teared up as you asked what was happening, and, when he just told you that they had some 'familial bonds' that were kinda rusted over, you groaned, knowing he was lying

☄️ Instead of pushing salt into the wound, you hugged him, allowing him to sigh and wipe his tears away as the door opened

☄️ He swung around to shield you as a young girl walked out, she had light-orange hair and piercing amber eyes, and when she saw you she tilted her head

" Who are you exactly? " " I'm- " " This is the person I've been telling you about, Yuzuha. Y/N, this is my older sister, Yuzuha, and this is my S/O, Y/N L/N. "

☄️ Yuzuha smiled and held her hand out for you to shake, saying how she figured he had an S/O with how cheery he was whenever he hung up the phone sometimes

☄️ Hakkai got flustered and tried hiding his face as you and Yuzuha exchanged stories about Hakkai being a dork as he mumbled about how you guys were 'ganging up on him'

#Tokyo Revengers #Tokyo Rev #Tokyo Manji Gang #Toman #Tokyo Revengers x Reader #Tokyo Rev x Reader #Tokyo Manji Gang x Reader #Toman x Reader #S/O! Reader #GN! Reader #Manjiro Sano #Manjiro Sano x Reader #Mitsuya Takashi #Mitsuya Takashi x Reader #Souya Kawata #Souya Kawata x Reader #Hakkai Shiba #Hakkai Shiba x Reader

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yanderederee · 6 months

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MeetMyGang

April25th, 2004

a/n: Please enjoy!!♡ // BajixTutor!Reader series // ct:fluff

lol lowkey inspired by this behind-the-scenes clip of the live action actors having a push-up contest!

before › now! › after

Just after the events of Rooting for You!

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“Bring her by next meeting,”

Mikey ordered.

Baji sweat under the intense seriousness Mikey was radiating.

“It’s really not what you think, M-“ Baji tried to disagree, but Mikey simply wasn’t taking no for an answer.

This was an order, not a request.

“I just wanna meet her!” Mikey pouted. “Anyone who can get You to stop on a rampage is worth meeting.” Draken agreed, smirking at Baji. “It’s not everyday we get to see Baji Keisuke shy,” Mitsuya shoved Baji playfully. “She’s got to be a saint of some kind to put up with your stubborn ass!”

Baji groaned, glaring at each and every one of the Toman founders, who were simultaneously grinning wickedly back at him.

“I said, no.”

He was determined.

Everyone went quiet, and soon all eyes landed to the ominous aura in the air: all eyes on Mikey.

Baji wasn’t budging.

“Fine,”

Mikey shrugged, outwardly appearing indifferent. “Not like I can force you.”

And that was it.

The meeting ended.

That was way too easy.

Baji didn’t have a good feeling, when the room started to file empty.

“Good luck,” Draken, the last person in the room, had sighed, before leaving Baji in a cold sweat.

— April27th, 2004

“Hmm~mh-mm~”

Whisper

“Who is that guy?”

“I’m not sure, be looks like he’s waiting on someone…”

“He kinda looks.. like a delinquent, doesn’t he?”

“Well he’s driving a bike, so…”

“Maybe he’s waiting on a girlfriend?~”

“Don’t joke like that! Who would even…”

Whisper

“Yyy/nn-chinnn~ y/n-chin~” Mikey whistled to himself, scanning the ocean of student heads while he wait leisurely on his CB250.

Baji was PISSED.

“What is that guys deal?!”

“Who?” You asked, behind him like a little duckling.

“No one!” Baji bit back full force, practically red, trying to hide Mikey from your window viewing pleasure.

Barely taken aback, if at all, you hummed casually before shrugging. “Guess I’ll go find out ~” you gathered the last of your materials before pulling your bag neatly over your shoulder and starting your way towards the door.

“Wait!” Baji tried stopping you, but just as he reached for your hand to try and halt you, you did a quick sprint to the door, avoiding his touch. You grinned wickedly, yet so sweetly, actually, wait, what was with that giggle? He was so caught up in how cute you looked giggling at his bewildered expression, that he lost sight of you completely.

“Shit, wait, y/n!! “ he yelled, trying to make quick work to catch up to you. His glasses slid, the frames blocking his vision only for a moment, enough to make him bump against the door way in his quick pursuit.

“Damnit, Chifuyu!” Baji yelled, and up popped Chifuyu’s blond helmet. “Yes sir!”

“Don’t let Mikey get ahold of Y/n!” He ordered, and just like a good subordinate, Chifuyu clicked his heels. “GOT IT!”

As Baji and Chifuyu both went different directions, Ryusei couldn’t contain his laughter. “What the hell is going on?”

Just outside the school entrance, you snuck to-and-fro between mingling students to make sure you went unseen.

You were just curious after all. Baji never wanted to introduce you to any of his friends, and while it wasn’t like you two were dating, but you were curious about Baji’s personal life.

About his super cool biker gang friends!

You peeked a spying eye out past the gate, scanning the area to spot the culprit of Baji’s stress. It didn’t take long, given the low rumbling of an engine.

Biking boots.

Loose black trousers.

A white belt.

An oversized white v neck, shoulders covered with another school’s jacket. Not the same Tokyo Manji uniform you’d seen just the other day.

And as your gaze wandered to meet the face of this lazily dressed delinquent, you made direct eye contact with Manjiro Sano.

Your heart stopped. What kind of presence was this, that you were feeling? It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of you. Your lungs deflated and suddenly you were lightheaded. Were you holding your breath? Why couldn’t you breathe? Why was he looking at you so intently? Like you were—

“Y/n!” Whispered Chifuyu, bringing you back to reality.

But just before he got his hands on you, so had Mikey.

“Y/n-chin!~ there you are, I was looking for you!” Mikey laughed happily, his bike’s kickstand having been shoved in the ground with haste.

“Too late, shit-“ Baji hissed, just making it in time to witness Mikey holding your hands in his with glee. “C’mon, before your boyfriend snatches you away,” Mikey grinned at you, then glancing at Baji, who seemed to hear every word.

“You low hanging bastard! Don’t you dare—“ Baji started, but it was too late before Mikey was pulling you past your restrains- over and onto his bike, sitting in front of him.

“WHAT THE HELL!” School be damned, Baji couldn’t hide the hot rage that came from Mikey’s overstepping. But even when he tried reaching the two of you, Mikey was already throttling the gas.

The last thing Baji saw of you was your mildly worried expression.

“Seee ya~” Mikey laughed, so so very clearly amused, before riding away full speed.

“Mikkkeeeeyyyyy…” Baji was boiling over, further and further as the day went on.

Couldn’t he just respect one thing? One? Baji said no, No, damnit!

“Baji, we should follow them,” Chifuyu spoke, as though there wasn’t all hope lost. “C’mon.”

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“‘The hells your problem, knock it off!” Baji yelled.

Everyone was just surrounding you— trying to get a look at Baji’s Girlfriend. Or, that was the rumor.

“Baji-San has a girlfriend?!”

“No way! She’s just his tutor!”

“But he brought her here! That’s strange!”

“It’s unlike Baji to bring someone…”

“Shh he’ll hear you!”

“I didn’t say anything wron—“

“QUIT WHISPERING I CAN HEAR YOU BASTARDS!”

Baji groaned. This was the worst.

Chifuyu had good intentions, bringing you around to get a better understanding of who Baji really was, the side of him you didn’t know anything about.

And now here you were in the heart of it, and you looked amazed.

“Is that a real tattoo?” You asked one of the guys, peeking when the thug drew back his sleeve to show it off. “No, fuck off.” Baji pushed past, taking you away from the crowd.

“H-hey! Baji,” you tried to argue, but he wasn’t having any of it. “Don’t care, we’re leaving.”

*reader begins using Baji instead of Kei/Keisuke while in front of his friends, to avoid being seen as disrespectful*

“Woah woah! Where’s the fire!” Smiled a nice looking boy with short hair and a cross earring. “You must be the famous Baji charmer,” he opened his hand to you, to which you shook politely. “Name’s Mitsuya, Mitsuya Takashi.”

“Nice to make your acquaintance Mitsuya-san, I don’t much about charming, but I do my best to keep Baji on top of classes.” You giggled.

Mitsuya paused, starring at you for a while, charmed. Quickly, he looked back up to smirk at Baji. “Lucky bastard.” He almost soluted before giving your hand a final squeeze, and backed off.

But you were a popular guest star, it was only a matter of time before you were swept away again. Much to Baji’s dismay. In the crowd of delinquents, it was getting hard to keep track of where you were being taken.

“Chifuyu, I’m about to lose it.” Baji informed, ready to throttle the next guy who put his hands on you. Chifuyu gulped. “J-just, hang tight boss!” He groaned, dreading the turn of events.

“I-is THAT a real tattoo?” You gasped, the next time you were spotted was with Draken, who was crouching for your convenience and chuckling at your bright eyed excitement. “I-is it a dragon? How cool!” You threatened to trace the ink outline.

“Ken Ryuguji, nice to meet you,” Draken had introduced himself, now standing up to full height.

“Wow, even your name means dragon? That’s kind of bad ass, right?”

Draken laughed, like you’d just said a hilarious joke. “It is bad ass isn’t it!” He laughed even harder. “She’s great, you should’ve brought her around sooner, Baji!”

And while Baji was off fuming, you stood there happily content.

“Hey, yaknow, I’m like, way stronger than Baji, right?” Mikey grinned, leaning in for a fake flirty gesture. Stalking you like a shadow, Mikey’s been having you make your rounds, all within his own supervision.

Mikey did find you rather adorable, after all.

Mikey liked the way you handled yourself, composed and confident in a crowd of scary looking thugs. He liked the way you respected them and treated them in a friendly manner. But Mikey really liked the way you smiled, the lovesick doe eyed puppy that adored Baji. He knew you and Baji were in the process of becoming an item.

But you weren’t yet, so he thought it no harm to pseudo flirt before Baji could have a valid reason to tell him off.

“I saw the way you kick! I was really impressed,” you praised him with an admiration. “Considering Baji is the strongest person I know, I suppose I’ll have to take your word for it.”

This seemed to light a fire in Mikey. “Oh no, take more than just my word. Baji! C’mere so I can kick your ass!” He joked loudly.

Baji was almost thrilled when he finally found you again. And what made it all the better was the way you jogged over to be by his side.

Your presence alone was enough to allow him catch his breath.

When he looked down at you to assess your comfort levels, what with being pawned around like a shiny new toy, he was released to see your carefree smile.

“I’m also way stronger than Baji, by the way.” Out spoke Pah, almost startling you.

“Oh really? Maybe we should test which one of us is the strongest!”

“Stupid~, I’m just gonna win! Don’t even bother,”

“Now that’s a challenge I think I’ll take you up on.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you guys!”

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And that’s how you ended up refereeing Toman’s first official strength and endurance competition.

Between Mitsuya and Draken, you made sure both of them seemed prepared enough for your the starting signal.

“… Go!”

And in traditional arm wrestling fashion, the twin dragons fought with all their strength, gripping for dear life to not be the loser.

They had a good few seconds of beefing back and forth, but soon became obvious it was Draken’s game.

“No fair! No one can beat Kenchin at arm wrestling! This is rigged!” Mikey yelled from the sidelines, not eager to be the one to follow up.

Next in the lineup, they wanted to try push ups. All ready in position, in a line so everyone was visible.

It didn’t take them long to tire themselves out— only a few seemed like they never would stop.

“Just give it up Mikey, I ain’t losin’ to you!” Baji huffed out, still fighting Mikey’s childish need to win. “You’re just sayin’ that cause you’re getting tired~ I could keep this up for hours!” Manjiro quipped back with barely a huff of exertion at all.

All that remained was Mikey, Baji, Draken and Chifuyu. Though, just as they rounded off to the fifteen minute mark, Chifuyu practically lost consciousness. And Draken honestly started getting bored.

“This is fun ‘n all, but don’t you guys have better things to do?” Out emerged another girl, with long blond hair. A wide smile bloomed over your features when you saw her.

“W-wow, you’re like, really pretty… Oh! Um, s-sorry, hi, I’m–“ you tried to introduce yourself, but Emma already knew. “Y/n, yeah, heard lots about you just from passing through.” She held out her hand to you, smiling in unison.

You shook her hand happily, “So, is it true?~ Are you and Baji shacking up?~” she whispered with a grin. Your face heated up dramatically at her question and shook your head. “No! No, n-not like that! We just go to school together!” You defended.

“Hmm~ if you say so.” She let off. “I’m Emma, by the way. Mikey’s my brother, if you couldn’t tell.”

You blinked a few times, turning the idea in your head. “Oh, that makes sense! You guys do look alike!” You nodded, and looked over at Baji and Mikey still squabbling on how to settle the score.

“Oi! Come on! We ain’t got all night!” Draken called to them, now that he finally had his fill of the excitement. “Just settle it with a good ol’ fashion fist fight and be done with it!”

Both Mikey and Baji huffed out some kind of reply, to their feet. “I’m so going to kick your ass.” Baji glared at Mikey. “Oho~ I’d like to see you try.” Mikey grinned back.

“Are they always this competitive?” You leaned closer to Emma in inquiry. “Yes, literally all the time.” She replied quickly, a unanimous nod waving over all else who heard the question.

That made you smile.

Overlooking the petty little dispute, you couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Before, you’d only ever seen Baji with a mild temper, holding his tongue and being the voice of reason in some cases. His thick rimmed glasses hid half his face, and you’d have never guessed his hair was actually as long as it was with the way he tied it back.

You began to fall for him ever since you saw the way he took such good care of the injured kitten, barely a month ago. You began noticing the cracks in the character he played up, and found it cute. The way he would stifle curse words, diverting his ever growing tempter.

Until eventually he began also showing interest in you as well. Meeting you anytime you asked for his presence, gradually asking you more about yourself, and reassuring you about things you couldn’t control.

This, too, was Baji Keisuke. Hot tempered, brash, snarky, confident, handsome… you knew you liked Baji before you knew how he really got along. He was a gentle person underneath it all. He loved animals, just as they loved him back.

Would you have feared him, if you saw this side of him before meeting him in school? Surely not, you’d been surrounded by delinquents for the last hour, and felt no discomfort whatsoever. That had to mean something, right?

“You got this, Baji-san!!” Chifuyu yelled out, snapping you out of you day dream. Everyone was cheering all around you as the fight was in full swing. Push after hard punch, they were fighting for blood. It took you off guard at first, the blood, but this was normal for them.

A swift kick to the side of the head, a block to counter, Baji looped his arm around Mikey’s foot to falter his landing. Before he could meet the ground, Mikey used his palms to push off, and send his uninterrupted foot under Baji’s chin to clock him in an undercut fashion. That definitely had to hurt.

Yet they fought on. In amazement, you starred. With everyone else cheering, the hype of battle began building inside you, until you felt ready to burst. “I believe in you, Kei!” You yelled out. In front row, he definitely heard you. It felt embarrassing having a girl root for you so explicitly, but damn did it work to fuel the fight in him.

Baji grinned wide, regaining his composure. His next punch really hurt, you could tell. Mikey’s expression was a dead give away of that. “Damn, you really pack a punch whenever your girl’s involved,” he teased. “Maybe we should bring her around more often.”

“Try it,” Baji bit back, taking the initiative. The two have sparred so much in their life, they could read each other’s moves easily. And Baji knew Mikey was losing on purpose.

Sure, losing to Baji left a bad taste in his mouth, losing in front of you tasted even more bitter. But at the end of the day, Mikey knew Baji really cared about you. He would have chances in the future to sweep you off your feet and let you reconsider who you liked best. But for now, he wouldn’t dare ruin the glow of excitement that lit up that cute face of yours.

“Winner! Baaajiii!” Draken’s voice rang with a roaring hoot. All of Toman hooted back in response, all in good fun. Mikey could afford losing petty fights in front of his subordinates every now and again. He was still The Invincible Mikey, and he’d be sure to whip anyone who actually questioned that standing.

You jumped in excitement at the declaration, clapping for your classmate. “Way to go Kei!!” You called out happily.

Baji knew he won by default, but he didn’t really care to rebuttal the outcome. Not when you looked so happy. He grinned at you and rolled his eyes. “Had it in the bag,”

“Mmhm~ good fight.” Mikey chuckled past the two of you. “Meeting adjourned!”

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“See you ‘round!” Called out another Toman member, zooming past on their bike. You waved back politely, standing back while Baji worked on getting his bike ready to go. “Y/n~!” Emma caught your attention, hugging you warmly. “Nice to meet you, make it home safe, kay?” She smiled.

You smiled back. “I’ll be sure to do that! Make it home safe!” You waved her off when she hopped onto the back of Mikey’s bike. “Don’t be a stranger~” Mikey called back with a wide grin and a wave.

Baji rolled his eyes, and roared his engine. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back home.”

You paused, worried. “Don’t you usually drive home with Matsuno?” You asked. Chifuyu grinned and patted your back. “Sounds weird having you call me that, just call me Chifuyu, alright?”

“And second, don’t sweat it! I can walk home just fine.”

You gave a weary look. “Well, if you’re sure..” you said uneasily. “Hop on,” Baji encouraged, leaning the bike to one side so you could get on easier.

A few attempts later, you only managed to get yourself situated onto the back of the bike by using Baji’s shoulder for leverage.

Holy shit, Baji only just realized. You were so close. Way too close. Chest pressed flush to his back, you shakily gripped the sides of his uniform. He could feel you breath against the back of his neck.

Your legs felt weird being so close to the hot metal of the exhaust pipe, but Baji assured you it was probably safe.

(*please wear a layer of fabric to separate your skin from touching exhaust pipes/bike motors! It can in fact burn you if you are not careful!)

“Don’t worry so much, you’re fine. You rode on Mikey’s bike just a while ago, right?” He tried reassuring you when he started for takeoff.

“Y-yeah but I was sitting in front that time!”

“You want to sit in front now?” He joked.

“Can I?”

“No, that’s dangerous as hell.”

You laughed. “Then why’d you ask?”

“It was radical.” He rolled his eyes. “Rhetorical!” You yelled back.

“Whatever.”

#FragileDearest #<33333 #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers baji #baji keisuke x reader #baji x reader #Baji Keisuke #toman #toman x reader #Mikey x reader #Mitsuya takashi #draken

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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year

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𝐘/𝐍-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐞𝐧-𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐧?

— Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x F!Reader

☯ SYNOPSIS : A text conversation cause a misunderstanding to Mikey.

☯ WARNINGS : Cheating, sick!Mikey, dumb!Mikey, 800 words.

☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS: Just a small blurb that came to mind. Originally I was going to make small imagines with multiple characters but then decided to make just this one. If you like the it then please leave a like, comment and reblong. Follow me for more like this. Enjoy ♡

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Mikey was in the bedroom already in the bed waiting for you finish your night routine. Then you could cuddle him to sleep. This was his favourite time of the day on top of that Mikey was sick today so he was extra clingy.

Your phone on the nightstand lit up with a incoming message grabbing Mikey's attention but he ignored it the first time, paying no mind to it. But then phone kept buzzing with one after another incoming messages. Mikey got curious as to who was messaging you that much.

Mikey sat up on the bed with his back resting on the headboard. He grabbed the phone and unlocked it.

Ken-chin?

He saw the messages were from Draken which was wired because you and Draken barely talk. Mikey tapped on the notification and the conversation opened Mikey scrolled through them —

Ken : Baby is Mikey Okay?

Ken : Can you come now?

Ken : Babe?

Ken : Baby?

Ken : Darling?

Babe? Baby? Darling?

Mikey's heart dropped. You would not. No you can't. You can't cheat on him. Right?

Mikey scrolled up a little more to your last text with Draken which seemed to happen when he was in the bedroom and you were out in the living room with Emma.

Ken : Baby the bed feels so empty without you.

Ken : Come back here.

Y/N : You know I can't.

Y/N : Mikey is sick and I need to take care of him.

Ken : Do you really have to do that?

Ken : Come on he is not a kid anymore.

Y/N : Ken you know I want to be with you more than anywhere else.

Y/N : I have to go now. Mikey is calling.

Y/N : Bye bye 😚😚😚😚

Ken : Bye babe. Will miss you.

Mikey's eyes filled with water as fat tears kept rolling down his cheek. Loud sobbs kept erupting from his chest. He loves you and needs you like he needs oxygen and you do this. Cheat on him with his very bestfriend?

Y/N-chan and Ken-Chin?

You put back the night cream container on the counter. This was your last step of night skin care. You looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time before going back in the bedroom.

Just as you were about to leave the bathroom a scream shook up the whole house, "Y/N-CHAAAAAAN?"

You quickly ran outside to the bedroom, "Mikey what happened?"

You gasp when saw your boyfriend crying his eyes out with loud sobbs and hiccups. You rush to sit in front of him on the bed.

"What happened?" You palm his warm cheeks, wipping away the tears.

Mikey looks at like a puppy who got kicked by his owner and that hurt your heart. Mikey was a lively person always laughing and smiling. Even if he was feeling down he would put on this carefree persona and keep his real emotions locked away in his heart.

"Y/N-chan." Mikey stammered between sobbs, "Do you not love me anymore? What did I do wrong?"

You frowned at his words, "What are saying?"

"You and, you and Ken-Chin are cheating on me behind my back. Was my love not enough?" Mikey choked on his words.

"What?" Now you were even more confused than ever.

"What is this?" Mikey shoved the phone in your face. You gave him a confused glance before looking down at the phone screen. As you read through the texts your temperature highed and a eye twitched.

You gave his head a smack to knock some sense into his thick skull, "Manjiro you dumbass. This is not my phone but Emma's. Our phone probably got switched."

Mikey.exe stopped working.

"Oh!"

The smack seemed have worked because the next moment a big ass smile appeared on his dumb face, "You are not cheating on me with Ken-Chin?"

"No."

"And you love me?"

"Yes but now I'm doubting if I should."

"Oh! Come on. You love me. You can't live without me." Mikey wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in a hug and making you nose slam on his hard chest.

"Ow. Manjiro you dumbass." You punch his side, which made little to no impact on him, before you also hug him back.

One thing you realised was 'sick Mikey is dumb mikey.' because if Mikey was okay then things would have been much more chaotic and Draken would have been six feet under the ground. Doesn't matter how much Mikey loves or cares for him.

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cu7ie · 10 months

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hiiiiii ☺️ if u r still accepting thirsts, what kinks do u think toman have? u can pick whoever u like!

content: discussion of various kinks. consensual involvement of all parties implied. masochistic reader: nahoya, baji, mitsuya, draken. public sex: mitsuya. very (extremely) brief mention of cannibalism: baji , takemitchi x hana x reader in takemitchy's part. assplay - takemitchi. penis headcanon - takemitchi

MINORS DON'T INTERACT.

an: i got this fucking eons ago. it is finally answered this fine day. (with the help of @bimbohub - much love <3) some of these are unorthodox. argue in the comments or my inbox <3.

chifuyu likes —

bottoming. a firm hand and a strong direction to provide him that foundation - stability to do what needs to get done instead of trying to figure it all on his own.

roleplay. he favors pet/master play, but doesn't mind schoolkid/teacher, or boss/worker - just prefers being the one on the leash, the one being reprimanded, the one being punished ... doesn't mind a role reversal from time to time!

cucking. would let baji fuck his partner. hell, if the whole of toman wanted to fuck, his baby would just have to say the word, and he'd open the floodgates. for chifuyu it doesn't spawn shame within him, and he doesn't harbor ill will towards friends who choose to indulge in you - there's no shame in them liking you when he loves you so much. it's only natural.

bondage. not any more skilled in rope tying than your average delinquent, but there's something so gratifying about rubbed raw wrists - the imprint the binding leaves behind feels like an unspoken badge of honor. that n' the soreness in his hips, because he never lets you take it easy on him.

kazutora likes —

feet. would beat up a schmuck and steal his money just so he can pay for your pedicure. has to beg you to play a little 'footsie' (cute, right?) because you hate the sticky, gross feeling of his cum between your toes, but he's pleading, bargaining with you even. says he'll clean up his own mess and everything.

and gosh. how could you even turn down such a sight?

quickies. i feel like tora cums fast anyway, but there is certain energy contained within that bit of sex, the hurriedness of it all, the mess he leaves pooling in your panties for you to clean (or cope, if you two are in public.) and it's versatile. you could use your hand, mouth, thighs, hole. he's not at all picky.

voyuerism. tora has a little eye that likes to spy. it supersedes any love for exhibitionism or public sex - it's so much more intimate than that. getting to see you undress. touching yourself with such little shame, when you're so shy up close. he has endless moments and memories captured in his mind. some in your bed, some in your shower - his bed. in the living room that one time! enough jerk off material for a millenium.

nahoya likes —

oral. specifcally, your mouth. loves getting his dick sucked because he's impatient and it allows him a delicious amount of control. he can get you to bob up and down with a hand on the back on your head - choke you with the thickness of his cock, the head of it brushing up against your uvula. he's not even worried when you gag. hit his thighs all you like, but you're getting nowhere fast being bratty.

hair-pulling. pulling your hair. he's a little attack dog and will get a little too rough - but one hand in your hair gives him something to focus on- an anchor deeper into you. firm grip, subtle tension. just enough to make you neck curve and your moans just a little more work. likes his hair grabbed too, but gives you specific instructions, grab it a little tight at the root. tug gently. it's fun when you're riding him, such a determined look on your face trying to remember what he said when he's fucking the thoughts out of you.

spitting. sometimes in your mouth, sometimes just on you. it's a part of degradation he holds to a higher esteem than all the others. he does it with precision and intent - a firm slap on your ass and a bit of wetness on your back. sometimes he makes you lean your head back when he's fucking you so hard your hips are on lift-off, and he spits on your tongue; pulling you up to kiss him after.

"that's liquid gold. don't waste it."

baji likes —

biting. rabidness and feralness is all baji knows. even when he's not fucking, he says he bites the things he likes and the more he talks about how he wants to mark you everywhere, his oral fixation nearly ebbs into cannibalistic ideation. sometimes it's a little nibble, doesn't even leave a mark. other times it's a violent chomp, that makes you gasp and sometimes the pain makes you let out a confused moan, flinching upright and away.

but then he's settling atop you, pulling you into his lap, bending you over the counter.

expect lots of new marks before the end of the night.

rough sex. baji will bruise hips, leave crescent shaped marks in hips, bites all over your neck, fingers gripping your hair like a leash. he fucks with a foot on your head, pins you down as he pistons his hips in and out so hard his balls sting when they clap against your skin. spurred on by your whining and moaning, he'll switch positions.

full nelson? your legs are going past your head. sometimes he'll even just wrap a snug arm around your neck while he's rolling his hips into you like a demon, fucking you so hard your insides feel throbbing and bruised.

you cum the hardest when you're at least a little lightheaded, though, so not being able to walk afterwards is kinda worth it.

slapping. will put his hands on anything. baji's law? if it can be slapped, it absolutely will. he'll slap ass, tits, cock, balls. he wants to hear it, see it flop and jiggle as you cringe away from the sudden touch, but whine for more of him anyway. he likes to see you jerk, feel the heat created by his palm as he rubs his hand over the spot.

and if he does it hard enough, you flinch from the after-sting.

draken likes —

size difference. naturally, draken is a pretty big guy. when he was younger it was easier to notice among smaller peers, but the novelty doesn't wear off as he gets older. especially when he starts dating you. his hands are so big they can wrap around both wrists, and you squirm beneath him pathetically as his shadow covers you with ease, and he's cooing almost cruelly about how big his dick is in comparison to you, contemplating how you might stretch n' squeeze sooo deliciously around him. he'll flop it against your tummy, let you feel it's red hot warmth as it throbs intimidatingly. and he cums there's not enough space to fit it all! the sheer amount always ensures your sheets are sticky after.

he also loves being able to pick on somebody his own size. his cock will punch the air out of your lungs. he's rougher because he worries less about breaking you. doesn't have to drape you over his cock and use his hands to move you because you can do the work all on your own. loves watching you fuck yourself on his dick while he all he has to do is lay back and watch you. the sweat collects on your brow as you try to maintain your pace atop him, and he's laughing in a way that makes your face hot and cheeks sting. and the moment he gets antsy from not moving, you're getting fucked on your side while he reminds you of just how well you've been taking him.

brat taming. draken does not do any kind of disobedience in the slightest. it takes him a while to reach that point with you, but you can't deny your easing and egging him on.

you wanna cop an attitude because he ate the food you said you didn't want? you wanna give him the cold shoulder because he didn't run after you to comfort you after you stormed off? he can handle it. he can take it and compartmentalize it, forget about it - only because you're kissing up on him afterwards. but there's always the straw that breaks the camel's back.

his frustration reaches a boiling point when he's cooking dinner and you suck your teeth after he asks you to hand him a knife, and his head snaps so fast to look at you his braid tosses itself over his shoulder. he washes his hands in an instant, not paying mind to your complaint about him getting your shirt wet when he grabs you by your wrist and takes you back to the bedroom, making you lay across his lap. he will make you apologize. every defiance, every squirm or misspeak is rewarded with a SLAP! that's so loud it embarrasses you more than it hurts. that only lasts for a second, as the pain filters in and you mumble a little "ow..."

which he spanks you for again! you're supposed to be apologizing, remember?

spanking. draken has a special ritual for clapping his hands against your ass, believe it or not. one strike means a verbal apology. two strikes means you're on thin ice, and he expects you to bow your head and maintain silence for a moment or two. three strikes? you are getting bent over his knee, and no apology you stutter out between him taking you back to the room and spreading out over his lap can dissuade him from putting you back in your place.

he had big hands, and is used to leaving marks or bruises sometimes. if you're (un)lucky, he'll be wearing his rings as he does it. The sound of each smack like music to his ears as he gets off on you squirming and tearing up, the pain growing to be too much. then he stops. lets you catch a quick breath before the next smack forces it back out of you.

after the fact, when you're blubbering and seemingly can't run your mouth anymore, he has you take care of his hard-on. maybe if you stopped being such a brat, he'd help you out too. eats you out after if you do a good enough job.

mikey likes —

size difference. mikey has a vested interest in establishing hierarchy within his relationships. whatever your body is became his when you started dating him. and as his bitch, he expects you to, no matter how big you are, bend to his will when it's time to fuck. he likes being the dominant party.

loves being able to bend a big bitch over. appreciates how you gasp when he picks you up and fucks you into the wall. or the look of confusion on your face when he can bend you in half and make you stay that way. if you're smaller than him, why, he enjoys teeny cock sluts too. the ones that strangle his cock, hole so fucking tight he has to work them open with terrifyingly slow rolls of his hips.

he likes big cocks, small tits, fat pussy, skinny cock, tiny pussy. fat ass, flat ass, big muscle, chubby tummy, flabby arms! tall, short. if it's different he likes it. if it's familiar he also likes it.

breastfeeding. sucking on nipples, milk or no, legitimately calms him. he can fist his cock and just settle in your lap (or sometimes he can get you to stroke him off) while he latches onto you, sucking and licking over the fleshy bud until you're squirming from the pleasure. it becomes cold and is over far too soon as he moves to the other one. lightly nibbling and tugging with his teeth.

milk adds a new depth to the fun he can have. as he cups your chest in your hand and makes a daft comment about 'leaky udders' and reliving pressure. he can always take what you have to give. it's almost like he never gets full.

roughhousing. mikey likes something about being underestimated. by enemy gangs is one thing - but you can get so haughty sometimes! what's a better way than giving you a noogie to scramble your brains, or with tussling to the ground when you stick out your lip and say "Make me?" he's used to it, and it's so fun to get to flex his strength over you - especially because after he pins you down, the look of you, so helpless ...

sometimes he can't help it if it goes a little further! if it ends up with him pushing your thighs to your chest and biting at your mouth trying to kiss you- bruising the back of your ass as the force of his hips clatters into you and makes you squeal.

he's just a little easy to rile up is all.

mitsuya likes —

gang-banging. he thinks sex with you alone is just fine. however he wouldn't mind if you brought your friends... or maybe you wouldn't mind if he brought his? he's a little selfish. wants a little bit of this or a little bit of that - kiss from this person, nipple play with that person, fingers crooked inside another.

he's never not busy and that's the way he likes it, true facts. when it comes to sharing you with his friends though, he only has one rule. he needs to be inside you at all times. he prefers creaming in your ass/stuffing your pussy, but he'll very begrudgingly settle for your mouth - depending on who's asking. the most important criteria is that he starts and finishes inside. kind of like the last man standing.

flogging. mitsuya likes to punish brats with a small voice and a big stick. he lets you complain, lets you stomp your feet and have your tantrum after dinner, while you're a little tipsy and mad at him for not getting you that one extra glass of wine. he just smiles and takes you home, but as soon as you're inside, he's helping you strip. you're still mumbling your protest as you go and lay on the bed, ass up like he told you to.

maybe you act out like this because you like getting punished? it's not like he doesn't remind you with his patient smile that doesn't meet his pointed eyes. anyway, it all ends the same. with you curling your fingers into your blanket and squealing as the instrument snaps sharply against your ass, blood rushing to the site that gives a cool euphoric feeling, before fading out into a dull, painful throb.

you sniffle about how you're sorry, but moan every time the flog comes down on your ass, filtered in between your little whines and tears.

bimbo training. mitsuya just finds dumb sluts sooo cute. the ones that mindlessly lap at cock and suck on balls, eager to have a load shot deep down their throat, and smart enough tor remember to thank him afterwards. he maintains a strict wardrobe for them. no heels lower than one inch. tops are meant to be formfitting but not uncomfortable - he would end up procuring or creating your pieces on his own, giving you accessories to match every single outfit, but you're not allowed to wear them during the sex part of training.

mitsuya likes gentle reminding. encouragement to try the things you're afraid of, how it'll be okay if you just focus on the sound of his voice, forget about everyone else in the room, just ride his cock like he knows you want to...

it's fun not having to think when it comes to mitsuya. when you stutter or stumble or don't know what to say, he just smiles and speaks for you, thinks for you. it's a lot less stressful! a whole lot more efficient too. mitsuya still takes his time to explain things to you, (so kind!) breaking it down into many little parts so it's easier for you to digest!

oh... what would you do without him?

takemitchi likes —

cucking. he really doesn't deserve hana. it makes his stomach roll every time he thinks about how she settled for him - when she has all the makings to be her own woman - with a better guy (or girl) that could give her all she could ever want - and not have to settle with his short comings. but she kisses up on him the same, strokes his cock slow like she usually does, kisses him on the forehead when he cums...

so when you come along, with the measured kindness that makes his stomach flutter and his head hurt, he tells hina about you. then she meets you. and falls for you just as he did. it's always been his desire to see you two fuck. hear hina moan when you slurp on her clit just right, fingering her pussy till she's clenching around your fingers and make her lick her own wetness from your skin. you fuck her with toys first, then work her up to something bigger.

(penis'd) your cock is a lot fatter than his. he knows because when you fuck into hina for the first time the head squishes and you groan, hips stuttering as you get caught on the tightness of her pussy and releasing a shuddering breath, hina's eyes are closed and her mouth is stuck in an euphoric 'oh', takemitchi's hand like a blur as he angrily fists his cock and bites down on his hand. he's never seen hina make those faces before, make those squeaky breathless noises. he cums to the sound of her moaning your name, and from the sound of the bed shaking, you're no where near finished.

(strap'd) hina's not used to all the bumps and texture on this silicone cock. every angle you hit deeper inside her forces out a hoot or a little holler, her face beet red as you whisper filthy things into her ear. about how she's a little slut for letting her husband watch, how this pussy is now your property ... hina is bent over the bed over the bed at one point, calling out for takemitchi to do ...something. after a point all her noises blur together, but he does end up holding her hand through her orgasm, which you also faithfully fuck her through. she's creamed over your cock at least twice now - faster than takemitchi pulling a single orgasm out of her.

overstimulation. it's not hard to get takemitchi to cum his brains out. a bit of breathing near his cock, a single tug, is enough to get him hard. so imagine a mouth that won't let up? a hand that's so insistent on pumping load after load after load until he has no more to give. a vibrating toy on his nipples or strapped to his dick or up his ass? it's going to put him out of commission for five to six business days. he's always a sweaty sticky mess, pleading for less friction when he's the one who's been bucking into your hand this whole time.

obviously, he still wants it. and who are you to stop a thirsty man from drinking his water?

anal stimulation is another thing he can't handle. a butt plug stretching him out like a glove, a dildo, or a fat cock up his ass? strap or no, he's lost the ability to speak at that point. he's all flushed red and tries to be quiet, but you always wring those noises out of him, somehow.

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mbruben-stein · 1 month

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Being Takemichi Hanagaki's twin sister and dating Mikey/Manjiro Sano would include.

As Takemichi Hanagaki's twin sister, you are just as tough and determined as he is.

Dating Mikey would include late-night rides on his motorcycle, secret kisses in secluded alleyways, and intense battles alongside Toman.

Your stubborn and feisty nature makes you a force to be reckoned with, holding your ground in every fight.

Being the first girl to ever join Toman, you earned the respect of the entire gang with your loyalty and bravery.

Your love language with Mikey is physical touch, always intertwining your fingers with his and resting your head on his shoulder during quiet moments.

Dates with Mikey are never boring, whether it's exploring the streets of Tokyo or simply sitting on a rooftop watching the city lights.

Mikey always falls asleep on your shoulder after a satisfying meal, his peaceful expression making your heart swell with love.

With the ability to time travel just like your twin, you and Takemichi work together to change the course of history for Toman.

Your determination to protect Mikey and your friends knows no bounds, and you will stop at nothing to ensure their safety.

Overall in a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, your bond with Mikey remains unwavering, a beacon of light in the darkness.

Together, you and Mikey are unstoppable, facing every challenge head-on with unwavering courage and love.

#Tokyo Revengers #Mikey #Takemichi #Takemichi Hanagaki #Takemichi Hanagaki x sister reader #Mikey x twin sister Hanagaki reader #mikey x Hanagaki sister reader #Mikey x Hanagaki reader #mikey headcanons #toman x reader #toman headcanons #Takemichi Hanagaki x reader #Takemichi x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader

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maehemthemisfit · 2 years

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Parenting Fails

synopsis: tr men (mikey, sanzu, rindou) and chaotic events of raising children. (pt 1?)

warnings: underage drinking, child endangerment, just tiny people in bad situations and traumatized fathers.

masterlist - requests are open!

— MIKEY

Loves to throw his child up in the air as a form of entertainment which also seems to calm them down and make them giggle. It was all fun and games until he threw them up again.

It was a whooosh! followed by a BUMP! and his life flashed before his eyes.

The way this man's jaw dropped is beyond me. He caught his kid who looked dazed and baffled while he stood there, hand covering his open mouth out of shock and pure fear as tears welled in his eyes upon hearing your hurried footsteps and worried voice.

You were gonna kill him.

— SANZU

He had a really bad headache and could barely focus on anything, still you left him in charge of taking care of the little toddler. He had a meeting with Bonten so he had no choice but to take the little devil with him, leaving them with a secretary that looked stressed out of her mind.

He still made an effort to take a peek every now and then and give the kid some food- which Kakucho probably reminded him to do. Things were going well until it wasn't, shit hitting the fan when his kid staggered into the room abruptly.

"W-wad! I... want mo j..juice?" His kid nearly crawled towards him, their request coming off more as a question. It only took two seconds to realize what the fuck was going on, judging from the glass in his kid's hand that held remnants of the alcohol the other members were previously drinking.

"Shit!" He hissed, scooping his child up into his arms and coddling them. "No, no, no, you were fine like a minuet ago, why??" Sanzu cried, eyes blown wide and shaking his kid as his world came crashing down on him.

"I hope you made a will," Kokonoi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Kakucho searched for a bottle of water. Everyone's faces immediately paled once they realized they dire of the situation.

"Yeah, no shit, she's gonna kill me for being irresponsible, then she's gonna kill all of you for not stopping me from being irresponsible!" His kid continued to slur and babble incoherent words which didn't help the panicking pinkette. "I'm too pretty to die..."

Ran deadpaned as Mikey's eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of Sanzu's phone, noticing a notification that was soon to end everyone's career. "Uh, Sanzu...?"

Bonten's number two sent a shaky look to his boss, eye twitching on the edge of a breakdown as he held his child to his chest, praying to the higher Gods that Mikey was gonna tell him something good.

"y/n's coming back in 20 minuets."

His heart practically fell out of his ass.

"Fuck."

— RINDOU

You know when you lose something that you can't find for shit so you just start looking in places you know damn well it couldn't be in? Yeah that was Rin.

"Get up." "Dude, you're kid isn't under this couch."

You know he's gone mad when he starts flinging cabinets open and close and mumbling how this was it, this was gonna be your 13th reason, it's all over for him.

Deadass lost his kid for a good two hours.

That was until he found the little gremlin walk in with a tired Ran and an annoyed Sanzu. Apparently, they found them wondering outside on their way back from a mission.

Yeah that could've gone way worse. Especially if you found out...

"Look daddy! I made a new friend!" His child smiled, bouncing up and down as they fumbled to retrieve something from their pocket.

"What is it sweeth-" Rindou choked when his kid pulled their friend out of their pocket, not even having time to react as this big ass fucking roach flew straight into his face, nearly getting into his mouth.

The WAY this man SCREAMED had Sanzu thinking his balls were kicked back in as the older haitani was left wheezing on the floor, watching his brother fight for his life against a bug.

Tears. This man was in tears. Out of all the humans on this earth and his kid 'made friends' with a roach.

He was gonna be sick

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Hey I just came across your blogs and I absolutely fell in love with your ‘meeting their future kids’ with Tenjiku was absolutely brilliant. Could you maybe do something along the same lines with Toman? I was scrolling and saw you were recovering so I’m wishing you the best and don’t worry if you can’t write it I’m still happy I found your blog!!!!

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐬 [𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧, 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢, 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞! 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮’𝐬… 𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬!

✰𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✰𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ᴄʜɪꜰᴜʏᴜ

"Hey! Hey! I think we found them, let's follow them."

It's the evening of Shibuya's annual fireworks festival, the fated night everyone had been anticipating for months. Chifuyu had gathered the courage to ask you to come along with his group of friends. He never clarified that it was date, leaving him vulnerable to the banter and teasing of his fellow Toman members. Takemichi and the others mysteriously disappeared after wandering through the crowd. It was all too obvious that your friends were trying hard to get you both alone together.

Chifuyu reassured himself that this was not a date. Yet here you both are, splitting some ice cream and sitting in a secluded area on the festival grounds away from the noise and sweaty bodies enjoying each other's presence while chatting about where the rest of the group had run off to.

“I’m glad you came to the festival with me,” Chifuyu admitted, noting the way your cheeks harbored a rosy tint at his words. His wandering eyes scanned the festivalgoers in search of his friends but to no avail. “We got ditched, huh? Who needs them anyways?”

Chifuyu pulled out all the stops for tonight, he's been draining his wallet left and right to buy whatever your heart desires despite how much you keep complaining that you can pay for yourself. He knows it's not a waste if it's making you happy to be with him but honestly you value his close company more than his material worth.

“We’ve been looking forward to it for a while now, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” You said, reaching out and stealing the last bite of ice cream in the shared cup. “We'll catch up with the others later. I wanted to spend time with you. It’s fun to match yukatas with my best friend! We almost look a real couple.”

Chifuyu wants to be real couple. He wants to be your boyfriend. But he's a coward. He's afraid of rejection. He's afraid of losing you.

“You have some chocolate on your cheek,” Chifuyu pointed out, stifling back a fit of giggles as he watched you panic about ruining your makeup.

“Where?” You asked, slightly sticky fingers swiping at your face but completely missing the spot he had motioned towards.

“Right here,” He said, lightly wiping the away the mess with his sleeve despite your protests that he would stain the fabric. He rummaged through the tote bag he had been carrying throughout the evening, carefully pulling out his most luxurious gift of the night. “That reminds me, I bought you this hairpin. Do you like it?”

Before he can even think, a tiny peck is placed on his cheek, a small token of your gratitude for his never-ending kindness. Chifuyu nearly fainted at the loving gesture, attempting to calm down his uneven breathing as he listened to you speak. “I love it. You spoil me too much, Matsuno. Help me put it on, yeah?”

Chifuyu admired the way the gift blended in with the pattern of your yukata. It twinkled under the fluorescent lights of the neighboring food stalls, practically projecting an angelic aura around you. The hairpin was cute, sure, but you were absolutely gorgeous under the moonlight's ethereal glow. He would do anything to capture this scene on film and be able to gaze at your beauty whenever he wanted to.

“How does it look?” You asked, opening up your cellphone’s to snap a quick selfie. Scooting closer, you pressed your body against his, sitting shoulder to shoulder. Oh fuck, he swore he could get a whiff of the peach scented perfume lingering on your supple skin that drove him absolutely insane. “Get in the picture, fuyu. I’m sending it to your mom.”

“You’re beautiful,” He blurted out, backtracking on his words as soon as he caught sight of your surprised expression. “I mean cute! You’re so cute— holy fuck, just forget I said anything…”

“Calm down, fuyu.” You chuckled, reaching out and holding his nervous hand. He noticed the way your eyes were focused on his quivering lips before they flickered up to meet his own as if to confirm that you wanted him to get even closer. You needed him to close the gap in between your bodies. “You’re the first guy to ever call me beautiful. It makes me feel special.”

“You are special… to me.” Chifuyu leaned in, noting the way your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. He lightly pressed his soft lips against yours, left completely breathless at the fact he finally made a move. You tasted so sweet, just like the chocolate ice cream you had both shared earlier, and a mix of the iconic cherry chapstick you always wear.

“EW, MOMMY AND DADDY ARE SMOOCHING!”

A horrified scream could be heard from behind, causing the both of you to pull away. You hid your face in your hands, humiliated at the fact you had just been caught in such an intimate moment. Chifuyu's fiery temper flared up at the audacity someone had to intrude on his private life.

Panicked shushes and muffled voices could be heard from the bushes, its branches rattling around as the nosy culprits shuffled around to mask their exposed presence. “Yuki, be quiet!” Without missing a beat, a young boy’s voice could be heard gagging in response, his tiny hand pointing out from the bush in your direction. “But Fuyumi, it’s gross. You promised there would be no smooching!”

“Hey, you brats! Do you think it’s funny to spy on people? I’ll fuckin’ kill you two.” Chifuyu appeared from behind, snagging the two spies by the collar of their yukatas as they let out another hellish scream. He was beyond pissed at the fact they had just ruined his perfect moment, his first kiss, his first date-that’s-not-a-date. Pure horror was written across each of the children’s features as they wiggled under Chifuyu’s vicious grip. “We’re sorry, Daddy! Please don’t hurt us.”

He sent the kids a curious look, bringing them closer to his face as he put on an intimidating expression. “Who the hell are you calling Daddy?”

You ran up to the group, gripping your best friend’s arm in an effort to settle his raging temper. He could never go against you, a fact that you used to your advantage. “Chifuyu, they’re just kids. Drop the delinquent act, please.”

Just as you requested, he dropped the kids onto the ground. The older girl stuck her tongue out at him in annoyance as she gathered her scattered belongings. The terrified little boy nearly knocked you over with the way he jumped into your arms, hiding in face in the fabric of your yukata. “Mommy’s here to save us!”

Your eyes widened in disbelief as a dry laugh escaped your chest, covering up the fact you were about to have a mini heart attack. “Huh?!”

“I should explain things,” The older girl said, dusting off her kimono as she stood up to face the both of you. She was beautiful and so alluring, possessing the most precious pair of emerald irises just like Chifuyu. Her features were reflected more of your traits but she was a perfect blend of both of her parents. “I’m Fuyumi and this is Yukine, we’re your children.”

This was too much to handle at once, Chifuyu had just kissed you, there’s a random pair of nosy kids who claim to be yours, it’s extremely hot outside and the headache looming over you was beginning to consume your ability to think straight. You set the child down before the rest of your body gave out on keeping you up. “Chifuyu, I’m… feeling dizzy.”

“Wake up, Y/N!” Chifuyu pleaded, lightly shaking your limp form only to receive incoherent blabbering in response. He brought a hand up to your neck, checking for a pulse despite not knowing how to properly check for one. “Oh my god, you two killed her.”

Fuyumi shook her head in disbelief, handing her father a decorative fan in order to blow some fresh air at your face. “Oopsie, I think she passed out, use this to cool her down.”

Yukine chimed in, giggling at the way Chifuyu frantically muttered out apologies and panicked over the fact you were still out cold. “Daddy, you’re such a loser. Why does Mommy even like you?”

“I am not your Daddy, you little brat.”

“We're Fuyumi and Yukine Matsuno. We came from the future to spy on you guys.” His daughter repeated, unlocking her phone and showing today’s date but in a distant number of years from now. Yukine tugged on Chifuyu's sleeve, curious eyes peering up at him in delight. “Are you and Mommy on a date?”

The innocent question sent his mind into overdrive, unsure how to answer without admitting his true feelings to a couple of strange kids. “It’s not a date! We’re just friends.”

Fuyumi smirked, crossing her arms as she glanced between her father and her mother, observing their attire and remembering their intimate moment from a while ago. “I don’t think people are just friends kiss each other on the lips. Or wear matching yukatas!”

“It’s complicated,” Chifuyu groaned. The embarrassment rising in his chest was only amplified by the fact Fuyumi's words from earlier were beginning to settle in. He kept blowing fresh air onto your face with the paper fan "I must be going insane. This is all some twisted ass dream."

"Take a look," Fuyumi handed Chifuyu a polaroid picture, also dated several years into the future. He’s cradling a baby, presumably one of his children, you’re asleep on a hospital bed, and there’s a toddler poking at the newborn’s cheek. “This is a picture of Yukine on the day he was born, you’re the one holding him. I’m sitting next to you.”

The unimaginable sight of the image almost brings tears to his eyes, he bites back the urge to jump for joy. “I’m married to Y/N…” Chifuyu grinned, glancing down at your unconscious form. He glided his hand across your cheek, admiring the way you nuzzled into his gentle touch. “I’m the luckiest guy ever.”

Fuyumi snickered at the way her father was completely lovestruck at the thought of his future. He was definitely in love; it was written all over his dopey face. “Mommy said it was obvious you had a crush on her. You always used the corny pick-up lines from your romance mangas.”

Chifuyu huffed at the constant snarky comments being directed at him by the child. “I’m going to ground you two, eventually…”

Yukine gripped his older sister's hand, pulling her away from the pair as they began to run off into the festival's growing crowd. “We’ll be waiting, bye-bye Daddy! Mommy is about to wake up, take her to see the fireworks, okay?”

Chifuyu called out to the pair, a weak hand extended to no avail as the children ran past his reach. He needed to know more about his future, specifically when he would be bold enough to call you his wife. “Don’t go! When are Y/N and I going to get together?! I need to know!”

Fuyumi sent him a devious wink, holding up a finger to her lips symbolizing her intent to keep it a secret. Yukine mimicked his sister's actions, waving goodbye as they blended in with the festivalgoers.

At the same time, you stirred awake in his arms, peering up at his relieved face as he let out a shaky breath. He had never been more overjoyed to see your beautiful shimmering eyes glancing around at your surroundings. “Fuyu… my head hurts. Did we miss the fireworks?”

He sat you up with a swift motion, careful not to make any sudden moves in case you had sustained a concussion. “Oh good, you’re awake! How are you feeling? I think the heat made you pass out.”

“Wait,” You placed a hand on your aching head, attempting to piece together the events leading up to before you had passed out. Chifuyu “I had the strangest dream… there was a pair of kids that said we were their parents.”

He froze, heart racing in chest as he spoke once again. “Do you remember anything before that?”

“I had chocolate on my face. You gave me this hairpin and that’s all. Everything is fuzzy after that.” Chifuyu wanted you to remember his confession, he wanted you to remember how both reciprocated each other's feelings. “But, but we kiss— never mind, forget it.”

BOOM!

You stood up, walking towards the source of the colorful explosion as you ignored the lingering aftereffects of your migraine. “The fireworks are starting! Let’s go find a spot.” Chifuyu tugged on your wrist before you could walk any further, keeping you in place. “Hold on, I don’t think it’s a good idea. I should get you home, yeah?”

You avoided staring into his eyes, insecurity nipping at your nerves as you remembered the chaos leading up to now. He must have been annoyed with the fact you had consumed his time to enjoy the festival's entertainment. “Are you tired of me, Chifuyu? I’m sorry I fainted on you earlier. You had to take care of me, that wasn’t fair.”

He quickly denied the accusation, slightly shocked by the fact you would ever think he could be sick of your presence. “N-No, that’s not what I meant. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” You bit your lip, reaching out lace your fingers with his own and tugging him towards the audience area. “I’m perfectly fine. I want to watch the fireworks with you and only you. Please?”

BOOM!

The first glittering scene of flashing lights caught your attention, signaling the commencement of the long-awaited fireworks show. Chifuyu could hardly keep up with your frantic pace, knocking him into other festivalgoers who merely sent him dirty looks in response. He was surprised you had managed to find a decent spot in the dense crowd with enough space for the both of you to sit comfortably and a perfect view of the colorful pyrotechnics.

"Wow, they're so bright!"

The brief pause in between each display gave him the perfect opportunity to confess to you properly. Chifuyu adored the way your face lit up at the sight of the flittering sparks, much like a child whose experienced joy for the first time. It was now or never, the clock's ticking, time to put his feelings on full display and await your final answer.

“I like you, Y/N. Will you please be my girlfriend—"

BOOM! BOOM!

You turned to face him, unsure if you had misheard his request or whether it was a trick of the mind. Honestly, you sincerely wished you had heard him correctly after patiently waiting to hear those sweet words all night. "What? Did you say something?"

"No," He replied, blinking back a set of fresh tears that threatened to fall from his anguished irises. He remained silent for the entirety of the show, not even uttering a word when you pointed to a specific firework that had caught your attention.

Once the crowd had shrunk into a few people lingering around, “Chifuyu, close your eyes for a second.”

His broken heart clouded his rationality as he snapped at you with a sharp tone. "For what? Are you going to ditch me like the others?"

You huffed at his attitude, forcefully shutting his pouty orbs with both of your index fingers. "Just do it, fuyu!"

He could feel your breath ghost over the shell of his ear, sending shockwaves of anxiety down his spine. Your voice was incredibly quiet as you whispered your late response into his head. “I like you too… I wanna be yours."

Chifuyu's mouth gaped open at your statement, backing up a couple spaces as he stared down your approaching figure. "You heard me earlier?!"

"I did," You mused, lightly pecking his lips for further confirmation as he melted under your heavenly touch. Chifuyu gently gripped your shoulders as he went back in for another kiss while burning the memory into his mind. Your lovestruck eyes fluttered open, scanning his face in pure adoration. "Hm, this feels familiar. Did we kiss before I passed out?"

His overwhelming blush expanded from his cheeks to the tips of his ears with hot steam practically flooding out of head. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about..."

“Mommy and Daddy are so cute together,” Fuyumi sighed, admiring the way Chifuyu wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you nuzzled your head against his neck. She had always heard the story about her parents becoming official after a certain festival date during their youth. It was incredible to be able to experience it firsthand, even if she and her brother had crashed their picture-perfect moment earlier.

Yukine yawned, preparing to time leap back to their own timeline with his stash of goodies. “Let’s go home, sissy. I can’t wait to show them the pictures we took!”

ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ

“Hey kid, how much do you want for the taiyaki?”

The fed-up boy sighed, turning his back to face the persistent stalker who had been harassing for the past fifteen minutes. His bag of pastries rattled in his arms as he snapped at him with a frustrated scream. “For the last time, it’s mine. I paid for it!” Mikey huffed, dragging his feet across the pavement as he followed the kid around the park in an effort to get him to cave in. “It’s not for me, it’s for my girlfriend! I’m supposed to meet her right now.”

His target let out a dry laugh, beginning to munch down on the coveted snack as Mikey watched in horror. If he hadn't promised to meet you at this park, he would have jumped the boy on the spot and been on his way. A pair of familiar arms looped around his waist from behind as your melodic voice rang in his ears. “Knew I’d find you here, Mikey. What are you doing?”

“Y/N!” Mikey whined, puffing his cheeks and tugging on your sleeve as he shot you a pitiful glance. His free hand pointed an accusatory finger at the child, still eating the bag of fresh fish-shaped pastry. He merely shrugged his shoulders at you while returned the gesture with an apologetic look. “This brat bought the last of the taiyaki I was going to eat!”

Mikey could be one the most childish people you had ever met with his constant bratty attitude and frustrating behavior. You flicked your boyfriend on his forehead, ignoring how he grumbled at your actions. The eavesdropping boy snickered, sticking his tongue out at your boyfriend as he sent him a death glare. “Mikey, he’s just a kid. We can split a parfait on our date.”

"But Y/N, I'm hungry now!"

A victorious scream was uttered by the boy, quickly turning into surprise as he took a closer look at the both of you. “Aha! I knew it was for you— Wait… you’re my parents!”

Mikey lost his balance, falling onto the ground in a fit of hysterics as you stared at the strange boy in disbelief. “That’s hilarious, kid! Never heard that one before.” You ignored the stupidity arising from your boyfriend's actions, approaching the mysterious boy and finding a distinct resemblance between them. “He does kinda look like you…”

“I’m Yuta Sano.” He said, properly introducing himself to the both of you. Yuta studied your face closely before glancing at Mikey and clicking his tongue in distaste. “Mom’s way out of your league, Dad. How did you manage to get her to fall for you?”

“She was head over heels for me,” Mikey said smugly, wrapping arm around your waist as he pulled you into his grasp. He snuggled into your body, inhaling the scent of your strawberry pound cake perfume. “How could I resist turning down a pretty girl like her?”

“Don’t lie to him, Manjiro.” You snapped, pushing off his clingy form as he fought to stay close to you. His jealous side was slowly making its appearance, a sight that was often rare to see. “Yuta, do you want the truth?”

You began to relay the story behind your budding relationship with Manjiro Sano. “Draken and Emma were the ones who set us up on a date which Mikey ended up ruining by falling asleep right after we ate at the cafe. I had to carry him home and he drooled all over my shoulder. He also forgot his wallet and had ordered half of the menu which I ended up having to pay for!”

“Babe, you said you keep that a secret!” Mikey shouted as he crumbled under the fiery flames of betrayal. He grabbed the boy by the collar of shirt, bringing him closer as his piercing onyx eyes sent chils down his spine. “Yuta, I do not drool in my sleep. Your mother is a dirty little liar.”

“That’s what you’re worried about!?” Yuta scoffed at his outburst while lurching away from Mikey's act of intimidation. “Runs in the family, I guess. Suzu does the same thing after she eats. She’s practically Dad’s twin.”

“Suzu?” You questioned, hoping he wasn't referring to another incoming child. Yuta motioned for the two of you glance at the image on his cellphone, pointing out the sweet little girl in the family picture perched on Mikey’s lap. She reflected all of his features, from the unruly blonde hair to his captivating charcoal irises. “Suzu is my younger sister. She’s your daughter.”

Mikey's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your flustered squeals as you hid your blushing cheeks under your hands. “Oh my god, this is really happening… this is real life. These are my— our kids?”

He could hardly hold back another round of laughter as he uncovered your face, lightly pecking your nose as he spoke. “What are you embarrassed for, Y/N? I’m happy to know that you’re the person I’m gonna marry.” Mikey cooed as he embraced you in his arms “I wanted us to stay together. Glad to know we did. We have some cute kids, huh?”

“Mikey…” You whispered, hiding your reddening face in his chest as he gently patted your head. “How are you so calm about this?”

“My heart belongs to you,” He stated, a sincere smile lighting up his normally stoic face. “I know I’m in good hands.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Yuta muttered, turning away from the lovey dovey scene unfolding before his eyes. He may be a teenager but he sure acted “You’re always super sappy with Mom.”

A mischievous smile crept up Mikey’s face as he turned the situation into his favor. “Hand over the taiyaki or I kiss your mother, kid.” The iron grip your boyfriend had on your wrist kept you in place as you tried to pull away. He was determined to get the snack at any cost or sacrifice necessary. “Manjiro, what the fuck!”

“You wouldn’t…” Yuta challenged, narrowing his eyes at his father as he brought the pastry closer to his mouth threatening to take a bite. It was the last one he had left in the bag; its fate was unknown as the two males stared each other down in suspense.

“Choice’s yours,” Mikey pulled you in close, cupping your cheeks and leaning in towards your face with pursed lips. He sent the boy a victorious smirk, centimeters away from connecting your mouths. “Pucker up, Y/N!” You shook your head response, avoiding his spontaneous kisses as he giggled at your embarrassment. He was absolutely shameless with showing affection in public I matter who was watching. “No! No! Mikey, what are you doing—!"

"Okay, okay. You win!" Yuta declared, handing over the pastry to an overly satisfied Mikey. He tugged you away from his father’s hold, hiding you behind his shorter frame with his arms extended out in a defensive position. "Stop it already, Mom's super uncomfortable."

Mikey only smirked, taking a huge bite of taiyaki. “It’s okay, she loves me. Right, Y/N?” An exhausted sigh was enough of a response in affirmation as hand went to rest on your aching forehead. “You’re such a handful, Manjiro.”

“Baby, call me Mikey. You only call me that when you’re pissed.”

You rolled your eyes at him, practically screaming his ear off as you went in on him. “I am pissed! Talk about damn near sexual harassment." He tugged at your sleeve with a pouty look across his face, Mikey's signature puppy dog eyes were on full display. "Do you still love me?"

"I'm starting to have second thoughts," You muttered as you gave your boyfriend the cold shoulder. Yuta's face was full of hurt, he was broken by the fact he had his last pastry stolen by his stubborn father. “Hey Yuta, do you have any embarrassing stories about this idiot? I’ll buy you food as an apology for everything.”

His eyes filled up with excitement, graciously accepting your generous offer. “Hell yeah, can we go on my motorcycle?” Mikey perked up at the conversation involving his beloved vehicle of choice. “You have a bike? I want to ride it! Let me see!”

Yuta shook his head before reaching and taking your hand in his and urging you to follow him. “As if, Dad. Only Mom is allowed to be my passenger. You have your own bike, don’t you?”

Mikey frowned in disapproval, fuming as he sent his child the dirtiest look imaginable. His dark impulses threatened to appear if he didn't play his cards right. “She’s supposed to be on a date with me. You can’t just steal her from me. I’ll fuckin’ ground you for life.”

“Don’t listen to him, Yuta. What do you want to eat?”

Yuta accepted your hand, sticking close to your side as he tugged you away from a preoccupied Mikey. “This is why I prefer Mom over you!”

“She’s mine!” Mikey shouted, chasing after your distant figures “Get back here you two!”

If this is what the future holds for him, Mikey certainly can’t wait for the day he can experience it firsthand.

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“Inupi, can you take a look at this motorcycle when you get the chance?”

Summer is always hell at D&D Motors since it's the specific time of the year when business picks up exponentially. Draken and Inui get swamped with customers who have very specific needs. Some need maintenance, others need routine oil changes, others need intense repairs on their expensive motorcycles. Some are bold enough to come in and act clueless so they can get a chance to flirt with the shop’s owners while chasing after a steep discount. It never works.

“Might take a while, I’m still fixing up the one for pickup today.” Inui replied, adjusting the loose seat on the bike as it kept falling out of place. He groaned at the way the whole thing came apart and landed at his feet practically taunting him no matter how many times he tried to screw the godforsaken thing in place.

“Damn it,” Draken complained, pacing around the workshop before stopping in his tracks. A younger teenage boy was inspecting one of the neighboring motorcycles, practically acting as if he owned the bike, carefully checking all the delicate parts of the engine as Draken approached. “Can I help you, kid? You're not allowed to be back here.”

“Spark plugs need to be replaced and those brake pads are on their last lap. It’s a quick fix on your own but clearly the owner could give a shit less.” He stated, gazing over the body of the vehicle as he gave it a gently tap on its luxurious exterior. “Such a shame to see a nice ride being put to waste.”

Draken was stunned by how quick the boy was able to find the underlying problem, confirming his claims after inspecting it himself. He hadn't even gotten around to getting a look at the bike but he was now less stressed by the fact he could done with its repairs by today. “You’re right, kid. How’d you know?”

The strange boy grinned with pride, wiping off his soiled hands with the rag he was handed. “I learned it from you, Dad.” Draken nearly dropped the toolbox on his foot, fumbling for a steady grip as the contents inside rattled in response. “Excuse me?”

Inui glanced up from his spot on the ground, curious about the sudden source of the ruckus. “Woah, it’s a mini Draken… am I seeing things?”

The boy shot him a sly smile, waving over at the other surprised mechanic. “Hey there, Uncle Seishu!” Inui narrowed his eyes at the teenager, surprised by how the two seemed to be on a familiar basis. He has no recollection of ever interacting with the boy before nor had seen him wander into the shop. “Do I know you?”

“Yes, but not yet. I’m from the—"

The shop’s front doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of a new client as you called out for the two people you were looking for. “Ken! I brought you some lunch. Seishu, I made extra for you too.” The boy perked up at the sound, nearly tripping over his own two feet as he peeked through the slightly open door “That’s Mom’s voice! Can I go see her? Can I? Can I?”

Draken tugged on the back of the boy’s shirt before he could slip through the workshop’s door. He had no idea who the hell this kid was nor why he kept referring to him as Dad and why he would even think of calling you Mom. “Hold on, you little runt. You have some explaining to do first.”

Before he could say anything else, your head popped in from the creak in the workshop's door. You smiled at the familiar faces in sight becoming confused the random chaos unfolding back there. “There you are, Ken. Oh hello, am I interrupting something?”

“Hi Mom!”

“M-Mom?!”

Draken slapped a panicked hand over the boy's mouth, muffling his protests as he did his best to hide him from your view. “What did I tell you— what’s your name?”

“Kyo… Kyo Ryuguji.” He mumbled, ripping off his father's hand as he struggled to take in a proper breath. Draken noticed the menacing aura radiating from your body, an unsettling grin occupying your face while you threatened to bash his head in with a nearby wrench. “You never told me you had a kid, Ken. What else are you hiding from me?”

“You’re in for it, Dad!” Kyo fought back a fit a laughter, running to hide behind Inui’s equally terrified body as he prepared himself for the incoming feud. Both of them had never seen you so enraged before, Draken nearly prayed for mercy as you closed in on his distressed form.

Ten minutes later, the workshop was turned upside down and Draken was sporting a huge lump on his forehead. You had apologized after he had clarified that he was not two-timing and he had no idea who the random kid was.

“Let me get this straight... You're some kind of time traveler?" Draken questioned, scrolling through the content’s on Kyo’s cellphone before letting you have a turn at viewing the pictures that are supposedly from the future.

"Uh-huh," Kyo confirmed, munching down on the fresh bento boxes you had brought in. He gulped down the food at a ferocious pace "Mom's cooking is the best!"

“Hey Mom, are you and Dad dating yet?” Kyo asked.

“Wha—?!” You both shouted while exchanging equally humiliated expressions.

“Well, I’m your son! It’s a long ass story and I’m kinda running out of time here but it’s nice to see you guys…” Kyo said as he disappeared, leaving no trace of his existence behind except the remnants of his half-eaten meal.

Draken scratched the back his neck, noting the way you refused to meet his lingering gaze. “Did we just meet our future runt?”

You toyed with the strands of your hair, mumbling a quiet reply under your breath. “I guess so.”

Inui smirked, deciding to meddle in his best friend’s love life. “You two just gonna sit there and stare at each other all day or decide to go out already?"

ᴍɪᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

“Takashi, that tickles. Are you almost done?”

Warm rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, finding home on your skin as they casted a golden hue on your features. Mitsuya had invited you over today in hopes of helping him design his newest creation, but he found himself being distracted by his hyperactive model. You, on the other hand, were fed up with the fact you had spent most of the sunny afternoon cramped indoors when Takashi could have taken you on a date instead.

“If you would sit still for a second I could get the measurements I need.” Mitsuya grumbled, adjusting the tape measure around your neck once again as you squirmed under his touch, a fit of giggles escaping your mouth as he attempted to secure the material. “Babe, I’m serious!”

“I can’t concentrate on an empty stomach,” You whined, sending him a wink as you brushed his soft lavender bangs out of his face, revealing the slightly frustrated male underneath. “I know my doting boyfriend skipped breakfast. You should take better care of yourself, Takashi.”

“Don’t worry about me. I can get you a snack, lovely.” Mitsuya chuckled, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead, completely ignoring the waves of hunger rumbling in his stomach. “Take a break in the meantime.”

“Will do!” You affirmed, falling back onto his bed and indulging yourself in his fuzzy blankets. Mitsuya was always incredibly patient with you even when he was acting like a raging perfectionist, going as far as putting everyone else’s needs above his own, not caring to eat or drink until he finished his newest project.

While dozing in off in his room you heard the light pitter patter of footsteps prancing around the room. A quiet voice roused you from your peaceful slumber as a finger poked at your cheek. Soft giggles radiated from the culprit's mouth as they continued to mess with you. “Wake up… Mommy, wake up!”

Mommy?

A tired groan left your mouth as you lightly swatted away the hand that kept interrupting your peaceful slumber. “Luna, is that you? Or is it Mana?”

It couldn’t be his sisters; they were on a play date with some friends from school. It had been an hour since they had been picked up from their apartment, promising that they would be back later this evening for dinner. “The girls aren't here, silly! I’m Sumire.”

Assuming this must be one of their neighborhood friends, you greeted her with half-awake eyes, a yawn slipping past your mouth as you spoke. “How did you get up here, cutie? Did Takashi not tell you that Luna and Mana aren’t home?”

The child replied with no hesitation. “Oh, I time leaped. My aunties must be busy, bummer.”

Her words instantly broke the haze of sleep lingering in your head comparable to a bucket of ice water being poured down your back. You rubbed at your eyes to confirm that there was in fact a strange little girl inside your boyfriend's room “You… what?”

“Sumire Mitsuya, I’m a third grader. You’re my mother, ”

You stared down the child, finding some of Mitsuya’s gorgeous features blended together with your own. However, you had never given birth in your lifetime and Mitsuya swore he had never dated anyone than you. “Takashi and I… we… you’re our child?”

Sumire nodded, lightly bowing her head as she properly introduced herself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mommy.”

“I’m going to help you find your actual parents,” You mumbled, taking her small hand and leading her out the bedroom door. unamused with the nonsense you were hearing. “Takashi is pulling a prank on me; he has to be.”

Mitsuya met you halfway down the hallway “Babe, how about we get some ramen— uh, who is that?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, huffing at his attempt to act oblivious to the situation. Surely this was payback for fooling around as he was trying to focus on his work earlier. “Takashi, quit messing around. I get it, okay? I'll be the picture-perfect model for you."

He frowned. “I’m not joking, Y/N. I have no idea who she is."

Mitsuya's attention was stolen by the girl's attire as studied the pattern of her clothes closely, admiring the artisan fabric chosen to create it. “Woah, I’ve always dreamed of designing a dress like this for Mana and Luna when I was younger.”

Sumire twirled in delight as she proudly showed off the frills and intricate lace adoring her tiny figure. It was a one-of-kind gown made under an expert's careful watch. The nearly invisible seams were flawless and there wasn't a single stitch out of place, it was a true work of art. “You made it for me, Papa!”

“Papa?”

“I’m Sumire, I keep telling Mommy that I’m her daughter but she won’t believe me.”

“Mommy,” Mitsuya mumbled, turning to face you with a curious expression as you blushed under his intense gaze. “Would that be Y/N?”

“I have some pictures in my backpack,” Sumire said, handing each of you a handful of polaroids in delight. She explained the events behind each photograph in significant detail, confirming that they were indeed real and not a sophisticated display of photoshop.

Mitsuya gulped, “Sumire, am I doing a good job at being your father?”

“You’re the absolute best, Papa!” She gushed, beginning another endless ramble as she retrieved a leather notebook from her backpack, thumbing through the pages until she found the spot she had previously bookmarked. “You made Mama’s wedding dress. I have a sketch of the design right here—”

Mitsuya quickly closed the journal before you could catch a glimpse of his future work. He hid Sumire behind his back as soon as he noticed the mischievous expression illuminating your features, knowing you were ready to pounce on him at any second. “L-Let’s put that one away, yeah? I’d rather not ruin the surprise even if it’s years from now.”

He barely dodged out of the way in time as you lunged at him, moving to the side as you collided on the floor, tumbling straight into a pile of clothes. The flames of determination shone brightly in your focused eyes as you positioned yourself to attempt to tackle him down onto the ground. Your boyfriend may be a captain in one of Tokyo's most notorious gangs, but he has never met anyone who instill fear into his bones like you can.

Colliding with his chest, you stretched your arms up towards his occupied hands. Mitsuya held the notebook high above your shorter frame, switching its position every time you jumped up to try and reach it. “Oh come on, Takashi. Can I get a little peek? I bet it’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“No, this is under lock and key!" He cried out while making eye contact with the child who was still present in the room. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the item flying towards her and praying she would be able to grab it. "Sumire, catch it. Don't let her see it."

Sumire did as she was instructed, running away from your approaching figure as you chased her around the apartment. Her light giggles and squeals mixed with your promises of eventually trapping her under your hold. Mitsuya called after you, warning that sooner or later one of you would trip or hurt yourselves amongst the chaos unfolding in the household.

Ten minutes later, Mitsuya and yourself are lying on the floor and completely out of breath while the younger girl is still bouncing off the walls. You had given up on discovering the contents of the notebook, deciding that it would be worth the wait. Sumire was an insatiable ball of limitless energy who could go on chatting for hours, a trait that resembled Luna and Mana's behavior.

You reached out and intertwined your fingers with your boyfriend's own, reminiscing in the feeling of his warm hand engulfing yours. It was tranquil and loving, he always made you feel loved whenever you were by his side. "Takashi, if you're the man I'm marrying... I wouldn't mind being your wife."

"Perfect," He beamed, turning onto his side to face your properly. His grip tightened, as if to affirm that he had been thinking of the sane words in his mind. "I couldn't imagine being with anyone else."

Sumire's cheers filled the room as she watched the romantic scene take place. Her lavender orbs sparkled with excitement as she waited for the magical moment to become reality. “Kiss! Kiss!”

Mitsuya pulled away before your lips could meet and shook his finger in disapproval. “Ah, ah, ah… that’s for grownups only.”

"That's okay," Sumire said, gathering her belongings as she began to prepare to return to her proper timeline. She gave each of you a warm hug and a tiny peck on the cheek as a parting gift as she waved farewell. "I have to go home now. Bye Mommy! Bye Papa!

Mitsuya patted her head in response. “I’m looking forward to meeting you, Sumire. Not until years from now, though.”

“Papa, do you wanna know a secret?” Sumire perked up at the last second, motioning for her father to crouch down as she whispered into his ear.

Before you could blink, the child was gone and the room was filled with silence once again. Honestly, it was nice while it lasted but the whole experience left you exhausted and downright bewildered out of your mind. Had you really just spent an hour with your future daughter? Is Mitsuya actually going to become your husband one day? Only time will tell, of course.

“Takashi, spill it." You demanded, poking at his side until he gave into your pleas. "What did our very lovely future daughter have to say?"

Mitsuya’s gleeful expression morphed into a flustered one as soon as he noticed your pouty face. He gently pulled you into his arms as his chin rested on top of your head, his voice sending vibrations down your spine. “We’re… having twins in the future.”

OH...

ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ

"Maybe… Maybe I'm better off dead."

Another failure, another death he unable to prevent, another fucked up timeline he surely has to come home to. The universe is in loop, repeating a series of cursed events within Takemichi's mind. It's purgatory, the vile place that has him reliving the memories in which he couldn't save anyone nor could he fix the future.

"You shouldn't say things like that." The unannounced presence of a young girl nearly made him cry out in fear, her hushed voice caught his attention as she walked towards his hospital bed, observing the injuries littered across his body. She pointed at the cast around his battered arm, staring at the limb with anguished eyes. “Does that hurt?”

“I’m fine, really.” Takemichi grinned, fighting back the pain arising in his face under the bruises and cuts adorning it. He weakly held up a tiny thumbs up with his broken arm, wincing as the fresh pain shot up his nerves. “Who are you?”

The young girl hesitated to speak up, offering him a glass of water instead which he graciously accepted. Takemichi observed her appearance as the feeling of familiarity rose in his mind. A distant memory was beginning to surface, one from the future that was likely triggered by the stranger's sudden entrance. He can start to see it come together, this girl, much younger in his memory, running up to him and referring to him as Daddy.

She cut the momentary silence short by deciding to confess the truth behind her visit. "My name is Mirai, I’m your daughter." Takemichi nearly choked on his drink, coughing up a storm as he processed the weight of her words. He can clearly picture her in his head but to acknowledge the fact taht she's here with him physically causes him to question everything. "That's impossible... N-No way, are you serious?"

"Uncle Chifuyu was out of line," Mirai stated, shaking her head at the scene she had overheard earlier. He had blamed him for causing Draken's untimely death, cursed him out for coming back to the past despite seemingly having created their ideal future. "He has no idea how much you've gone through by time leaping back and forth."

Even so, he still defended his partner, knowing he would eventually come around after his feelings had settled. "Chifuyu is grieving, we all are. I did fuck up; I can own up to that."

Mirai reached out and gripped Takemichi's bandaged hand, her own tears falling onto his tattered skin. He panicked at the sight of her heartbreaking sobs not knowing how to comfort her properly. “The whole world could turn against you but I will always be proud to call you my dad. You're the whole reason I exist."

Without warning, the emotional dam bursts open, years of pent-up grief and rage poured from the depths of his soul into his current reality. Mirai chuckled, carefully wiping away both of their tears with a tissue as she avoided the delicate bruised area of his eye. “A crybaby like always, Dad. I'm definitely your daughter, hm?"

He paused, reflecting on his original reason for being able to jump in between timelines. Mirai should have not been granted the ability unless she must have experienced death or found a separate trigger of some sort. “If you’re a time leaper too, then... Is your future corrupted as well? Did something go wrong?"

"Far from it," Mirai stated, retrieving her cellphone and scrolling through her camera roll, showing him endless of images of his friends and newfound family. Draken and Emma are married. Mitsuya and the Shiba siblings are traveling the world. Chifuyu and Kazutora are running the pet shop. Inui and Kokonoi have reconnected. Naoto and Hina are both out of harm's way.

Mikey... Where's Mikey?

Takemichi's determination has returned at full force.

"My time's up," Mirai pouted, glancing at her beeping watch before engulfing Takemichi in her arms. Her touch feels so familiar, it brings him comfort during such a troubling time. He wants to know more about Mirai's timeline, how he managed to create such a flawless scenario, what needed to be done in order to achieve it. At the same time, he wants to savor this moment and relish in the tranquility of connecting someone so close yet so far away.

"Oh yeah, Uncle Mikey wanted me to give you this note," Mirai said, extending her hand bearing the gift from the future. Takemichi's pale blue irises welled up with tears once again at the sound of his friend's name knowing he must be alive and safe. She bid him goodbye before completely disappearing within a moment's breath.

He opened the letter as soon he was positive that he was completely alone, carefully analyzing the simple message attached the flimsy piece of paper inside. There's a photo inside of Mikey and Takemichi, both flashing overjoyed smiles as they both hold up a peace sign in the camera's frame.

You did it, hero.

Thank you for saving me.

ʙᴀᴊɪ

“Keisuke, where on earth are you?”

Baji, your notorious forgetful boyfriend, was always chronically late to all of your dates and today was no exception. This time he had set a new record by being over forty-five minutes late to your pre-scheduled hangout at the nearby arcade. He refused to answer any and all of your text messages and calls, going to straight to delivered or voicemail each time you attempted to reach him.

Time to check his location.

Keisuke would never ignore you on purpose, a fact you knew deep down, he was just a scattered brained fool who loves to stick his nose in other people's lives or in this case, a playground fight with some elementary schoolers. "If I ever see you pick on this kid again, I'll strip you naked and send you home all fucked up!"

His battered victims ran away from him in terror, swearing that they would tell their parents and get him in trouble. He could give two shits less about the consequences of his actions as long as he knew he had saved an innocent little boy. He turned to face the terrified child hiding under the slide, coaxing him to come out. "I'm not gonna hurt 'ya. Just makin' sure you're okay, yeah?"

The boy sniffled, slowly crawling out of the play area before running up and latching onto Baji's leg. "Thank you, Papa."

"You can call me Keisuke," He corrected.

"Papa." The boy reaffirmed, tightening his grip on his pants.

His moment of peace was shattered as soon as he heard the sound of your furious voice. Your boyfriend's face paled once he made direct eye contact with your fuming figure, steadily approaching him with balled up fists. "Keisuke, I finally found you! Seriously, send me a text next time you're going to have me waiting for over a fucking hour. It's not that hard to communicate with me."

"Easy there, sweetheart." Baji waved off your complaints, pointing up towards the little boy sitting on his shoulders. “Some snot nosed brats picking on this little guy here, I taught them a lesson.”

Goodness, he was so adorable. Short and with chubby cheeks and the cutest pair of chocolate-colored doe eyes you had ever seen. He clung onto Baji like a baby koala, periodically running his tiny fingers through his long hair. “Whose kid is this? Is he a cousin of yours?”

“He's not mine. I never bothered to ask,” He answered, placing the little boy on his shoulders on the ground as he held onto his hand. A sheepish grin illuminated Baji's features as he pointed towards the little one who merely stared off into space. “Just brought him with me, is that okay?”

You sighed at his response, shaking your head at the stupid idea he had thought of before slapping him upside the head. Baji cried out at your actions, demanding to know why you had struck him. “Kei, I love you. I really do but… you’re such an idiot sometimes. We need to help him find his parents.”

You crouched down to the child's height, switching to a much softer voice in order to avoid frightening him any further. “Hi buddy, are you okay? Did this weirdo scare you?”

“Mama!” He squealed, tugging on your skirt with grabby hands as he gestured for you to pick him up. “Papa was so cool, he beat up all those jerks in ten seconds.”

Baji let out an amused chuckle, ruffling the boy's hair as a nervous grin crept up his cheeks. He almost seemed embarrassed by the fact that he was being so soft around the child. “The kid keeps calling me ‘Papa’, I think it’s kinda cute.”

The little boy stared up at the both of you before making a bold statement. “You’re Hiro's Mama and Papa!”

"Of course, sweetheart." You joked along, assuming he must be playing some sort of game. Baji could only smirk at how motherly you had become in the span of five minutes, thinking about how one day he would surely wife you up. "Is that your name? What are your parents' names?”

Hiro nodded, pointing at both of you. “Keisuke and Y/N, that’s you two. I think, are you them?”

Before you had a chance to speak, a panicked teenager approached the scene, crying out towards the toddler. “Hiro! Oh my god, there you are!”

Baji nudged your side, curiously staring at the approaching stranger while comparing your appearance to hers. There was an extremely close resemblance between the both of you, it was like looking into a mirror. “Hey babe, she looks just like you, that’s trippy as fuck!”

“I am so sorry,” The young girl said, frantically mumbling apologies while she embraced the child in her arms and spun him around. She scolded him for running off on his own before turning her attention onto the two of you. “Did he give you any trouble? I turned around for like five seconds and he was gone.”

“I’m okay, big sis.” Hiro said, grasping Baji’s hand with his smaller one and reaching out for yours as well. He felt comfortable with “Mama and Papa took really good care of me.” Her worried eyes flickered from her younger brother to both you and Baji. She hesitated before speaking again, nervously wringing her hands together. ”Hiro, how much did you tell them?”

Hiro avoided his sister's stare, unwilling to admit he had just revealed an important secret. His hazel irises glistened with tears as he hid his face in his hands along with the soft whispers of his meek little voice. “I, uh… everything. Hiro is sorry, big sis.”

She rolled her eyes at him, a frustrated sigh slipping past her lips as she cleared her throat in anticipation. “Okay, we’re going to sound like hella insane but we’re your kids.” She set the younger boy down, motioning for him to face forward. “Introduce yourself, munchkin.”

Hiro bowed as straight as he could, proudly presenting himself to his parents. “Nice to meet you, I’m Hiro Baji. I’m five!” His older sister followed up with her own polite introduction, avoiding the bewildered stare she was receiving from you. “I’m Kaoru Baji. I’m thirteen, we’re from the future.”

Baji shook your shoulders in pure bliss, sharp canines flashing brightly as he marveled at the pair. Meanwhile, your head was spinning as you tried to understand the situation at hand. There was no way this was happening. “Babe, are you hearing this? We’re going to have kids together.”

“Chill out, Papa.” Kaoru warned, placing a worried hand on your hand on your shoulder. You stiffened under her touch, too freaked out to utter a word other than letting out a panicked squeak. She immediately noticed your discomfort and backed away, grabbing her brother by the hand and slowly fading away. "Hiro and I need to leave. We'll be back soon!"

You blinked, finding the courage to speak after the shock had finally passed, slightly disappointed that you may have hurt the children's feelings. "Wait, what!? No, please stay!"

Baji flashed his signature smile at you, swallowing your frame in his arms as he pulled you in close. "Should I buy you a ring now, or do you want me to start calling you wifey?"

It was supposed to be a sweet moment, but it was too soon for you to be thinking about things such as marriage. God knows what in the actual hell had just taken place. "You'd be late your own wedding, Keisuke. I should break up with you, I really should.”

He gasped at your response, offended that you would ever joke about something like that. “Is that any way to speak to your future husband?”

You sighed, dragging him along to get started with your long-awaited date. “We’re not married!”

“Not yet.”

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moonie-moon-o7 · 12 days

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Toman Incorrect Quotes

Mikey: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ You: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

You: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. You: And I started thinking. You: Like, it was just trying to get food. You: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Draken: Are you ok?

You: What if Cinderella was a baking slave instead of a cleaning slave, and her name was Mozzarella? Draken: Don't ever speak to me again.

You: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Baji: ...Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? You: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

You: My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. You might have the strength and size, but I have the pure, unfiltered rage.

You, cowering in fear: What do you want from me?! Mikey, standing in front of King: *bites into the whole KitKat bar like a heathen* You, crying: Please...stop...

You: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Mitsuya: I’m worried about you.

#moonie moon <3 #tokyo rev x reader #toman x reader #mitsuya x reader #mikey x reader #baji x reader #tokyo revengers #toman mikey

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luxthestrange · 6 months

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TOKREV Incorrect quotes#24 His favorite seat

In a Toman Meeting

Mikey: If only there were somewhere I could sit...

Y/n*points at an empty chair*

Mikey*kicks the chair over* I wonder where I could sit...

Y/n*sighs and motions toward lap*

Mikey*sits on your lap* I knew you’d catch on!~

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokrev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokrev mikey #mikey x reader #mikey x y/n #manjiro sano #manjiro x reader #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #toman x reader #tokrev incorrect quotes #tokyo revengers incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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gatitties · 8 months

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HEY! I really hope your requests for TokREv are open because I had an idea plagued in my mind since this morning!! It defiantly changes canon, takes places after Kisaki gets kicked out of Toman! What is reader is his older sisters (19-20) and she finds out about what he did and she's pissed! Like she has ties with yakuza so she is able to get info on where mikey and his friends are hanging out and she shows up, dragging hanma and Kisaki by their hair/ears and she looks really scary before she just forces the two on their knees infront of the Toman captains and forces the two to apologize before she herself apologies for her brothers behavior and she's really sincere about it and promises Mikey that they'll never here from Kisaki Tetta or Hanma again, bows then just leaves, still dragging the two trouble makers behind her. This can be crack or fluff or serious. Headcanon, fic, scenario. Its really up to you, I just want to see this idea play out please.

─Tokyo revengers x kisaki!reader

─Summary: You discover something you don't like about your little brother and decide he needs to apologize

─Warnings: none

Oh this was fun to write, a interesting idea!!

"Don't fuck with me…"

You massaged your temples after one of your friends had told you some information about small teenage gangs, having friends from the yakuza gave you the privilege of finding out about all the acts of vandalism that were about to happen or had happened, you always met with them to spill the tea on gang gossip.

And while you found some of the stories about teens fighting each other entertaining, you didn't fully support that behavior. Finding out that your little brother was involved in a group like that didn't please you very much. Even though you weren't the best sister in the world, you had to draw a line in his behavior for planning to destroy a group of friends. You didn't mind that he got into fights because you knew that he wasn't the typical one to throw punches, you knew that Hanma, his friend, would do it for him, but they would learn the lesson that violence wouldn't lead to anything good on their own.

But it was something different when you saw all the ins and outs that went into his main task, you weren't going through that, he wasn't going to go through that, trying to destroy people just out of contempt or trying to impress someone, in no way had you been taught those ethical values at home, your parents would be disappointed if they found out, you did him the favor of keeping that information to yourself, however, his actions were a hard blow to your morale.

Your friends talked to you a lot about fights, but also about respect, just like how they raised you, and a mistake comes hand in hand with an apology, whether it was sincere or not, depended on your brother, although it would be on your part.

That same day you entered the house, hearing the voices of both teenagers, a grimace on your face, still somewhat grumpy at their behavior, you didn't even knock on the door to ask if you could come in, you walked in with long strides, looking at the duo with a frown as Tetta looked back at you.

"What's up with knock the door and respect privacy?"

"What about having a minimum of values and not manipulating people?"

He looked away clicking his tongue, Hanma just smiled slyly, he even seemed amused by the situation because he couldn't give more than a damn about that whole Toman betrayal thing.

"You shouldn't care what I do or don't do with my life decisions, get out of my room."

You let out a sigh of surprise at the aggressiveness in his words, looking stunned as he even approached you to push you out of his room, a bad decision, when his hand touched your shoulder to push you, you put him in a headlock, holding his head.

"What the hell!? Hey, let me go!"

"I'll let you go when you apologize to that gang! What you have done is disrespectful and a stain on your morals."

He squirmed in your grip but you stopped him from letting go, although a laugh made him escape from your deadly hold, you turned your head slowly to see Hanma laughing heartily at your struggle, your eyes turned into burning flames, you used your dominant leg to kick the door shut while cracking the bones in your knuckles, they had pissed you now.

"Shit, did you have to laugh at a time like this? She's going to kill us."

Younger Kisaki muttered to his friend, his face paling at the sight of your completely serious expression, though Hanma didn't seem to take it seriously until he spent at least half an hour locked in the room with you. A few knocks on the door made you step back, you adjusted your clothes and hairstyle, smiling when you saw your mother open the door.

"Have I heard screams? everything is alright?"

"Perfectly, mom, we were just playing Uno, and you already know how wild the game is."

"Oh yeah, you two hate losing at Uno, anyway, don't you want something to snack on?"

You looked back, Tetta tried to say yes to get rid of you, knowing that your mother would kick you out of his room if he complained asking for privacy for himself, but you cut him off with just a look.

"Don't worry, I haven't spent time with my dear brother in a long time, I'll take him for ice cream!"

"Oh how nice, bonding time, then I'll leave you, be careful and have fun!"

When your mother left you looked back at the duo, they gulped at the sight of your mischievous smile. One of your friends had told you that just today Toman was having a meeting, so it was the perfect time to apologize, you dragged them both by the earlobe, letting their complaints be music to your ears.

Everyone tensed when they saw that both former members appeared, interrupting Mikey, who narrowed his eyes as he watched you drag them towards the first step of the stairs where he used to give his speeches, everyone remained silent, watching your next move.

"In the name of…" you pulled them down, making them kneel, you doing it with more grace and softness, still looking directly at Mikey " this two idiots, I apologize for all the problems caused, with all my heart, I promise that they will not bother you again, if so, I will take care of punishing them again."

You lowered your head, hearing a snort from your brother, you hit the back of their necks, hearing some murmurs that sounded like apologies on their part, although perhaps only Mikey and Draken could hear it since they were the closest. The two leaders of Toman looked at each other perplexed by the scene, they shared a smile, Mikey nodded towards you, ending the meeting.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

You nodded in the same way as farewell, still dragging your brother and his friend by the ears, once out of sight of all those teenagers ─who were surely laughing at the strange situation─ you let them go, your face softened slightly and you let out a breath you had been holding.

"I hope you two have learned your lesson… now, let's go get some ice cream."

"Ice cream won't solve the pain in my ear."

"No, but maybe you want me to keep stretching your ear until you can get a damn dilation."

You said under your breath, noticing how Hanma stood next to you, obediently, not knowing if it was because he didn't want to know anything more about your punishments or because of the ice cream, Tetta gave up easily, crossing his arms and mumbling here and there, but accepted the ice cream, after everything he had endured today, a refreshing snack wouldn't hurt, he needed to cool his mind to recalculate his plans and make sure you never found out again about the things he was planning.

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sunscreen and doughnut shaped floats! ♥︎ tokyo revengers

anon requested : Hello, may I please request the Tokyo Revengers characters (as many and anyone you feel like including) + the reader having a water fight (with balloons, water guns and hoses)? I loved the karaoke night with Toman!!

synopsis : a pool day with toman! gender neutral reader wears a swimsuit and puts on sunscreen. [name] used in place of y/n. everyone is a lil in love w reader <3

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Baji grins as he turns the dial on the stereo, turning the volume up even higher. A sound of protest is drowned out, the song overlapping any disagreements. A loud whoop! is heard, followed by a splash as Mikey cannonballs into the pool.

You shake your head with a small laugh as Draken waves his spatula in the air, frown on his face. The sunscreen bottle in your hand is more than half empty, slowly falling into your open palm. Cold, soft hands land on your bare shoulders, them jolting and stiffening in response.

"Sorry," Mitsuya grins at you, raising his hands. He points to the bottle in your hand, "want me to get your back? Ken's got the grill covered for now."

You nod, handing him the bottle. "Sure. Thanks, 'suya."

His grin widens, "no problem." You turn, bare back facing the lilac-hiared boy as he lathers his hands in sunscreen. You jolt, the cream ice cold and frigid as it glides onto your skin. You can feel Mitsuya's laugh as his breath hits your neck. "S'a little cold, hm, [name]?"

Letting out a huff, you stare at him over your shoulder, "yeah, a little." Mitsuya only winks in response as his hands lower to your waist. "Think I can handle it from here—"

"[Name]." Chifuyu is suddenly in front of you as he frowns. Green eyes narrow at the boy over your shoulder — you curl your lips into your mouth to stop your laughter. "Can you put that on me when you're done?"

"I don't mind doing it." But, Chifuyu ignores Mitsuya, eyes widening at you in an attempt to look innocent. Another laugh is huffed against your neck, fingers trailing around your waist until they're on your torso. "[Name]'s busy."

"Doing what?"

You clear your throat — another useless attempt to hide your amusement. "Here," you reach a hand back to Mitsuya, "I'll put some sunscreen on you while Mitusya finishes up. Alright?"

Chifuyu frowns again, but turns his back to you anyways. You lather the sunscreen into your hands, hoping to warm it up a little before putting it on him. Mitsuya laughs again — closer this time — before placing a small kiss to your shoulder.

"I'm going to help Draken out," he speaks. Chifuyu's shoulders relax at the words, moving with your hands as he's slathered with sunscreen. "Be back soon. ...Maybe tell Mitchy to get out of the sun."

The green-eyed boy turns to face you, eyes scrunching as you layer cream onto his face. He watches Mitsuya leave, "don't rush back."

You tap his nose, "don't be mean." You look to the left, where Takemichi is laying out, snoring as he slowly roasts. His skin is already reddened, tender to the touch as his sunburn worsens. "Mitchy! Lookin' lobster-like, bud!"

The blond startles, sunglasses falling to the side as he sits up. "Ack!" he lets out at the color of his skin. Big, comical tears well up in his eyes, "I look like a giant strawberry!"

Baji — ignoring everything around him other than the sound of his favorite song — slaps the blond on his back. "Lookin' good, Mitchy!"

Another whine leaves Takemichi's throat at the feeling. You let out a sigh, lightly tapping Chifuyu's shoulders. "You're all covered, 'Fuyu. Baji, be careful with Mitchy's skin, okay?"

Emma waves you over as she leans against the pool wall. You sit with your legs in the water, smiling down at her. She pouts, "Mikey won't stop splashing me."

You shake your head playfully, "Mikey, be nice to your sister."

"She doesn't play mermaids right."

Emma spins to face him, frown deepening. "You don't play right!" She crosses her arms over her chest, "you keep copying me."

Mikey shrugs, sitting on the steps of the pool as he swings his legs together, mimicking a mermaid tail. "Your ideas are better than mine. But, I want a purple to blue glitter tail and water powers."

Emma groaned, "I wanted water powers! You wanted to talk to animals."

Mitsuya comes to sit beside you, a bag of chips in his hand. He holds the bag out to you, eyeing Mikey and Emma. "You can both have water powers, right?"

"Then it's not fun anymore." Mikey turns his head with a pout. Emma lets out a sigh, rolling her eyes before swimming off. Mikey looks at you once more, "food almost done?"

"Only a few more minutes!" Smiley calls from the yard. He's helping Draken grill as Angry holds an aluminum pan for the cooked food to go in. "Go ahead and get dried off."

——♥︎——

"Baji Keisuke," you speak between teeth, "do not play in the fire like that."

The boy scowls, putting the tiny stick he'd picked up back to the ground. Draken sighs as he manages the fire, shaking his head at Mikey's marshmallow covered cheeks. Takemichi winces with every move he makes, his sunburnt skin aching and burning with the movement.

Mitsuya had gone home to care for his sisters ; Emma leaving to wash the chlorine out of her hair. Angry hands you a new marshmallow, holding a small piece of chocolate for you next. Smiley is across the fire, trying to take the designated fire stick from Draken.

"Hey," Chifuyu sits to your right, draping a blanket over your lap. "If you get any colder let me know, okay?"

You nod, taking the fully made s'more from Angry. As you bite into the sweet, you watch as Baji burns the marshmallow he has before handing it to Smiley. Mikey swoops in, though, eating the piping hot sweet directly from the stick.

"Mikey—" Draken lets out another sigh, shaking his head.

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