#tr x reader

loser!shinichiro who trips over his own feet the first time he lays eyes on you.

man straight up collided with a lamp post, rubbernecking to stare at you.

he broke his nose.

lied.

claimed it happened in a fight.

loser!shinichiro asks everyone for advice on how to 'woo' a woman, even stooping as low to ask mikey n his buddies.

(they're just as clueless)

loser!shinichiro fumbles hard when you enter his bike shop, almost swallowing his tongue.

you giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners. his knees buckle.

loser!shinichiro bravely musters the courage to ask for your number.

you give him a fucking riddle instead.

a game of hangman—cruel and unusual punishment—challenging him to unscramble the ten digit number to contact you.

shin gives himself a tiny bald spot from pulling his hair out.

loser!shinichiro who nearly gives up entirely, losing count of the attempts he's made. thousands of texts, calls, no results to show for it.

snagged an old lady—unwillingly.

but not you.

loser!shinichiro who gets ripped on endlessly by wakasa and benkei about how god awful he is with women.

betting that you gave him a string of random numbers.

wakasa later lost 7,390 yen to benkei.

loser!shinichiro whose heart stops when he hears your voice, airy and haunting. spinning in circles to locate the source.

there across the street at a bakery, dress billowing in the breeze—in all your ethereal beauty, drawing him in like a magnet.

your eyes lock.

his feet carry him to your side, you crack a smile. soft. genuine. liked you'd been waiting for him.

"took you long enough."

"mock me later."

(you do. it's the opening line of your vows at your wedding.)

loser!shinichiro shuts you up with a kiss. hard and demanding. sweeping you off your feet.

and not a soul believes him when he says he finally got a girlfriend.

until you walk in; make a beeline to shin, grab his collar to kiss the daylights out of him. everyone's eyes bug out like they just witnessed a meteor strike the earth.

(he's still saved in your phone as 'that one weirdo')

MINE TO PROTECT : s. manjiro

— when someone crosses a line with you, mikey reminds them why no one in toman dares to.

the parking lot behind musashi shrine was dimly lit by flickering streetlights. mikey had ordered a toman meeting late as always, and practically whined for you to go with him since he always likes to be close to you.

however, you eventually got bored and only stepped away from the toman meeting for a minute—just to get some air—when one of the newer members, some cocky third-year who didn’t know better, cornered you.

he smirked, leaning in way too close. “what’s a cute thing like you doing hanging around mikey all the time? you his pet or something?”

“no. because he’s my boyfriend, dumbass.”

as soon as those words left your lips, you slapped him across the face harsher than you meant. or no, you fully meant to do that.

but it’s obvious he did not like that very much.

“what the hell—?” clutching his cheek, the male looked back to face you again, a sadistic gleam lighting up his eyes. “oh, you’re going to regret ever doin’ th—”

just as he was about to grab your arm, a chilling voice cut through the night.

“say that again.”

summary: my headcanons about what the Tokyo Rev characters' habits would be like in a relationship with you

Characters: Manjiro Sano "Mikey", Ken Ryuguji "Draken", Keisuke Baji, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ran Haitani, Rindo Haitani, Hanemiya Kazutora, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Izana Kurokawa

Manjiro Sano "Mikey"

• Mikey's favorite habit is to put his head on your shoulder or lap and instantly fall asleep, feeling completely safe. • He constantly asks you to share your food with him to try a piece. • It's important for him to hold your hand or at least the hem of your clothes when you walk down the street.

Ken Ryuguji "Draken"

• Draken is the kind of person who will silently straighten your scarf, button up your jacket, or rearrange your shoes in the hallway. He shows love through actions, not words. • When you are in a crowd, he always puts his hand on the back of your head or shoulder, gently guiding and protecting you from collisions with passersby. • He remembers random little things that you talk about, and a month later he can buy exactly the sweets that you casually mentioned.

Keisuke Baji

• Baji loves it when you comb his long hair or braid it. In these moments, he turns from a "wild beast" into an affectionate cat. • He often insists that you wear his huge hoodie or gang jacket, just because he likes to see his stuff on you (and smell your scent on them afterwards). • Baji always shares his food with you, he likes to try new dishes with you.

Chifuyu Matsuno

• He always tells you about the manga he reads and sometimes suggests reading it together. • He often likes to take pictures of you at the most unexpected moments, and then adds photos to a special folder with your "unsuccessful" or sleeping photos, which he considers the sweetest in the world. • Chifuyu constantly talks about the future and the past. His habit is to insert into sentences "Do you remember, we wanted to…" or "When we get a cat…".

Ran Haitani

• Ran loves taking care of you. His habit is to comb your hair, wear face masks together, or even give you a light shoulder massage after a hard day. • He's constantly winking at you or making ambiguous jokes in public to watch you blush. He likes to see your reaction. • Ran is very tactile. He likes to hug you from behind when you're busy with something, and put his chin on top of your head, interfering with work or cooking.

Rindo Haitani

• Unlike his brother, Rindo seems to be colder, but his habit of grumbling about how lightly you are dressed intersects with concern when he throws his jacket over you. • He often shares an earpiece with you. His way of saying "I love you" is to make a playlist that reminds him of you. • When you're alone, he likes to fall asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist, as if he's afraid you'll disappear. He's much more attached to you than he admits.

Hanemiya Kazutora

• After everything that happened to him, Kazutora needs physical confirmation that everything is fine. His habit is to hold your little finger or touch your hand when you're just sitting next to him. • He often gives you little things that he found or bought on impulse: a beautiful stone, a keychain, or your favorite gum. That's how he shows that he's been thinking about you all day. • He often asks again: "You're not mad at me?" It may be sad, but his sincere desire to be "good" to you looks very touching. He will try his best to make you happy.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

• Sanzu can spend hours watching you sleep or read. His sweet (and a little scary) habit is to memorize your daily routine down to the second so that he can "accidentally" be there when you need help. • He rarely takes off his mask in front of others, but with you, his habit is to bury his face in your palms, allowing you to touch his scars. This is his highest mark of trust. • He often gives you unusual gifts, like an antique ring or an engraved knife, just so you can always protect yourself.

Izana Kurokawa

“Boss, I have those reports you requested.” 

MIKEY barely lifted his gaze to acknowledge the subordinate, lazily chewing on his snack as he gestured to the desk. “Leave it there.” 

“Yessir.” The subordinate bowed, approaching urgently only to stop shortly after upon getting a closer look at the platinum blonde, seeing something rather unusual. “Oh. Uh, Boss? You got a little…something.”

His low gaze cut to him like an unsheathed blade. “Er…N-Nevermind.” 

Mikey stared up until he stiffly marched out without another word. His eyebrow raised up a tick. Weird. Brushing it off, he merely refocused on the task at hand. The important one. The one that mattered most. 

“Papa, blue one,” his daughter held up her hand, expectant. Mikey didn’t miss a beat, handing over the crayon. He watched as she scribbled all over the top half of the page, “Sky, Papa.” 

“Mm. Clouds, too?” 

“Mm!” She nodded, making sure to leave gaps to represent the fluffy mounds. Her tongue poked out in concentration, stopping and holding it up to the light to assess her work, then setting it back down to resume scribbling. Mikey felt the corner of his mouth lift. 

It drops instantly at the sound of the door opening. “Boss.” 

“Someone better be dead or dying.” Mikey coldly muttered, reaching over to gently nudge the crayon from the little one’s mouth, followed by a soft, “Don’t eat that.” He handed her the rest of the snack he’d been munching on before looking over to his approaching advisors. 

Kakucho paused. As did Ran, who fought back a snort. 

imagine playing with him to the point where his body’s covered with his cum. mind as blank at his balls. you’ve got him all tied up, wrist twisting around his shaft to force his limp dick to harden. he’s numb to the pleasure yet it burns every time you cruelly rub your palm against his sensitive cockhead, red and pulsing from abuse.

he’s begging for sweet mercy—crying even, all teary eyed and twitchy body. “please, please, please—no more! i’ll die if you keep going!”

you laugh at how desperate he is, it’s so so cute it makes you want to make him cum all over again. so you gently kiss the slippery top of his dick, his hips jerking backwards from the lightest stimulation. oh, how you bet you could make his eyes go criss-cross simply by blowing at his slick-glazed cockhead.

but you won’t let him go that easily. your tongue slips out from your hungry lips, spit dripping and sliding down his length, earning more whines from him. you could hear the fear laced under his tone, further rousing the ache between your wet thighs.

“you can’t touch me yet—not now!” awww, you cooed, puckered lips slurping up the saliva slipping along his throbbing length. your eyes don’t leave his blush-dusted face. how could you? he looks prettier than ever gritting his teeth, eyebrows all tilted up and absentmindedly drooling all over himself. a lewd fucking mess.

your tongue lolls out, licking a long stripe over the flaring red—almost purple tip of his. it’s so soft you could almost taste his sensitivity when you wrap your mouth around it whole, ignoring the way he’s crying and throwing his hips back. the tip of your tongue edges at his salty slit, flicking and prying the little glans.

he’s abandoned pleading for you to stop—instead, he’s surrendered into you and chanting your name like it’s his lifeline. his whole body jerks so hard you almost think he’s having a seizure, your lips popping off him—right before a pale-yellow line shoots out of his cock.

his back arches, eyes white and face frozen in overwhelming pleasure and pain. he’s pissing all over himself from the mere intensity of the orgasm—and oddly enough, you find it hot as fuck.

BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who nuzzles into your neck and leaves small bite marks along with your collarbone—it arouses you to oblivion then he just decides to leave you on a cliffhanger.

BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who likes to pet, tease, your clothed pussy, whether you two are laying on the couch and he's behind you—playing with it. it's a bad habit of his and he knows.

BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who appears from behind you while you're cooking and decides to play and tweak with your apron-clothed nipples—after he leaves, now you're in a hurry to finish cooking and finish what happened before

BONTEN!HAITANI RAN... who accidentally grinds on your ass from behind while he left trying his best to hide his smirk—leaving you and your needy little pussy in shambles.

Genre: Crack | Domestic Fluff | Teasing

Characters: Bonten Mikey x fem!Reader

gn!reader, no physical descriptions, fluff. final timeline implied.

he’d never admit it, but baji gets intense cuteness aggression towards you.

when you’re telling him a story, he can’t keep his eyes off of you. the way you emphasize your words, how your face lights up the more you get into your recounting of the event- there’s no stopping the familiar feeling from bubbling up in his chest. he has to get his hands on you or he will implode.

please don’t mention how red his face is getting as he reaches out and tugs you onto his lap. it’s not his fault he’s an all or nothing kind of guy (he’s just not capable of a faint blush). feel free to mention how warm he is, though, as long as you’re prepared for him to squeeze you even tighter against his body.