#mitsuya fic

[itjazzbicch]

Helping Heal

Pairing:  Takashi MItsuya x Reader 

Summary: (MANGA SPOILERS SO IF YOU DONT WANT THOSE DON'T CONTINUE)

After Draken is shot and dies of his injuries, Takashi is in a deep depression, locking himself in his room, and the reader, being a close friend, goes to see that he was actually doing something in his room, and comes to help him during this hard time...

Warnings:  Manga spoilers, slight eating disorder? (Mitsuya hadn't eaten because he was sad :'( figured I'd make that a warning, but this ends happily I promise)

Word Count: 1k 

"Hey, Mitsuya?" I called out softly, knocking on his door softly.

He's been working on his design for the fashion show ever since Draken died. He hasn't left his room according to his siblings Luna and Mana.

Worried wasn't even a good enough word to describe how I felt about him right now. I dropped past his house to check on him, Luna and Mana explained that he had come out of his room for a change, and they were worried because he hasn't eaten anything in a few days.

Before coming back to his room, I went and grabbed him some of his favorite food from his favorite restaurant. Hoping he'd answer the door.

The door creaked softly, his back already turned, but allowing me as he returned to his seat on his bed.

"All done, huh?" I tried to smile, looking to see that he had his work covered up.

"Yeah," He mumbled, not even looking at me.

This was worse than I thought. He was always so lively with me, now it was like he was dead inside.

"Luna and Mana told me you haven't left your room and you haven't been eating," I said softly, shutting the door and coming over with the food I brought him, "So, I went and got your favorite."

"Thanks," Not moving a muscle, this was so hard to watch, but I still set up his food and drink for him on a small fold table he had.

"Cheers?" Holding up my drink, I was hoping I could get him to at least pick something up.

Instead, he stared at me through his bangs before looking down to the floor. I was running out of ideas and so, I sat next to him, hugging him tight whether he wanted a hug or not.

"Just let it out, Takashi," I whispered, fighting tears of my own, "I know you're hurting more than anyone right now. I'm here for you."

Clinging to my jacket, the veins in his hand were popping out from gripping so tight, sniffling before completely breaking down with his face buried in my chest. Hugging him as tightly as I could, I started crying too when he muffled out through tears and a cracking voice:

"I-I; I just can't believe he's g-gone."

"I know," I swallowed, rubbing his back and trying to keep myself together and help him, "But he still lives in here."

Holding my hand over his chest, hoping my words explained themselves, relieved when he nodded and hugged me again, settling down and taking deep breaths, closing his eyes as I cleaned his face with a soft napkin.

"Thank you," He whispered, sitting up and wiping at his eyes while I leaned to him, kissing his temple:

"I always have your back, Takashi. Always."

That made him smile some and it lifted some weight off my shoulders, growing lighter when he pulled the table closer, looking at his food:

"My favorite, hm?"

"Down to the very spices," I smiled at him, relieved as he took a bite, needing it literally for his health, and his soul, showing how much he enjoyed every bite with little expressions on his face.

I only brought myself a snack, but ate alongside him, eyes following his hand as they got his drink:

"I apologize for earlier. Cheers?"

"Oh, you're fine," I assured, taking mine and clanking our glasses softly, "Cheers."

Smiling and taking a sip, we finished up and I decided to clean up while he took a shower and checked on his sisters. Being extra careful, I made sure to put back all his tools away in their labeled spot, as neat as ever, and had his room clean.

All that was left was his final project which was on covered mannequins. I was curious to see, but also wanted to respect the fact that this was Takashi's masterpiece pretty much.

Just staring and zoning out, I jumped at the sound of the door creaking, seeing Takashi coming back in, noticing that I was wanting to see his latest pieces.

"Soon, Y/N. You'll get it see it soon," He winked at me, making me giggle and nod:

"I can't wait. I know you're going to win that whole show."

"Maybe," He hummed, sitting on the floor next to his bed with his brush in hand.

"No maybe's," I rebutted, sitting on the bed above him, stealing his brush and softly brushing through his ends, then through his hair in sections, "You better win or I'm fighting the judges."

Shaking his head and laughing at my comment, he was serious when he explained, "I don't really care if I win or not. I just want to honor him and his memory, our memories. That's all."

Knowing he meant Draken, that made me even more excited. He spent all that time locked in his room, working on a piece to honor him. It made me smile, running a hand through his hair and massaging his scalp, smiling at the dragon tattoo he and Draken had:

"He's gonna be watching, I'm sure, and he'll love it."

Hugging his head and kissing it again, I just wanted to keep all the bad emotions away from him, falling to silence when he tilted his head back to look at me.

His purple eyes glimmered from the light above us, just staring deeply into each other's eyes for a moment, till he tilt his head back a little further, lips perking to find mine.

All my breath left me, lips so soft, but making our kiss so deep, feeling all the appreciation from him, and something else, finding out what it was whenever he parted lips to whisper to me:

"I love you, Y/N."

Staying silent and still, he had to pick up his head and turn to me, arms latching him into a hug when he faced me, on his knees and hugging back with a sway, adding:

"I just wanted you to know that."

"I love you too, Takashi," I squeezed, picking my head up to give another kiss, "You have no idea." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome 

[hoejosatoru]

Random NSFW headcannons for Tokyo Revengers men

Mikey

Likes incorporating sweets. Specifically likes to put whipped cream on your titties and suck it off. He could legit do this for hours. Also Mikey has a hugeeee mommy kink. (I could expand on this, in fact I need to)

Draken

Keeps his hair down while fucking. He likes that you can easily run your fingers through it and pull on it. He loves that the way his scalp burns when you get rough with it. That’s how he knows he’s fucking you real good. If nothing else, he sees how you look at him with his hair down and likes making you feral. Also call this man daddy. Please.

Takemitchy

Wants to be dominated so bad. Like he doesn’t even realize it until he has a girl who’s pushing him around a little. Honestly I think being slightly scared of his partner would turn him on. But like whether he is on top or bottom, you are calling the shots and he loves it.

Mitsuya 

Really into foreplay. He will drag it out foreverrrr, not that you’re complaining Like he really is not into quickies at all (unless it’s a horny emergency). But truly taking his time with you gets him super hard. He loves being able to touch, taste, feel everything before going in.

Chifuyu 

LOVES being dominant. He’s like a bratty dom. He loves teasing and getting you really worked and laughing at how bad you want it. Probably likes overstimulating you as well. 

Baji 

Oral is his fave. Both giving and receiving. He fucking loves seeing you on your knees in front of him and feeling your warm wet mouth sucking on him. But also he could eat you out for hours. Specifically loves when you sit on his face. Bro will damn near suffocate himself in some pussy.

Kazutora

Really likes mutual masturbation. It started out because he was worried about his inexperience and wanted to know how to pleasure you, but grew into a regular thing. Watching you finger yourself makes his cock throb. And seeing him cum all over his tummy ain’t half bad either <3.

[missmadella]

Behind the Curtain (Mitsuya x Reader)

Summary: What started as a simple final fitting for your wedding dress quickly turned into something far more complicated. Alone with Mitsuya in the quiet of his boutique, you felt the tension between you both ignite—undeniable, inescapable. He touched you like he already knew every inch of you, like he’d been holding back for far too long.

Words: 3578

CW: NSFW / Explicit smut (18+), Cheating / infidelity themes, Emotional conflict / relationship tension, Possessive behavior (non-toxic but intense), Semi-public sex (boutique dressing room)

The boutique was alive with quiet murmurs and the soft rustle of silk. You stood beside your fiancé, fingers nervously tracing the edge of the invitation in your pocket. Today was the first meeting with the designer who would create your wedding dress — a dress meant for a life you were about to begin with someone else.

The door opened, and he entered with calm authority. Takashi. His presence filled the room even before he spoke. Sharp, dark eyes scanned the space, finally resting on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

“Welcome,” he said smoothly, extending a hand first to your fiancé, then to you. His touch was firm but polite.

As Takashi spoke about his vision, fabric, and craftsmanship, you found your attention drifting away from the conversation. Instead, you caught yourself watching the way he moved—confident, graceful, as if every step was measured.

Your fiancé was enthusiastic and talkative, but you barely heard him. What caught your focus was the subtle glance Takashi gave you now and then, a look filled with something unspoken, almost familiar despite your first meeting.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you looked away quickly, pretending to be absorbed in the delicate lace samples before you.

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Days later, you returned alone to the boutique. The memory of Takashi’s gaze lingered in your mind like a soft echo.

The room was quiet except for the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the faint scent of jasmine that always seemed to hang here. Takashi greeted you with a nod, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth that sent an unexpected flutter through your chest.

He unveiled the dress — a vision of silk and delicate embroidery that seemed to shimmer with every soft light in the room.

“Try it on,” he said softly, stepping aside.

As you stepped into the gown, the fabric slipped over your skin like a lover’s caress. Takashi moved behind you, his hands steady and assured as he began adjusting the dress, smoothing seams, and fitting straps.

His touch was professional at first, but you felt the subtle change. His fingers lingered just a second longer on your waist, pressing gently, almost reverently. The warmth of his hand sent a shiver down your spine.

You turned your head slightly, catching his reflection in the mirror. His eyes had darkened, focused entirely on you.

Slowly, his hand rose higher, tracing the curve beneath your ribs, sliding just a touch over the swell of your breast. It felt like an accident, but the heat in his gaze told you otherwise.

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the world narrowed to the two of you — the soft rustle of silk, the quickening beat of your heart, the unspoken promise in his eyes.

“This dress…” Takashi whispered, his voice low and filled with something tender yet urgent, “was made for you. Not just the fabric, but for you.”

You swallowed hard, meeting his gaze through the mirror’s reflection. A silent question hung between you both — what would happen if you let go?

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He didn’t move away. Instead, his fingers traced a slow, deliberate path from the curve of your breast down to your waist, as if memorizing the contours of your body beneath the silk. The warmth of his hand against your skin made your breath shallow, your heart pounding louder with each passing second.

“Does it feel right?” he asked softly, his voice low, almost a growl.

You barely nodded, words caught somewhere between surprise and something deeper stirring inside you.

Takashi’s eyes flickered with something fierce, almost possessive. “It’s not just the dress,” he whispered, “It’s how it moves with you — how you move.”

His hand slid from your waist to your hip, fingers pressing gently but firmly. You felt the weight of his gaze on you in the mirror, burning, full of promises and restraint.

Without thinking, you tilted your chin up, exposing more of your neck, your pulse fluttering wildly. His breath hitched.

His hand, now free, brushed a stray lock of hair from your face. The touch was electric, tender — but his next move was bolder.

With deliberate slowness, he let his fingers trail down the side of your torso, skimming over the lace of the dress before slipping beneath the fabric, his touch light but unmistakable over the curve of your breast.

You gasped softly, the sound swallowed by the quiet room.

Takashi’s lips brushed close to your ear, voice husky and low. “This dress was meant to be worn by someone who knows how to feel desire… someone who doesn’t hide from it.”

You could feel the heat of his body pressing just behind you, the space between you shrinking until it was almost impossible to breathe.

“Are you sure about your wedding?” His question was a whisper, but it struck you like thunder.

Your eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror. The invitation in your hand suddenly felt heavy, meaningless.

His hands, so skilled and sure, began to explore the dress with you inside it — not just tailoring cloth, but tracing the promise of something far more intoxicating.

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His hands moved lower now, sliding carefully down your waist and over the curve of your hips, fingers splaying with deliberate slowness. You felt his breath hitch as his palms glided against your thighs through the sheer fabric of the dress.

“Now,” he murmured, voice thick with something deeper, “I need to measure here.”

Before you could respond, his hands wrapped gently but firmly around your upper thighs, lifting them just enough to press soft, fleeting kisses along the smooth skin exposed between the lace and silk.

You swallowed hard, a weak protest catching on your lips. “Takashi… we shouldn’t be doing this.”

But he smiled, dark and knowing, his eyes locking with yours in the mirror. “No,” he said quietly, “but it feels right, doesn’t it?”

His lips brushed your skin again, warmer this time, trailing just above the hem of the dress. Your body betrayed you, leaning into the touch despite every rational thought telling you to pull away.

His hands tightened slightly, the teasing kisses growing bolder, and the heat between you ignited like a slow-burning flame.

“You’re not just a client,” he whispered. “You’re something... much more.”

His lips lingered on the soft skin of your thigh, teasing, tasting — and suddenly the air between you crackled with something urgent, undeniable.

You tried to pull back, but his hands held you steady, warm and firm. His eyes, dark and blazing, searched yours like he was trying to read every unspoken thought and secret desire.

“You don’t have to say it,” he murmured, fingers sliding upward, brushing just beneath the edge of the dress. “I know what you want.”

Your breath hitched, a shiver running through you as his touch moved higher, fingers tracing the delicate curve of your hip, thumb pressing lightly against your bare skin.

Unable to stop yourself, you leaned into him, lips parting, heart pounding like a drum.

He closed the distance in a heartbeat, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss — slow, demanding, claiming.

Your hands went to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt, grounding you even as the world spun.

The dress, the fitting, your life outside this moment — it all faded away.

Takashi’s hands explored with hungry reverence, sliding beneath the silk, tracing every curve like he was memorizing you piece by piece.

“I’m not letting you go,” he whispered against your lips. “Not this time.”

Takashi’s eyes never left yours as he gently took your hand, guiding you away from the mirrors and mannequins toward a more secluded corner of the boutique.

There, a large wooden table stood—where he usually laid out fabrics and sketches. Now, it became a stage for something far more intimate.

He helped you lay up onto the table, his hands firm but gentle as they settled on your hips, steadying you. The silk of the dress slipped softly against your skin under his touch, every movement like a caress.

His fingers traced slow, teasing patterns along your waist, wandering lower to the curve of your thighs. His lips followed the path his hands made—kissing just beneath your ear, then down your neck with feather-light touches.

Your breath hitched, the tension between wanting to pull away and surrender growing unbearable.

“Do you feel how perfect this moment is?” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “Like this dress, you — you’re made for this.”

His hands moved boldly now, slipping beneath the hem of the gown, fingers tracing the warmth of your skin, teasing the edge of your underwear.

He paused, letting the anticipation build before pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“Not just a dress,” he murmured against your skin, “but an invitation.”

His eyes locked on yours, hungry and tender all at once.

The world narrowed to just the two of you — the scent of silk and skin, the heat of his breath, the thrilling danger of the forbidden.

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Takashi’s hands were impossibly skilled, moving with a slow, purposeful grace that sent shivers racing through your body. As his fingers slipped beneath the hem of the dress, you felt the cool air kiss your exposed skin, contrasting sharply with the warmth spreading wherever his touch landed.

His hand slid along the curve of your thigh, fingertips grazing the delicate lace of your panties, tracing the sensitive skin just above the edge. You bit your lip, trying to hold yourself still, but the teasing glide of his palm was enough to make your breath hitch.

Without breaking eye contact, he shifted his hand higher, inching along your hip to the small hollow just beneath your waistline. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your underwear, seeking the softness hidden there.

You trembled, caught between wanting to pull away and the overwhelming pull of desire.

His hand moved deliberately to your lower belly, fingers pressing gently before tracing a slow, intoxicating path upward, just beneath the dress. Then, with a boldness that stole your breath, his palm cupped your breast, fingers circling the sensitive flesh through the thin silk, teasing and kneading with expert precision.

“You’re trying so hard to keep control,” he murmured, voice low and rough, “and it only makes me want you more.”

His other hand found your other thigh, squeezing gently, then sliding up to join the first. His fingers pressed and stroked, gliding beneath the lace of your panties, brushing against your wetness. You gasped softly, feeling the heat pool deep and fast.

His breath was warm against your neck as he whispered, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you the moment you stepped into the boutique with your fiancé. Every move you made — it was like you belonged somewhere else. Here, with me.”

You shivered under his touch, heart pounding, torn between guilt and the thrilling rush of his hands exploring you so intimately.

His fingers continued their slow exploration, sliding from your wetness back up to the soft skin at the crease of your thigh, tracing lazy circles as if memorizing every inch.

“Waiting for this moment,” he said, voice thick with longing, “to finally touch you like this… it’s been driving me crazy.”

You could barely speak, barely think beyond the feeling of his hands on your skin — commanding, gentle, claiming.

Takashi’s hands were like a slow-burning fire against your skin, deliberate and patient, savoring every moment. His fingers traced the soft curve of your waist before sliding lower, skimming over the lace that clung to your hips. With a careful, teasing motion, he began to pull the dress higher, inch by tantalizing inch, exposing more of your thighs to the cool air and his hungry touch.

His eyes locked on yours, dark and intent. “You’re trembling,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as his fingers danced from the side of your wet panties, slowly pressing closer to your most sensitive skin.

The teasing grew bolder, his fingertips tracing the outline of your wetness, flicking lightly at the edges, making your breath catch and your pulse race.

Then, with a confident, slow motion, he slid two fingers inside you, his touch firm but gentle, perfectly timed to make you gasp—a breathless sound that slipped past your lips, raw and unexpected.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, voice husky and thick with desire. “For me.”

His thumb pressed against your clit, circling slowly as his fingers moved inside you, stretching and exploring with careful insistence.

Your back arched without control, a low moan escaping, the sound vibrating against his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, trailing down to your collarbone.

“You’re mine,” he said, voice barely more than a growl. “From the moment you walked in.”

His fingers moved with practiced skill, curling and teasing inside you, while his other hand slid higher, squeezing the exposed curve of your breast beneath the thin silk.

The dress was no longer a barrier — just a veil, a whisper of fabric between his hungry hands and your skin.

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Your moans grew softer, breathier, as Takashi’s fingers moved with slow precision inside you, curling just right to send ripples of pleasure through your body. His thumb circled your clit in a lazy rhythm, each stroke coaxing a delicious ache that tightened deep within.

His lips followed the path of his kisses, trailing down your shoulder, then back up to your neck, where he bit gently, leaving a mark that burned with need.

You could feel the tension building, the delicious torment of restraint and surrender warring inside you. His hand on your breast squeezed lightly, fingers kneading, teasing, while his other hand, still buried inside, moved just a little deeper.

“You’re trembling for me,” he whispered, voice low and rough, “letting me see how much you want this.”

His fingers slipped out slowly, only to trace slow, teasing lines along your inner thigh, just barely brushing the sensitive skin, making you shiver.

Then, with a decisive movement, he pulled the dress even higher, exposing your hips and stomach to the cool air and his hungry gaze.

His hands moved to your waist, holding you steady as he lowered his head, lips brushing against the curve of your hip, kissing and nipping softly.

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation, your body burning with need and anticipation.

“I’m going to make you forget everything else,” he promised against your skin. “Just you and me, here.”

Takashi’s hands were everywhere—gliding over your skin, sliding beneath the lace of your panties to stroke the warmth there again. His fingers moved slowly, teasing, curling inside you with precise, deliberate motions that made your breath hitch.

Your body responded instinctively, arching toward him, soft moans slipping from your lips.

He pressed a finger softly against the swell of your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You gasped, the sensation sending sparks through your entire body.

A quiet, rough whisper escaped him, “Keep going. Moan for me.”

His lips trailed a path down your neck and collarbone, leaving hot, teasing kisses, while his hands never stopped their exploration—one hand kneading your breast, the other sliding rhythmically inside you.

You moaned again, louder this time, the sound encouraging him.

His fingers deepened their movements, curling to hit the spot that made you shudder, while his thumb flicked over your clit in slow, steady circles.

The heat built between your thighs, your body trembling under his touch.

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then back up to your mouth, capturing your moan with his lips, silencing it as his hands continued their dance of pleasure.

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His fingers curled inside you one last time before slowly withdrawing, leaving you trembling and aching for more. The wet sound of his touch sliding free echoed in the small room, mixing with your ragged breaths.

Mitsuya’s dark eyes locked onto yours, intense and possessive.

“Not like this anymore,” he murmured, voice low and rough. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing skin warmed by desire, and reached for his belt.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he pushed you in his direction on the table, hands gripping your hips firmly.

The cool air of the boutique brushed against your heated skin as he slid inside you, deep and steady, filling every inch.

A soft gasp escaped you, your body instinctively arching to meet his.

“Feel that?” he growled, thrusting with controlled power. “I’m the one you should want.”

You bit your lip, overwhelmed by the heat, the pleasure, the dangerous certainty in his words.

His hands tangled in your hair, pulling your face close as he whispered, “Forget him. Cancel that wedding. You belong here—with me.”

Your heart thundered in your chest, torn between the past you’d promised and the present burning between you.

He kissed you hard, no room left for doubt.

“Say it,” he demanded breathlessly, “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

The fabric hugged your curves, tight and impossibly soft, making every touch feel more electric, more forbidden.

Your body trembled around him, every nerve on fire as his hips moved in a steady, relentless rhythm. The tight fabric of your wedding dress felt like a cage—beautiful but suffocating.

His dark eyes bore into yours, searching for the truth he already suspected.

“Say it,” Mitsuya repeated, voice low but urgent. “Say you want me, and only me.”

You swallowed hard, your mind spinning with the weight of his words. The fiancé you had planned to marry, the life you thought you wanted—it all felt distant now, meaningless compared to this moment.

“I want you,” you finally whispered, voice trembling but certain.

His grip on your hips tightened as he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in like you were air itself.

“Good,” he murmured against your skin. “Because you don’t need him. You need me.”

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, mixing with the heat of his words. Your hands found his shoulders, holding on as if to anchor yourself in this new reality.

“Cancel the wedding,” Mitsuya urged, his voice a raw promise. “Start over with me. I’ll make you feel more alive than you ever thought possible.”

Your breath hitched, heart pounding. The decision wasn’t easy, but as his body moved in perfect sync with yours, clarity bloomed.

This wasn’t just desire—it was something deeper, something real.

And as your bodies moved together, you knew you’d never go back.

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You’re trembling on the edge of the table, nearly naked, your breath coming in soft, uneven waves. Mitsuya watches you intently, his eyes dark with need and something tender beneath it all. His hands rest lightly on your hips, steadying you, but you try to push yourself up, desperate to catch your balance.

He catches your wrist gently but firmly. “Don’t move,” he says, voice low and sure.

Before you can protest, his lips find yours again, warm and demanding. He tastes you—once—and something inside him snaps.

“I can’t let you go now,” Mitsuya murmurs against your mouth. “Not after that.”

His fingers brush over your bare skin, tracing slow circles that make your skin burn.

“You’re mine,” he says, voice thick with possession and promise. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget him. Until you only want me.”

You swallow, your heart pounding, torn between what you know and what you feel.

He leans down, kissing your neck softly, then a little rougher, as if marking you.

“You only need me,” he whispers, fingers tightening on your waist.

You try to pull away, whispering, “This might be a mistake…”

But Mitsuya just smiles against your skin, his hand cupping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple lightly.

“Not a chance,” he says, sliding inside you again, slow and deep. “I’ll make sure you have no doubt. You already broke the promise to him darling. The mistake we already made.”

With every steady thrust, every heated kiss, you feel yourself falling further under his spell—his promise clear in every touch.

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The soft rustle of the wedding dress settling around you both was the only sound in the room now. Mitsuya’s arms wrapped around your trembling body, holding you close as your breaths slowly evened out.

He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch light and reverent. “You okay?” he asked quietly, eyes searching yours.

You nodded, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. “Yeah. More than okay.”

He smiled—a slow, genuine curve that reached his eyes. “We have some decisions to make,” he said softly, “but right now... all that matters is you and me.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. “I’m ready,” you whispered. “To figure it out. Together.”

Mitsuya’s hand found yours, fingers intertwining naturally. “Then we’ll take it one step at a time. No rush, no pressure—just us.”

The tension of the day melted away, replaced by a calm certainty that felt like home.

In that quiet boutique dressing room, surrounded by fabric and fading light, the promise of a new beginning stretched out before you both—unwritten, but full of possibility.

[bleach-your-panties]

•Texting your anime bf to show him your new nails! pt. 2🍧💗💗

♡pt. 1

♡w/ chifuyu matsuno, hajime kokonoi, shuji hanma, & takashi mitsuya!

♡crack text fic!

(not my designs. all from pinterest)

[gildedsilk]

Handmade Comfort ❀

• Takashi Mitsuya x Reader | Wc: 800+ | Fluff | PG-13 ༻

༺ Masterlist

The rain had started earlier that afternoon, a steady drizzle at first that quickly turned into a downpour. By the time evening rolled around, the apartment was surrounded by the sound of raindrops pounding against the windows and the occasional whistle of the wind. Inside, the world felt small, quiet, and warm—a stark contrast to the storm outside.

Mitsuya was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by spools of thread and small fabric scraps, his sewing machine humming softly in the background. His lavender eyes were focused, the glow of the desk lamp casting a halo of light over his concentrated expression. The sight of him working always had a calming effect on you.

You, on the other hand, were cocooned in a blanket on the couch, a steaming mug of tea nestled in your hands. The heat seeped through your fingers, and you sighed contentedly as you watched him work.

“I swear you haven’t moved from that spot all day,” you teased, breaking the comfortable silence.

Mitsuya glanced up, his lips curving into a soft smile. “I could say the same about you,” he replied, his voice light. “At least I’m being productive.”

You gasped, feigning offense as you tightened the blanket around your shoulders. “I’m keeping you company. That’s productive.”

His laugh was soft, barely louder than the rain outside, but it filled the room with warmth. “Fair enough,” he conceded, leaning back to stretch. As he did, you caught a glimpse of the project he’d been working on—a sweater in a soft, earthy tone, the yarn thick and warm-looking.

“Is that… for me?” you asked, setting your mug down and leaning forward.

Mitsuya shrugged, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “Maybe. You’ve been complaining about how cold it’s been, so I figured I’d make something that suits you. No big deal.”

Your heart swelled, and you slid off the couch to sit beside him. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

He rolled his eyes, but you caught the way his lips twitched, like he was fighting a smile. “It’s nothing,” he said, his voice softer now. “I just like taking care of you.”

You leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder as he picked up the sweater again, his hands moving deftly as he threaded the fabric through the machine. The steady hum of the sewing machine mixed with the rain, creating a soothing backdrop to your quiet moment together.

“What about you?” he asked after a while, his voice breaking the silence. “Are you warm enough?”

You nodded, but the small shiver that passed through you betrayed the truth. Mitsuya noticed immediately, pausing his work to drape the unfinished sweater over your shoulders. The fabric was soft and warm, smelling faintly of him.

“Better?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours.

You nodded again, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Much.”

Mitsuya leaned back, resting his weight on his hands as he watched you. The corners of his mouth lifted into a fond smile, and his gaze softened in that way that always made your heart skip a beat.

“You know,” he began, his voice low and thoughtful, “I never really liked rainy days. They always felt… heavy. But with you here, they’re kind of nice.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you turned to face him fully, wrapping the blanket around the both of you. “Rainy days aren’t so bad when you’re with someone who makes you feel warm,” you said softly.

His hand found yours beneath the blanket, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Exactly,” he murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. The storm outside raged on, but inside, the world was soft and still. Mitsuya eventually picked up his sewing again, working with one hand while the other remained laced with yours.

By the time the sweater was finished, the rain had lessened to a gentle drizzle, and the clock had crept well past midnight. Mitsuya helped you slip the sweater on, his hands brushing against your skin as he adjusted the fabric.

“Perfect,” he said, stepping back to admire his work.

You laughed, spinning slowly to show off the sweater. “You’re unbelievable,” you said, your voice full of affection. “I’m never taking this off.”

“Good,” he replied, pulling you close again. “That was the point.”

As the rain continued to fall softly outside, you nestled into Mitsuya’s arms, the weight of the world melting away in the warmth of his quiet love.

[asirensrage]

Lovestruck

Title: Lovestruck Rating: Mature Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Undescribed!Reader Warnings: Non-descriptive smut? Nothing explicit. Confessions. Alluded semi-public sex. Mostly from his pov. Word count: ~1600 Summary: You're pretty sure Mitsuya treats you with polite indifference. He thinks that's how you treat him. Turns out you're both wrong.

Notes: Written for @enchantedforest-network's Sundress Season. I didn't quite go into as much detail as I initially planned but I like how it turned out. I hope you do too. Shoutout to @awkwardchick87 for the help in this!

You’ve known Mitsuya for years. Sort of. 

The two of you have been dancing on the outskirts of your respective friend groups. You’re acquaintances more than anything, but that doesn’t stop the crush you have. Most of the girls who knew Mitsuya liked him in one way or another. He was sweet, determined and creative. It was a hard combination to resist.

You don’t sew, never had much skill with anything in the semblance of a needle, but your friend is a part of the club that Mitsuya leads and you’ve been used as a model for her designs more often than not. Standing in the room as she measures and adjusts has left you on pretty good terms with him. He’s polite, always trying to engage you in conversation to help keep you relaxed before one of the girls calls him for help. 

So you don’t expect his reaction when he sees you this time. 

🪡

He walks into the room and stops, stunned at the sight of you. In all the times he’s seen you, tried to talk to you to learn everything he could, he’s never seen you like this. You’re standing to the side, waiting patiently as your friend is doing…something. He doesn’t even know. He can’t take his eyes off of you. The shape of your legs, the exposed skin…his mouth goes dry. He’s wanted you for so long, since the day he met you and you smiled so sweetly at him, but you’ve never given him more than what felt like polite disinterest. And he’s tried. He’s tried to talk to you but the others in the club keep calling for his attention and he never gets the chance to run into you outside of these walls. Now you’re standing there, looking like something out of his dreams and all he wants is to take you home, to find out what you taste like and what sort of sounds you’ll make when he does. 

“Wha-” his voice cracks and he laughs, rubbing the back of his head as he tries not to flush in embarrassment. “What are you doing?”

You smile brightly at him. “Hi Mitsuya! Sorry for intruding. I just stopped by for the last measurement.” 

He blinks, breath catching in his throat at the way you smile. “Of course! Do…do you need help?” He swallows tightly, waiting in anticipation. The thought of being able to help, to touch your skin…he coughs, trying to get the image of his sliding his hand up under your skirt out of his head.

“I’m just about done,” your friend answers. They smile at you. “Thanks for your help.”

“Always,” you say, grinning back. You hop off the chair and Mitsuya has to force himself to drop his eyes as your skirt flies up with the motion. “Whoops,” you shove your skirt down and laugh it off, as if you’re not tempting him. He’s beginning to even wonder if you see him as a man. Maybe you just like torturing him. 

He watches as your friend finishes marking down the measurements and you hover as you get ready to leave with them. His words feel caught in his throat. “Wa-wait!”

You pause as you’re walking to the door. “Hmm?”

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

You look to your friend. “I can wait outside,” you tell them.

“Not them, you. Please.” 

You blink in surprise but nod, smiling at your friend and telling them you’ll catch up with them later. Your friend leaves and you turn to him, waiting patiently. He steps forward. 

“If I’m keeping you, please…let me know. You can go.” 

“I don’t have plans. It’s okay.” You turn towards him, hands behind your back which really just makes your chest press out more. You have to be aware of this, of what you’re doing to him. He bites the inside of his cheek. 

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” he says carefully, “and if I’m overstepping, please tell me but I need to know…do I have a chance with you?”

You blink at him in surprise. “What?” 

He steps closer. “Do I have a chance with you?” he repeats. “Every time you’re in this room, it drives me crazy. I’ve tried, over and over, to get closer to you only for it to feel as if I keep getting torn away by my own faults and I can’t–” he swallows tightly. “I don’t know if you’re seeing anyone, but I can’t stay quiet anymore. Not when you’re haunting my dreams and my inspiration.”

He watches as your mouth falls open in surprise. “I…wait, you like me?” you ask, looking around as if you expect your friends to jump out playing an elaborate joke on you. 

Mitsuya can’t stop himself from moving closer, from reaching for your cheek only to pause. “Very much,” he agrees. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” He meets your eyes with his own. “Please. If you’re already involved with someone, put me out of my misery. Tell me. I will retreat…but I need to know if there’s a chance. If you find me at all attractive or interesting enough to let me take you out.” 

“I…” You look stunned.

“I have been dreaming of touching you…kissing you…” he admits, his face heating in embarrassment at how much he’s sharing. “I’m sorry.”

“Then kiss me,” you cut in. 

It’s his turn to look at you in surprise. “What?”

You look like you’re trying not to grin back at him, eyes not meeting his. “You can kiss me…if you want.”

He cups your cheek gently, inhaling sharply at the feeling of your soft skin against the calluses of his fingers and palm. He tilts your head up slightly to look at him. “Are you sure?”

“You’re not the only one who’s been daydreaming, Mitsu-”

He kisses you. His lips press against yours softly, swallowing the rest of your words. You don’t taste as divine as he dreamed but you taste human - real. It reminds him that this is actually happening. He breaks the kiss to let you both catch your breath, to give you a chance to stop him if you want, but you look up at him with those half-lidded eyes and all he can do is claim your mouth again. 

🪡

It’s a blur how they got to this moment. 

He confessed. Finally, he admitted to you everything he had been feeling and despite all of his fears, you confessed back. To him. And now he has you sitting on one of the desks, the skirt of your dress hiked up as he stands between your legs. You’re perfect. 

He kisses your neck, sucking marks into it as he murmurs praise. His hand slides up your thigh, his callused palm feeling like it’s burning against your soft skin.

"Fuck…," you breathe, "Mitsu-" 

"Let me hear you say my name," he murmurs against your skin. He needs to know what it sounds like. "Let me hear you say my name. Properly." He rolls his hips into yours, wanting more and trying desperately not to push you too far. "Come on, precious. Say it." 

"Ta-Takashi.." 

He groans. He digs his fingers in a little more, tightening his grip. “Again.”

“Takas-” he kisses you hard. It’s the best thing he’s ever heard in his life and he thinks he might break if you say it too often. He wants you to repeat it, over and over, until it’s the only thing you remember how to say. He wants the memory of him burned into you, just like you’re burned into him. 

You lean your head back, giving him more access to mark your throat before you guide his hand higher. Mitsuya has never really believed in anything other than the results of hard work, but in this moment he thinks he’s been blessed. To touch you like this is a dream and hearing the sounds you make is nearly enough to break him. The fact that he can make you feel this good is enough. 

You hook a leg around his waist, pulling him closer and Mitsuya groans against your skin. He can’t stop the way he presses his hips into yours, sliding the skirt of your dress higher as moving his hand between your legs. 

He leans forward, kissing the spot between your neck and shoulder just so he’s closer, so he can memorize every sound you make as he touches you. He thinks he might be in love with every gasp, moan and whimper you make, with the way you keen for him as you arch with pleasure.

“Mi-Takashi–” you try to whisper, tapping his shoulder. 

He doesn’t want to pull away, to stop, but he does. He looks at you, at your swollen lips and half-lidded eyes, and thinks to himself that you’ve never been more beautiful. “Hmm?”

“We…we should stop,” you say softly, catching your breath. 

He moves his hand from between your legs, listening as you whimper at the loss. “Do you want to stop?” He asks, watching your face carefully. 

“I…no,” you admit softly. “But we’re in the club room. What if someone walks in?”

“Ah.” He brushes his nose across your cheek. “We did get a bit carried away…but do you want to stop?”

You shake your head and Mitsuya can’t resist kissing you again. Especially when you open up so nicely for him, cradling him between your thighs. 

He kneels before you, sliding his hands up your legs. “Then let them come,” he whispers before he ducks under the skirt of his new favourite dress of yours. 

“Taka-!”

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[metranart]

Hello! Hope you have a nice day~ If you are accepting req, could you please do a prompt where Mitsuya s/o's wanting him to choke her for her new kink. Like, legit choking hurting her. I wanna know how would his reaction be since he is truly a gentleman but a wolf in a sheep's clothing KYAAAH gosh. Thank you for your time! <3

Hello Darlin', I usual don't do requests since I lack time :( ... but I really liked your prompt, so..... here's a little something...

Just as an honorable mention, is on my Patreon where I put up a monthly poll for members to vote for the anime and what they want the story to be about, I do art of scenes from the story as well. It's an extra in addition to the artwork that I put in general.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW, PRINCESS" - MITSUYA TAKASHI X READER

"Do you think I have a pretty neck, Mitsuya?"

You asked your boyfriend, a lilac eyebrow raising on his forehead quizzically before he smiled in amusement.

"Everything about you is pretty, love." He responded absentmindedly, with the ghost of a smile on his lips, as he saw out of the corner of his eye that you were pouting your lips.

"-Mmmm I didn't say what you wanted to hear, uh." He wondered more to himself, putting the thread into a needle and beginning to sew his little sisters' sweaters. The intelligible sound that came out of your mouth made him snicker.

"It's not that." You admitted with a certain hint of embarrassment. Your cheeks turning red as you played with your fingers for something to do.

"….Are you going to tell me what it is or am I going to have to force it out of you?" Mitsuya teased, and your bottom lip was chewed between your teeth, steeling yourself to interrupt him.

"Sure! Forcibly take it out of me." You rushed out to say with too much determination that Mitsuya Takashi almost lost the needle he was sewing with. A strange look on his face, with the question any boyfriend would ask… Surely, she's joking, right?…

His lips twitched dubiously, still unable to know whether he should laugh or…

"I'm serious, Mitsuya," You stressed, pulling at his fingers anxiously, "…you're going to have to choke me for me to tell you."

There was a strong redundancy in your words, if he choked you, you would certainly not be able to speak. But something inside Mitsuya told him that you were already moving into subtext.

"-Is this your way of telling me that you want me to choke you, little one?"

You shrugged, looking away.

"Only if you want." You conceded, almost as if this was his fetish and not yours.

Mitsuya snickered low in his chest, he already knew you too well and he wasn't going to lie, he loved these little games that you insisted on playing before asking him to do anything to you.

Abandoning the needle, in the most delicate but equally effective way, he dragged you until your thigh was flush against his on the chair.

"….Hop on, princess."

Your reluctance enticed him to no end. "If I'm sitting on your legs, you can't choke me properly-"

"Climb in and find out." He told you with that mischievous smile that you loved, and soon, your butt settled comfortably on his lap.

As in on reflect, his lips, envious and ferocious, pressed against your neck until he saw goosebumps erupt on your skin.

"So sensitive, are you sure you want me to choke you?" His question sounded muffled against your neck, and his tongue distracted you so much that your mouth admitted.

"Not only do I want you to choke me, I want it to hurt."

Mitsuya's lips snapped to a stop against your neck, hesitant as he let your words sink into his brain. But it didn't help much, because there was nothing to ponder.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said, bluntly.

The tantrum did not wait long. "I just want you to choke me harder than you usually do-"

"I have never choked you-"

"I-I know," you admitted sheepishly, "….well, in my mind, you have." Your cheeks turned crimson.

Mitsuya sighed, heavily. "Let's try something else, how about-" "No!" The timbre of your voice rose a little, the push in your features a little more.

"I want to do this, we can have a safe word." You offered hopefully and he snickered perplexed, "….how would you say it if I'm choking you?"

Your mouth opened but no sound came out.

"Then no?" you said, with the pitiful and trembling lip on your mouth and Mitsuya felt that he was arguing with his little sisters when they didn't want to eat the vegetables.

"I don't know how to hurt-"

"I've seen you pulverize gang members into the pavement, don't tell me you don't know how to-" This time, he interrupted you.

"…YOU…I don't know how to hurt YOU, I can't…" he admitted, settling you better on his lap, "I don't want to."

Your eyes met and you swore you saw what gentleness would look like if it had physical form. But you were stubborn… Your hand took his and in a slow, almost imperceptible movement you wrapped Mitsuya's fingers around your neck.

Your eyes never stop staring at each other, but you felt how his hand didn't close, so you helped him with yours.

Mitsuya pursed his lips, and suddenly, you stopped applying pressure and realized that his fist was still closed around your throat. Your heart beated with unbridled emotion… did you convince him?

"Harder." You asked him and you could count ten seconds, and his hand tightened, it didn't hurt, you could barely feel it, it was more like a necklace than anything else.

"Harder," you whispered against his lips and he hesitated, but his hand tightened.

Finally there was more pressure, and not only in his fist, but also in his pants. Because you could swear that what you felt nested beneath your ass, wasn't there before.

[inseobts]

INFO about Shanks - When the Sea Gives You Tangerines:

the title might change later on but it's to let you know it's inpired by the kdrama "When life gives you tangerines", it's you and Shanks sharing fluff and fun stories of your past love life.

[solzsq]

I NEED a tokrev xreader fic where they end up in the Borderlands (like Aib) and reader's personality is like Chishiya's...

on another note I would like to see tokrev characters reacting to reader as different roles from aib maybe a Queen/or King from the 2nd season

Or

Instead of reader's persona being based off of just Chishiya maybe a little mix of the mains of Aib like:

Arisu (logic)

Ann (investigation skills)

Chishiya (intellect & manipulation skills)

Kuina (strength)

Usagi (speed)

And some of the scenes of Aib get referenced in the fic (like the same scene but with tokrev characters ft. Reader)

And the fic would show the different types of loves platonic & romantic like:

Ann & Kuina

Arisu, Karube & Chota

Aguni and Hatter

Aguni and Heiya

Arisu and Usagi

Chishiya and Kuina

Reader's background COULD BE

that reader was childhood friends with manjiro and keisuke since reader also went to gramps dojo but reader came from a judgemental family so when manjiro and keisuke came up with the idea of a gang reader's mother forbid reader from hanging out with them taking it as far as changing schools and hometown until a few years later when reader was 17 they moved back in their childhood town and a few months later the 'fireworks' occurred where everyone got sent to the Borderlands

Reader could be seen by others as shy but they are actually just introverted until they get comfortable around the person (14-17 yrs old reader)

Younger reader could be deemed as actually shy and defenseless caused by childhood trauma from her home life (aka abusive father not extremely maybe like their father abused of drugs and alcohol and their mother was too inlove with him to leave but once she got the courage to leave him reader was atleast 8-9 yrs old and was traumatized to the point of almost mute)

When reader reached their preteens was when their mother separated them from Manjiro, keisuke and the rest of the toman founders

So after this moving out reader matured a lot since they had to take care of their mentally ill mother and talk some rational sense into her mind for her not to go insane, this moments made reader meditate and mature too much for their age and that would be where Chishiya's manipulation and intellect come in, reader gained these because they didn't want to be like their mother who was a people pleaser that put others safety and happiness before hers and reader wanted the contrary reader believed in putting yourself first no matter the situation

These traumas that reader went through gave her a slight interest of investigating the fucked up minds of criminals of how they treat others so badly without remorse and for reader investigating was a comfort zone they wanted to know why, what was the cause for these people to end up this way etc, they wanted to know everything and that's where Ann's abilities of investigation come in

Kuina's strength could come in from reader's time at the dojo and later on develop more as reader works out and keeps practising self defense when they moved out etc as well as her Usagi's speed could come from this too or maybe reader participation in the school's field day or track races perhaps

I just find the idea of merging tokrev & Alice in Borderland very interesting in seeing writers who accurately get into these characters personas and narrate how they would react and the impact on their personalities would be since they'll be fighting for their lives and the roles of leader and followers (gang roles) wouldn't be useful and we would see how the fear of death and loosing beloved ones would make these characters develop for the better or worse

An example could be which characters or relationships would be representing tokrev characters

In terms of relationships/dynamics:

Aguni & Hatter: Wakasa & Takeomi

Kuina & Chishiya: Chifuyu & Kazutora

Ann & Kuina: Baji & Chifuyu

Aguni & Heiya: Wakasa & Senju

Arisu & Usagi: Takemichi & Hinata

Arisu, Karube & Chota: Takemichi, Akkun, Takuya

Chota & Shibuki: Takuya & random oc (made up side character)

Karube & Shibuki: Akkun & random oc (made up side character)

Momoka & Asahi: Pah Chin & Peh Yan

Character representation:

Tatta: Angry

Kyuma: Kazutora

Mira: Kisaki

Last Boss: Shion

Niragi: Hanma

Banda: Sanzu aswell

Kuzuryu: Muto

Enji: Kisaki

These are only representative of aib characters by tokrev characters meaning that some of these characters scenes could be referenced in the fic or the some of the fics dialogue can be based off of the scenes these aib characters have

I don't know if I'm explaining myself enough since I'm not exactly skilled in explaining things but yeah that's an idea for writers who are in the Aib and tokrev fandom

Again these are just examples for inspo

If I could I would write the fic buy I'm not a good narrator and I would write the characters ooc most definitely 😵‍💫

I apologize for any grammar errors🧍🏻‍♀️

Also if anyone knows about a fic at least close to this hmu immediately 👀 or if someone is willing to write something like this also hmu

[relliwritingbish]

It starts like it always does.

He’s over for dinner, laughing with your brother in the kitchen, that easy confidence dripping off him like cologne. You try to ignore him. Want to act like his presence doesn’t set your nerves on fire, but the second your eyes meet across the room, everything stills.

He looks at you like he shouldn’t. Like he knows it. Like he doesn’t care.

Later that night, the house is quiet. Everyone else is asleep. You walk into the hallway and nearly run into him—shirt untucked, hair messy, like he’s just stepped out of a dream you’re not supposed to be having.

He freezes when he sees you. You both do.

“You should be in bed,” he says, voice low, husky.

“So should you.”

A beat. A breath. And then his eyes drag slowly down your body, linger at your lips. “We both know this is a dangerous game.”

“Then why are you still standing here?” Your heart starts pounding, a little too loudly.

He steps forward. Just enough to make your back hit the wall. His hand brushes your waist. His mouth is close enough that your skin tingles. “Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t want you.”

You inhale sharply, caught between thrill and fear. “My brother would kill you.”

“Then let’s not give him a reason to find out.”

When he kisses you, it’s reckless.

It's hungry and desperate, months of restraint snapping all at once. His hands explore with familiarity and hesitation, like he’s memorized every inch of you in his imagination and now finally dares to touch.

It’s a secret. It’s a mistake.

But neither of you is stopping.

Not tonight.

[horrorlove14]

Make My Sun Shine - Tokyo Revengers

Mitsuya Takashi X Gender-neutral! Florist! Reader

Warning: Brief mention of injuries and gang fights.

It doesn't cost to feel like you've blown it all away

And you'll get lost to feelin' like you've found the way

To feel like you want it (everyday)

Like you've got it (it's not gonna stay)

Life you always wanna feel this way

Takashi finds himself admiring a certain florist named Y/N from a distance while running errands for his mother, which he has been doing for the past couple of months.

They are often seen wearing a facemask while they're working, which has him getting all curious about what's underneath it and what kind of face they have.

Little did he know that he was being admired from afar by the florist. They have taken notice of Takashi ever since they started working full-time at a flower shop in the city center because they find him attractive despite having seen him with injuries due to fights and wearing the gang uniform.

You make my sun shine

You make my watch tick slowly

You make my sunshine

You make me tan in the rain

On one fateful rainy evening, as Y/N is on their way home from work, they bump into Takashi, who is injured with his face and knuckles, bleeding and bruising, and is limping and on the verge of collapse.

In a panic, they picked up Takashi and dragged him back into their apartment because they feared him getting ill from the rain and his wounds getting infected.

Once they are at the apartment, the soaked and injured Takashi is placed onto the sofa to lie down while Y/N retrieves their first aid kit and towels to treat him as he falls unconscious from the wounds.

Loosen your mind when you talk

Tighten your eyes with your thoughts

Call it whatever you like

My words don't seem to mind

A bit of time later, Takashi wakes up to see that he's bandaged up and dry at an unfamiliar place.

He's pleasantly surprised to see the person he's been admiring is here in front of him without their face mask, and their face is softly beautiful and kind looking.

Y/N explains to him that he's at their home after finding him injured outside and had treated his injuries as a result.

He thanked them profusely for their help and wanted to repay them by asking for their contact details and if they could hang out sometime, to which they said yes.

To feel like you want it (everyday)

Like you've got it (it's not gonna stay)

Life you always wanna feel this way

Eventually, they started hanging out together with each other and having play dates with his younger sisters, Mana and Luna, by teaching them how to make flower crowns and bouquets, etc.

Takashi and Y/N have grown closer over time and one day, he ends up asking them out on a date, which they have accepted.

For their first date, they went to an arcade and a diner before going to watch a film at the cinema where they had a good time together and enjoyed each other's company. Takashi wished that the date would last longer because he would miss them until the next time they see each other.

You make my sun shine

You make my watch tick slowly

You make my sunshine

You make me tan in the rain

Their second date is spent at the Mitsuya home where they babysat Mana and Luna while Mrs. Mitsuya is out for the day. They enjoy themselves by cooking meals together, watching TV and playing with their toys, etc.

Takashi is contemplating how he should do his love confession by turning to his closest friends for their advice. They give him good advice on how he should approach it towards Y/N on their next hangout, which is happening pretty soon.

I feel like I want it (everyday)

Like I got it (it's not gonna stay)

Life I always wanna feel this way

When the fated day arrives, Takashi and Y/N decide to go to the local aquarium together and just spend quality time admiring the animals in display.

During this time, he stares at them, observing the animals and commenting on their movements and appearance like an excited kid during a school field trip.

If it makes you feel better

That the time moves slowly

If it makes you feel better

That the time moves slowlyyyyy

Long story short, Takashi and Y/N became a happy couple and are now enjoying a happy and loving relationship as a couple by going on weekend dates, hang outs at the florist, study dates at each other's houses and hanging out with their friends.

You make my sun shine

You make my watch tick slowly

You make my sunshine

You make me tan in the rain

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End of song fic. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

[newtthetranswriter]

Christmas Conflict Clean Up

Word count: 949

Paring: Takashi Mitsuya x reader

Summary: Taking care of him after the Christmas conflict.

Warnings: Talk of blood, concussions and other injuries, stabbing

A/N: Hello everyone, I hope that if you celebrate Christmas you had a good one yesterday, and if you don’t, I hope you still had an amazing day. Anyway, I wrote this picturing it happening obviously right after the fight in the church. I also picture it happening when they are in the last year of high school, so still teen but more like 18ish. Anyway, enjoy and remember to Hydrate Or Diedrate.

   It was about three in the morning when the knocking on my window finally woke me up. I was totally confused by this, like, who in their right mind is knocking on people’s windows at 3am the day after Christmas. As I went to the window, my question was answered, seeing my boyfriend standing outside, with what was very clearly a black eye and many other injuries to his handsome face. Realizing it was Takashi standing out there, I rushed to slide the window open and help him climb through the window.

   “I’m sorry to wake you up so early. I just didn’t want to wake Luna and Mana with my face so beat up.” Takashi explained as he gave a weak smile sitting on my bed.

   Ignoring his explanation as to why he was here, I went to work, looking for my first aid kit that I kept in my room for nights like this. Digging through my dresser drawer, I let out a quiet exclamation of victory, pulling out the box of supplies. Turning on my bedside lamp, I decide the best course of action would be to first clean up all the blood. “Sorry, but this is gonna sting.” I said, taking an antiseptic wipe to a large cut on his cheek. He flinched away from the wipe and in response I grabbed the back of his head to hold him still, not realizing that was also a bad idea.

   This time he jerked forward, nearly headbutting me in the process. “Shit that hurt.” Takashi mumbled out, trying to keep his voice down.

   Realizing with that kind of reaction, there had to be a wound on the back of his head, I turned his face away from me. I let out a sigh of relief when I didn’t see any blood in his hair, but knowing there could still be something there, I carefully started moving his short hair out of my way. When I bumped a particular spot, he let out another quiet string of curses, signalling that I found the spit of concern. Looking closer at the spot, I could see a rather large bump that was already starting to turn purple. “Jesus, Takashi, what’d they hit you with a brick?” I asked, only slightly joking.

  “Close, a metal pipe.” Was his response as he tilted his head to look back at me. I held back a gasp, as I didn’t actually think whoever he got in a fight with this time would hit him with something. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. It’s just a bump and a bruise, nothing major.” He smirked, trying to make it sound not that bad.

  I resisted the urge to smack the back of his head. “Nothing major, really, Takashi. You could have a concussion, for god’s sake. Now sit still so I can clean up the rest of your face.” I snapped as I turned him back to facing me. “And don’t flinch, or I will make sure you leave here with a concussion.” I threatened, going back to wiping off his cuts.

  With that, he shut right up, knowing that if I had to I would really beat his ass for being an idiot. “What even were you idiots fighting about at Christmas?” I asked, hoping to get some answers on the citation, that lead to a bloody boyfriend knocking on my window at three o’clock.

  He paused, probably trying to figure out how to explain it in a way to make it sound justified. When he finally spoke, I could tell it was the unfiltered truth. “Takemitchy believed that Hakkai was going to kill his brother and was dead set on stopping him. He was right in the sense that Hakkai was there, but Yuzuha is the one who ultimately stabbed Taiju. Don’t worry, the wound wasn’t fatal, but it turned into an all out brawl in the church with Takemitchy, Chifuyu, Hakkai, and Me against Taiju and a couple of his Black dragon guys. Honestly, the only thing that saved our asses was Mikey and Draken showing up when they did.” He explained.

  I knew right away it was the truth, Hakkai was like the little brother Takashi never had, and I know he would do anything for him, even risk his life if he had too. I smiled as I wiped the last little bit of blood off his lower lip. “I’m glad everyone made it out okay then.” It’s all I could think to say. He returned the gentle smile. “Now please take a break from fighting until at least the new year, I don’t think your pretty face can take another beating so soon.” I said, earning a chuckle from him as I moved to the first aid kit back in its resting spot.

  When I turned around, Takashi had kicked off his shoes and thrown his Toman jacket over my desk chair, and made himself comfortable on my bed. Before I could say anything, he beat me to it. “You said it yourself, I could have a concussion from being hit with a metal pipe. I shouldn’t be driving in this condition. Now come lay down, we both know your parents are used to me coming over all beat up and spending the night.” He said, making valid points, patting the space next to him. I quickly lied down next to him, turning off the light. Before I could drift off to sleep, I heard one last thing from the lilac haired young man. “Thank you for always being here for me, even if it’s at such shitty hours” That was the last thing I heard before letting sleep take over.

[monochromaticbeans]

🌸Short Fics Masterlist🌸

Tokyo Revengers:

🧡Kazutora x Reader (You're a veterinary technician.)

🥊First Rule of Fight Club (Hikari discovers Kiyomasa and his little fight club.)

🖕🏻 Vinyl, Violence, and Complicated Histories (Hikari and Hanma.)

🏍️ Threads of Moonlight (Keisuke and Hikari reminisce when their son forms a new generation of Toman.)

🎁 Omiyage (Hikari returns from her trip to the States with some... interesting souvenirs for everyone. Set during Sakayume Chapter 23: You See Us Comin'.)

NSFW🔞 A Line, Once Crossed (Hikari and Sanzu in the Bonten timeline of Sakayume. Takes place before the events of Chapter 62: Drown in the Darkness.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Final

NSFW🔞🍿 Movie Night (Hikari and Keisuke grown up, doing Netflix and Chill after a long week.)

🎶 Glowstick Garden (Hikari and Rindou form a friendship over music, in the final timeline.)

🎙️The Jazz Singer (Shion Madarame deserves a little love!)

🍼 Room For More (Hikari and Chifuyu, in the timeline from Chapter 55 of Sakayume: Your Love Is My Relief.)

🐺 Love You To Death (Based on the Type O Negative song, AU Baji is a werewolf and his love, a witch, performs a ritual to help him tame the beast within.)

📸 Out of Focus (Every Thursday, Hanma visits the bar where Midori works, determined to win her affection. Will he succeed or will she continue turning him down?Good timeline Hanma the photographer! May add a Part 2 later.)

💍Newlyweds At Work (Hikari and Draken in the timeline of Sakayume Chapter 58: A Beautiful Life. Short, cute, and sweet.)

❤️‍🩹The Ghost of You (A scene from Chapter 63 of Sakayume, Falling: Hikari visits Keisuke's grave in the Bonten timeline. This is written from Keisuke's perspective. Yes, as a ghost.)

🎤I Want It That Way (A bonus short from an event mentioned in Sakayume Chapter 26: Some Dream I Made Up. Hikari makes Chifuyu sing with her before a Toman meeting.)

🖇️ Customer Support (A short "report" on how some of the TR boys handled working at a customer support desk.)

[puprdou]

the shrine! pt2 of “fabric kisses”

contains. ocxcanon. self indulgent content. self insert name usage. no tws.

BEFORE YOU READ. please click on this link before reading, as it contains information about my oc; kira ryuguji, and will help as to make the story more understanding.

A/N. i know i just posted pt1 earlier but i wrote that last night soooooooooo.......look i just want more ok im greedy for more yume content.

tags. @sashimi020 @goat-sin-of-lust @dolledupformanjiro | ask to be tagged in the future for more updates to this series.

having these flashbacks was nothing short of normal for the girl, especially on nights like these, the wind riding through her hair with the speed of the motorcycle as she hugged her older brother, whom was driving to musashi shrine for a toman meeting, which he had invited her to. he noticed the way her grip around him had relaxed, the look in her eyes zoned out, and so, he asked, “hey.. you okay?”

his voice was drowned out slightly by the harsh wind as the motorcycle road down the streets, but it was still loud enough to be able to hear. snapping her out of her thoughts, she sheepishly smiled at him from behind him, squeezing him a bit as she backpacked him, nodding from over his shoulder. “yeah, ’m fine kenny. jus’ thinkin’ about things..”

he only gave a soft hum in response, the moon illuminating the darkness of the night around the duo. she thought about the moment they met, to the current, 2005. toman was growing rapidly, which only meant more enemies; it had become more frequent in which she had to atch him draken, sometimes even his friends in toman.

but, she didn’t focus on toman. her thoughts were preoccupied by the second division captain; mitsuya takashi. he was constantly on her mind; his kind smile, that soft laugh of his, the look on his face whenever he sees her.. she was in denial of liking him more than just a friend should like their best friend. but, she couldn’t have him; he was her brother’s best friend. she couldn’t have him.. could she?

being snapped out of her daydreaming as the motorcycle abruptly came to a stop, she looked up to see her older brother patting her thigh to get off. they had reached their destination; musashi shrine, where toman meetings are held.

she smiled, giggling a little bit as she got off from the backseat. standing up, she waited for draken to get off before they both began walking up the steps. the sound of engines roaring filled the air as motorcycles surrounded the scene, the members of toman hopping off of their bikes as the captains and vice-captains stood in the front lines.

walking around the shrine as they started their meeting after everyone had attended, she began walking around the trees, through the forest. she spent her time picking up pretty flowers she found, creating a messy, organic bouquet. her mind was drifting back to mitsuya—the way he’d smiled and waved as he saw her at the shrine, before the meeting had begun, had entered her thoughts.

it was the way he smiled at her. it was different from the way he had smiled at others, it was more.. fond. maybe she was making it up, maybe it was her heart aching for something more than just friendship, she didn’t know.

but what she did now, was that she couldn’t get hung up on him. she thought about him enough as it is, she didn’t need more reaosns to think about that boy. but.. he was so cute; he was kind, handsome, and—goddamnit, she was thinking about him again.

suddenly, a tap on her shoulder had shaken her out of her thoughts, making the girl jump in shock. she was surrounded by trees right now and she had just felt a tap on her shoulder, who wouldn’t get jumpscared? turning around, she saw the boy she was thinking about just now—mitsuya.

“heh, hey. you know, you shouldn’t go wandering out into the woods on your own..” he smiled softly, giggling under his breath at seeing her getting so scared. he gently brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, letting out a soft hum. before she could answer, he spoke again, “your brother is looking for you, let’s go.”

he gently took her hand, beginning to lead her along back towards the shrine with a fond smile. he was a lot better at hiding his fluster than the girl; who was currently blushing all wide-eyed, looking down at their intertwined hands as they both walked. it made him want to tease her, but he chose not to.

as the duo arrived back at the shrine, he called his best friend back over, “hey! i found her.” draken turned his head in their direction, his tension being released seeing that his little sister was safe and sound. he looked down at your intertwined hands, before his gaze dropped to the messy bouquet of random flowers collected in her hands.

“what’s that?” he asked curiously with a raised brow, walking towards them both with his hands stuffed into his pockets. the meeting had ended by now, and most people were leaving already. “huh?” she let out a soft noise of confusion, watching as he gestured towards the dirty bouquet in her free hand.

“ooooh..! i was just.. grabbing pretty flowers i found..” she mumbled, shying her hand away from the boy’s as she walked over to her brother. “we should go home.. it’s late,” she shook her head, trying to shake away her fluster.

“alright. g’night, mitsuya.” draken huffed, beginning to walk away from the shrine, gesturing for his little sister to follow. she turned back to the boy as her brother walked away, giving him a shy wave with a cute smile, wishing him a good night before she began running to catch up to draken.

“you like him, huh?” draken chided with a raised brow as he heard the footsteps behind him, his tone nonchalant yet amused. as protective as he was of her, her crush was his best friend. if there was any boy that he would approve for her, it would be him.

and, for the rest of the night, he teased her until she was a flustered mess about her little crush after they left the shrine.

© 2025 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐔, all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, steal or translate my works onto other social media platforms.

[xxtheophilusxx]

Laughter Among Friends

Summary: A light-hearted day with the Tokyo Manji Gang turns playful as the group engages in some unexpected fun. Bonds are strengthened, and camaraderie is at the forefront, showcasing the deep connections among the characters. Laughter and teasing fill the air, highlighting the warmth and closeness that define their relationships.

Warning: Tickling Word count: 1.3k

The evening sun cast a golden hue over the familiar streets of Shibuya, the light filtering through the buildings and painting the surroundings in a warm, almost nostalgic glow. The members of the Tokyo Manji Gang were winding down after another day of training, the atmosphere relaxed as they gathered in a park near their usual hangout spot.

Takemichi, the de facto leader and time-traveling underdog, sat on a bench, wiping the sweat from his brow. His usually messy blonde hair was even more disheveled than usual, but there was a content smile on his face. It had been a tough day, but seeing his friends in high spirits made it all worthwhile.

Nearby, Mikey, the invincible leader of Toman, was sprawled out on the grass, using Draken’s lap as a pillow. His eyes were half-lidded, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he listened to the banter between the others.

Draken, ever the stoic but gentle giant, absentmindedly ran his fingers through Mikey’s hair, though he occasionally glanced over at the others with a knowing look in his eyes. He could tell something was brewing.

On the other side of the park, Chifuyu and Mitsuya were deep in conversation, the former animatedly talking about something that had happened during school, while Mitsuya listened with a calm, understanding expression. Nearby, Hakkai and Smiley were engaged in a playful shoving match, though it was clear neither was putting any real force into it.

The peaceful moment was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of Baji, who seemed to be in an unusually mischievous mood. With a grin that could only spell trouble, he sauntered over to where Takemichi was sitting and plopped down beside him.

“Yo, Takemitchy,” Baji began, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You look like you could use a little… cheering up.”

Takemichi raised an eyebrow, already wary of what Baji might be planning. “What are you talking about, Baji-kun? I’m fine.”

Baji’s grin only widened as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Oh, I think you’re in for a surprise.”

Before Takemichi could react, Baji’s hands shot out, fingers wiggling as they made contact with Takemichi’s sides. The effect was instantaneous—Takemichi let out a surprised yelp, his entire body jolting as the unexpected tickle attack caught him off guard.

“W-what the—Baji-kun!” Takemichi’s protests were cut off by a burst of laughter as Baji’s fingers continued their relentless assault on his sides, the older boy clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting.

“Kehehehe! S-stop it, Baji-kun! Th-this isn’t funny!” Takemichi’s giggles bubbled up uncontrollably, his attempts to squirm away from Baji proving futile as the older boy’s fingers found every sensitive spot.

“Oh, come on, Takemitchy! Don’t tell me you’re ticklish!” Baji teased, though the laughter in his voice indicated that he already knew the answer.

“B-Baji-kun! P-please!” Takemichi’s pleas were interspersed with uncontrollable giggles, his body twisting as he tried to escape the onslaught.

The commotion quickly drew the attention of the others, and soon, a small crowd had gathered around the scene. Mikey, now fully awake, was watching with an amused grin, while Draken shook his head with a fond sigh.

“What’s going on over there?” Mikey asked, though it was clear he was already enjoying the spectacle.

“Looks like Baji’s having some fun,” Mitsuya remarked, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched Takemichi’s futile attempts to escape.

Chifuyu, who had initially been concerned for his friend, quickly realized what was happening and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Takemitchy’s in trouble now!”

“Let’s help him out!” Smiley suggested, already making his way over to the pair with Hakkai in tow.

Takemichi’s eyes widened as he saw Smiley and Hakkai approaching, and he quickly shook his head, trying to convey a silent plea for mercy. “N-no, wait—guys, don’t—!”

But his words fell on deaf ears as Smiley and Hakkai joined in on the tickle attack, each taking a side as they joined forces with Baji. Takemichi was quickly overwhelmed, his laughter echoing through the park as the three boys showed no mercy.

“C-come on, guys! I-I can’t—breathe!” Takemichi managed to gasp out between fits of laughter, tears of mirth starting to form at the corners of his eyes.

Mikey, who had been watching the scene with increasing interest, suddenly sat up, a mischievous glint in his own eyes. “Draken, you think they need some help over there?”

Draken raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding where this was going, but he couldn’t help but smile. “Are you planning to join in?”

“Of course!” Mikey declared, hopping to his feet with the energy of a child about to cause trouble. Without waiting for a response, he made his way over to the group, Draken following behind with an amused shake of his head.

By the time Mikey and Draken arrived, Takemichi was practically in tears from the relentless tickling, his laughter completely uncontrollable. Baji, Smiley, and Hakkai were clearly having the time of their lives, each one trying to outdo the other in finding the most ticklish spots.

“Kehehe! N-no more! Hahaha! P-please, stop!” Takemichi pleaded, his voice breaking from the effort of laughing so hard.

Mikey, now fully in on the mischief, grinned down at Takemichi. “Sorry, Takemitchy, but you’re too much fun to mess with!” He then leaned in, wiggling his fingers near Takemichi’s ribs.

“Ahahaha! Mikey-kun, not you too!” Takemichi’s laughter reached a higher pitch as Mikey’s fingers found their mark, his whole body squirming helplessly.

Draken, ever the responsible one, decided to intervene just as Mikey was about to go for Takemichi’s most ticklish spot. “Alright, alright, that’s enough,” Draken finally said, his tone firm as he stepped forward to put an end to the tickle attack. “Give the poor guy a break.”

Reluctantly, the others backed off, each one still grinning from ear to ear as they watched Takemichi curl up on the ground, trying to catch his breath. His face was flushed, and tears of laughter were streaming down his cheeks, but there was a smile on his face nonetheless.

“Y-you guys are… the worst,” Takemichi managed to say between ragged breaths, though there was no real anger in his voice.

“Aw, come on, Takemitchy, you know you love us,” Baji teased, ruffling Takemichi’s hair as he plopped down beside him on the grass.

Mikey, now satisfied with his mischief, sat down on the other side of Takemichi and gave him a playful poke in the side, earning a half-hearted swat in response. “You did good, Takemitchy. You survived.”

Takemichi could only shake his head, though the smile on his face never wavered. Despite the unexpected tickle attack, there was a warmth in his chest that he couldn’t deny. Being surrounded by friends—no, by family—was something he had come to treasure more than anything.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the park, the group gradually settled down, the earlier chaos giving way to a peaceful silence. Takemichi found himself leaning back against the bench, a content sigh escaping his lips as he looked up at the sky.

“Hey, Takemitchy,” Mikey’s voice broke the silence, drawing Takemichi’s attention.

“Yeah?”

“You know we’ve got your back, right? No matter what happens.”

Takemichi’s heart swelled with emotion at Mikey’s words, and he nodded, unable to find the right words to express what he was feeling. But he didn’t need to—Mikey already knew.

“Thanks, Mikey,” Takemichi finally said, his voice soft but sincere.

Mikey simply smiled in response, his expression uncharacteristically gentle as he looked out at the horizon. “Anytime, Takemitchy. Anytime.”

And as the evening sun set behind the buildings, casting the city in a warm, golden glow, Takemichi knew that no matter what the future held, he would always have a place where he belonged—right here, with his friends.

[squib-fandoms]

Can someone help me please? I have two fanfics I really like that I can’t find. Both are Tokyo revengers fanfics LMAO

The first one was a Mitsuya x reader angst to comfort. Basically Mitsuya and the reader were arguing and needed time away from each other and then reader decided they needed to apologize, I’m pretty sure they ask around if anyone’s seen Mitsuya and if not then they just go looking for him and find him on the roof talking to his friend. The reader overhears Mitsuya call them clingy and venting about the situation, so reader leaves and misses the rest of the conversation. At the end of the school day Mitsuya confronts them and apologizes for the argument and the reader forgives him but is distant and Mitsuya notices. He notices that something is wrong and misses when reader was clingy. Mitsuya drops reader off at their house and goes to leave but he decides he can’t go another day with this tension and heads back to confront the reader, things end on a good note! It’s a one-shot and I believe there was a pink set up

I appreciate any information, thank you! <—(putting this here so it’s not blocked by the read more for minors to not see the content below)

This next one was a Rindou smut so minors don’t interact please!!

So it was Bonten! Rindou x college! Afab reader. Rindou and reader met in a cafe and then they kept meeting up after that, I’m pretty sure Rindou helped the reader study at the cafe, I’m also pretty sure he bought the reader stuff like new supplies and clothes, basically just reader sugar daddy. Eventually Rindou has a favor to ask the reader, he’s got this big meeting/party he has to go to and invites reader. The reader explains that they’re broke and don’t have any money for dresses, and Rindou tells them not to worry about it and buys them a dress. They end up going together and I can’t recall if they get bored and leave or if they go when the party is over. Anyways Rindou and reader start to do the spicy stuff and there’s a lot of rounds, I’m pretty sure a line goes something along the lines of “he’s made me release 3 times with just his fingers” it may have been more or less, I don’t remember the specifics. It was also a one shot, I’m pretty sure it had a theme but I don’t remember it well!