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▏MAGNETIC MOONLIGHT ▏M.SANO ▏

+. CWs—» omega!fem!reader, alpha!manjiro sano, abo au + mafia au, explicit smut, omegaverse terminology, fluff, light humour, mutual pinning,slow burn, marking, sensory deprivation, denning, nesting, mention of knotting & bonding, oral acts, lotus position, aftercare. word count— 7.2k

+. synopsis —» Manjiro loved his life, it was enriched with everything he cherished with his bullet proof heart but he didn't realise that he was starving until he tasted you.

+. notes —» this is commissioned by @wallflowerdowned THANK YOU SO MUCH. This has now become one of my favourite Manjiro fics. I hope you like it too <333. you can also read this in my ao3.

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Manjiro and Ryuguji entered the bar with utmost haste to save themselves from another perilous wave threatening to dash on them. It was not just a bad idea, it was something that could turn the tide against them. Emma was missing, which was not the problem. It has become normal since she got married to Draken. They were in a very happy marriage but sometimes their decisions clash. It is so rare to have their decisions coincide, and have them on board on a particular matter. Manjiro always thought why Emma even decided to marry Draken since all she did was bicker with him all day. But at the same time, he was happy; happy that Sano house will have a child in the house and he won’t be dragged into his dearest friend’s love quarrel.

As soon as Manjiro stepped into the bar, he began to shout, “Oi Emmaaa.” and that certainly ticked off Draken’s brimming patience.

“What the fuck you’re doing?”, Mikey’s slate eyes shot up to Draken, glinting with confusion. Baji had already walked into the dance floor by the time, skimming through the crowd basking in neon lights. He exhaled a deep sigh as soon as he noticed that his friends were not by his side. He took a few steps back finding them proudly blocking the entrance of the bar and bickering like kids. Baji remarked, “Mikey, no cop announces their presence.”, filling the blanks in Mikey's head that were starting to create wrinkles in his forehead. “Right”, he yapped. “Let’s scatter then”, Manjiro and Draken went south while Baji, Chifuyu, and Kazutora joined the dancing crowd. The popular pattern of good cop and bad cop.

Mikey and Draken, had to split since Draken was getting restless. He was not to blame, anyone would lose their composure if their Omega went missing, and that too during their pregnancy. Manjiro looked around and found nothing unusual. There were no signs of shady people in this bar which was odd since this was one of the most expensive bars under Tettas that could be labeled as a hub for budding mafia pupils. One wrong move and Kisaki will know that they were in his territory which might create more problems than he can think of right now.

Manjiro’s onyx eyes scanned the place thoroughly until he spotted a blonde girl resting her head over the bar counter, leaning against it, lifelessly. He let out a growl advancing in her direction. Baji cleared the crowd instantly as Manjiro’s growl reached his ear; even though he earned strong resistance from the guards. Chifuyu aligned all the bartenders and other staff on a side while Hanemiya was already making calls to the owner of this bar, Kisaki Tetta. Draken carefully took Emma in his arms and sat on the nearest settee. Manjiro was the most desired as well as popular alpha in town. With his first line of alphas accompanying him, no one dared to talk, not even look him in the eye.

ONE.TWO.THREE.

Swinging his arm in the air, with three overlapping snaps of his fingers, Manjiro gathered his whole pack of alphas around him. He sat on the stool where Emma was sitting a few minutes ago. Finally, the deafening silence was overpowered by his husky voice.

“So, who was it? Who roofied my sister’s drink?”

Baji ran his fingers over his forehead muttering, “you’re scaring them, Mikey”

“as if they haven't already pissed their pants !”, Manjiro scoffed. Whoever did this was already at death’s door because everyone in the town knew that harming Emma in any way was an act of declaration of war against the Sanos.

The Sanos were famous for their long lineage of alphas be it male or female descendants. Emma was the first female Omega in their family. Even though she was cherished by her family, some did not like her, some even took it far enough to talk behind her back for being accepted into the family. She was attacked once when she has just gone through her first heat cycle. Back then, Shinichiro was out of town for business and Mikey handled everything. He fired all the servants of the house and next week, hired some polished betas, even some with a particular set of skills and since then Emma has not faced any kind of fatal incidents.

Naturally, any whiff of danger would denote his oceanic calm. Now that Emma was with a child, he was mad in rage as there was more than one life in line. From time to time, he has experienced so many situations where his dearest ones were on the brink of death. But, it has also made him come across different types of alphas. Baji was one of his childhood friends. He met Draken when he saved him from being exploited during his first rut. Since then, a flawless alpha like Draken has been following Manjiro. The other stories were the talk of the town and he would roll on the floor when Izana had told him how fast information traveled and that too molded in so many shapes and forms. Some made his jaw drop while Izana teased him for that.

“Tetta is coming in thirty minutes.”, Kazutora declared as he stood beside Mikey. Both Baji and Kazutora were standing by his side, on either side, waiting for their alpha’s move.

“Draken, Talk to me. I can still smell the roofies.”, voice laced with venom, mind boiling in rage. Manjiro ran his left hand through his fluffy blonde strands as he checked his watch. Baji and Kautora had an idea about what he was going to do; they both clustered their hair in the back tying it in a high ponytail, simultaneously, like parallel lines. That is what people envied about him. Even though alphas were born rulers and leaders some were devoted to him. Manjiro was one of a kind. Being the head of the family as well as followed by a pack of alphas, he was untouchable and fearsome. And someone decided to roofie his sister’s drink. What an utter fool!

“Doctor. She needs to see a doctor.”, Draken was barely able to talk, he was holding Emma in his arms while she remained almost unconscious, senes too weak to respond.

“You all have fifteen minutes. It would save both the parties a lot of work if any of you kindly start to speak”, Manjiro roared making all the captivators drown in fear and amplifying the silence even more. His patience was starting to thin with each tick of the clock. He cleared his throat and spoke in a less domineering tone, “Let’s turn this question around, alright? Who served her the drink, fellas ?”. There were few exchanges of eye contact and Manjiro was just waiting for that. Bingo . He found his target.

Manjiro was about to drag his target out of the line but the door clanked declaring the appearance of Kisaki Tetta, followed by his right-hand man, Hanma Shuji. “Ahh! Tetta. My favorite human being.”, Manjiro left his seat to greet him. “Just in time.”, he chimed with a doleful smirk as he shook his hands with him. Manjiro has never been the one to affront the betas but he can’t promise anything, especially since his family was dragged into his life of violence.

Kisaki Tetta might not be an influential alpha but he was certainly hard to decipher, his thoughts, his connections, friends, and even his relationship with Hanma Shuji. He was swarming with joy since the most fearsome pack of alphas was at his bar. He has been eyeing this particular pack for a long time as he wants to extend his business with the sanos. He secretly thanked the heavens for whoever roofied Emma’s drink that blessed him with so many open routes to establish ties with the alphas of toman. He did not waste any further to place his offer and save himself from Manjiro’s wrath, not bothering about the remark he made to him.

“I came with good news, Mikey.”, Kisaki remarked looking at Emma and Draken. “Hanma will take them to the nearest hospital. And, I’ll close my bar for a week to scrutinize all my staff.” Draken swiftly took Emma in his arms again ready to follow Hanma Shuji, a reputed sigma to be aware of.

“But I need a name. You see, I need everyone to understand that I do not tolerate any kind of . . .”, Manjiro’s voice faded. He swallowed as he glanced at his beloved sister.

“Mike..eeyy…”, Manjiro’s ears were burning hot. He is the head of the Sano family. He is the alpha of alphas. He can’t show his emotions. He can not let the hunters know how much Emma meant to her otherwise people are bound to come at her. His slate eyes desperately clung to only one hope, a prayer, Emma please be safe . Emma had her eyes slightly parted now, she mumbled something which was not audible.

Draken spelled it out. “yn…she was here too”, that name did not seem to ring a bell to Manjiro. He is aware of Emma’s circle. Call it the possessiveness of an elder brother or his blooming youth that made him keep tabs on all the omegas and betas Emma was friends with but it earned him the ‘cherry chaser’ title as of lately. Sure, he would blink if an omega flirted with him but he never takes the initial step because some omegas are vile enough to ruin the whole family. Omegas are often hired by a rival gang to create disturbances in an alpha’s pack. He was not willing to take such risks. So, he remained steered clear of such habits, especially when Shinichiro is out of town.

Everyone was alert. With a room full of alphas they could not detect another presence of an omega. It seemed next to impossible. It was a puncture in their ballooned ego. Chifuyu was quick enough to check the bathrooms. “Baji-san, Toraaaa. She is here.”, he yelled since Manjiro was busy with the negotiations. Baji was nearing his pre-rut so he was avoiding everyone, even betas. “Awhh Baji don’t worry. I’ll tell you what kind of scent she has…”,Kazutora drawled in noticing Baji’s snarl. He was on the verge of getting a whack from Baji but fortunately, he was able to dodge it.

As Kazutora joked down to check her, he could smell that she had more roofies in her system than Emma, probably some aphrodisiacs too. “Mikeyyy”, he called for the alpha. “You need to see this.”, he supplied as Manjiro entered the bathroom. He crouched in front of yn to check her pulse.

As he held your wrist in between his fingers you tried to open your eyes but the drugs were tough. With your body being this weak, you could hardly manage to fight back if someone were to attack. Hence, prayer was the only option as your thoughts were dissolved in fear. With half-lidded eyes, you tried to conjecture: a blonde head with a dragon tattoo on his neck.

“Micheal…”, you murmured making the alpha purr under reflex. It was subtle but it was there. His eyes traveled back to where Kisaki, Chifuyu, and Kazutora were standing. The three of them exchanged looks before Manjiro declared. “She is breathing”

Kisaki was already one step ahead. He was calling Hanma to get a doctor for her need. No, it was not for yn’s safety, it was merely an act of kindness to please his new business partner. Mikey nodded very lightly and both the alphas standing near the door understood his cue. They had to leave the place along with Baji. The omega was at the peak of her heat cycle. Things would ly messy if she fell into wrong hands, now more than ever.

“I’ll call Hanma to send someone to take her to the hospital.”, Kisaki uttered before making the call.

“No. don’t.”, it was more of a command than a suggestion. It earned him the glare of other alphas that made him fill the holes in their head. “She can’t. She might be the one who roofied Emma’s drink.”, Kazutora and Kisaki were shocked at his behavior. He might be a fearsome figure but his heart was not made of ice. “ I’ll take her. ”

“But Mikey…”, Kisaki tried to assure him, that his connections were safe but Manjiro had already made up his mind.

“Kisaki. I’m done talking. I need to ask some questions to her regarding all these.”, he growled taking you in his arms. He lied.

Of course, I lied. I had to. Now, I did not know yn but I knew Emma’s type. She always had a knack to be friends with trouble-makers. Maybe that’s why she can handle all the Sano alphas in the house. I had to lie since I was not willing to leave an omega in her heat cycle at Tetta’s trusted & safe connections. I would not be surprised if he planned this all along. Baji had always warned me about him but I figured he could be of use to keep the dirty works of the town under his watch. All of these are so hard to manage. Emma needs a pep talk. She needs to know which bars, casinos, and clubs she should avoid if she ever decides to pull a stunt like that.

I was having bourbon and waiting for her to wake up. I need to know what kind of masking pill she used to keep her scent off us. If I had not checked her pulse, I would not know that she was in heat. What a day! First, my sister was nearly abducted and now I have an omega in my room, peacefully sleeping in my canopy bed. I wouldn't have carried her into my room but I was desperate for information. I needed to know how the fuck she knows my real name, Michael . If she was close to Emma, I would have known. I also needed another name to track back to the center point since very few people knew that Emma was pregnant. I’ll go bonkers if yn seemed to have any kind of stimulation in this.

But, I had to admit. She was strong, stronger than Emma. Emma might be an omega but growing up with alphas refined her senses. She acted almost like alpha and sometimes people misunderstood her type too. I did realize that I had finished six shots until my phone lit up with Ken-chin’s name.

“Is she alright?”, Manjiro’s heartbeats ceased for a while until he heard the familiar rhythm of heartbeats.

“See, she is perfectly fine. Our baby too.”, Draken could finally speak in a serene tone. Manjiro laid back his head on the headrest of the sofa exhaling deeply. “Also one more thing, Kisaki is clear. I asked Hanma about it. He has no idea.”

“Perfect.”, He saw a ray of hope, a hope not to be the so-called monster everyone has made me. He would hate it if you were to believe in such rumors. It will be harder to make you talk.

“I’ll take Emma home as soon as she regains consciousness” with that Draken ended the call.

Manjiro loosened his tie with a swish and discarded it on the floor. He was starting to feel a bit dizzy. When he noticed your weak body movements, he understood that the masking agent was starting to wear off from your body. But, with that contorted face, he knew you were having dreams, bad dreams to be accurate. He could have comforted you but that could make you hostile towards him. He did not want that, nope! He might have already crossed some boundaries by having you on his bed during your heat cycle but he can not just have you in his embrace and soothe the pain. Besides, with such a powerful masking agent he took the opportunity to see what happens if you were bestowed with the presence of such a flawless alpha like him. He was curious, hooked on your reactions.

“Emmaaa….”, Manjiro was perfectly still, eyes never leaving you, watching you like a hawk. “No, no nohh…don’t drink it…Emma”

She was wiggling so much that I wanted to wake her up but it would be hard for me not to take things further since her scent was bewitching. Maybe, that is why she used such a strong masking agent. She finally woke up as if she had seen a ghost. The first thing she did was look around steadily until her eyes were still on me. I don’t know how long it was, probably five seconds, without blinking. Damn!

Manjiro finally blinks as you meekly ask, “Where is my purse?”. He leaves his seat advancing towards you. You could feel your heartbeats in your ear, at the core of your throat until he stops mid-day saying, “you’re safe here.” His eyes trailed all over your body that made you aware of how afraid you looked to him.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”, Manjiro cocked his head at the sudden change of tone. He did not just save you to put up with this behavior. “I need it. I need it now. I think you know why.”, you manage to blurt out steadily tearing away your gaze from his, trying to fight off the pheromones he was emitting. How could he not be aware of that? What kind of alpha would not be able to keep their pheromones under control? Was he doing it on purpose?

You were so curled up in your shell, so afraid thinking about what he was going to do with you that it made him vexed enough about Kisaki’s ways to skim in this obsidian world of power and fame. He needed to fix this or rather deflect Tetta’s parasitic ways.

He tried to approach you but the way you recoiled at the corner of his bed closing your eyes and being afraid of him, made him pull away. He bit the inner side of his lower lip followed by a click of his tongue. “I’ll leave. Help yourself.”, Manjiro was already at the door when you opened your eyes. You averted to look him in the eyes. Those five seconds did a number on you. “But don’t try to run off. You’ll get eaten at this state.”, with that, he vanished from your sight instantly.

His disappearance made you aware of your surroundings. As you looked around, heartbeats were starting to regularize until the most important realization dawned on you as your eyes es fixated on the gigantic window. Luckily, for you it was open and you did not waste any further doing the obvious, did what he exactly told you not to do.

When you reached home, you realized you had lost your phone, your favorite purse, and some money. Hence, the first thing you did the next morning was to get a new number and a keypad phone. You were just about to call Emma but a sudden sight of a particular alpha ceased your movements. Manjiro was standing outside your office, leaning against his CB250T and going through his phone or maybe your phone. The frills of the curtains were still in your grasp as you watched him carefully. He was wearing jeans and a full-sleeved turtle neck. You drew in the curtains instantly as soon as his head angled up to you. Such sharp senses, as expected from an alpha like him!

The whole day he did not come to visit you in the office or called for you or send your belongings to you through the staff that pushed you more to the edge, thinking what could be the possible reason to wait outside in such hot weather all day? You remembered how you cocooned yourself in the bathroom yesterday as soon as he arrived with his pack of alphas. You tried to put all the puzzle pieces to get a proper picture but you still could not figure out why he took you to his home, let you sleep in his bed, and released pheromones voluntarily or involuntarily.

Manjiro was still standing there when you walked out of the office. He was just across the street looking at you while you stood frozen for a while. As he crossed the road, he handed you a bag that contained all your belongings, even your box of pills. You shrieked as his fingertips grazed yours. He was very warm.

“OMG! My purseeeeeee”, She squealed breaking my trance. Who the fuck gets happy over getting their purse back and not their iPhone? I did not realize that I laughed at her childishness until she glanced at me and started to walk away from me.

“Not even a thank you?”, I yelled gaining all the eyes in the street. She turned around walking back to me saying, “for what exactly?” I was willing to give up on the idea of interrogating her but with that attitude, I changed my mind. I tucked my hands inside my pocket and inclined towards her a bit saying that I need to ask some questions. I thought she would move or try to be a bit hostile but she just nodded.

We were sitting in a cafe waiting for our order. I had made up my mind already. I won’t talk unless she did first. Besides, her presence was comforting, her scent was soothing. She asked me what I wanna ask her and I’ve no idea why I dodged it. I told her that Emma will be out of the hospital next week and that she wanted to know how you were doing. Of course, she didn’t buy it but she didn’t laugh at my face for being such a douchebag. I mean I was keeping her with me after her work and wasting time with stupid questions painfully making it obvious that I enjoy her presence. She is bound to hate me. She finished her cold coffee taking her sweet time playing with it, making bubbles thinning my patience saying nothing in return. So, I did what I should not have done, I invited her to Emma’s baby shower which was nowhere in the picture. She stopped playing with her food saying, “I’ll talk to her. I don’t think I’ll be able to attend but I’ll try.”

My heart sank and I was too busy figuring out her why rather than mine. I wanted to drop her home but I’m sure she wouldn’t like that. I tried to keep her longer asking about the box of pills.

“Oh, that? Although I’m a doctor I work in a lab sometimes. ”, she answered without beating around the bush. Just my luck!!!

Ah! Now that makes sense , Manjiro pondered. This is the second time he was grinning wide, the first time was when you were playing with the drink. He does not seem to be aware of how handsome and approachable he looked when he smiled like that and it would be shooting an arrow in the dark if you were to tell him because he does not seem to match Emma’s description at all. She mentioned a raven-haired boy and a lot older than her, who did not have a dragon tattoo so naturally, you had a hard time putting all the puzzle pieces in place. And thanks to those who roofied your drink as well as Emma’s making everything hazy. You gave in to that thread of curiosity. You should not have, it snapped.

“Do you have an elder brother? Shinichiro. . .?”, Manjiro stopped eating his choco parfait. His obsidian eyes fell on you while his adam apple bobbed. Amidst the hustle-bustle, you could only feel his stares drilling into your soul. Manjiro clicked his tongue and left the cafe like a gust of wind. You did not realize you had held your breath until the sound of his bike faded.

A week passed and he was there again, outside your office. This time without his bike. He waved at you and exclaimed heartily, “Emma said you have a sweet tooth. So, I brought these”; it made you chuckle since if Emly had told him that you had a sweet tooth he would not have brought vanilla ice-cream cones. Still, you took it. His visits became frequent after that. Some days he would talk about his brothers: Shinichiro and Izana while sometimes about how he met the other alphas of his pack. He had so many stories. He never got tired of speaking but sometimes when you’d ask about him, his likes and dislikes he would dodge them all, every single time. There was this one time when you asked why he was visiting you, occasionally dropping by to give you gifts. He said,

“What if it was you whom they wanted to abduct? What if they still wanna harm you? What if they’re keeping tabs on your research?”, I tried to come up with every possible case just to get her reactions. y/n was very inert to my ways. I kept visiting and she did not bother to drag petty reasons like love. I liked that. I liked when she would snort in laughter every time I told about the rumors floating around about me. Thanks to Izana for filling me in on that part. I told Shinichiro about yn. He said that it was better to keep her under supervision given the fact that she was a doctor.

Sometimes, Baji would yell at me for visiting her almost every day and not going to nightclubs anymore. Draken was busy taking care of Emma, but he still managed to get on my nerves. So, did my other alphas. It was getting so hard to sneak out under their nose but I enjoyed it. I liked chasing her too. The baby shower was around the corner and hence I had to call Shin and Izana to come home days before the ceremony otherwise Emma is gonna kick me out of the house. So, I had to stop visiting her, for a while but I did not waste the time but rather put it to good use, which is gathering intel about her friendship with y/n. I managed to gather very little but at least I won’t end up buying vanilla ice-creams this time. Guess, that's not her taste.

I have never asked about her relationships or which pack she belongs to or has any alpha already claimed her. I wanted to know but I never said anything about myself so I figured I shouldn’t ask her about such personal things. There were times when I tried asking about her relationship with Emma. She mentioned that y/n was sent abroad for studies at a very young age and it was a miracle that Emma met her at the bar. Come to think of it, we met under very bad circumstances and I went to great lengths to clean all the drug routes. Mitsyua and Pah-chin handle most of it. I just had one condition, ‘no circulation of roofies on the plain bar, restaurants. Sex clubs are on the table only if it is consensual.’ I was impressed how Kisaki managed to pull this off steadily and there were fewer raids in all our bars, and casinos. So, I could not give a fuck who the snitch was. Besides, the baby shower was just tomorrow which was more important.

I was lying on the bed keeping my elbow as support. Emma was folding the dresses that I bought for the baby. I had zero ideas about such things so obviously, I dragged yn along with me. Emma did not know about this and I don’t intend on telling her since she was envious enough about how fast I became friends with her and still maintained it. I have a record of scaring girls away in the worst possible way. Emma lost some friends because of that but they were irritating. I doubt Emma would have them in the long run.

“So, she is coming right?”

“Well, you invited her. Go ask her.”,

“Tell me, is she coming on that day?”, still no answer. I poked her two times while Ken-chin mouthed, ‘stop it.’

“Nah ! tell me, Emma, Stop being a pus-ahhh…AHH…sorry sorry…”, Emma was stronger during this time. She pulled my ears, turning them beet-red, unlike other times. Draken was laughing. He always enjoyed whenever I got yelled at, especially by Emma. “I’ll ask her by myself…a.h..Ahh…Ahh”

“Hello”, you mewled. Both the sanos stopped bickering, Manjiro’s onyx eyes dilated in surprise as they fell on you. Emma wasted no time in greeting you, taking the bag from your hand. “The guy on the outside said you all will be in this room so. . .”

“Shin is here already. Fuck, why the hell he never tells me when he is coming?”, Manjiro leaped from the bed and faded into the long corridor.

“You’re just right on time yn. I’ve got a lot to talk about.”, Emma was looking breathtakingly beautiful. The last time, when you saw her she was already three months pregnant. Draken left greeting you with a smile. You noticed the folded baby clothes and were about to ask how she likes them but she started to talk about which one she would try on the baby first. You deduced that Manjiro kept mum about the shopping.

Dinner was served in the room. There was no sign of Manjiro and Draken, perhaps they were busy managing the house or were with Izana and Shinichiro. Manjiro’s pack of alphas will come tomorrow, just before the ceremony. It is indeed odd as well as surprising how a few months back you met all of them, and tomorrow you’ll be meeting them again, in a sane and stable state.

Emma guided you to a different room, where you would be staying. She would have spent the night with you, she wanted to but you insisted her to be in her alpha’s presence. You noticed a canopy bed that almost seemed new. Emma might have arranged it for you. “Oh, godddd! The bed is so beautiful, I love it so much Emma.”, you squealed in excitement ready to kick off those slippers and jump in the bed but then you asked if you could do that since that bed might be for her and Draken. She would not mind your scent but her husband might be offended about it.

Emma chuckled seeing your excitement and appreciated your sentiment. She was about to say something but then a husky voice turned up, “It’s newly made, mine. You can use it if you want yn” You blinked at Manjiro, He was leaning against the door, licking a spoon, occasionally dipping it in an ice cream tub. His eyes were switching from you and them to the ice cream tub. Whenever he dipped the spoon there was so much hollowed sound suggesting that it was empty. He just needed an excuse to talk, to tell you that he made that bed specifically for you. Last time, he did a blunder for having you in his bed like that.

“Well, good night then. See you tomorrow.”, Manjiro drawls in leaving before you could say anything. Emma smiled exclaiming with a chime, “Ummm. . .When did this happen?” You palmed your face sinking onto the bed with a thud, Emma might have failed to notice but you did; both the top of his ears was bright red.

Manjiro could not sleep a blink. Every time he closed his eyes either it was your voice, the memory of your scent, or just your angelic face. He could not just believe that you would take the offer and stay overnight just before the ceremony, which means,

She’ll be attending the baby shower. She will be there all day and I would watch her, spend more time with her. I knew I would not get any sleep if I kept thinking about my feeling for her. I was getting hungry so I decided to head downstairs. I was about to go straight back to my room but decided to take a detour. She was sleeping peacefully, tucked under covers. The moonlight fell on her body, a little bit on her face. She looked like a pearl. Omegas indeed tended to glow during their heat cycle and her beauty would prove it wrong. She always looked beautiful. I lightly grazed her cheeks with the back of my fingers. She purred tossing and turning to the other side. I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned to see her face one more time before going back to my room.

“I love you.”, Manjiro mumbled kissing yn’s forehead and leaving immediately. The morning was filled with preparations. Draken was a little relaxed to have a doctor in the house. He was with his friends. Manjiro was nowhere to be seen. You wanted to talk to him, to tell him that you’d have to leave next week since you got a job transfer. After all, you owed him your life. Everyone was there, even Shinichiro and Izana but you could not spot him anywhere. Losing all hope to have a last talk with him you had to ask Emma about him. She said that he went to visit Kisaki and Hanma to invite them, on Izana’s suggestion. It was a last-minute change and it had to be done as a social courtesy to have them on the cordial side. Emma mentioned that he was probably getting ready in his room and you need not told to be twice what to do next.

Manjiro was getting ready for the occasion when you appeared in his room. The mirror was adjacent to the door of the room and opposite his bed and hence, when you stepped into his room in a rush to have just a glimpse of him, you almost tumbled when Manjiro muttered, “Hey there!”

“Did Emma send you to get me? I told her I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Tsk, Izana, and Shin are already there to attain the guests and my pack is too. . .”

“I came by myself.”, Manjiro stopped fidgeting with his tie. “May I ?”, you asked pointing towards his tie. It was better than looking him in the eye when you tell him about your job transfer and it would help you to focus on the talk rather than his dashing handsome aura.

“Yeah sure.”, Manjiro responded with a blink. You walked up to him taking his tie in your hand as you started to talk, “I should have said this earlier, I’m moving out…”

“Moving? Where?”, Manjiro pushed the door after pressing the lock of the door knob. You jolted at the thud yet continued, “I don’t know that yet. I’ve got only two weeks” The tie left your hand with a swish and wrapped around your waist making you cling to his body. “Yes, you should have told me about this earlier yn. I had plans ya'know ”, he murmured while his pitch black eyes stilled on your lips. You held the lapel of his suit staring at his eyes that shone like a starry night sky.

Manjiro pressed his nose against your cheeks, exhaled deeply, and slowly traced down to your neckline imbibing your scent. You did not resist. His embrace was comforting, harmless that did not reek any of the fearsome stories you had heard about him. You curled your hands around his nape whispering into his ear, “I love you too”. You could hear him gruff before he pulled away from you exclaiming with that majestic smile of his, “hmmm, any more bombs in your store to drop?” Your lips tugged up in an upward crescent as you nodded suggesting that you had none. “Perfect”, he uttered letting out a purr as he kissed your cheeks. “Manjiro. . . we’ve to go”, you murmured while his hands roamed all over your back, and waist till it ended with a squeeze of your ass making you arch into him.

“Yeah! we always have bad timing.”, was all he could state before his teeth dug into your neck. He was strong that you knew since the moment you laid eyes on him but had no idea that he would be this gentle. You have thought about it; more than once, about how rough he could be in bed, during his rut. You moaned into his ears as his hands slipped under your white floral gown. He quickly bunched up the frills pull them off you and tossed them somewhere in the room. His eyes scanned your body that was barely clad with bra and panty.

He sucked in a strong breath saying, “That’s why we need to make this quick.”, one of his hands was already holding yours above your head while the other was clamped around your waist. His lips traced all over your chest, occasionally nipping. You were squirming so much that he let go of your hands and you instantly clung to him. His fingers slipped into your panty rubbing your feminity. “You are starting to get wet. Are you on your magic pills?”, he asked pushing two of his fingers inside you with ease. It didn’t hurt you but you desperately grasped his sleeves as he started to move his fingers slowly which acted as a hindrance to your response.

“Stop, manjiro”, you huffed as he pulled away from you giving you space. “I … I can’t stand anymore. Take me to the bed.”, your breathing was so rash that it made him worry. Was he too forward in his advances? But then, a concerning issue dawned on him. The way your body reacted to him, his pheromones, you were probably still a virgin. Just to think that he would be your first made his cock twitch.

He swiftly took you in his arms, his hands under your inner thigh as your legs wrapped around his torso, your fingers skimming through his blonde strands of hair as your lips dashed on his. He chuckled at your hunger for him, breaking the kiss he threw you on his bed. You gulped as he started to discard his clothes one by one until he was naked, cock hard, and aroused. He did not feel embarrassed while your eyes roamed everywhere but not on him. You were not naked yet. The mere thought of being naked, being seen by him made you dizzy but at the same time, you couldn't wait for him to touch you, mark every inch of your body.

Manjiro towered over your body saying, “You should have told me”, his arms slipped underneath your valley of waist gripping firmly. “that you're a virgin. I don't know what academics you were taught but virgins smell different…”, you were already in his lap now, legs curled around his waist while his cock was grazing your pussy. Your cheeks swelled, and lips formed upper meniscus as you cleared your throat asking, “would that be a problem…in knotting me?”

Manjiro couldn't believe what he just heard. His ears were burning in warmth. He blinked: ONCE. TWICE. and then let out a loud trail of laughter. He thought just how much of a rush you were in that you wished to be knotted by him for the first time. But it would certainly hurt you if he didn't with how needy you’re now; at the same time, he can’t since he knew your virgin body wouldn’t be able to withstand it.

“No… yeah…maybe….”, you laughed at his confused tone. “I don't wanna sound rude but you can't take me right now.”

“I’m not on magic pills, Manjiro.”, you played with your fingertips as he flinched at your confession. It makes him swell with pride that you stopped taking those pills.

Manjiro pulled your panty aside and slid his cock inside you, slowly adjusting it up to the girth. His eyes watched you wince and gasp as he sheathed himself in you. You unclipped your bra and finally, you could look him in the eye being bare at his display. His fingers wrapped around your waistlines, gripping firmly, before making you thrust on him. Soft moans filled the room along with the squelching; squeaking of the bed.

Manjiro started to notice the increasing pressure of your nails on his back making crescent marks. He was right, you were hurting. “Hey, hey look at me”, he murmured sucking your nipples harshly so that your eyes fly back to him. “I don’t want …mmgh…rush our bonding…”, you gripped his biceps trying to move away from him, it was starting to make you weak. He was not kidding when he said that you wouldn’t be able to take him.

Your nipples were now blemished and wet. The strong breeze lit goosebumps on your skin like wildfires. “Mark me.”, Manjiro rasped quickening the pace as he felt your gummy walls clenching him.

“Whattt?”, you asked watching him with wide eyes. It is generally a symbol of ownership when an alpha marks their partners. You could not imagine exchanging marks. Manjiro’s hand slipped on your ass making you bob on him faster with broad and hefty strokes. “Please…”, he mewled.

You traced your fingers on his dragon tattoo while gasping vigorously chasing your high, your breasts rubbing his chest making your head all mushy to think straight. His lips once again clamped on your neckline while yours were on the crook of his neck. Both of you bit each other till you tasted blood. When you pulled away his peachy lips were soaked in crimson lust. You wanted to kiss him but he managed to swiftly roll you having you underneath him and pressing his lips in yours. He continued kissing while slowly gliding his cock in you, his hips bucked, thighs shuddered as your palms wrapped around his nape sucking his lips clean.

“Ah-fuck”, he growled arching as he finished inside you quickly pulling out and rolling beside you. Both of you glistened with sweat, panting and huffing, sprawling out like starfish. “Are you okay?”, he asked cupping your cheeks. You snuggled into his touch nodding, breathing still irregular. “ Do you think you can go to the party?” You looked at him trying to figure out if that was a tease or not but when you noticed his puffy pink lips you smiled saying, “Why ? are you tired only by this?” Manjiro liked his lips, rolling his tongue inside his mouth thinking about how many ways he could prove you wrong but he has a baby shower to attend.

Manjiro couldn't stop staring at you during the whole ceremony. Every time you looked at him, he was already looking at you and did not even bother to look away. Why would he? You knew he was in love with you. He didn't have to hide it from you anymore. Beside his dragon tattoo, there was another mark: your bitemark. It gleamed against the full moon night, he belonged to you now.

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kinkandkreep · 23 days

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Smutty (Potentially Yandere-y 🙃) Doramai Blurb

Continuation

Call it cliché, but I kinda adore the idea of late college aged Doramai where Draken is a notably tatted, stoner-loner-loser who you would think gets laid all the time given his appearance and behavior, but who's actually a virgin.

Pan over to Mikey, who's like the most popular guy on campus with a bit of a not-so-secret cruel streak, and who seems to exclusively sleep with guys like Ken before ghosting them and potentially even tormenting them, though he's more subtle about it than say your typical high school bully.

Anyway, Mikey sets his eyes on Draken, and after a considerable amount of hounding and not so subtle seduction, they hook up.

Now, Mikey’s not initially expecting much from the beanpole, mostly a good laugh and maybe an orgasm, if he's lucky.

What he's not at all expecting is for Draken to absolutely fuck him silly and practically make him his personal bitch. 😃

Not to mention the freak is Hung™️.

Fast forward, we find out that this iteration of Ken was still raised in the brothel, and so while before Mikey he'd never had actual sex, he'd still acquired plenty of knowledge about what it took to make someone feel good.

(And because I'm weak for it, let's look at this from an ABO angle. Mikey’s an Omega with a cherry and honeysuckle scent, and Ken’s an Alpha that smells like leather and patchouli. Side note, I loooove patchouli.)

Cue the little Omega becoming obssessed with his newfound Alpha, proceeding to stalk him and abandoning all his other conquests to focus his attention solely on the man who now owns his heart. ❤️

This could get super dark (I'm thinkin' it takes a yandere turn, with pheremone manipulation and forced bonding, amongst other things 🫣) but lemme know what y'all thank. 🤔

#doramai #drakey #mikey x draken #draken x mikey #tokyo revengers smut #draken smut #yandere #abo dynamics

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belboed · 1 year

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festive turts be upon ye

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt fanart #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fuck it we ball #donnie rottmnt #leo rottmnt #raph rottmnt #mikey rottmnt #christmas #i’m shaking these turtles around in a small glass jar #i haven’t fully shaded or rendered anything in months so this was a lot of fun #rendering is my favourite part of digital art (i’m insane)#we don’t talk about me forgetting that raph has a shell and by the time i realized i was already shading it so i went ‘no’ we don’t talk abo #digital art #the sillies #image desc in alt text

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girlmikeyway · 1 year

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vampire mikey bloody revenge really did fundamentally alter my brain I haven't been the same on here since. farewell brain-to-post filter it was nice knowing you

#would not have made the abo post yesterday if id still been as cautious as i was before #mcr #mikey way #text #ash speaks

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emjiroki · 1 year

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I have so many drafts 🫠

#i need to purge soon #SO MANY ENJI DRAFTS OMG #and a shoto x reader x katsuki abo thing i was working on #and mikey...lots of mikey #em talks 👄

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asirensrage · 3 months

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Unrepentant

Title: Unrepentant Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: Explicit Pairing: Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Fem!Reader, Bonten x Fem!Reader Word count: 3599 Warnings: Dark!fic. Dub-con. Wearing a collar and leash as punishment. Talk of ownership. Edging. Coercion. Public Sex. Swearing. Drug Use. Threats. Choking. Orgasm Denial. References to drug addiction. Unbeta'd. *warnings are not exhaustive*

Notes: I had the urge to write something while listening to Poison from Hazbin Hotel on repeat. This is the result. It is a dark fic. Consider yourself warned. Reader is not described in looks or size. Please let me know what you think. (It's one of the many fics/oneshots I have planned or started for TR lol.) Enjoy!

HEED THE WARNINGS

How did it come to this?

You’re kneeling at his feet, eyes on the ground as the bass of music in the club thumps in time with the headache in the back of your skull. It’s punishment.

Not the headache. That’s the ache that comes with withdrawal, the same way your fingers twitch as you try to hold them in place. But the position you’re in. The collar tight around your neck that’s attached to a chain he holds. The tension is loose as if it’s not there, but you know if you even shift out of your position, you’ll feel it.

Feet come to pause in front of you, clad in expensive shoes. You don’t move, don’t look to confirm your suspicion about who it is.

“Look at you,” he coos. You can hear him clearly over the music, but it’s only when he bends down and tilts your head up to look at him, that you know you’re right. “You look like a fragile thing like this, doll. What’d you do to earn this?”

He knows. They all know. It’s just another test. Ran grins at you as you drop your eyes, knowing you can’t respond right now without permission.

“Answer.” The man holding your chain demands, yanking it slightly in warning.

You don’t flinch, don’t make a sound at the way it jars you. “I made a mistake,” you say, just loud enough that they both can hear you.

Ran laughs at that. “Yeah, baby? A mistake?”

It was more than that. The reason Mikey collared you and kept you chained tonight at his feet was a lesson in humiliation and obedience. In a fit of sobriety, you had attempted to escape. You didn’t get far.

“That what you’re calling it?”

You look up at Ran. He looks as handsome as ever, but you know the truth of what’s behind his good looks. You know how much blood is on their hands. You nod and drop your eyes again.

His hand grips your jaw tightly, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him. “Such a pretty thing, baby. Open your mouth.”

Fear sparks up your spine. You’re in public, even if it’s the VIP area of the club. There are others around. The hesitation makes Ran dig his fingers in tighter, pressing your cheeks against your teeth as he forces you to open your mouth. He leans in and lets a lob of spit fall from his mouth into yours. You swallow, taking the revulsion with it. He smirks, letting go of your jaw before he pats your cheek. He looks up to Mikey who has the chain you’re attached to wrapped around one of his hands. “Let me know when you’re done with her. She can keep the chain.”

The worst part is that you can only blame yourself. This was a choice you made. Even if you didn’t know it would turn out this way.

⛓️

It had been chance that led you to them. A bad day, week, year…it had all added up to the moment when you found yourself stumbling into a firm chest. You had dropped the paperwork you had been holding and could only watch helplessly as it fell into the rain. You were crying before you realized it, the dam of stress finally breaking. You kneel on the wet ground, tears falling and mixing with the rain that had started to soak into your skin.

He could have left you. He should have left you, but the stranger you ran into paused and bent down, helping you pick up the papers. He made some ill-timed joke about it not being that bad, and before you knew it, you were telling him about how this was going to get you fired. The admission that you were struggling to provide for your family. A younger sibling, a mother in the hospital…you were their last leg of survival. And it was ruined.

Until he offered to help.

You should have run in the other direction and never looked back.

⛓️

You hear his laugh first.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” Sanzu says, leaning against the chair behind you. You can practically feel the heat of his body against your back. It’s not surprising. The outfit you’re in can barely be called a dress. “Shit, Mikey…you like her like this? You look like you belong there, sweetheart,” Sanzu says. You ignore the jeering. He likes to get a reaction.

“Maybe we should keep her like this all the time.” A foot nudges the side of your leg. Rindou. It wasn’t often the two of them were together, but it was a dangerous combination. Like the Haitani brothers together and in a competitive mood.

You try to ignore them, but then Rindou moves in front of you. He doesn’t bend down, but he slips his foot between your legs. You watch as he steps a bit closer before pressing the top of his foot up against you. You tremble, trying not to react as he purposefully tries to make you break, to make you beg, to do anything that counts as breaking Mikey’s rules tonight. You try to focus on your breathing instead of how he rubs his foot against you and how the laces on his shoes cause nearly enough friction on your clit through the lace of the underwear you wear.

It’s torture trying to keep yourself from grinding down on it, seeking a release you know they can give you if they’re feeling generous.

Finally, he pulls back and you let out a shuddered breath.

“You must really be sorry,” Rindou says.

A hand digs into your hair, pulling your head back until you’re looking up at Sanzu who’s staring down at you, cerulean eyes narrow in their glare.

“Are you?” he demands.

You nod quickly, tears prickling in your eyes at the pain of your hair being pulled with the motion. “It was a stupid mistake. I’ll be good!”

He drags a drag of whatever he’s smoking and leans down, blowing it in your face. The familiar scent of marijuana engulfs you and you breathe in quickly, chasing the tease of a high. Anything for an escape. “You better fucking hope so,” he says.

⛓️

Kakucho offers you two things when you finally get out of the rain. He’ll smooth over the issues at your job, follow you and explain that the destroyed paperwork was his fault…or he’ll get you a job. One that will compensate you far better than anything you’ll do in an office that doesn’t appreciate you. He can help you protect your family, to give them a better life and better healthcare for your mother.

You’re not stupid. You question his motives first.

He shrugs. “Maybe I just can’t stand to see a pretty girl cry.” There’s something in his eyes that warns you, but you ignore it...and ask what the job entails.

⛓️

Mochi doesn’t kneel in front of you.

He doesn’t do anything like trying to edge you or blow smoke in your face. Instead, he rests his hand on the top of your head as he speaks to Mikey. He stands in front of you, but in a way that feels more like he’s blocking you from the others. A small kindness.

Until he bends down and gently tilts your head up to look at him. He looks at Mikey before offering you a sip of his drink. You agree instantly, letting him tilt it to your lips. “You look good like this, princess. But I prefer you unchained. Hope you learn this lesson. You try it again and one of us just might have to break something.” The drink spills over your lips, making you cough as you choke on the sudden increase of liquid. You bend forward before you can stop yourself, coughing harder. The collar tightens as the chain doesn’t give any further leeway.

You hear someone laugh in the distance. You think it might be Sanzu but you ignore it, well aware of the pleasure they’re taking in your penance. Mikey had given you a choice when you were dragged back in front of him. Your life or your family’s. It was the same one that got you into this situation in the first place. Only this time, if you chose to leave them in the manner they picked, they’d go to your family and drag them deeper into the depths you were submerged in. Your mother was recovering. Your younger sibling has a future ahead of them. You couldn’t bury them in your regrets and bad decisions. You made the same choice you did last time. The same one you’ll make every time.

You go back to your kneeling position once you can breathe again.

⛓️

The job that Kakucho promises is a simple office job. One where you keep your head down and don’t ask questions. It lasts two weeks. Two weeks of learning the systems, of ignoring the small things you start learning about who you’re working for. Two weeks of dealing with the confused looks other people send you, of the way Kakucho appears occasionally to walk you out. Until he kisses you.

He doesn’t apologize when you reel back in surprise. His mismatched eyes watch you, hand grabbing your wrist before you get too far. It’s just a kiss, he tells you. Don’t forget why you’re here.

A reminder that you owe him. You nod and he lets you go, but the next day, a strange man is waiting at your desk. One of the other executives, you quickly learn.

⛓️

The pain in your head is growing.

You want silence or at least something stronger than a puff of smoke shotgunned into your mouth. You never used to do drugs. Funny how fast that all changed. Now you’ll take anything to forget.

Your legs have gone numb under you and you’ll be lucky if you can walk when he finally decides to take you home. There’s no other place for you. You lost your own apartment ages ago and while all the men have used you, Mikey holds you as tight as he does now, whether or not there’s a physical chain that links you. You owe him your life now. He was gracious not to kill you when you ran from them. This is a small price compared to what you could have owed.

“You gonna let her up?”

Takeomi. You don’t see him, but you hear him. If Mikey says anything in response, it blends too well into the background.

“Least he chose you a good outfit. Look up at me, darling.” They each have their pet names for you when they’re being kind…or wanting to mock you and your fate.

You wait for the tug signalling permission before you look up at Mikey’s advisor. He’s smoking a cigarette and standing there, looking down at you. He’s older, a scar on his face like some of the others. Different and yet so similar that it makes you think of Kakucho who’s either not attending or has been ordered away from you.

“You’re fucked up, aren’t you?” he asks. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth before turning to offer it to you. It’s not as strong as you want, but the nicotine might be enough to help ease some of the headache you’re feeling. He lets you inhale twice before he takes it back. An indirect kiss that’s tame compared to some of the other stuff you’ve done together.

“Thank you,” you say, knowing it’s required.

He smirks at you, taking another drag before he turns to Mikey. “You should keep the collar.”

“I know a place,” a new voice interrupts. Koko leans down as he steps up next to you. “We could get one of the ones that she can’t take off. With our symbol carved into it.” He looks at you carefully before lifting your head to look at him. “Thought you’d be crying.” He lets out a small sigh as if he’s disappointed. “You’re prettier when you’re crying.”

You look away, unsure of how to respond to that. Koko likes to spoil you, but he also likes to see you overstimulated and begging for him to stop. Every gift comes with a price and you pay the most with Koko’s.

“You should have come to me,” Koko says softly. “Would have fucked that mistake out of your head.” He uses your term, informing you that they’re talking about you. It’s nothing new. You’ve been with them all, separately and together. They’ve all seen you breaking apart around them and each other. It’s only everyone else that doesn’t get a taste of you.

⛓️

The first time you meet Mikey, you’re outside a club you never wanted to go to. It was some party for the employees and the entire floor had been invited. It had been made clear to you, not only by Kakucho but Ran and the others as well, that your attendance was mandatory.

You’re in the middle of eating one of the snacks you picked up at the convenience store on the way here, leaning against the wall of the club. There’s no line tonight and you’re in no rush to go in. You’d rather not drink on an empty stomach.

It’s not long before you realize someone’s watching you.

You turn to look, but when you finally catch them, it becomes a little more apparent that they’re not staring at you, but at the food in your hand.

“Want one?” you ask. He looks thin, his outfit too large on him. You’re not particularly charitable, but you’d rather get rid of the food and garbage before walking into a club. You offer the bag to him.

He stares at you, finally meeting your eyes, for a long moment. “Why?”

You shrug. “I’m full…and I don’t want to carry it. You can throw it out if you want, but it’s still sealed. I just bought it down the street.”

He takes the bag, pulling the pancake treat out and staring at the package. He looks back at you. “You here?” he asks, nodding towards the club. When you nod, he leaves and you watch incredulously as he walks in with the plastic bag in one hand. The bouncers don’t even ID him.

⛓️

Mikey pulls at your collar until you’re stumbling in front of him, leaning into his legs as you try to ease the pressure. He shifts his position before pulling and you’re left struggling as climb up into his lap at his silent demand.

You straddle his thighs, waiting until he directs you. You’re not usually this calm, this submissive, but the threat of your family’s lives hangs over your head. Regret for your own choices sits heavy in your gut. It’s your own fault.

“Look at me.”

You lift your eyes to meet Mikey’s. His gaze is dark, but it’s not empty like it used to be. Not like when you met. He stares at you for a long moment before his hand slips between your legs. Your breath hitches as his fingers shove your underwear to the side, pressing in. He doesn’t look away from you as he swipes up before pulling his fingers out. They shine slightly, slick with the wetness that gathered from Rindou’s foot and the way the men have come to tease you, to try to make you react to them to exacerbate your punishment.

He holds them up between you before moving them to your mouth. You open instantly, letting Mikey press his fingers down on your tongue. You close your lips around them, sucking softly and trying to clean yourself off of him.

“Trying hard to earn my forgiveness, aren’t you?” he says.

You nod, moving your tongue over his fingers until he shoves them further down your throat until you choke. Tears build up in your eyes instantly. He keeps them there as you struggle to breathe before he pulls them out.

You gasp for air, tears falling down your cheeks. A sharp smack against your ass makes you take a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from crying.

“You want my forgiveness. Earn it.”

⛓️

Your back is to his chest as you face the room. The music thumps in along with your heartbeat. You’re not sure where one stops and the other begins at this point. Smoke hangs in the air, a hazy mix of tobacco, marijuana and fog from the machines. It’s not enough.

You rock your hips, trying to build the pleasure for both of you. Mikey is hard inside you, stretching you deliciously, one hand looped around the chain attached to your collar while the other rests on the side of the couch he sits on. You’re doing all the work, trying your best to get him off, to ignore the eyes of the Executives on you. You’ve seen some of them palming themselves already, trying to ease the tension building from the sight of you fucking their leader.

You’d be more embarrassed if you weren’t so focused on this. It's not the first time they’ve watched you, but you’re usually somewhere more private. Not in the VIP section of a club, a open balcony where anyone could see you if they actually wanted to. The crowd would be able to hear you whining, desperate and needy, if it wasn’t for the music. You’re surprised but you don’t question the choice. None of them like sharing you and the last time someone else other than any of them walked in on you taking care of one of them, they ended up dead.

“Mikey–” you groan, grinding your hips back into his. “Mikey, please,” you beg. You’re not allowed to cum until he lets you.

The chain pulls suddenly, yanking your head back until you’re arching your back and your face is next to his. It hurts but you don’t dare complain. Not when you’ve managed to avoid it so far.

“You ordering me?” he asks. “You think you deserve to cum?”

“I’m sorry!” you cry out, hands reaching to the collar, trying to ease some of the pressure. You deviate before you touch it, hearing one of the other men groan in disappointment that you’re still coherent enough to not get yourself into more trouble. Instead, you cup your breasts over the slip of a dress you wear. “‘m sorry…” you whine, trying to move your hips, to chase the high that’s building.

“Look at them.”

Your eyes try to find the other men watching the two of you but the angle you’re currently forced into makes it difficult.

“The only reason you’re not being fucked by them is because of me. Because I haven’t given them permission.” He thrusts his hips up, making you cry out in surprise at the sudden change. “I own you. You gave your life to me and here you are, fucking yourself on me, begging me for a release you don’t fucking deserve. You want to cum? Fucking beg for my forgiveness.”

“I’m sorry!” You say quickly, tears burning in your eyes from the pain of the position you’re in. “Mikey, I’m sorry! I’ll never run again! I swear! I’ll be good! Please, Mikey! I was wrong! I’m yours!”

“Hmm..” he doesn’t say anything else, but the pressure on your throat finally eases and you’re able to lean forward, breathing like normal again. You put your hands on his knees before going back to moving your hips, to using him to fuck yourself on at his orders.

It doesn’t take long before he tires of your pace. His hand is on your throat, his other arm wraps around your waist as he thrusts up into you. He pulls you down, slamming you onto him. There’s nothing you can do but hold on, begging for a release he’s continued to refuse you.

He breaks, pulling you down onto him, cock twitching as he cums inside. You moan at the feeling but it’s still not enough, not to get you off. You’re left on the cusp of your orgasm, feeling needy and desperate in a way that you’ve long gotten over hating yourself for.

“Mikey, please..” you beg quietly.

He pulls you back, hand stroking softly against your hip as he presses his lips against the spot behind your ear. “You ever try to leave again, I’ll gift you to my men. All of them.” The threat freezes in your chest. It was one thing to be shared amongst the top men of Bonten. It was a whole other to be given to the men who made up the layers of the organization. You wouldn’t survive it.

“I’ll be good,” you promise.

He kisses your neck again before holding up the chain that’s attached to the collar around your neck. “Ran.”

You turn, looking to see the eldest Haitani grin before getting up to fetch you. There’s a prominent bulge in his pants as he takes the leash from Mikey.

“Come on, baby. You gotta apologize to all of us,” he says with a smirk. “Think you can make it up to me too?”

“I expect her back when she’s done.”

You carefully climb off of Mikey’s lap, ignoring the feeling of Mikey’s release slipping out of you and trailing down your thigh, and follow Ran as he leads you by the chain toward the others. Regret churns in your stomach and you quickly shove it down.

After all, you can only blame yourself.

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#dark!fic #bonten x reader #mikey sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #bonten smut #bonten x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #fem reader

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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can you do (13)"I am not losing you again" with bonten and possibly ABO

Absolutely ♥️

(Name) felt dumb.

He felt so fucking stupid.

He knew he shouldn't have forgiven them.

Two months ago (name) caught his alphas fucking around with other omegas, keep in mind that the eight members of Bonten had already claimed and marked (name) not to mention put a ring on his finger.

So it really fucking hurt that the men he devoted his life too betrayed the most basic agreement of their relationship.

And yet he forgave them, gave them another chance.

Only for them to take advantage of him and do it again.

So (name) was done.

Pretending was surprisingly easy, acting like nothing was wrong as he gave the alphas their lunches and even went the extra mile with them "have a good day at work!" While you fuck your assistants you whores.

(Name) had secretly been packing his necessities while the men were working, having planned since the second time they cheated to leave.

He was going to go stay with his brothers.

"I made (complicated food) for you guys" (name) said sweetly and Bonten looked at him confused "what's the occasion darling?" Ran asked curiously and (name) just smiled "can't an Omega show how much he loves his alphas? Things have been going so well again... I just wanted to show how much I care" salt in the wounds, the brief flash of guilt passed through them as they looked at the omega they loved yet they said nothing.

When one of Bontens security told Kakucho (name)s plan, word spread quick to the others as they realized (name) was planning on leaving tonight.

They opened the door to the penthouse to see (name) in a black hoodie and jeans, a backpack on his back and a face mask hiding his identity a bit more "you were really leaving...?" Koko said softly and (name) just stared passively "I know you guys cheated again... I'm not going to stand by and let you guys hurt me like this anymore"

"B-baby--"

"I don't want to hear it...you promised you would stop and then you did it again!" (Name) was crying at this point "I'm so fucking stupid!"

"Baby you're not stupid" Kakucho said softly but (name) wasn't having it "I'm done, you guys can fuck whoever you want now.." when (name) wiped his tears away Bonten realized that his ring was missing, Sanzu grabbed his hand gently and rubbed at the ring finger "where is it? Why did you take it off?!"

"Because you guys don't love me anymore!" (Name) yelled, no longer able to keep his emotions to himself "you guys made that pretty fucking clear!"

"We never said we didn't love you" Mikey said wiping the tears from (name)s face "you didn't need to..."

"I-I need to go"

And with that (name) left, this wasn't the first time he had done this.

When they first cheated he stayed at his brother's house and by some miracle he forgave them.

They almost lost him.

Mikey pulled (name) close from behind "I'm not losing you again" he said shakily, clinging helplessly to the Omega who just looked so tired "you can't have your cake and eat it too, Mikey" no Manjiro or even Jiro just Mikey, the name everyone calls him.

"Please... Please don't go"

(Name) just stood there as tears rolled down his face "I need time to think... If you're serious then we are all going to fucking couples therapy"

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #bonten x reader #male reader #omegaverse #omega male reader #angst

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yellowhollyhock · 30 days

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okay fine I'll tell you. I fall asleep at night thinking about future Donny and Angel, enjoying a quiet evening at home, chatting about the weather, planning for their niece Cassandra's eleventh birthday party, eating burnt dinner because they've both become better cooks but mostly they've become desensitized to each other's cooking. Looking for a show to watch together. and then

There's a knock at the door.

And there stands Cody Jones. He's gotten a little taller, starting to get some whiskers, but he's still a young teenager.

And he's still spending his life in the past.

His clothes are dirty. His hair's a mess. He's clearly exhausted and needs help. First priority is feed this insane teenager and get him a warm place to sleep.

Donny's second priority, though, is to get some answers. 'What are you doing here? Where is Serling? Do you have any idea how risky this is? Your grandmother is coming over tomorrow for help with her math homework.'

'Uncle Donny, O'Neil Tech is in trouble. I didn't know who else to come to.'

Listen. Of course O'Neil Tech is in trouble. Darius has had his hands in it selling weapons to criminals for years before Cody found out and the turtles intervened. And now? This unsocialized kid is trying to keep the company running by himself, his only financial advice from Serling, who's been programmed as a caretaker, not a business manager. Of course they're in trouble.

Now the big question is, how are they supposed to help? Do they risk going to the future with him so they can het their hands on the problem? Then do they leave him alone again once it's resolved? Are they sure they can get back? For now they're pouring over legal documents from 2107, trying to teach Cody how to read people and helping him with finances and keeping him a secret from April and Casey. Do they tell the other turtles? I'm not sure yet, they probably should, but is more people knowing he's there a bigger strain on the timestream?

Donny is stressed out of his mind. Angel and Cody are having the time of their lives. She shows him the sights, supposedly as part of his Very Important Social Training, just to help him get some real-world character-building experience. (They are going to trampoline parks, hole in the wall restaurants, all kinds of museums because Cody is a history nerd and she definitely notices how he treats every place they go like a museum). And the more she's getting to know Cody, and the more he's reminding her of Donny, the less she's on board with ever sending him back to the future, where he has no one.

Of course the others are going to find out eventually. The turtles and Splinter at least, haven't decided about April and Casey. I definitely think even if Cassandra meets Cody they're going to avoid revealing that he's her grandson. At any rate having to avoid Cassandra while Cody is living with them is definitely going to put some strain on everyone involved.

Leo and Mikey want to go to the future and find the Dark Turtles. Maybe they could have Cody's back. To which Raph and Don reply aren't they also teenagers? And severely traumatized? And have tried to kill us and Cody before? Leo tentatively suggests maybe Cody could appeal to Bishop for help. Now Raph is furious. 'Don't you guys care about the kid? Wasn't one egocentric deceitful backstabbing guardian enough? Even if it's in Bishop's best interests to take care of Cody, he'll never really care for him. Doesn't he deserve at least that much?"

Donny speaks up on Serling's behalf. 'He has a guardian. He just needs legal advice.'

Angel is not pleased with this read on the situation. 'You've been so obsessed with solving his problems for him you haven't even been spending time with him. You don't understand the situation at all. Who cares if he loses the company? He came here because he needed you. Don't you guys remember what it was like to be sixteen and alone?'

Raph and Angel are both all for him staying in the past with them. Leo and Donny are worried about what that means for the timestream--when Cody is born, will it be his inevitable fate to be adopted into his ancestors' family outside of his proper time? Or are they creating a new branch where the future they've been working to secure for Cody isn't certain, maybe Darius kills him, maybe there is no interplanetary peace. And what about Serling? Cody is his whole world, they can't just keep him here.

I don't know where Mikey and Splinter fall in this debate. Probably both sort of accidentally egging on both sides. Mikey is a father of three (I've thought a lot about this but haven't decided on his soulmate or whom he has adopted but he gots three kiddos okay) and this does make it hard for him to think clearly about the issue at all. Splinter wants to solve the whole thing with meditation, and he's got a point. The rat knows how to reach across time and space when needed, and if Cody can learn, they can be there for him. But that's still going to be difficult to keep secret from April, Donny points out, and at that point why wouldn't they just keep him here in the flesh where they can give him a proper hug when he needs it, Raph grumps.

I lied I don't fall asleep thinking about it. There is no sleep. I stare towards the ceiling in the dark trying to decide how the dark turtles are going to fit in the story because I want them, what Bishop's going to do to solidify not trusting him in spite of everything, whether Karai and Chapman's descendants get mixed up in O'Neil Tech's legal troubles. And I need to watch Fast Forward again because I barely remember any plots. I just want Angel and Cody to meet and for the turtles to struggle with the concept of time travel and how much it complicates possible consequences to their actions. Especially Leo, because of the position he took in the City at War arc, and Donny, who usually seems to enjoy time travel and expressed in the journal episode how he 'already knows he did one good thing.' What if that one good thing were compromised? What if they (feel like they) have to choose between the wellbeing of those dearest to them and the possibility of interplanetary peace?

Also I want middle-aged Dongel

And also what if Professor Honeycutt goes to the future with Cody and adopts him. What if Serling hates him at first and then falls in love with him. Okay that was a two am thought but listen. It could be very funny and possibly even cute.

#so now you know #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 donnie #tmnt cody #tmnt angel #tmnt fast forward #fic ideas #tmnt fugitoid #tmnt serling

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cannellee · 2 months

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alpha mikey with an omega who saw him with another omega who was all over him and he wasn't pushing the omega away so she runs away to kazutoras place crying?

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! kazutora x omega! reader (ft. alpha! mikey)

— how kazutora reacts to mikey's infidelity and how he comforts his omega

(I made mikey a bad person here, I hope that's what you had in mind, and not a misunderstanding/miscommunication trope?)

tw : cheating, angst to comfort

my masterlist : ☆

mikey never was one for huge displays of affection with you, or anyone for that matter. that's why you never actively questioned his lack of interest in hugging or touching you. you were just content the man accepted your courting gifts and let you stay by his side.

nonetheless, you couldn't help the growing pit in your stomach whenever he went out at night for one of his so called meeting. he always came back in the early morning, although emma's alpha always came back soon enough for then to spend the night together.

you also couldn't help for the troubled thoughts to make their way into your brain, screaming at you whenever he left you alone, anxious and neglected.

he was always there when you woke up, dark bags under his eyes, ruffled hair and crumpled clothes. he barely greeted you, excusing himself to go shower instead.

what he did all night long was a mystery. you could imagine anything all you wanted, mikey was like a closed book, never allowing anyone to look past cold facade.

it always was that way. but you foolishly thought that, with time and with a genuine affection for him, mikey would let himself relax and eventually confide to you.

however that day never came, and you were left in the dark by your own boyfriend. your relationship didn't even look like one, he barely scented you, the only hints of him on you were the stolen sweatshirts he carelessly left in his room. you took them in your nest quietly, making sure he never saw you doing so.

you remembered kazutora's advices on the matter. he would constantly tell you to just leave, that he was only making you miserable. "you don't deserve how he makes you feel".

he was always there to comfort you, to lend you a shoulder to cry on. he was quick to understand when something was wrong. and yet, despite his realistic warnings, you never really listened to him.

you felt like you were constantly walking on eggshells around mikey, deeply afraid to mess something up, and that all of your doubts would come true.

but your fear consumed you fully. and dread and curiosity made a bad combination. you didn't know what took over you when you left your apartment door a minute or two after him.

the cold air washed over you, sharply guiding you down the stairs, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark around you. you shivered, walking as softly as you could.

you stayed behind a huge statue during the whole meeting. you watched how he fiercely yelled at the kanto members, his voice raising cheers of approbation before the assembly was dissolved.

you remained hidden, observing everyone leaving, except for a few captains. they sat down on the stairs of the temple, with mikey towering over everyone.

you didn't know what to expect when a few more people joined in, clearly not affiliated with the gang considering their lack of uniform. you frowned upon the strange sight, some men you never saw and two girls.

you wondered what they were doing here when even you was not allowed to show up.

you waited, and pondered, and watched carefully and wait- what's going on? what are they doing ?

surely it wasn't what you thought right? you took in the scene before you, a veil covering your mind making it unable for you to think clearly.

why did it feel so cruel when it was something you actually already imagined happening whenever you were left in the empty space of your bed, whenever you couldn't know what he was up to.

you stood frozen in shock. her chest was pressed against him, she was whispering things you could only hate to imagine, hands caressing his thighs with a sultry look on her face.

your heart pounded hard in your own chest, the scene unfolding before you was like a cold shower. the intimate proximity made you feel nauseous and before you could even react, you body moved on its own and you left the place without looking back.

with tears in your eyes, you could still make out mikey's face : neutral, blank. it felt as if the omega embracing him didn't matter. it could've been you, or her. in the end, to him it was all the same.

you ran and ran, going as far as you could, not wanting to go home. you didn't want to come across him, to smell him, see him. you just wanted to dug yourself a hole and never come out of it.

your blurred vision made you stop in your tracks, heavily panting both from the rapid race you just experienced and the overwhelming wave of emotions consuming you.

you wished someone could just come and comfort you, the way you always dreamt mikey would do. you tried so hard to imagine a life he could never give you. it was hopeless and naive to believe he would change for the best. for you. you would laugh at yourself if you weren't feeling this low.

you started walking again, slower this time. you watched as you passed in front of the closed stores and neon lights. the familiar path guiding you to where you found solace the days you needed warmth the most.

you were exhausted, too tired to keep going on your own. you knocked on his door, waiting in silence and quiet sniffles. you heard noises coming closer behind the wall, and finally the door cracked open, revealing a freshly woken up kazutora.

you looked up at him, meeting his surprised face. "y/n ? hey, what's wrong? he asked, confused. it was the middle of the night, of course he would react this way. still you didn't have any plan to leave. this days, kazutora was the one giving you the most peaceful moments you've ever felt. that's why you ran up to him in your panicked state.

one, then two. and then you started shedding tears, salty drops rolling down your cheeks. your flushed face, dazed gaze and shivering form was a sight kazutora didn't expect to witness.

he had seen you broke down in tears in front of him a couple of times, but never quite like this. he didn't even have to question you, you didn't have to muster a single thing, kazutora knew what would make you seek out his home rather than yours.

"hey there, it's okay you can cry all you want, I've got you...", he wrapped his arms around you, dragging you inside the mellow comfort of his home. you let yourself be guided by his arms, going meekly along with him.

his chest felt nice, his reassuring scent felt nice, and that was all you needed after tonight. you were vulnerable, all your senses alert and distressed, instincts desperately searching for consolation and calm.

he carried you to his room with a gentleness that felt foreign. he laid you down in his bed, watching you for a moment.

"it's because of him, isn't it?" you nodded, not trusting your voice. he sighed, heart aching from seeing his favourite omega so miserably sad.

kazutora knew he wasn't the best person alive, especially after what his younger self did. but somehow, witnessing mikey breaking apart the only person he genuinely loved and cared about, bothered him greatly, to the point that he would've already confronted mikey about if it weren't for you and your desire to protect your alpha.

he felt sick in his stomach that such a sweet omega like you, could still look at mikey with hope and pure adoration in your eyes. even after how badly he treated you.

kazutora begged you several times to just leave him, frustration eating him up alive. couldn't you see how fucked up mikey is? he was beyond saving and he didn't even love you.

on the other hand, kazutora never missed a chance to show you patience and care. he made sure you could always find peace beside him, the thought of being your escape to your sad life consoled him.

he wished he was able to do much more for you. but you made it clear that he wasn't to interfere in your life. kazutora, despite how benevolent he is, couldn't suppress his instincts, constantly screaming at him to just snatch you away from this life you didn't deserve.

but he refrained himself, not wanting to attract your resentment. so he let it all happen, offering his support each time mikey's behaviour forced you to feel dejected.

but now he had you. he could feel the breaking point in your relationship with mikey. he sensed everything was all over.

"it's okay now, I'm here, and I'll never let anyone harm you again. I promise you", he could now watch over you, like he always wished.

he caressed your cheek, and you leaned into his soft touch. your breathing stilled, scent taking back its usual honeyed smell. you visibly relaxed, and with you, kazutora's face softened as well.

he successfully stopped your tears, "do you feel better now?" he asked you in a whisper.

"yes, I'm sorry for waking you up 'tora...", you watched him take your smaller hand in his, his thumb tracing soft circles on its back.

he reassured you, told you it was fine and that he was glad you looked for him instead of going back to that place and bottling up everything.

"are you going to go back there ?"

"what ?"

"you shouldn't y/n, he's an asshole. stay here, I'll take care of everything until you feel ready to move on. you won't have to worry about anything." he pleaded, eyes desperate to see you accept his offer.

kazutora just couldn't bare the thought of you going back to that bastard. you didn't have a home anymore now that things turned out this way, surely you would rely on him now ? he could show you how much better he can take care of you, he'll show you that he pays attention to you, to your interests, you'll never have to feel neglected again. he'll show how an alpha should have treated you.

you felt really comfortable in his embrace, allowing his fingers to run across your skin, kind hands brushing a strand of hair behing your ear.

you watched as he looked down at you fondly and you wondered how he could look at you that way, when mikey never once did. what about you made kazutora so worried about your safety and well being? did you even deserve such affection ?

he was always so gentle with the way he talked to you, choosing his words carefully as to make you feel comfortable. never crossing any lines, always so kind with his actions. you wondered when he started looking at you that way, but thinking about it, it seemed he always had a certain sadness lurking in his eyes whenever he watched you leave to join mikey.

"wouldn't that bother you?"

"of course not. you're really precious to me. keeping you safe is all that matters. please let me show you that I can protect and love you the way you deserve to be"

you closed your hands on his, smiling to yourself. genuine love felt great. "okay... thank you 'tora".

kazutora took that as his cue to come closer to you, cherishing the new proximity with you. he breathed in your scent he came to crave, putting his chin on top of your head after kissing your forehead softly.

more of his pheromones spread out, enveloping you in his fuzzy and warm scent which never failed to put you in a different kind of headspace.

being vulnerable around him was okay. you felt safe. and kazutora wouldn't have it any other way, having already promised himself that he would never let his sweet omega go through something like this again.

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macsimagines · 7 months

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mikey izana and shin react to getting scented so thorughly by their s/o that they get mistaken for an omega after leaving the house

Darling almost never gets to be the possessive one lol nice change of pace.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, ABO

Yandere!Alpha Manjiro Sano

He loves you and loves to be scented by you, but you're a little bit needier than usual with your heat coming soon. "Baby, you gotta let me go. We need groceries." "Mmmmm, lemme just rub on you a little more~ Pleeeaaase, baby?"

Immediately regrets it when he walks outside reeking of Omega. He shakes it off when he hears a few whistles down the street because there's no way they're whistling at him.

Then some asshole alpha, that REEKS of horny, tries to pick him up in the middle of the store. "Hey baby, want a real man to take care of your heat?" "...Man going to jail wasn't on my to-do list BUT-"

Ya he beats that guy in the middle of a damn Walgreens and goes home to give you an earful. Too bad he walks in and your heat is in full swing.

"Mikey? Alpha? ...Why do you smell like that!?" you snarl in repulsion. "Your fault. Come here and fix it."

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

In a similar situation to Mikey's. You're in your heat and usually Izana wouldn't allow such dominant displays, but you're never this loving to him.

He is just drowning in your attention and affection when he suddenly remembers that he forgot to get some groceries for your heat. And he can't have you starving when you're being such a good girl.

Doesn't leave you though. Can't bear the thought of going out when you're finally being so caring to your rightful Alpha and King, so he just opts to order food for you.

Then the delivery driver shows up with all the groceries in hand and Izana makes the mistake of opening the door to greet him. "Damn, baby-boy. Rough heat?" the guy says with a sleazy smile and Izana doesn't even think twice before grabbing him by the collar and smashing his face into the adjacent wall.

"You try'na die, Fucker?" he growls, letting off all the suffocating alpha pheromones that you've been drowning out. But then he hears your sad little chirps from the other room and is forced to release the idiot delivery driver.

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

He is so in love with you and lets you scent him as much as you damn well please. Even though, it is constantly getting him into trouble.

Gets hit on all the time by other alpha's that think he's some cute rebellious Omega. "I'm an ALPHA FUCKERS!" Gets his ass kicked a lot for picking those fights...

Wouldn't change a thing though because at least he has an omega that loves to scent him as much as you do. Honestly gets high off all the pheromones you're giving.

"Mmmmgoodsogoodbabymmmm~" croons so happy and pleased for you every time you snuggle and scent him. "That's a good, Alpha. Letting your Omega scent you, like a good boy~" and he just nods along and says whatever you want to hear because he really is such a good boy.

Does get made fun of by everyone. "So...How was Y/N, Big Bro? Was she happy? Cause she smells like she was suuuuper happy-" "Shuddup, Mikey! You just don't know what it takes to keep an Omega happy!"

He wears your smell with pride though. Doesn't ever tell you to stop it and in fact encourages you to do it more often. He also scents you just as much.

"We gotta make sure people can smell your Alpha right baby?"

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere shinichiro sano

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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Um hello I’m kinda new here… I found your emergency requests on someone else’s blog and I really need one right now. My mom wont stop making comments on my body. It makes me feel really bad about myself all the time. Can you please write Takemichi, Chifuyu and Mikey comforting an s/o with body image issues? Thank you if you do write this!! If not, or if it’s too much, please just trash this!

Of course my dear.

Thank you for trusting me with this. I know ALL about this one.

(Brb manifesting Mikey’s)

Please don’t hesitate to come in my dms if you need any help at all.

CW UNDER THE CUT: mentions of bodyshaming.

𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑘𝑖

Takemichi is the world’s best boyfriend, at least in your opinion.

Some days he’s aloof and snarky, but others he’s sweet and kind as can be.

Luckily for you, the day that you needed him most, he was himself.

Your mother had just made another comment on your figure, and you couldn’t take the harassment anymore.

Changing into a large hoodie and sweatpants, you left your home in an instant. As you ran anywhere but back where you came, your field of vision was blurred by tears.

You settled by the riverbank, huddling your knees close to you while you sobbed. You wished wholeheartedly that you were different, that your mom was different, that your life was different…

To your horror, you heard a familiar chiming voice yelling anguishedly behind you.

“Mikey! Stop wiggling so much! You’re gonna fall off the bike!”

“Let’s go to the riverbank, Takemitchy!” The other voice chimed in response.

Your eyes widened as you furiously wiped them with your sleeves. You tried desperately to hide your sniffles, taking a few deep breaths.

“Wait, someone else is here.” Your boyfriend’s voice said with gentleness, “Mikey, Draken, I think they’re crying!”

You began to cry harder as footsteps came toward you. The last thing you needed was for your boyfriend to see you in the state you were.

“Hey! Are you okay, what’s your name?” He gently touched your shoulder.

You immediately flinched away, choking out a “please don’t touch me.”

Your lover immediately recognized your voice. “Wait, (Y/N)?”

“Takemichi please just go…” you mumbled as you hiccuped.

Takemichi instantly took his hand away. “Sweetheart what’s happening? Who did this to you?” His tone was much darker. He sounded ready to kill.

“No, no. Takemichi I’m not hurt please just… just drop it.” You averted your gaze as you sunk inside the oversized clothing.

“I can’t drop it when you’re feeling like this.” The blonde replied, scooting closer to you.

“It’s just me being stupid. I’ll get over it I swe-“

“Yo, Takemitchy. Mikey’s waiting.” Draken’s annoyed voice suddenly sounded.

Your lover looked at you, at the bike where Mikey sat watching a butterfly flutter about, then finally at Draken.

“Takemichi I’m okay.” You reassured him.

“Mikey’s gonna have to wait, this is much more important than a bike ride.”

“Takemichi!” You hissed, yanking your hood down, “Why would you say that? I told you I’m fine, go be with your friends!”

“(Y/N) they understand.” Your lover tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with a smile, “So please… tell me what’s bothering you.”

Your lip wobbled as you pulled the hood back up . “Do you really love me?” You asked in a mousy voice.

“With all of my heart.” He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“Even though I look like this?”

“(Y/N) what do you mean?”

“Even though my body looks like it does? Even though I’m not the perfect partner that you actually deserve?”

“(Y/N) (L/N). Look at me,” Takemichi commanded, tilting your chin upward with two fingers. “I didn’t fall in love with you for your body. I’m not in this for sex, or your body alone. I am in love with you.”

“I’m in love with the person who always texts me to make sure I get home every single night, who sings to me when I get scared, who always makes me a little snack before I go to meetings.” He ended his last statement with a chuckle.

“What I’m trying to say is that you never have to worry about me leaving you. So please don’t cry, and please don’t ever think that you aren’t enough just because someone doesn’t like the way you look. Because if it’s any consolation, I sure as hell think you look incredible.”

You wrapped your arms around your lover’s neck and hugged him tightly. He reciprocated, chastely kissing the crown of your head.

“How touching. Can we go get ramen like you promised?” Mikey called from the bike.

You whined “Aw man they heard all of that?”

“Doesn’t matter. The only person who should care about what you look like is yourself. And I hope that the way you care is by living your life the way you want to live.”

Takemichi stood to his feet, offering you a hand. “Now then. Does my darling partner want to join me and my friends for some ramen? We can share a bike.” You nodded while smiling.

“Who said that I would pedal Mikey?” Draken growled in a low voice.

“Well I’m sure as hell not trusting my partner on the back of your bike.” Takemichi replied, draping an arm around your shoulder.

𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑜

Ever since Chifuyu had been beaten by Baji, you avoided telling him anything.

You just didn’t want to burden your lover with anything when he already had so much going on.

So the day that your mom’s comments put you over the edge, you didn’t know who to talk to.

You put on your baggiest clothing and retreated to the playground near the school.

As tears leaked out of your eyes you desperately tried to wipe them.

You closed your eyes to try and level yourself, but the sobs just wouldn’t stop. You hated the body you had and you desperately wished you had a different life.

The sound of chains creaking next to you alerted you. You gasped as your eyes widened in shock.”

“Hey, calm down love; It’s just me.”

You sighed in relief as you heard the familiar voice. After registering who it was, you hung your head low and averted your gaze. “How’d you know I was here?”

“I got a text from Mitsuya. He said he saw you crying and you were walking toward school. I figured you’d come here.” Chifuyu noted, kicking his legs a little bit on the swing.

“Great intuition.” You mumbled, “But it’s okay. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“That’s the biggest load of bull I’ve ever heard.”

“Chif-“

“No don’t try to lie to me.” He demanded, “How am I supposed to leave my partner alone knowing that they’re in pain?”

“It’s really nothing to pitch a fit about.” You replied sheepishly.

“If it’s nothing, then why are you crying so much?”

Chifuyu stood from the swing and knelt down in front of you. He took both of your hands in his own and stared into your teary eyes.

You tried to rip your hands out of his grasp, “Chifuyu stop. Don’t touch me please.”

With pain in his eyes, your lover released your hands and watched you curl in on yourself.

“(Y/N) I’m begging you. Please tell me what happened.” You heard the fragility of his voice and couldn’t help the guilt.

“You don’t deserve to have to touch me. Why are you even with me? When I look like this above all else…”

Your boyfriend stared at you with his beautiful cerulean eyes. “(Y/N) will you look at me?”

Your teary gaze finally met his. “What?”

“You” he began, “Are my favorite person in the world.”

“Chifuyu-“

“And I love you for you. I don’t love you only for your body, and I’m not in this for sex. While I do find you absolutely stunning, your body isn’t the reason why I fell in love with you.”

“I fell in love with someone who makes me laugh until I snort, which I didn’t even know I could do by the way! I fell for someone who helps me with my English homework, because God only knows I’m awful at it. I fell for the person who’s never against getting a gas station slushy with me, especially every Friday at two in the morning.”

“What I’m trying to say is, I love you. I love you to absolute pieces. I don’t care what you look like and I never will. I think you’re easily the most gorgeous person on this planet, like genuinely.”

“I love you too Chifuyu, thank you.” You got off the swing and immediately slumped down into his embrace.

Your lover held you for a few moments, rubbing his thumb in between your shoulders and kissing your forehead occasionally.

“Hey Chi’?”

“Mm?”

“Speaking of two am slushies…”

“Oh hell yeah. Don’t even finish that sentence.”

You giggled as you both got to your feet. Chifuyu took your hand and you both rushed to the nearest gas station for your weekly treat.

𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑟𝑜 (𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦) 𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑜

With a boyfriend like Mikey, you were constantly worried about whether he liked you or not.

He always had people fawning over him, so you never felt truly reassured, no matter how many times he did so.

So when your mom had made her usual comments, you were hesitant to reach out to Mikey.

You had changed into your baggiest tee shirt to hide your figure and rushed away from your home.

You sat on the sand of the beach in the dead of night, the crashing waves mixing with your sobs.

You had nothing to protect you from the harsh breeze that froze you to the core.

Suddenly, a gasp rang through the air. Your eyes widened as you prayed that no one noticed you.

Within a few seconds, a fluffy article was draped across your shoulders.

“Sweetheart what are you doing out here in the cold?!” It was Mikey. He was holding your shoulders gently as he sat down next to you. “Takemitchy told me he saw you were crying and headed this way… I wish you would’ve told me.”

“Mikey please don’t!” you cried out as you wiggled away from him, “Please don’t touch me.”

Your lover recoiled immediately, eyebrows upturned and lip quivering. “Who hurt you?” He whispered.

“What?”

“Who did this to you…?” His voice broke as he tried to fight his own tears, “Because I swear to God I’ll kill whoever the hell made you afraid of being touched.”

“What- Mikey no! I just…” you turned your head and listened to the crashing waves against the shoreline.

“Please (Y/N)…” he murmured.

“Do you still love me?” You asked as a tear rolled down your cheek, “Like genuinely?”

“Of course I do, sunshine. I’ll never stop.”

“You love me even though I look like this? Even though my body is just-“

“Stop right there.” Mikey demanded, “Will you please let me touch you? I won’t hurt you I promise.”

“I… I guess.”

Mikey began by gently grabbing your hands. “I love your hands.” He stated, “They’re soft, gentle and always know just how to patch me up when I get hurt really bad.”

He traced your arms with his fingertips, “I think I love your arms the most. They hold me tight whenever I really need to feel loved. They also hug my friends to help them feel loved too.”

He moved down to your stomach, “I love your stomach because it always tell us when we should get a treat. It’s never ever wrong, since every time is treat time.“

He placed a hand on your thigh, “I love your legs. They take us to such incredible places and keep us moving whenever times get tough. They look amazing in long pants and shorts, hell they look amazing in everything.”

Finally, Mikey moved to cup your cheek, “I love your face. It’s so beautiful and makes the best expressions when you’re happy. It has the most beautiful eyes, cutest nose, and softest lips.”

Mikey pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I love you, and every part of you. I don’t want to date you only because I want to have sex or whatever you may be thinking. I want to date you because you make me feel happy no matter what.”

You choked on a sob as your lover pulled you into an embrace. “I love you too, Mikey.”

Mikey held you wordlessly as he rocked you back and forth. The two of you listened to the peaceful sound of waves crashing along the shoreline.

When your sniffles subsided, Mikey asked you in a tiny voice, “Say (Y/N), does your stomach say it’s time for dorayaki? Mine surely does.”

You giggled and nodded, “Mine does too.”

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