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dellalyra · 2 months

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ᴇɴᴅɢᴀᴍᴇ - Mɪᴋᴇʏ sᴀɴᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌？ 𝗉𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒． 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗄𝗋𝖾𝗏 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇．𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾，𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝟤𝟢 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌．

𝖢𝖶： 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺， 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘦，𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦， 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦，𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦， 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦

“Who’s that…?” Takemichi asks, baffled at the sight of a very pretty girl - clad in ToMan uniform, standing beside Mitsuya laughing.

“Who?” Draken scans.

“Beside Mitsuya.”

“That, Takemitchi, is Mikey’s surprise.” Draken smirks, clapping the blonde on the back and once again inadvertently winding someone after forgetting not everyone is built like a refrigerator.

After a moment of recovering, coughing and wheezing, Takemichi continues his inquiries into the identity of the mystery girl.

“What do you mean Mikey’s surprise?”

“I forget you’re still a rookie. Just watch.” Draken smirk, crouching to sit on the steps of the shrine.

So, he did. The shrine grounds began to fill up as the other captains and their vices arrived. Takemichi’s eyes kept sliding to glance at the girl, leaning on her bike. The bike was certainly eye catching - matte black, with pink LED underlights and matching detailing. Sitting on the handlebars was a black helmet with LED lined cat ears poking from the top. She blended in well with the other ToMan members, chatting casually and seemingly in deep discussion about something with Mitsuya.

Was she Mitsuya’s girl? No - because why would that be a surprise for Mikey? That - and Mitsuya definitely had said he was single. She was definitely really pretty, a total eye catcher. She seemed roughly Mikey and Draken’s age, by the look of things.

After a while, and well past the expected time, the roar of the final expected motorcycle echoed through the shrine.

The black CB250T skidded to a stop, a rare lack of care for the beloved ‘Babu’. The blonde atop it leaped off the seat and sprinted toward the mystery girl, snatching her up by the waist and spinning her tight in his arms.

“Y/N-chan! You’re home!” Came Mikey’s (slightly muffled by the girls hair) voice, as the rest of ToMan’s inner circle laughed and cheered - seemingly part of a joke that Takemitchi didn’t understand.

A squeal came from the girl, as Mikey spun her faster.

“Manjiro Sano! You’ll give me motion sickness!” The girl, Y/N, laughed.

Still laughing, and with a bright smile and sparkling eyes that Takemitchi hadn’t seen on Mikey’s face before, he let her down with uncharacteristic gentleness.

“When did you get home?” He asks, setting the girl on her feet with the care of handling a porcelain teacup.

“Last night. Ken-chin picked me up from the train station, thought it would be fun to surprise you.” She says, fixing the lapel of Mikey’s jacket.

Mikey’s blonde head whipped around to Draken who lay smirking against his own bike.

“Ken-chin, you fucking traitor! You told me you’d tell me when you were picking her up so I could go too!” Mikey sulks.

A booming laugh comes from beside Takemichi as Draken hears Mikey’s complaint.

“Sorry for picking up my own damn sister!” The vice-commander shrugs.

Takemichi nods, thinking Draken had a point - wait… sister?

“Wait - Draken - you have a sister?!”

“You’re looking at her, kid.” Draken nods at Y/N, who waves and smiles from the vice grip hug-from-behind Mikey has her in.

“Half-sister. We had the same mom. Different dads. Kenny got the height. I’m Y/N, you must be Takemitchi.” She says, in a warm voice and kind eyes shining, stroking absentmindedly the hand Mikey has clutched around her waist.

“You’re never abandoning me again.” Mikey groans.

“I was gone for 2 months to look after my grandma, ‘Jiro.” Y/N laughs.

“2 months is too long! Ken-chin was all I had and he doesn’t smell like cherry blossom! I’m coming with you if you ever leave again.” Mikey stomps.

Takemichi takes note of how Mikey knows how you smell, and actively missed it - as well as the new name he’d heard for Mikey - ‘Jiro - you were the only person he’d heard call Mikey that.

In the background, Baji lifts the seat of the girls bike, and takes out a bag of candy hidden under some stuff.

“Knew it! Oi, Chifuyu, she still keeps the good stuff in the bike!” He said, skipping off toward Chifuyu with the candy in hand. You move to run after him, shouts of ‘Keisuke Baji, you fucking thief! I trusted that information to you!’ However, the struggle was a fruitless endeavour as Mikey refused to let you go from his vice like koala grip but did something that must be reserved solely for you and mid-shout of cursing Baji’s bloodline half a taiyaki was shoved in your mouth and you instantly settled down and smiled - mouth fun with a fish tail hanging out of you mouth and a pat to the arms on your waist.

Draken just laughs and Takemichi is reminded of the fact that the ToMan founders and a few others have been side by side, growing up together since barely in the double digits.

“Y/N’s my baby sister. There’s only a year and a half between us. Her pa was a little better than mine, he actually knew her, since he was a regular client - he’s pretty high up in gang shit in Kyoto. Still a useless prick, but she loves his mom - her grandma, she had a hip replacement 2 months ago so Y/N went to the countryside to take care of her for a while.” Draken explain to Takemichi while popping a fresh piece of gum in his mouth.

“Why didn’t you talk about her?” Takemichi asks.

“You talk about shit you miss?” Draken shrugs, gruff with the truth of missing his sister.

“So she’s ToMan too?” The rookie asks.

“Sure is. First division vice captain.” Draken nods, a hint of pride in his resolute face.

“Wait but - how? She doesn’t look -” Takemichi is interrupted quickly by a laughing Draken.

“Like she can fight an ant?”

“Exactly!”

“Size isn’t everything, look at Mikey. Underestimating that girl has lead many assholes go broken noses and split lips.” Draken smiles.

Takemichi supposes that’s probably accurate.

Baji walks over and plops himself down on Draken’s other side, half empty bag of candy in his hand.

“So how strong is she?” Takemichi asks, nodding to the girl now sat beside Mikey showing him pictures of the garden she helped tend with her grandma.

“Who?” Baji asks with a mouthful of sherbet.

“Your vice-captain.” Draken replies, snagging a candy out of the bag.

“She’s fast, that’s her strong point. Speed and agility. Could probably take Mitsuya.” Draken ponders, a sense of pride in the way he straightens his shoulders.

“Not in the way she’d like to take Mikey.” Baji snorts, before getting a smack on the head from the girls brother.

“It’s cute two sets of siblings are dating.” Takemichi points out.

“Huh?” Baji asks.

“Well, there’s the Sano siblings - Mikey and Emma, and Ryuguji siblings, you and Y/N.” Takemichi doesn’t know why he, the newcomer, had to explain.

“You and Emma are dating.” He says to Draken, who nods with a small smile.

“And Mikey and Y/N are dating.”

“Nope.” Baji pipes up.

“What do you mean?”

“They’re not dating.” Draken shakes his head.

“Wait - really?” This made no sense to Takemitchi. Wasn’t koala hugs, or something like sharing a treasured snack something romantic?

“Really.”

“Even the rookie sees it.” Baji laughs.

“But the way they act!”

“This has been going on for years, Takemitchi. They’re both fucking dumb. Neither of them are able to see how whipped the other is for them. Oblivious idiots.” The new voice made Takemitchi jump, not realising Mitsuya had slid in behind him.

“But they like each other?”

“Y/N admitted it to me, yeah.” Draken nods, which made sense.

“Mikey told me.” Baji says, wiping pink dust off his face.

“Some shit about being worried the other will reject them or more bullshit like that, I don’t fuckin’ know.” Draken grumbles.

All heads turn around to where the subjects of the conversation were sat.

Mikey was now sitting in the ground, on criss crossed legs between your knees as you sat on the step above and chatting animatedly about something while you used your fingers to comb through and retie his hair, the same way your brother did. The smile on your face as you listened to Mikey, and the way there was a visible tenderness to the way your fingers ran through his hair was more proof on your side, and Mikey was equally as obvious. When you finished, he lay his head on your thigh, and traces circles on your knee with a touch one may reserve for something fragile and smiled a real smile, a soft one, as you leaned down to nibble on the taiyaki in his hand.

Moments like this is when Takemichi is reminded that all the bad shit, all the timelines and the pain? It was all worth it - because a constant in every timeline was these two, and making it to the final one made him proud.

Now they’ll have their happy story. Their peaceful one.

Mikey does have his first official bike race next week, after all.

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rindouswifeee · 8 months

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Mikey Headcanons

He often acts very childish ,,But you promised me that we go buy Dorayaki than I won't start a fight'' ,,Yeah BUT YOU STARTED A FIGHT MIKEY'' Always wants your attention He has no shame and would walk in your room or house any time than he want to see you. He doesn't care I mean hes your boyfriend it doesn't make any seens to him that you're ashamed of him

Always cares about you and would kill everyone for you Than he doesn't have time to take care of you he would tell anyone of the founding members or the Captains to look after you He lost so many people in his life that he can be very overprotectiv at you He can be very very jealous He wants that you came to every Toman meeting and stand next to him and Draken ,,Listen Guys that y/n is my Girlfriend than I should catch anyone messing with her you guys are dead'' He is proud that you are his Girlfriend

Best Friend with Emma Everyone in the Gang respects you Teach you to fight Would give you piggy back rides Always come with his CB250T to pick you up Ask Mitsuya if he can design a Toman Jacket for you The Jacket looks a lot like Mikey's You wear it everytime Would try to make you laugh than ever you are sad ,,You are just a dumbass Mikey'' ,,Yes but your dumbass and now, come lets ride togehter''

He can be so cute and badass at the same time Very clingy He wouldn't admire it first ,,N-No I am not in love with her Kenchin she is just a friend'' Loves to play pranks on you Mikey kicks everyones of his enemys ass how would try to hurt or flirt with you Lost his mind than you are not here on his side to have his back anytime

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rizzanon · 5 months

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[Shitty Day] Manjiro Sano

You were grudgingly walking back home under the moonlit sky, relieved that your cram lesson was finally over. Today had been a shitty day for you, and you couldn't wait for it to be over.

First, you somehow didn't hear your alarm and woke up late, making you absolutely late for school that day. Even though it was your first time being tardy, the discipline master showed no mercy and sent you to detention, assigning you to write a 2 page essay on the importance of punctuality and why you shouldn't be late.

Pointless, really.

But you couldn't do anything about it, and obliged to the punishment given to you.

During lunch, you managed to bump into some idiot who was running around in the cafeteria, and he spilt his drink all over you. You were frustrated, and to make matters worse, you didn't have a spare set of uniform to change into, resulting in you having to wear the stained uniform for the rest of the day.

Bummer.

It was at this point in time where you wished your boyfriend would magically show up.

Too bad you and him don't go to the same school.

So you went along with your day, hoping that Mikey would show up later on.

For the remaining lessons you had, the teachers for some reason, picked on you to answer their questions. Irritating, it seems like everything was against you that day.

By the time your lessons were over, you were exhausted, and relieved to finally get a break. But your moment of relief was short-lived, as you still had cram school to attend.

Internally cursing at your parents for signing you up for it, you made your way to the destination, dreading the next four hours of constant revision.

Which lead you to where you were now, walking back home in comforting silence, thinking back on how the day could've been different, if it weren't for the bad luck you were somehow possessing that day.

If only you could see your boyfriend right there and then. You'd think that he'd instantly cheer you up in his own way, like he always does.

"Yo, (n/n)-chin! Over here!"

Your head instantly whipped towards the direction where the familiar voice came from, and your eyes lit up as you recognised the person.

There, in a few metres distance, stood the one and only Manjiro Sano, waving you over to where he was standing with his bike.

With a soft smile spreading across your face at the sight of Mikey, you walked over to him.

"Mikey? Why are you here??"

"To see you of course! I didn't get to see you the whole day, y'know. Do you know how torturing that was?!?"

You let out a giggle at his antics and shook your head in disbelief. You could see Mikey's gaze on you grow softer, as his eyes scanned you up and down, finally noticing the stain on your shirt.

"Woah, how did that happen??" Mikey asks, as he immediately drapes his jacket on you, trying to cover up the huge stain on your uniform.

"Some guy wasn't looking where he was going, and spilt his drink on me." You replied, face flushing at his gesture.

Mikey frowned at your words, seemingly taking in your expression seriously.

"Haah?! What guy dares to cause an inconvenience to you, my girlfriend?! I won't let him get away with this. Nuh-uh!" Mikey bellows, and your eyes widen in shock.

You had to hold him back from storming off to who knows where.

Probably thought he'd find the guy who spilt his drink on you somehow by doing so.

"Wha- Where are you even going?! You don't have to do anything! I'm fine! It was just an accident. Today's just.... a shitty day, that's all." You said, your voice trailing off as you said those last words.

Noticing the change in your tone, Mikey stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, his soft gaze lingering on you.

After a few moments of silence, you heard him sigh, and walked back to his CB250T, getting on it immediately.

"Sounds like you really had a rough day, huh? Come on, let's go for a drive, (n/n)-chin." Mikey murmurs, locking eyes with you as he flashed you his signature smile.

You blinked in surprise, before hesitantly walking over to him, and getting on the bike. You wrapped your arms loosely around him, much to his dislike. So, doing what any boyfriend would, he started driving off at full speed, causing you to tighten your arms around his waist before you get flung out of your seat behind him.

"Woah! Mikey! Slow down!"

Mikey only just chuckled in return, still driving his bike at high speed, making you groan at his stubbornness.

Within minutes, the both of you arrived at... a port?

Mikey quickly parked his bike, and helped you get off it, leading you to the far end of the place, taking a seat along the railing, where you could see the wide stretch of the sea lit up under the moonlight.

There was a moment of tranquility as you took a seat next to Mikey on the railing, watching the ships sailing slowly to and from the port.

It was relaxing in a way, making you forget about the events that happened that day.

"I always come here whenever I need a moment to myself, or if I need a place to think about stuff." Mikey finally speaks up after who knows how long.

He turns to look at you, and flashed you a warm smile.

"Now, this is our place. Call me when you need me, or when you have a shitty day, and I'll bring you here. As random as it is, this place helped you forget about everything that's happened, didn't it?"

Your eyes widened at how easily Mikey was able to read you, and you could only just nod, returning the smile. You leaned to his side, and rested your head against his shoulder.

No matter how shitty your day was, you knew Mikey was always able to find a way to cheer you up. That was what you loved about him.

"Thank you for this, 'jiro."

"Don't mention it, (n/n)."

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#manjiro sano #mikey #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x you #mikey x you #manjiro sano fluff #mikey fluff #manjiro sano drabble #mikey drabble #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #rizzanon

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megumiivs · 11 months

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bf!mikey headcannons

written with fem!reader in mind but its gn toman mikey, not bonten, should i write one for specifically bonten mikey??

100% needs to be fed all the time

you have to keep some kind of snack on you at all times, probably dorayaki tbh

if he does not eat a dorayaki at least once during your lunch, something is wrong

LOVE LOVE LOVES IT when you feed him food

you probably have his order order memorized by now: omurice with a flag ofc

will take you on late night rides throughout the city

it’s around one a.m. when he texts, “you up?” most people would assume the text is referring to something sexual but not you. you knew it just meant that mikey needed to blow off some steam and drive around the city. you text back “yup!” and five minutes later, you hear the familar sound of mikey’s CB250T. grabbing your jacket, you head outside for a late night drive with your boyfriend <3

loves it when you wear his toman jacket

will let you come to toman meetings if you want to but will never force you to go

WHOOP WHOOP PROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND ALERT!!!

he will (and loves to) beats up people who hurt you/people you hate !!!

“shh shhh baby, you’re okay,” he coos wiping the tears from your cheeks. “who dare hurt my precious darling?” he smiles. “i’ll go beat them up.”

besides draken, you’re his pillar of support

never feels his dark impulses around you and if he does feel it, he’ll come to you to suppress it

doesn’t say anything just hugs you tightly

definitely feels safe enough around you to sleep

loves to cuddle with you with in bed and will fall asleep holding you like a giant teddy bear

you and emma are also very close and mikey loves that you and his sister get along

mikey has my whole heart <3 hes so precious i want to give him a hug :))

#[ lilith loves tokyorev 🌟]#tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #toman mikey #mikey sano #mikey fluff #mikey x reader #mikey x you

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fueledbysano · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅: 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝟏 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

mikey as your professional racer husband ♡

♱ ft. racer!mikey x afab!reader

♱ content/warnings: manga spoilers, fluff, domestic fluff, suggestive themes

♱ a/n: well, if this isn't the life. I plan to make this a mini series for the other tr boys' future professions too when I have the time. anw i love racer mikey so much he can have my kids

˗ˏˋ A normal day for Mikey typically looks like training, and practice races. and so, you start the day with making him a big breakfast so he stays in top condition for the day.

˗ˏˋ He also loves it when you eat with him, so he sits you on his lap, making sure you have a taste of your own delicious creation.

˗ˏˋ Before he leaves, it's routine that you're the one to put on his uniform and protective gear. You finish off by placing a sweet kiss on his lips before securing a helmet over his head.

˗ˏˋ Everytime he drives off, it becomes a habit to flash his tail light three times for you as an "I love you".

˗ˏˋ and he also brought up this habit on his actual races, blinking it for you before the countdown as good luck; to which you eventually realized, as you always get the front row seats to his tournaments and matches.

˗ˏˋ In the race track, you are still Mikey's number one, quite literally, when you are wearing one of his jackets that has your shared last name and the distinct number "1" on the back, which is Mikey's number.

˗ˏˋ You are often shown on the big screen as you watch Mikey, making sure to capture your reaction, especially to his wins.

˗ˏˋ You eventually learned how to pose like a model, especially when cameras love stealing shots of you— the star racer's stunning and supportive wife.

˗ˏˋ If you look him up, there's a handful of cute photos of the two of you kissing beside the race track.

˗ˏˋ You are the first person he looks for after every race, and you'll always be ready to hug him proudly whatever place he gets.

˗ˏˋ You always host a celebratory party for him everytime Mikey wins a race. And you always go extravagant.

˗ˏˋ Sometimes, Draken would scold you for how much you spoil your husband.

˗ˏˋ Especially on days when Mikey would run late on training and engine check, all because he refused to leave you in bed.

˗ˏˋ But it's a give and take, really. Considering how much Mikey spoiled you as well.

˗ˏˋ Firstly, he always takes you on his overseas tournaments. You never missed a race, no matter how far it was held.

˗ˏˋ With Draken and Inupi's help, he even made you a motorcycle of your own that looked as stylish as his.

˗ˏˋ The glint in your eyes when you saw it for the first time had paid off, and he immediately took you to a test drive.

˗ˏˋ During your teenage years, you learned how to drive Mikey's CB250T which was basically riding a bike for you. But to drive an actual sports motorcycle was more complicated.

˗ˏˋ Mikey practically wrapped you in safety gear and helmet, protectively wrapping his arms around you as you drove it for the first time.

˗ˏˋ By the end of the day, when you got a hold of its machinery, you and Mikey were cruising down the seaside highway on your own bikes.

˗ˏˋ This then became your favorite date activity— to have joy rides on different corners of the country.

˗ˏˋ However, you sometimes insist on being his passenger, mainly because you get to embrace him for the whole ride. And this is something he couldn't deny.

˗ˏˋ It's usual for Mikey to end the day with worn out or sore limbs, so you always prepare him a bath and give him a massage afterwards.

˗ˏˋ And to this, he thanks you with kisses and invites you into the tub with him.

˗ˏˋMikey's motorcycle isn't the only thing he's good at riding.

˗ˏˋ Considering his intensity of training, the strength in his limbs and core pays off in bed.

˗ˏˋ Making love with Mikey is always an intimate and hot experience for the both of you; as if he's studied every part of your anatomy and how your body reacts to certain touches.

˗ˏˋ and god, his body— it was a sculpture of beauty that made it impossible to hold the thoughts in your head.

˗ˏˋ His hands are skillful in pulling off your clothing too, all while keeping them in one piece no matter how eager he is.

˗ˏˋ Going on days, even weeks without having sex is a regular occurrence to you, considering that he would always be tired from training or tournament when he comes home.

˗ˏˋ But oh, the sex makes it all up.

˗ˏˋ Mikey couldn't hold back any longer. Every part of him is screaming to thrust his way inside your pussy and pound away at it, but another part of him is telling him to take it easy on you, since it's been awhile and all. but he doesn't think he can.

˗ˏˋ He's wanted this all day— to be buried balls deep inside of you, hear how you moan, feel your warm, tight hole suck up his dick.

˗ˏˋ He thrust his hips forward and your pussy took him in inch by inch. You're wet and tight, and feel so goddamn good. You moaned when you felt him all there and that moan is what he's been needing— Sweet, innocent and all his.

˗ˏˋ "Shit, [ Y / N ]," He groaned in your ear. "I won't be able to go easy," He grunted. "Then don't." You hooked an arm around the back of his neck and lifted your legs to his muscular shoulders.

˗ˏˋ That one sentence is about to turn him into a maniac. It's the fuel he needs— the words he never knew he craved.

˗ˏˋ and it did; the bed shook, headboard slamming against the wall and wood creaked with every thrust.

˗ˏˋ “My pretty wife~” He couldn't help but admire your flushed face, his eyes flickering to your breasts that bounced with every thrust.

˗ˏˋ “I love you s'fuking much…” He whimpered, finding his release with one final thrust. You didn't last longer with his sweet praises either and climaxed with him, practically merging your bodies together along with your hot moans and his soft kisses.

˗ˏˋ “I love you too~” you let him rest his head on your chest and comb your fingers through his dark hair.

˗ˏˋ Mikey is practically the ideal spouse one could ask for, and he thinks about how perfect of a wife you are, not able to imagine himself being with someone else. You always wonder how insanely lucky you are to have found each other and to be finally doing something that you both just once dreamt of.

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kinkandkreep · 6 months

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♡︎ 𝐂𝐖: 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬

♡︎ "__" 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

♡︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

♡︎ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @missgab @sucidalbutpretty @kawaiimusiccollection @nekogeisha-blog @k-cris @dreamsygirl @fishisahappydog

If Mikey had known it would come to this, he would never have left you alone with Hanma.

As he speeds along the streets leading back to the house, he can feel the tears steadily building along his waterline being whipped away by the frosty wind.

He's teetering on the edge, pushing his CB250T to the upper limits of speed. As he whips through the cold, crimson blood hardens and dries on his knuckles, leaving his hands feeling somewhat stiff and exacerbating the achy feeling that’s begun to set in.

'Please no __, please let it be a lie.'

He can see your home in the distance, the only visible illumination coming from the light mounted above your veranda.

Screeching to a halt, Mikey quickly dismounts and races up to the front door, finding it predictably locked.

As he fumbles with his keys, unable to steady his shaking hands, his head shoots up as the door begins to open without his prompting.

There stands Shuji Hanma, and one single glance is all it takes for Manjiro’s worst fears to be realized.

The taller man is wearing a satisfied expression, long hair that previously lay in neat waves along his back and shoulders now somewhat tousled and messy. There’s clear bruising along his neck, each mark darker than the last, and worn with nothing but pride.

It only takes mere seconds for Manjiro to survey Hanma, and once the man has finished his observation of his adversary, he makes eye contact with him.

Shuji’s violet orbs are alight with mischief and satisfaction, and Mikey can feel the desire to clobber the man cause his hands to physically clench into tight fists.

“Hey bud, wasn’t expecting you back so soon. Don’t worry, I took excellent care of __ while you were gone.”

Hanma grins, a maniacal, mocking thing, and Manjiro knows for sure that he would have caught a charge had you not chosen that moment to appear.

“Manjiro?”

Looking around Hanma’s frame, Manjiro’s eyes land on you.

You look mostly the same as when he’d left you earlier, except that it was apparent that you’d recently exited the shower. A slight dampness clung to you, causing your skin to glisten in the light, and you’d changed clothes, now clad in only an overly large t-shirt.

‘__, no, please. I’m sorry.’

“Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’ll be heading out now.” Hanma's still present grin is audible in his voice, and as he goes to move around Mikey, he finds the path blocked by the smaller man.

Mikey’s breathing has picked up, and his fists have begun rhythmically clenching.

This catches your attention, bringing you a fair amount of alarm. You knew how volatile Manjiro could be when he was angered.

Quickly moving towards the pair, you place a placating hand on Manjiro's shoulder, your other hand coming to rest on Shuji's.

“It was wonderful having you over for a visit, Shuj. I’ll call you later?”

Hanma nods, and proceeds to ease around Manjiro’s slightly shaking form. The smaller man knows he’s lost the fight, and begins working on calming himself down, trying to come up with a response to you.

“Come inside Manjiro, it’s freezing out.”

2 hours earlier…

Manjiro can’t seem to shake the uneasy feeling in his gut.

‘Should I really have left her alone with Hanma?’

Mikey’s always known that Hanma had a “thing” for you. The sleazy bastard never could learn to keep his eyes and comments to himself.

Manjiro didn’t trust him, not by a long shot.

But, he did trust you.

Whether or not you knew of his unfaithfulness, he trusted that you could never bring yourself to stoop to the same level as him, especially not if you were still unaware.

'__'s not like me. She's so much better.'

Considerations about his decision to leave you with Hanma and about his next move concerning his infidelity occupied Manjiro's mind up until he made it to Ken's shop.

Parking, Mikey flicks down the kickstand, dismounting and trudging up to the door.

He's not surprised to find it open, and upon entering he calls out for his friend.

"Kenny! I'm here."

There's no response for a few seconds, before loud clanging sounds from upstairs.

The noise lasts for a few seconds more, and Mikey has half a mind to head up and see what all the commotion is about before he begins to hear footsteps descending down the stairs.

After a few moments, Mikey is able to see Ken’s face. He’s wearing a deep set scowl, the expression confusing the shorter man.

“Hey Kenny, what’s got you all frowned up?”

Though Ken makes eye contact with Mikey, he doesn’t respond, instead grumbling under his breath.

“Ooook, nevermind then.”

Making his way over to where Ken begins fumbling with some tools on one of his work benches, Mikey stands quietly watching for a short time before deciding he’s bored of just watching Ken mess around with his equipment and instead decides to head over to get a closer look at the bike Ken’s currently working on.

“Woah, what maniac still owns one of these?”

It’s a Kawasaki H2 750, colloquially known as-

“The Widowmaker.”

It’s the first time Ken speaks since making his way downstairs, and Mikey startles only slightly at the man’s sudden presence right beside him.

“750 CC’s of two stroke horsepower, enough to send a grown man flying if he’s not skilled or aware enough when mounting and starting this behemoth.”

Mikey turns to look at Ken, whose eyes are slowly roaming across the body of the motorcycle.

“Or, alternatively, if he’s too sure of himself and doesn’t give her her due regard. Overconfidence will destroy you in the end.”

Dark eyes snap to meet Mikey’s and the man can feel a sharp shiver run down the length of his spine.

“Uh…uh yeah.”

The two maintain eye contact for a few moments longer before Mikey turns, unable to keep from mulling over Ken’s words. They strike home in an oddly close way, and Mikey can feel anxiety begin bubbling up in his abdomen.

“Anyway. __ kicked you out huh?”

At that, Mikey’s head swivels quickly toward Ken, who looks at him with a dark brow raised, a somewhat amused expression on his face.

“No, I’ll have you know that I left of my own accord.”

“Any particular reason?”

Mikey debates on whether or not to tell Ken why he left, but decides telling the truth will make him look less suspicious.

And jealous.

“Hanma came over for a visit. I decided to give them space and let the friends catch up.”

Ken hums, and Mikey is slightly surprised by his lackluster reaction.

“I see. And you thought that was a smart idea?”

This gives Manjiro pause, and he fully turns to regard Ken.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” The words come out harsher than Mikey intended, and he retracts slightly.

Ken doesn’t seem fazed, and instead continues working on the bike before him.

“Oh, no reason. It’s just that not many guys I know, or guys in general I would think, would leave their wife alone in their home with another man, especially one they don’t trust.”

Now, hearing it said back to him like that, Manjiro realizes it does sound rather dumb.

‘I should have thought this through more.’

Standing from where he was crouched down, Ken makes his way over to where Mikey stands, depositing the tool in his hand in the bucket behind him and looking down towards the other man.

“Although, trust is the least thing you owe __.”

Mikey makes eye contact with Ken, whose own eyes blaze with what looks suspiciously like anger. This confuses Mikey, but more than that, he can’t ignore the loud warning bells going off in his head.

“Ken-”

“You know, you’re a real piece of work Manjiro.”

Mikey is taken aback by the use of his real name, as evidenced by the slight jerking motion his body makes.

“Ken, wha-”

“How dare you Mikey? After all that __ has done for you? After everything she endured for you? After all she’s given to you?! To have the nerve, the audacity to betray her like that, and then turn around and act like everything’s all fine and dandy. What is wrong with you?”

Mikey can feel his breathing begin to pick up, and water has begun to steadily accumulate on his lash line.

“K-Ken, how did you-”

“How did I know that you’re a cheating piece of shit?” Ken whips out his cell, pulling up the photos and shoving the device in front of Manjiro’s face.

“I saw you, idiot.”

Manjiro tries to snatch the phone and the offending images away, but Ken is quicker than him.

“No, you don’t get to sweep this all away. __ is heartbroken because of you. Her trust has been shattered, by the man she promised to do life with. You promised, Manjiro, to be loving and loyal. I was there when you said it. I never thought a day like this would come, given how important loyalty is to you. Or at least, how important it used to be.”

Ken sneers down at Manjiro, whose tears have finally begun streaming down his face.

“What the fuck are you crying for? Do you know __ didn’t shed a tear once I showed her the photos? And if she’s to be believed, which I’m certain she is over you, she hasn’t shed a tear since either.”

“Y-...you showed __ the pictures?”

Ken breathes heavily once through his nose.

“Yes, I did. She deserved to know the truth, and I wasn’t just going to sit around and carry your weight, not this time.”

Ken’s not surprised when Manjiro swings a fist his way, but he’s not quite quick enough to evade the full force of the hit.

“You son of a bitch! That wasn’t your place!”

Manjiro is seething, feeling so angry and betrayed and scared that he’s physically shaking.

The irony of the situation completely flies over his head in the moment, but Ken won’t let him go unawares.

The taller man chuckles, wiping at his slightly bleeding lip.

“You think you have any right to be angry? Imagine how __ felt, to find out her husband has been fucking some tramp behind her back for who knows how long.”

Manjiro swings again, but the time Ken successfully dodges, instead returning with a blow of his own. Manjiro’s head whips to the side, and when he faces Ken again, he’s the appearance of a feral dog.

The two begin to duke it out, exchanging hits and shouting vile words at one another.

It only stops once Ken speaks in a low tone.

“You know, you deserve whatever punishment __ decides to dish out.”

The two men have separated for the time being, each one breathing heavily, bloodied and with bruises developing along their faces and knuckles. They’ve miraculously managed not to make a mess of the shop.

They make eye contact, and Ken smirks.

“No matter who it’s with.”

Manjiro’s eyes widen as realization dawns on him at Ken’s words.

Without speaking, he bolts for his bike, quickly starting the engine and peeling away.

Back in the present moment, it’s quiet between the two of you.

Manjiro refuses to make eye contact, while you stare unabashedly at him.

“You’re bloody. You and Ken get into a fight or something?”

Manjiro winces at your bored tone. In any other circumstance, you would be much more attentive and caring if he came home with steadily forming bruises and bloodied hands.

He knows he can only blame himself for how things have changed.

It takes him a few moments to respond, but when he does the words shake around the edges.

"Y-yeah, nothing major just…a little disagreement."

"Was it about me?"

Manjiro’s head snaps up, wide obsidian eyes locked onto yours.

Your expression is as uninterested as your tone of voice.

The man flounders for a response, not wanting to tell the truth, but swiftly realizing that now is not the time to try and preserve his pride or coddle his ego.

"...Yes."

"Are you still angry?"

Manjiro stops for a moment to consider your question.

Is he still angry?

It only takes him a second to come to the conclusion.

"...No. No, I'm just….still a little shaken is all."

You hum, looking away for a moment before settling your gaze back onto your husband.

"Good."

With that, you stand, and begin making your way upstairs to your bedroom.

Manjiro watches you as you go, contemplating how on Earth he's going to repair your shattered relationship.

Minutes later, his phone rings.

This time, he blocks the number.

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lvoryingrid · 2 months

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Bonds Beyond Time

Manjiro Sano x fem!Reader

Summary: After some teasing from Draken about his hidden crush on (Y/n), Mikey decides to take action and invites her for a ride. Their journey leads to a heartfelt confession from Mikey about his feelings for (Y/n), culminating in a passionate kiss beneath the stars. (Y/n) reciprocates his feelings, leading to a moment of understanding and acceptance between them as they embrace their newfound love.

The streets of Tokyo pulsed with life as Mikey revved his motorcycle engine, the sound blending with the rhythmic beats of the city. His friends, from the times of Tokyo Manji Gang, rode alongside him, their laughter echoing through the night.

Amidst the vibrant chaos, the 28-year-old's thoughts drifted to a certain someone - (Y/n). She had always lingered in the corner of his mind, her presence igniting a warmth within him that he couldn't quite explain. Tonight, as the neon lights painted the city in a kaleidoscope of colors, Mikey found himself longing to be near her.

After their exhilarating ride through the neon-lit streets, Mikey and the guys arrived at a nearby bar, the pulsing rhythm of the city fading into the background as they stepped inside. Mikey's friends followed closely behind, their laughter filling the air as they settled into a corner booth.

Draken, always the instigator, teased Mikey relentlessly about his supposed hidden crush on (Y/n), much to Mikey's dismay. "Come on, Mikey, we all know you've got a thing for (Y/n)," Draken remarked with a sly grin, earning a chorus of laughter from the others. Mikey rolled his eyes, trying, so hard, to play it cool despite the warmth creeping into his cheeks. "Shut up, Draken. You don't know what you're talking about."

But deep down, Mikey couldn't deny the truth in Draken's words. He had harbored feelings for (Y/n) for as long as he could remember, but the thought of confessing to her filled him with both excitement and fear.

She was always there for him, his best friend, his one and only. So the thought of her rejecting his feelings and destroying their friendship shook him to the core.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Mikey found himself growing more emboldened by the minute. With each passing hour, the weight of his unspoken desires grew heavier, urging him to take action, he couldn't take it anymore.

Finally, fueled by a mixture of liquid courage and genuine longing, Mikey reached for his phone and composed a message to (Y/n), his fingers dancing across the screen with a newfound determination.

"Hey, (Y/n). I was wondering if you'd like to meet up tonight? Just the two of us."

He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the send button, before finally mustering the courage to press down. The seconds stretched into eternity as he waited for a response, his heart pounding in his chest.

And then, like a lifeline in the darkness, a reply appeared on his screen, filling him with a rush of excitement and anticipation.

"Sure, Mikey. I'd love to."

A surge of triumph washed over Mikey as he read her words, his lips curling into a satisfied grin. With newfound determination, he downed the rest of his drink and rose to his feet, his friends cheering him on with playful encouragement.

As he made his way out of the bar and into the cool night air, as he revved up his CB250T motorcycle, Mikey couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. Tonight, he would finally lay his feelings bare, no longer content to keep them hidden in the shadows.

The engine of Mikey's motorcycle roared as he navigated through the winding streets of Tokyo, his heart pounding with anticipation. Each passing moment brought him closer to (Y/n)'s apartment, and with it, the chance to finally express his feelings.

As he pulled up to the curb outside her building, Mikey's pulse quickened, his eyes scanning the windows eagerly in search of any sign of movement. And then, like a beacon in the night, he spotted her silhouette framed against the glow of the streetlights, her presence sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him.

There she was amidst the darkness, like a beacon drawing people in with its ethereal glow and leaving them spellbound in its wake. (Y/n) exuded a timeless elegance that captivated everyone fortunate enough to lay eyes on her.

Her eyes were the first thing that caught his attention. They sparkled with a warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts, radiating kindness and compassion with every glance.

Her smile was a work of art, lighting up her face with a brilliance that could rival the sun itself. It was infectious, spreading joy and happiness wherever it went, a testament to the beauty that resided within her soul.

Her skin was smooth and flawless, kissed by the gentle caress of the moon. It glowed with a natural radiance that seemed to illuminate the world around her, leaving those who beheld it in awe of her sheer perfection.

Breaking away from his thoughts he called out "(Y/n)!", the excitement evident in his voice "How about we go for a ride? Just you and me." (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "A ride?" Mikey grinned mischievously, the thrill of the moment coursing through his veins. "Yeah, why not? It'll be fun, I promise."

With a tentative nod, (Y/n) agreed, her heart fluttering with anticipation. As Mikey helped her onto the back of his motorcycle, their bodies pressed close together, igniting a spark that seemed to electrify the air around them.

As they rode through the neon-lit streets, the wind whipping through her (h/c) hair, Mikey couldn't shake the feeling of euphoria that surged through him. With each twist and turn, he felt himself drawn closer to (Y/n), his desire burning brighter than ever before.

And then, as he pulled to a stop beneath a canopy of stars, Mikey found himself unable to hold back any longer. Half-drunk on adrenaline and longing, he turned to face (Y/n), his heart pounding in his chest.

"(Y/n)," he began, his voice raw with emotion, the cool night air flowing through his black hair. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I've been keeping inside for far too long." (Y/n) gazed at him, her (e/c) eyes filled with curiosity and hope. "What is it, Mikey?"

Taking a deep breath, Mikey reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he brushed them against her cheek. "I... I've always had feelings for you, (Y/n). Ever since we were young, you've been on my mind, driving me crazy with every smile, every word."

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat, her heart racing with a mix of disbelief and what he could describe as joy. "Mikey, I..."

But before she could say another word, Mikey pressed his lips against hers, a surge of passion coursing through him like a wildfire. In that moment, beneath the blanket of stars and the hum of the city.

Breaking the kiss he found his hands on her waist, her bright (e/c) eyes staring back at his, as she asked "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Mikey's heart swelled with warmth at (Y/n)'s question, her smile lighting up the darkness like a beacon of hope. He returned her gaze, his own smile tinged with a hint of bashfulness.

"I guess I was scared," he admitted, his voice soft yet sincere. "Scared of ruining our friendship, scared of being rejected. But tonight, I realized that keeping my feelings hidden was hurting us both. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you without ever knowing if there could be something more between us."

(Y/n)'s smile softened, her eyes shimmering with understanding and affection. She reached out, gently cupping his cheek in her hand.

"You silly man," she teased gently, her voice filled with fondness. "You should have known that you could never ruin our friendship. And as for rejection, well, I could never turn away from someone as genuine and caring as you."

Mikey's heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of relief flooding through him like a tidal wave. In that moment, he felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind only a profound sense of gratitude and love.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Thank you for understanding, for accepting me despite my flaws." (Y/n) smiled, her touch soft and reassuring against his skin. "There's nothing to thank me for, Mikey. We're in this together, now and always."

Masterlist

#tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #manjiro sano #mikey sano #sano mikey manjiro #tr mikey #tr spoilers #tokrev #fluff #tr fluff #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #tokrev manjiro #tr time skip #tokyo rev x reader

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sy3ra · 1 year

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tokyo rev series; when it's your birthday

episode II

sano manjiro

•forgets your birthday, literally.

•only remembers when ken-chin greets you

•tells you he knew it was your birthday and he was only testing you (this dude)

•plans a surprise date for you.

•he gifts you different dorayaki flavors to try.

•long rides around tokyo on his CB250T.

•once you two come back, the whole toman surprises you with a party. Meaning they accept you as a member of the gang (AWWWW)

"happy birthday [name]-chin! you're so old now, I should call you grandma *laughs*"

matsuno chifuyu

•never forgets your birthday.

•plans everything so you can have fun and you can relax on you special day.

•buys you your favorite food and a cat plushie.

•you absolutely love the plushie and hugged it almost all the time.

• poor fuyu got jealous and threw away your plushie.

•he made you hug him instead, you almost exploded from the cuteness overload.

•you two spent the day in each other's presence and with peke j.

"happy birthday [name], I made this day even more special just for you. Also forget about that plushie you have me anyways :<"

haitani rindou

•never forgets your birthday (2)

•this dude is the 2nd best boyfriend according to the character book.

•takes you away from anyone so you can sit tight and relax.

•gifts you a customized teddy bear that looks a bit like him.

•also gifts you your favorite flowers.

•becomes the small spoon just for this day, you two watch the sunset together in each other's arms (CUTEEEE)

"happy birthday [name], I'm glad you were born."

haitani ran

•absolutely pampers you to the core.

•takes you out on a fancy dinner.

•does the chores so you won't get tired and so you won't have to do anything for today.

•he puts on a vinyl record and you two slow dance together in the living room.

•gifts you the things you've always wanted but could never get.

•spends the rest of the night playing video games.

"congratulations on surviving another year with me [name] 'laughs* just kidding, happy birthday darling"

baji keisuke

•forgets your birthday (2)

•chifuyu reminds him about it and oh shit he panics.

•he doesn't know what to do, he isn't a romantic type of boyfriend but he tries his very best.

•chifuyu helps him with it.

•he ends up giving you a [color of choice] kitten which you absolutely loved.

•tries and tries to make you very happy today. He loves hearing your laugh.

•you, chifuyu and him celebrated your birthday with a mini party at baji's apartment.

•takes you out on a ride so you can spend some alone time together.

"happy birthday [name],i'll let you keep the cat just don't replace me with him"

kokonoi hajime

•spoils you to the core

•let's you buy anything you want.

•he doesn't actually know what he's doing, he just asked inupi.

•makes a box filled with places you've never visited and lets you pick out where to go.

•he doesn't care how expensive it is, he just wants you to be happy today.

•expensive and fancy dinner just for you.

•gifts you a big bouquet filled with your favorite flowers.

•he loves seeing you happy.

"happy birthday,love. You don't look older but you definitely don't look younger either way *bleh*"

kurokawa izana

•this man is a cold person but he tries to be a good boyfriend to you. I think.

•he gifts you handmade stuff, even though it doesn't look that presentable you love them anyways.

•gifts you your favorite book and..one of his hoodies.

•tries to make you happy but he doesn't think he makes you happy enough (AWW BABY)

•you say he makes you the happiest person in the world and that reasures him.

•he cooks dinner for you, you were honestly surprised he could cook.

•you spend the day with him at home watching movies.

"happy birthday [name], did I make you the happiest person today?"

sano shinichiro

•forgets your birthday (3)

•he's a busy man but for today he won't work for you.

•buys you flowers and baked goods

•movie marathon!! he's scared shitless at the movie and you were just there laughing because the mighty shinichiro is scared.

•recreates your first date, so you two can reminisce the day you first started dating.

•mikey and emma builds a fort so you all can camp out in the living room and tell scary stories to each other.

•shin was scared of your stories and his siblings were laughing so hard.

•cuddles with you all night after.

"Happiest birthday [name], wherever the year takes us, I hope we'll be happy"

...next episode: (still thinking)

-Mayven.

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paroslineage · 1 month

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Mistake

Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

TW : Blood, Reader Death, Canon Divergence.

This is my own original idea and the characters of TR do not belong to me but Ken Wakui. Do not steal :/

Genre : Fluff to Angst.

It was only a mistake....

09:42 P.M. was the time when it took place...

All it took was one regrettable action and a pair of Bolt Cutters...

It never meant to happen...

...

9:18 P.M.

"Shini~" You lovingly called out to your fiancé, elongating the last syllable.

"Yes darling?" Shinichiro replied chuckling oh so handsomely for someone who got rejected 20 times.

"When are you going to finish?" You whined wanting to just cuddle with your Shinichiro

"Just a minute more dear." Shinichiro replied lovingly and patiently.

You sigh purposefully to make him feel bad which actually does the job of getting Shinichiro to get the fixing wrapped up.

He sauntered over to you his usual boyish charming smile that made your knees weak. That was your first reason to fall for the older Sano in the first place afterall. After all the unsuccessful times of getting a girlfriend he finally found you...

His Diamond.

His one and only one.

Until the action took place unfortunately...

You both were now in the garage lobby room frolicking around.

"Hey Shini..?" You broke the silence first

"Hm..yes darling?" Shinichiro's deep voice replied to you.

"I can't wait to get married to you...can you believe that its in in one week?!" you exclaimed Excitedly.

Shinichiro chuckled at your excited tone and his deep obsidian eyes followed your every happy moment as you danced about adorably.

He strided towards you and gathered you into his arms holding you lovingly and firmly having no intentions to ever let go as he peered down at you with nothing but fondness and extreme devotion towards you ...his fiancée

"Me too darling...me too...I'm just waiting just so I can call you my wifey."

"You know? I'm still waiting for Mikey's,Emma's and Izana's reaction when I'm officially their Nee-San."

You sigh happily to which Shinichiro looks down at you with heart in his eyes and his heart swelling twice for the love you had for his dear siblings.

"And you know that you have the freedom to call me 'wifey' even now right?" You retorted in a playful sassy tone.

"Can't blame a man for having his goals right?" His eyes turned dark with desire as he held your bronze gaze locked in a heated manner.

You chuckle in amusement and slap his chest playfully making him give you a wide lopsided grin of his and leaned in to claim your soft and supple lips.

CLATTER!

Both of you freeze and maintain eye contact and suddenly fall quiet you clutching onto him scared and he reciprocates by holding you fiercely to his chest wanting to protect you.

"What was that?" You spoke quietly in a perturbed tone.

"I think some bastard broke in the garage ....stay here darling ...can't risk you getting hurt alright? I'll be back in no time I love you." Shinichiro kissed your temple tenderly before moving towards the garage with extreme caution.

"Be safe honey.."

"I will baby, dont worry."

Before an hour.

"Hey Kazutora. Where are we going?"

"Well, Mikey's birthday's coming up, right? we're gonna give him a present!"

"A present like what?"

"A CB250T, just come on."

Outside S.S MOTORS.

"This is the place."

"Here?"

"This bike shop."

"A CB250T..."

"Let's steal it ♡."

"What?! We can't just steal it!"

"We can't?"

"There's no way Mikey would be happy...if we got one that way."

"You dumbass. He doesn't need to know the details. The only way middle schoolers like us can get one is if someone older gives one to us, or we steal one."

"..."

Inside the Restaurant.

"What're you freaking out for? I sure the tank's not empty. Easy peasy."

"...You dumbass. That's not the problem here I'm telling you, stealing is bad."

"You wanna see Mikey happy, don't you?~ This is the bike he's always dreamed of."

"Yeah, but..."

"Come on don't back out now~"

"...Fine..."

Current Time 9:27.

"Kazutora..."

"You always complain..But here you are, right by my side again. Let's go."

"Seriously? It opened.."

"Whoa, no security alarms or anything? Sweet ♡. What're you doing, Baji?"

"Are we really gonna do this, Kazutora."

"Keep it down."

"There's no turning back, dude. Are we really gonna do this,Kazutora?"

"just shut up. is it this way?"

...

"Look, Baji. It's the CB250T!".

"It's so awesome."

"Wait this thing isn't new."

"Yeah, its here for maintainance..It's a total custom job. Look at those thick wheels. This bike... I'm sure Mikey would look super badass on it."

"All right, let me see it. Damn it...It's not breaking off easy."

"Hurry up."

"It's so hard!...I got it!"

"All right! Let's roll it out. Yes! It's got gas in the tank. it'll start.

"It's too soon for that. I'm gonna go outside and open the shutters."

"R-Right. Got it."

This might actually work, Kazutora.

"Yeah. I can just see Mikey's beaming face now."

"Yeah. You're gonna have the best birthday ever, Mikey!"

Currently.

"Hey!...the hell? we gettin' robbed? whose shop you think you're breakin' into, huh?"

"Shit! He's got a weapon! What do we do?!"

"you little bastards ...you're not gonna get away!"

"What do we do?! He totally saw my face! Even if we make it out of here, we'll be arrested! What should we do?!"

"Hey...you look familiar."

"Huh?!"

"Is that you, Keisuke?"

"Shi...Shinichiro-kun? Why...What are you doing here?"

"What? Well, this is my shop."

"It's your..."

Meanwhile with you.

You were worried sick thinking why hadn't Shinichiro returned yet?

So you decided that you will go to him instead.

You went to the garage and saw Shinichiro talking to little Keisuke.

Keisuke's breath hitched and started trembling as he saw you...

...

His older sister ...

Y/N Baji...

"Hmm...What ....Kei....is that you....?.."You spoke unsure, squinting your eyes in the dark to see better.

"Honey?"

"Nee-san?..."

What You and Shinichiro did not see was Kazutora sneaking up on Shinichiro with a pair of bolt cutters...

Keisuke noticed and his eyes widened as he tried to stop his best buddy Kazutora.

"Kazutora, don't!" Baji had his eyes widened to the point of just dots.

Crack!

Just as Shinichiro was about to get hit you stepped in between Shinichiro and took the hard brunt force to your head before falling down harshly.

Thud!

"Let's get the hell outta here, Baji!"

Baji left the bike which fell to the floor and ran towards the couple.

"Nee-San..Nee-San! What the hell did you do Kazutora?!"

"What was I supposed to do?! He saw us but she came in between!"

"Baby...my darling...hey ...wake up!" Shinichiro fell to his knees and scampered to your body cradling it.

"Nee-San?..." Kazutora smiled confused

"She...she...she's my older sister!" Baji replied with an anguished tone, his teary eyes not leaving your face.

Kazutora dropped the bolt cutters and started trembling as he took in your appearance, bleeding furiously from the forehead.

Meanwhile Shinichiro was in another distress.

"Hey...Y/N ...hey wifey ...get up please get up." He uttered loudly as he cradled your cold, limp body rocking you back and forth to ease his anxiety and shaking.

and Keisuke was...

"Nee-San I'm sorry...I'm sorry Nee-San please wake up." Keisuke sobbed violently as he fell to his knees and tried to crawl towards Shinichiro and you.

"Why..why is he crying?" Kazutora had a shaky grin as he pointed towards the broken man.

"Y/N Nee-San is.....is Shinichiro-kun's Fiancée!"

the following words make Kazutora's trembling worse.

"...Fiancée..."

"What are you standing there for?! Call the ambulance!!" Keisuke barked at Kazutora in distress.

Still Kazutora could not move as he was having a panic attack.

Shinichiro fell awfully quiet has he looked down at you. his obsidian eyes now dull and diminished ..your face peaceful ..had it not been the blood running down your temple he would have thought that you were sleeping peacefully without any care in the world.

Suddenly Shinichiro wailed in anguish clutching you closer to his chest and possibly heart...

hearing such a wail, both Baji and Kazutora froze in their places their eyes darting to the couple.

One had revenge on his mind.

One was In a state absolute anguish and distress mourning for his beloved.

and

One was sobbing incoherently apologizing without his cause.

...

oh right ....it was 9:42 P.M.

The sound of the ambulance and police sirens came came from a distance but neither of them both tried to move.

as one was shaking in his boots claiming that

it's all Mikey's fault...

and

the other one having his bronze hued eyes stuck to couple more precisely the black haired woman that laid perfectly still in Mikey's older brother's arms as he cried to no one, his voice raspy as he quietly begged for you to get up.

Keisuke thinking that how will he face his own mother now?

Ryoko Baji. The mother of two, her eldest daughter

Y/N Baji and youngest son Keisuke Baji.

Well now deceased daughter....

the police soon came into the vicinity with the paramedics trying to pry your body from the black haired man's grip as the he tried his best to keep you with himself helplessly.

Meanwhile the police arrested both the kids and had them escorted outwards.

Kazutora kept uttering only one thing ...

"It's all Mikey's fault.."

and Baji was somber, dead within beautiful bronze eyes dulled with now his beloved Nee-San gone.

as they were both getting escorted towards the police car Mikey came to the crime scene looking clueless and as he met Baji's eyes.

"Baji! What's wrong... What's happening?" Mikey who had just arrived to the crime scene completely clueless asked Baji innocently with a frantic tone.

Baji could only tearfully apologize with a heavy anguished voice

"Mikey ...I'm sorry."

Mikey darted his eyes behind Baji and saw paramedics carrying your bloodied corpse on a stretcher and his beloved aniki Shinichiro begging them not to take you away from him and he clutched onto your pale limp hand for dear life.

Mikey understood what had happened... What took place while he was at home...

But for Baji

...

Well what was he apologizing for?

...

For that one Mistake that never intended to happen.

Not to you at least...

#fem reader #angst #angst no comfort #reader death #shinichiro sano #tokrev shinichiro #tr shinichiro #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x you #tw death #oneshot

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seraphdreams · 1 year

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PART II — BLINDING LIGHTS.

“sin city’s cold and empty”

CONTAINS. fem!reader, fingering/cunnilingus, bimbo reader <3, haitanis being asses, squirting.

TODAY’S RACERS. senju kawaragi v. manjirou sano.

WORD COUNT. 1.9k.

LINKS. series masterlist — general masterlist.

Onto the second race—The most anticipated so far; tonight’s set of racers were tinkering with their bikes. Sounds of sonorous music from overhead speakers, the revving of engines, and a pleasant fuse of chattering were heard from the main gate. After the events of the first race, you accompanied Koko, helping him collect more money while sitting pretty on his lap. The others didn’t have to know that you were cockwarming him as well, it shouldn’t come as a surprise with the way you practically writhe in his hold.

The bets being placed seem to favor one side over the other which raises your query. “Haji, who’s racing this time?” He’s silent as if your words fell flat once they managed to leave your lips and you wait, hoping he’d respond in the next few seconds. Of course he doesn’t and you call out for him again. “Haji!” He’s finally snapped out of his money-induced focus, snake-like eyes locked onto yours. “Hm?”

You sigh, almost defeated before starting up. “I asked who was racing tonight. Don’t the bets seem a little unfair?”

He sets the money down onto the table behind you. “It’s a bet, of course it’s unfair.” He straightens his posture, lithe hands coming to rest at the plush fat of your hips. “We got an amateur up against Mikey. She’s stupid if she thinks she has a chance.”

“She?” You perk up, a bit more immersed in the topic at hand. “Who’s she?”

Koko’s eyes relax and his pupils narrow as if he’d grown annoyed. He goes back to counting the fat wad of cash, making sure the amount remains consistent. “Sanzu’s little sister.”

Before you had the chance to react, the blaring music stops and the announcer starts.

TEN MINUTES TO RACE 2.

Had you not heard Mochi’s voice on the speaker, you’d forget that you actually have a job to do. You hastily make your way off Kokonoi’s lap, attempting to not wince at the friction while patting your skirt back in place. “Gotta go, Haji! Put $1,000 from me to Senju, please!” You sing-song, trotting in Miu Miu heels on the way to the main road.

“I swear, that girl..” Koko mumbles under his breath, more affectionate than vexed, tucking himself back into his slacks and continuing with the task on hand, setting your specified amount into Senju’s pile.

The racers’ garage space was feeling tense compared to the previous race. Whereas Baji and Kazutora exchanged playful banter, there was silence between Mikey and Senju. Heel trotting filled the silence as you walked onto Mikey’s side of the garage. He really seemed to never want to let that CB250T go, instead having his “anii-ki”modify it once every few years.

“How’s it going, Boss?” Mikey’s kneeled against his bike, seemingly messing with the engine—or maybe it’s the gas? You weren’t too into motorized vehicles but you knew they looked nice. He looks up at you through strands of ivory white hair, his familiar emotionless glance. “It’s good.” He wasn’t much for conversation, especially with you, yet it wasn’t enough to get your spirits down. “Good luck with the race, i’m sure you’ll do great!”

For the first time that you’ve seen it, a hint of a smile quirks on his lips. He softly nods his head and continues to tinker around with the large piece of metal. You redirect yourself to Senju’s side, almost in awe at her setup.

“Senju!” You beam, taking in her appearance. She’d always been a gorgeous girl but seeing her in her tight black biker suit, cherry blossom embroidery around the ankles with the zipper showing an overflowing amount of her chest, you’re left speechless. “Hey, cutie.” She responds, wheeling her bike out of the garage. You get the incentive to follow her along, assuming she’s heading to the start line. “You look so pretty! Forget what the others say, I think you’re gonna win a hundred percent!”

Her eyes widen in adoration, matching your unshakable optimism. “I know I am! I’ll have those fuckers amazed.” You nod along with her, eyes flitting from her cleavage to back to her emerald orbs. She really did resemble her brother in every way. Soon after, Mikey also makes his way to the start line. It’s about two minutes to the race and you make sure to give each of them a kiss on the cheek before heading to your position in between them with your flags in hand.

Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu watch from above on one of the higher floors, looking down at the events taking place beneath them. “God, she’s cute.” Rindou groans, a glass of dark sake in his hand as his older brother hangs off his shoulder. “That’s your little sister, right, Haru?” Ran queries, finding the utmost entertainment in how Sanzu glowers at him.

“Maybe we should fuck her in the back of our car later, yeah? What do you think, Rinnie?”

Rindou takes a quick glance at Sanzu before looking at his brother. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Sanzu’s quick to find somewhere else to watch the race, ticked off at their usual Haitani antics. “You both disgust me.” He growls out, pouring himself a glass of Whiskey. “Love you too.” Ran throws over his shoulder.

FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

The racers take off on the track as soon as your checkered flag grazes against the pavement. There was no denying the excitement welled up inside you as you watched the race go on. It seemed like a close match all the way up until the end where Senju pulled her speed out of nowhere, being the first at the finish line despite her lack of racing experience.

She hops off her bike, taking her helmet off and tussling her hair back in place, the widest grin on her face. “Congratulations, Sen! I told you, you’d win for sure!” You hand her the gold trophy with another peck to her cheek. Mikey comes in soon after, looking at the scene in disbelief.

“Guess I lucked out, Invincible Mikey.” Senju taunts at her opponent, nonchalantly waving her trophy around in one hand.

After her bout of throwing jeers at Mikey, you begin to speak again. “Why don’t we celebrate a little in your room?” You suggest. With the quirk of her brow, she knew exactly what you were suggesting, wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you up the steps. “Why don’t we?”

Following her to her suite took less than an ample amount of time, the two of you dexterously sifting through the crowd of people awaiting the next race. Once you got to her room, she sits at the edge of the bed, slowly unzipping the one piece as if she had planned on teasing you.

You watch as her breasts spill from out of their tight confines, pert nipples hardened and slightly lacquered in sweat. “No bra, Sen? Bold girl.” The last words come out as a softer whisper while you make your way between her thighs, kneeling. “Just thought it’d be more comfy.”

Once the zipper reaches its stop at her lower abdomen, she’s slipping out of her outfit, discarding the garment off to the side and leaving herself in nothing but pink lacy panties. The damp spot of her slick is visible through her panties from where you kneel, eyes locked on how she throbs even without touch. Little by little, you pull her thong down until it ruffles at her ankles, slipping them off completely and tossing them to the side. She’s wet, puffy folds covered in essence and clit twitching ever so slightly; as if it’d been awaiting you.

Carefully, you delve your tongue into her core, keeping it still for a short moment until you begin to use the muscle to aid in her pleasure. “A-ah!” Docile whimpers fall from her lips at the initial sensation and her hands grasp at her chest, kneading the flesh as if it’d give her leverage in some way. It was cute how quickly she reigned flustered. The light dusting of pink across her cheeks complimenting her angel-like features in the best way. On behalf of her tomboy-esque facade, she was quite the pillow princess.

Her little cunt tightens around your tongue, a slow rocking rhythm building up within her body as she throws her head back. The rising and falling of her chest in tandem with those cute fucking whimpers has one hand dipping underneath your pleated skirt, middle finger lightly rubbing your clit. “Please—Please don’t stop..” She rasps, light and airy voice coated with desperation. You opt to replace your tongue with your fingers, stuffing two of your digits inside her hole while your tongue flicks at her clit.

Louder and louder, her moaning gets, as if she shredded her sense of shame and gave into the temptation of pleasure. You switch between licking to sucking on the sensitive numb, watching how she grows dumber and dumber from each touch. The fingers on your clit work faster and so do the digits pumping in and out of Senju.

You might as well have been making out with her pussy the way you sloppily sucked and licked at her clit and folds. There’s no doubt she’s close when you feel her core tighten around your fingers. “G-Gonna make a, fuck, big mess..” She whines through soft mewling. Your fingers work at lightning speed to inch her closer to sweet release, your own orgasm building within you.

You watch her abdomen flex and relax repeatedly as if a surge shot through her, the warm sensation of liquid orgasm dripping from your fingers and down her thighs. You drink in all she has to offer, continuing to lick at her clit, reveling in the way her pussy spurts more and more essence in her aftershocks. You moan against her heat, feeling your own release just seconds away.

Before you could even react, your body is convulsing and cunt creaming all over your fingers. You were rather sensitive from previous activities which heightened the intensity of your orgasm, sonorous cries leaving your lips.

The two of you take a haste moment to collect your breathing, slowly peeling away from each other. “Sen, you’re so pretty when you squirt.” You compliment as you slide into her lap. She leans back amongst the sheets naturally, strands of soft pink haired splayed across the fabric. “‘S real embarrassing.” Her response comes out in the form of a light chuckle, quickly getting silenced by your cum-slicken fingers pressed to her lips. Instinctively, she wraps her lips around the digits, closing her eyes and moaning at the saccharine taste of you. When you pull your fingers away, you make sure to give her a salacious kiss to her lips.

The kiss grows deeper until you’re quickly pulled aback by firm knocks to the door.

“Next race starts soon.” The voice from the other side says. You come to recognize it instantly as Mikey from his monotonous airing. You hop off Senju’s lap, attempting to clothe her with one of the blankets on the bed before heading to the door.

“What a sore loser.” She states as you walk off, and just before opening the door, you reply.

“I know, right?”

#senju x reader #senju kawaragi x reader #senju smut #mikey x reader #mikey sano x reader #manjirou sano x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #tokyo revengers smut #mikey smut #tr x reader #tr smut #senju x you #senju x y/n

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yanderederee · 10 months

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Boys on Bikes

A discussion piece about motorcycles!

Also note; these Motorcycles were Modified in the anime, since that’s what you did in a Biker Gang lol. The individuality of these loud modifications made them one-of-a-kind bikes! So stuff like Kazutora’s Windshield and Baji’s second-seater are not apart of the original design.

More Discussion Pieces here: BozosokuCulture

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Mikey - Honda: CB250t, Hawk (1978) / Scooter**

Draken - Kawasaki: Zephyr 400 (1989)

Baji - Suzuki: GSX250e (1984)

Kazutora - Kawasaki: KH400, Rocket (1976-80)

Mitsuya - Suzuki GSX400FS, Impulse (1982) *my personal favorite

Now listen.

There is something to be said about Mikey’s scooter.

This Scooter is fucking impossible to find. So much so I’m questioning it’s existence**.

(I also really like how Draken confirmed that most of the guys got their Bikes via Hand-me-down or through connections by their Senpai’s lol) / Besides Baji? Who I think found his.

** Honda came out with a lot of ‘scooter types’ in the early 2000’s, but nothing for the Hawk models.

I found this really hidden away Giorno 50cc model from 1995, and Japan did remodel them 2011-2022 era, so maybe this was the inspiration? But if you look at the Nose the Headlight of MIKEY’S Scooter, they closely resemble the Elite Model more.

Like ?? The Elite and Metropolitan models are the closest I could actually find.

Interesting.

—-…

I was raised around the Harley Davidson mechanic shops my dad owned/worked at, I wish I remembered which one he’d drive me around on as a kid, but we’re no longer close.

I could make a Part2 to this too lmao..

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev headcanons #toman mikey #Manjiro sano #tokyo rev draken #draken #Baji Keisuke #Baji #Kazutora #kazutora hanemiya #mitsuya #Mitsuya Takashi

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gaoau · 4 months

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summer with(out) you

he's warm one day and so cold the next one. she makes sure he stays warm forever.

pairing — sano shinichiro x fem!reader warnings — sensitive topics; descriptions of blood and death. word count — 2.8k

it's the morning of august 13th when [name] awakens.

she reaches for her phone first thing, shutting down the alarm blaring in her ears. a fuzzy haze wraps around her head. as she squints at the characters on the screen, she recognizes a blinding fog covering her eyes. she blinks it away. dozens of notifications line up underneath the reminder that her device is still set to do not disturb. thousands of missed calls from benkei and waka, billions of messages piling up one on top of the other.

she knows things will never be the same.

sano shinichiro is dead.

the day goes by in a blur. she remembers debating with the silence of her own room. she remembers striking her fists at waka's propped-up palms. she remembers hollering voiceless pleas so shinichiro would come back. she remembers bawling her eyes out in benkei's arms. the five stages of grief burn in her mind at the same time as she fluctuates through all of them back and forth in the span of a few hours.

when she stands solemnly outside s.s motors, she forcefully digs her nails into her palms. she wants to set it all on fire. she wants to keep it in her memory forever. she wants to forget and she wants to save. she wants to grieve in what was their shared safe haven, but now it's a fucking crime scene and completely blocked off.

behind her, she hears her friends and their voices calling out to her. she doesn't turn around to face them. if she looks away, it all might just disappear. she gulps for courage. the hot summer air pierces and burns her nose even if it's almost midnight. a deep breath is all she needs to break past the barricade of warnings to not enter.

there's a sickening bloodstain on the floor. her brain oscillates between the reality of her loss and the denial of her grief. she can't even glance at the remnants of shinichiro for too long. she can't believe a crimson puddle is all that's left of him.

the shop is quiet—a suffocating quietude. she averts her eyes towards the bikes and equipment; there stands the CB250T he was planning to gift manjiro. it's all colored with the painful hue of his absence. [name] doesn't understand why it feels so cold in here.

the clock hanging on the wall ticks time away. the seconds weigh more than the minutes and the hours stretch into eons. her anguish and distress seem cheap in the face of how long shinichiro has been gone. she cowers in fear at the threats the passing numbers bark at her. the more she lets it pass, the more she stands alone.

"i miss you so bad…" she croaks in a broken voice. it echoes in the solitude. her eyes squeeze shut to avoid acknowledging her tears as she chokes back a sob. "i miss you so, so bad, shin…" the emptiness he left behind is just so jarring. it pierces through her chest relentlessly and she knows she'd be better off with bullet wounds. it would hurt less.

things will never be the same.

but she'll make it so they stay the same forever.

it's the morning of august 12th when [name] opens her eyes again.

sunlight pours in through the window, caressing over her face to make her stir awake. she sits up and digs the base of her palms into her eyes to rub the sleep away. her back aches after lying on the hard floor all night. when she catches sight of shinichiro sprawled out by her side, it's all forgotten.

there's a small puddle of drool beside his face, falling from nowhere other than his open mouth. he has the audacity to snore. [name] exaggerates a gag as she brings her foot up to his chest to kick him out of his dreamland. shinichiro startles awake in an instant.

"what? what happened? are you okay? what's wrong?"

she bursts into amused cackles at his frantic, groggy mumbles. the sound of her laughter makes him blink repeatedly to reorient himself. [name]'s image comes into view, cheeks flushed with joy. he doesn't know what's so funny, but he joins her anyway.

her chortles fade into giggles when his voice overpowers hers. she lets his laughter ring melodiously in her ears, better than any alarm she's ever woken up to. she's learned to appreciate the little things about her friends. anything coming from him is worth admiring.

shinichiro takes a little too long to notice she's staring at him so intently. he raises a brow at her. a smirk curls his lips. "finally falling for me?"

she sticks her tongue out at him. "not a chance. i'm wondering how long it'll take you to wipe that disgusting drool off your face."

his fingertips reach up to his chin to find the dripping saliva sticking to his skin. [name] regrets being friends with this man the moment he uses her shirt to wipe his face clean. she slaps her palm against his forehead to push him away. "good morning, [name]," shinichiro struggles to pronounce behind her hand. he grips tightly onto her waist.

"yeah, good morning, shin." she'll have to change out of this shirt and chuck it into an incinerator. peeling his arms off her, she manages to slip away from his grabby hold. as she stands, he crumbles on the floor again and [name] eyes him unimpressed. "i'm gonna go home and take a shower. i think there's bike oil in my hair."

"but what about breakfast?!" he whines on the ground. his fingers reach towards her, barely brushing the skin of her ankles when she steps away.

"what do i look like? your servant?"

"my love."

she bursts into loud cackles that could easily rival a chicken. he smiles up at her because at least he made her laugh. "yeah, not happening. we can meet at the family mart in an hour. we shou—"

"oh, a date!"

"—should tell benkei and waka."

"double date!"

shinichiro sits up as he watches her disappear towards the back of the shop. her giggles dissipate into the summer sun when she closes the door behind her. he catches her voice in the distance, "i'll see you later, shin!" and takes it as his cue to start his day too.

it's the middle of the day on august 12th when [name] is standing outside their frequented family mart.

she doesn't know what's taking her three idiots so long inside the store. she's already chosen and paid for her food, but the other indecisive dumbasses are still browsing the shelves. please, let them hurry the fuck up because the heat is really starting to get to her.

she hears the automatic doors open and a wave of cold, artificial air slams against her back. it makes her stagger forward. her throat clogs up as she chokes on her own spit. shinichiro's voice behind her is a distant echo while a deafening ringing drills into her ears. she winces in pain at the dull ache pounding on her temples, numbing her head. her feet stumble aimlessly when her vision becomes foggy.

it leaves as soon as it comes. it simply rattled her brain to remind her. time is running out.

it's unbearably hot on this scorching summer day, but [name] is more than thankful to know shinichiro's got good reflexes. he catches her by the arm and pulls her back into stability before she can faint. "here, have some water," he advises while bringing his own water bottle to her lips. "you okay, babe?"

she shoves the bottle away only to choke out, "don't call me babe," in a horribly raspy voice.

waka snorts, "she's good."

"no, really, you okay?" there's laughter but so much concern.

"yeah, yeah, just got light-headed." she wordlessly switches the bottle he opened for her with her own sealed one. she makes sure to pay him back for at least this one thing when she's too late to repay what he's done through the years. "c'mon, boys, let's get a move on." and again, she's quiet when she presses her shoulder against shinichiro's.

he peers at her with wiggling brows at the sudden contact. "where we headed?"

"the beach, obviously."

"anything for you, my queen."

[name]'s shoulders bounce with laughter when he playfully bumps into her. she doesn't have the time to hesitate and slips her fingers into his clammy hand. she grasps him tightly to never let him go. shinichiro eyes her curiously, but all she needs to explain herself is a firm squeeze. he doesn't know the catastrophe he'll unintentionally cause with his parting.

they hop onto his bike as if it were routine—at some point, it became one. he revs his engine while she makes herself comfortable behind him. his dark eyes find her gaze from over his shoulder. "ready to race?"

"i hate you."

"oh, yeah?"

"don't do it."

one more ear-piercing rev and he speeds down the street, his two friends following behind. [name] scrambles to wrap her arms around his torso. his joyous cackles ring above the roaring of his engine. she feels him vibrate with glee under her touch, and although her heart wants to leap out of her mouth, she basks in the natural warmth of his body.

the blood runs through his veins and keeps him alive. he's alive. he's here and he's warm and he's alive. he's with her, he's right in front of her; she can see his face and hear his voice and she's holding onto him.

shinichiro glances behind his shoulder once more. she looks into his dark eyes and allows them to trap her soul completely. she really doesn't want anything without him in it. he grins at her with so much brightness. her memory shines down on all of him to ingrain it forever.

it's the afternoon of august 12th when [name] sprints on the sand.

she's darting away from shinichiro and the dead fish in his hand. her feet only allow so much speed as she runs along the shore, naked toes leaving footprints on the humid beach that he follows. he gets a little too close and it's the perfect opportunity to fling the fish at her.

it's disgustingly wet when it hits her shirt and bounces back towards shinichiro. a shrill stream of curses slips from her tongue, cringing at the stench of the makeshift weapon. [name] whips around instantly, just in time to watch as shinichiro steps accidentally on the fish and tumbles to the ground.

roaring cackles bloom between the two of them; shinichiro lies on the sand while clutching his stomach in joy, [name] runs out of air as the waves creep closer and lick at her feet. she kicks water at his face in revenge. he rises briefly to tackle her head-first into the sea.

"no!" she hollers between giggles and strands of black hair that are not hers, "shin! my shirt!"

"oh, my bad, let me do your shorts, too." and he effortlessly throws her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before dropping her fully into the water.

he stands above her, chortling away at the disheveled state of her hair sticking to her face. when [name] props herself up on her elbows, spitting salt water from her mouth, she feels her head pound again. the sun drapes like a veil over shinichiro from the back as it encapsulates him in an ethereal glow. his face is shadowed, but she can still see the charming grin curling his lips.

then he blurs out of sight.

the more she stares at him, the more she fails to see him clearly. she hears his voice calling her name, and she can make out the shape of his hand in front of her. she wants to grasp his hand so tightly. before she understands what is happening, she's sinking into his arms and he's welcoming her despite being soaked.

concern twists his features. his lips brush against her ear when he whispers, "you good?"

instead of replying, [name] holds him even closer to her. her face buries in his chest as the world around her becomes upright once more. time is really running out. he doesn't know, but it's running out. she wishes she could tell him, but it's running out.

shinichiro hugs her back even if it's unusual. "d'you wanna head back, baby?"

a chuckle rumbles from the back of her throat. she playfully pinches his skin and makes him hiss. "don't call me that."

"no, but do you?"

"not really." because if they go, he'll leave her forever. because their last day together will come to an end. because there are billions of things left to say that he won't remember.

"let's go."

shinichiro pulls away from the unexpected embrace, offering her a gentle simper. he tugs at her wrist to get her moving. the sea loops around their ankles once more, almost begging them to stay a little longer so that time will kindly stop. she watches his back retreat as he strides towards his bike. it's a warm afternoon, but her heart and hands feel colder by the second.

she follows after him, albeit reluctantly. she doesn't want another second without him.

it's the night of august 12th when [name] is sitting inside s.s motors.

shinichiro has already closed the shop so they can relax into the last hours of the day. he's tinkering with manjiro's bike, knowing his birthday is a week away and time is running out. if only he knew. [name] adores the mere sight of him while he dutifully works. moonlight streams in through the window to shine down on his face and his frown of concentration.

he's so close yet so far, because in a few hours he'll be dead again. she's trying so hard to beg the moon and the sky and the passage of time to stop. but she's left with the clinking of metal and the characters for his name in every word. she's losing sight.

the bike oil staining his hands fades away, becomes colorless, trails down his wrists and disappears into puddles of her memory. [name] remains quiet, gazing at every little movement of his fingers. she wants to tell him things that would take her a lifetime, but she only has a few hours left of his presence.

she doesn't notice when he ceases working. he raises a brow at her intense eyes burning a hole through him. a hum pushes past his lips, "hey, [name]."

she startles. "yeah?" she blinks blankly at him.

"you sure you're okay?" he asks, brows furrowed, crawling closer to her. it's been a long day.

"yeah, why?"

shinichiro cradles her face in his palms, gently holding her cheeks. "your eyes are out of focus." it's been the only day in quite some time.

when [name] blinks again, she realizes the man in front of her is so far away, blurring out of sight. her head doesn't pound and there's no ringing in her ears, but she can't hear his voice pronouncing her name anymore. the touch of his skin on her own starts becoming colder by the second. their time is up.

"i'm just tired," she lies straight through her teeth, "i'm gonna head home." her fingers can't feel what she's holding when they circle around his wrists to pull him away. she stumbles onto her feet with a blinding fog covering her eyes. shinichiro is nothing more than a few blobs of color.

his sentences reach her through an infinite loop in broken pieces. "have a good night, love."

the smile tugging at her lips is automatic yet painful. "i'll see you tomorrow, shin." she waves her hand at a shape of white noise working on manjiro's bike. the summer air slaps against her cheeks in a breeze that promises rain.

the first few droplets fall by the time she's curled up in her bed. it's almost like the sky is bawling, telling her it's all over. the wind tears healthy leaves off their branches to flutter and die forever. the crashing waves echo in [name]'s chest, speaking of fond memories of shinichiro. she fades into sleep with the haze of time.

it's the morning of august 13th when [name] awakens.

—あごす (agosu) • 2021

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TR Boys x Bullied! Reader

Genre: Hurt to comfort

Characters: Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji

Warnings: cursing, bullying, insults, self-harm, mentions of blood

Reader is Gender Neutral

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A/N: heyyy luv! I apologize for the long wait of getting to your request. I hope you like it!

Mikey

“Hey! There they are!” one of the bullies said. The leader of the group waltzes up to you with a devious smirk plastered on her face. “Well, well, well,” he says looking you up and down in disdain, “if it isn’t the school’s freak!” she giggles as the rest of the group follows suit. “They’re always all alone, it’s no wonder why they don’t go out,” one of them chimed. Tears began to well in your eyes as the bullies continued their onslaught of insults spewed towards you. You try to push past them in hopes of trying to get out of the situation, only to be yanked by your backpack and thrown to the floor. Gritting your teeth, you reach out to get your backpack, only to have a foot stomp on your hand. You yelp, quick to retract your hand and look up at the scornful face of the girl. “How pathetic,” she spits, eyeing your crouched form on the ground, “I can’t believe Mikey is actually dating a freak like you.” Her words pierced your heart at the mention of your beloved boyfriend. “I bet he’s just doing it out of pity,” she jeers. “That’s not true!” you shout, your voice trembling as you try to defend the little dignity you had left, “he wouldn’t do that!” “Is that so?” she sneers, “No one would date a weirdo like you unless they were crazy!” That was the last thing she said before walking away with the rest of the group, leaving you full of tears and a sore hand. As you gathered your belongings, doubts began to rush through your mind as the bully’s words replayed in your head. Did he really date me out of pity? Am I that dull for someone like Mikey? When it was the end of the day, you walked past the school gates and was greeted by a familiar warm smile and the sound of a revving CB250T bike. “Hey babe! How was-” Mikey was cut off when he saw your bandaged hand and your tear streaked face. You greet him with a small nod, eyes averting his questioning ones as you silently mount his bike while mumbling, “Can we just go please?” He doesn’t press you as to what happened, only obeying your request to leave, thinking it would be best to talk to you when the both of you were alone. When he feels your arms around his waist, he speeds off onto the streets of tokyo. When you reach Musashi shrine, Mikey parks his bike and is quick to get off so he could help you off as well. But instead of taking his hand, you get off yourself while walking past him to the steps of the shrine without a word. He froze for a moment at your sudden coldness toward him, but he was quick to grab shoulder to stop you. “What the hell happened?” he asked, his seriousness was gentle as he spoke. You shook your head, “I don’t want to talk about it.” “You don’t have much of a choice y/n,” he turns you around, forcing you to meet his stern gaze. Finally, after holding back your tears and heartache, you broke down, gripping Mikey’s shirt as you gave in to him. Slowly, he wraps his arms around your waist while listening to your sobs. When you're done letting everything out, Mikey sits you down on the steps of the shrine with him and gently coaxes you into telling him what had happened. When you do tell him, he stays silent while giving you his full attention, not bothering to ask questions, but just to listen to what you had to say. When you're finished, there’s nothing but a heavy silence between you two until he finally says, “Is that all?” you nod timidly, looking down to the ground as you fidget with your hands. Mikey takes your hands in his own, “Do you wanna know the reason why I’m dating you?” You sniff, using your sleeve to wipe your eyes, “Why?” you croak. He gently cupped your cheek, “Because being around you gives me so much peace of mind. It’s like…the sun shines so much brighter when I’m with you,” he says, his soft voice matching with the strokes of his thumb against your tear-stained cheek. “y/n, don’t listen to what those people have to say because no matter what I’ll always love you.” “Introvert tendencies and all?” you whisper, hopeful eyes searching for his own. He chuckles, “Introvert tendencies and all,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Draken

“Hey, y/n?” you stopped skipping and turned on your heel to face your boyfriend. “Yes, ken?” “Is-” he pauses, eyes softening at your questioning stare, “is there anything you need to tell me?” he breathes out, shoving his hands in his pockets. Your heart skips a beat, and your ears begin to ring. You were thankful to have such a caring, attentive boyfriend who could sense if something was wrong, but at the same time you cursed at how quick he could pick up on your mood, since you were never the type to take confrontation so easily. “Hmmm, no. Why do you ask?” He walks up to you, frowning slightly as he knits his brows together, studying your features before prying further. “Nothing happened at school?” he questions, watching as you chew on your lip, looking away from him, “Anyone bothering you?” His questions hang heavy on your shoulders as you try to think of a way to change the subject, but nothing comes to mind. At the moment, you basically chewed your lip off raw, tortuous images flashing across your mind as you remembered what your rude, rival classmate had said to you before leaving school with Draken. “C’mon, be for real y/n. A guy like him wouldn’t date someone who can barely handle being around people. You’d just be a burden around him!” fresh tears began to streak down your cheeks as the few sentences settled at the pit in your stomach. “y/n?” Draken takes hold of your face, eyes concerned as he watches you slowly breakdown. “Ken…,” you whimper, sniffling as you choke out words between sobs, “Do you really love me?” Draken’s frown deepens as he listens to your small whimpers. Seeing you in tears broke his heart, and the worst of it all, someone made his poor angel cry. “What kind of question is that?” he wipes your tears with the pads of his thumbs, sighing as he cradles your body into a warm embrace, “Of course I love you. More than you know,” he whispers, gently running a calloused hand through your hair.

Mitsuya

It has been twenty minutes since Mitsuya has sat you down across from him, but to you it feels like a lifetime has passed by. He’s been eyeing you down, not in a bad way, but in the “you’re hiding something from me and I need to know '' kind of way. Meanwhile, you’ve been chewing on your lip and fidgeting with your fingers behind your back to the point where your hands began to cramp. It was as if you were a child about to get scolded by their mother for something they did. And knowing your motherly-natured boyfriend, the two of you would be sitting there for hours until you finally tell him what’s been bugging you. He knew your weakness and as much as you hated to admit it, you’d have to say something to him sooner, otherwise you’d surely die from the awkward tension. “Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I have to force it out of you like this?” He asks. You grimaced at the thought, your fidgeting quickly escalating to itching your covered wrists as you slightly draw blood from your bruised lips. Tasting the bitter taste of chopper, you swallow thickly as you struggle to face Mitsuya’s prying gaze. “ Nothings wrong,” You mumbled, wincing slightly as you felt the sting from the scratch marks left on your hands. The last thing you wanted was to burden him with your problems at school and have him confront the people responsible for bothering you. You hated confrontation. Just like what he was doing right now. “Something is wrong,” he whispers to himself, taking your hidden hands into his own, glaring at the self-made marks on your delicate hands. “When you’re nervous or scared, you fidget with your hands, even if it hurts you,” he voices. “y/n, who’s picking on you?” he grunts, eyes focused on your scratch-covered hands and wrists as he gently runs his hands over them. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Why was he so perfect? Why did he have to be such a caring person? How did you catch his eye? All questions were answered with a kiss on your hands and a kind smile being gifted to your teary-eyed gaze. “Don’t cry. I’ll make sure they don’t bother you anymore.” He leans over you, pressing feathery kisses to the salty drops that fall from your eyes. “You knew?” He hums, pulling away to caress your damp cheek. “I always knew. Draken told me. But, I knew you didn’t want me to get involved because you wanted to handle it on your own,” he says, “but when it was getting out of hand, I couldn’t help but ask you about it.” You could feel your heart clench at his truthful words and his concerns. “Mitsuya, I-” “Don’t apologize,” he grins, silencing you with a sweet kiss to your lips, “it's good that you want to handle confrontation on your own. But start out small, like asking your boyfriend for help,” he teases, earning a small smile from you. “Ok.” Smiling himself, he kisses you once more.

Baji

“Baji-san!” Chifuyu calls from down the hallway. Baji sighs, turning around to face his concerned friend. “Chifuyu, what the fuck did you do now? It’s my lunch-” “I think something bad is happening to y/n-san,” he gasps, hunching over to catch his breath after running up god knows how many stairs. At the mention of his s/o, Baji is quick to question him, forgetting all about eating his yakisoba lunch. “What happened?” His voice is dark and cold, his whole aura changing in a split second as he imagines all the things he’d do to the people who’d dare even think about hurting his s/o. It’s one thing to mess with a member of his division, let alone a friend of his, but by god Baji would give someone a one way ticket to hell if he heard someone harmed his s/o. Noticing the change in Baji’s tone, the vice division captain straightens up, realizing Baji wasn’t taking any shit at the moment. “I heard a group of y/n-san’s classmates hurting her. I think…I think they’ve been bullying her.” “Where,” he growls, fists balling at his sides as he does his best not to lose his temper. When he finds out everything, all hell breaks loose. His ears were ringing, his blood boiling, his mind going blank with rage as he made his way to your classroom. When he gets inside, he sees you cornered at the back of the classroom with three guys surrounding you. “Are you seriously dating the Baji Keisuke? The first division captain of Toman? What a joke!” one sneers, towering over you with a menacing glare. “A guy like him doesn’t date weak nuisances like you,” another spat. You don’t say anything, too scared to fight back against their insults and dirty looks.“Hey…,” the one in the middle growls, taking a closer step toward you as he reaches out and grips the collar of your shirt, “we’re talking to you. You think you’re all tough, huh?!” he raises his hand, bringing down to your face. Preparing what’s to come you turn your head away, waiting for the pain to bear down on you once more, but instead, nothing comes. Screams and cries of pain filled your ears. The grip on your shirt was loosened. Peaking an eye out, you see all three bullies beaten and bloodied, while a familiar long-haired boy stands in front of you, eyes flashing red with cooling rage with bruised knuckles dabbled in blood. “B-baji?” you squeak, swallowing thickly as your long-haired lover turns to face your shaking form. He’s quick to tower over you, expressionless as he locks his jaw. Before you could blink, you end up in a bone-crushing hug as he mumbles a spew of apologies and scoldings your way. “Jesus, thank god you’re alright. I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me something? What would’ve happened if Chifuyu didn’t tell me you were getting bullied? Would you have let them try to hit you again?” While Baji was caught in his worries, you couldn’t help the smile curling on your lips as you listened to the fearsome member of Toman turn soft in your presence. However, you couldn’t fight the guilt punching you in your stomach. “Sorry Kei, I just…didn’t want you to think I was weak. I-I wanted to handle things sooner but-,” when you try to meet his gaze, he pushes your head into his chest, muffling your words. “Don’t say dumb shit like that, idiot,” he mutters, his grip on you growing tighter, “if you need help then ask. Don’t be a dumbass like Chifuyu. Besides, I’m your boyfriend. It’s my job to protect you. So let me do my damn job.” he sighs, nuzzling his cheek against your hair. “O-ok, but um…Baji?” “Hm?” “Could you, maybe loosen up a bit? I can’t breathe,” you groan, taking in a breath of air as Baji loosens his hold on you. “Ah~gomen babe,” he says sheepishly, a small blush tinting his cheeks. Giggling, you peck his cheek, “Of course, Keisuke.”

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