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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Mikey Mikey Mikey 😩

I challenge you to write something about Kantou Manji Mikey and a bad bitch reader.

Would you take the challenge?

YES, YOUR MAJESTY

WARNING : 18+, MINORS DNI. Explicit smut, cursing, swearing, nicknames, violence, mention of murder.

Pairing : Yakuza's daughter! Reader x Kanto Manji! Mikey.

-" Stop fucking crying. "

The coldness of your voice made her startle in a sob, still with her funeral dress and hat on, her discreet mascara now staining her cheeks, she sat on the bed, shoulders trembling and looking at you aghast.

-" how can you say that ? How can you act as if nothing happened ?"

-" Unlike you, dear mother. I don't cry, I stab what made me sad." you strapped the knife under your garter belt, then adjusted the dark dress reaching at your mid-tight. A smile curled your red painted lips when you recalled how everyone at the funeral has been shocked by your inappropriate outfit.

-" there's nothing we can do about it " she mourned, looking at her hands on her lap. " He killed your dad, took down the empire".

You rolled your eyes, having your back still facing her. You decided to not let her negative vibes ruin your confident state.

-" Sano wanted the empire " you fixed your bloody red lipstick through the mirror of the vanity. " He's gonna get the queen as a bonus ".

Your mother wiped her tears and cursed, well, still with those good wifey words, and got up from the bed she was sitting on, making her way to where you were standing in front of the vanity.

-" come to your senses, silly girl ! " She put her hands on your bare shoulders, shaking you slightly. " He's gonna eat you alive !"

A smirk made its way past your lips, you turned toward her, face only inches away from that face somehow similar to yours, you uttered.

-" Great. You know the poison you gave birth to, mother. Gonna intoxicate him ".

Her face drained from hope, she let go of your shoulders and lowered her head, pain obvious on her beautiful face.

-" I don't wanna lose the last spark of this family. You're the heir, damn it ! "

Your hands found your mom's shoulders, steadying her shaking form and placing a furtive kiss on her forehead.

-" nothing's gonna happen to me" you reassured, looking her in the eyes. " I'm gonna run this nothing town, bring Sano Manjiro's heart on a silver plate ".

You already had it after all.

The way to Kanto Manji's hideouts was nothing you didn't already knew, your father's men following you closely, opening every door for the princess, shoving away every security guard who tried to stop you from reaching the meeting room.

Not even bothering to knock at the door, you grabbed the door handle and once inside, eleven pair of eyes landed on you. The one you recognized as Shion Madarame, who by luck- or misfortune was standing next to the door came to stop you.

-" whoa slow dow- "

In less than a second, he was on the floor, lying on his stomach, hand on his crotch that you had just hit with your heel.

A cry of pain left his mouth, followed by many curses as you simply walked on his back with your five inches high heels as if he was nothing but parquet, making few steps toward the huge table where all the members sat, dumbfounded.

-" what the fuck ?" Ran stood up, anger emanating from him and started making his way toward you and your men who just came through the door. You did the same, walking toward him, hand reaching his lips when he was near enough to steal the cigarette he didn't started to smoke, leaving him in owe.

You made your way to where he was previously sitting, right next to a man with a hairstyle that looked suspiciously like a zebra and sat down.

-" Thanks " you adressed the elder Haitani, who stayed up dumbfounded. " These stilettos might be pretty, still they hurt like a bitch. Isn't it, Shion-san ? "

The man who had just stood up gave you a dark look, followed by a whispered " bitch ". After seeing four of your father's men coming inside, Rindou, Ran, Shion, and Sanzu who just stood up pulled out their gun, ready for whatever order their boss would give them. That one just sat at the edge of the table, dark eyes stuck on you, while you threw your head back toward Rindou Haitani. He previously was standing up behind Ran's seat, and so now was standing behind you, his eyes studying your thin throat and plunge cleavage, feeling his pants tightening at the sight of your breasts slightly poking out and the smirk adorning your pretty lips.

Your eyes never left his, expectant, making him gulp down. He understood your message and looked at his boss for permission, that one nodded and quickly, Rindou pulled out his lighter and lighted the cigarette between your lips.

-" The daily dose of drama is here " Kokonoi rolled his eyes, you left Rindou's gaze and looked at that one, a bored look on your face. Your fingers reached your lips and pulled out the cigarette, Mikey watched as you exhaled the smoke out of your red-tinted lips, how it quickly blurred your pretty face before disappearing in the air.

Fuck, you were gorgeous, fatale, even. So much that you succeeded into getting him interested on something that wasn't fights or blood. Beautiful girls come and go between their bedsheets everyday, but you... You were the princess, after all.

-" I swear I don't love the drama. It loves me " you grinned at him, he rolled his eyes once again and then, all eyes were on Sano Manjiro, the boss, the one who took your father's life.

-" Pretty bold from you to come here. You dug your own grave, y'know ?" His relentless and dull voice echoed in the room, your father's men all stiffened, even his own men, but you appeared unmoved.

-" pardon, what was your fucking name again ?" You smiled and took another drag of the cigarette, the blond deadpanned, leaning against the back of his chair and intertwining his fingers together.

-" The one you've been screaming when my cock was splitting you in two ".

You quietly swallowed your saliva, trying to keep a straight face. He didn't smile, against all expectations, he said these words without flinching, his eyes empty on you. His men stood there in surprise, they knew how petty Mikey's words could be, but around you, it was a whole new story.

-" is it just me or the room got hotter ? "

-" Shut up you cheap Zayn Malik" you responded to Hanma who's smile grew wider, your eyes went back to your ex-boyfriend , throwing death glares that didn't shook him at all.

-" so I was your way of getting back at my father, really?" Your voice didn't expressed the slightest emotion, yet he knew you better than anyone , he could still feel the hurt that would never reach your lips.

-" why asking questions you already know the answer to, doll ?" This was Sanzu Haruchiyo, who had a devilish smirk on his face while standing up next to his boss' chair, you ignored his statement purposely, making him understand he had no say in the matter and turned your look back at Mikey.

-" Pretty coward move " you took off the cigarette and put it out on the expensive table, hearing a sigh you ignored falling from Kokonoi's lips. " Thought Kanto Manji's leader could do better than playing with a girl's heart ".

-" cut that shit out " his voice was sharper now, he was warning you. If you have been any other one, your body would be lying lifeless on the floor by now.

But that was the problem, you were not anyone.

You were you. The first girl he could and had called his girlfriend, the one who stayed, the one who accepted the rotten parts of him, the first one to confess she loved him, who gave him her heart, her virginity, her trust...

Sano Manjiro was a monster, a killer, a criminal, but he was not heartless. His heart, his love were exactly what put him through his endless darkness, therefore, he couldn't just kill the one who made his heart flutter again after years of numbness, as hard as he tried.

-" It's not my fault you were as stupid as to think I cared".

You gulped down, eyes quickly lowering to avoid his piercing gaze for a second.

He lied, did you know he lied ? You should know he lied, Manjiro believed you knew.

He didn't cared at first, you were nothing but a way to get to your father, a rich and powerful Yakuza. Kanto Manji was still a new formed gang, the strongest in Tokyo, yes, but could not be called as a crime organization either, not like your father's. So he used you, it was pretty easy to get to you, since he was twenty and you nineteen, being in your age range, pretending to be interested by you.

He started gaining your trust, and your father's, by the way. Your dad liked him, seeing in him a sort of young reflection of himself, everything was going well, too well. Your hands fit in his, too well. Your pussy squeezed him, too well. Your eyes weakened him, too well.

He wouldn't react to a notification from you by rolling his eyes, no more, he would wait for your call and gets frustrated everytime you didn't. He would like the way you knew when to leave him alone, and when to not, when to hold him at night and not wait until he does it first, because you didn't expected anything from him, didn't put any pressure on him to be someone he wasn't, and for the first time in ages, he felt really wanted.

He wasn't anymore the one so many people wanted to take down, his darkness wasn't chased down between your arms, it was cherished, it was tamed. And before he could understand what happened, he was knee deep in that unhealthy obsession toward you, but Kanto Manji came first,and he went by the initial plan and used you to get to your father, get informations from you, killed your father and conquered his empire.

-" I'll write these same words on your stone, Sano " you threatened with nothing in your eyes but hatred, he stared at your sirens eyes, suppressing the urge to take you here and now, in front of his men, he was crazy about that wild side of you.

You appeared all innocent and goody-goody at first, but he saw through it, how couldn't he ? He was no one but Sano Manjiro, and he swore to bring out that monster peeking out from your eyes, he did. He did see the twisted will in your doe-like eyes, the wicked behind your bright smile, and started corrupting you until he turned you into what you were today, bursting in his office, hitting one of his man and making almost all of their pants tighten with your attitude.

His baby...

-" Feel free to do so " he challenged, not the least intimidated by your threat. " Until you can finally kill me, let's talk business" .

His eyes darted on his men who were standing up, Ran gave him a nod, signaling that they were surrounding all the men who came with you.

-" With the death of your father, you should know that everything your family once owned is rightfully ours "

-" Rightfully?" You scoffed, ignoring his men's death glares because you dared interrupting the boss. " You stole it. There is nothing rightful about killing my-"

-" I own you".

The look on his eyes stole everyone's breath, it was that same one that had Tokyo's most dangerous gangsters shivering, the one that had you rubbing your thighs together and he knew it.

-" You, your money, your family business ".

Mikey stood up, much to his men surprise since he usually preferred to sit on meetings. He passed quietly, slowly, by Sanzu, Takeomi and Kakucho, came to the other end of the table where Kokonoi was sitting and walked around it.

Rindou immediately retreated and gave him some space to stand behind you, you shivered when his hands grazed your bare shoulders, gripping the back of the chair, and you couldn't see him but you knew he was leaning against your ear, his hot breath hitting your cheek and his enticing manly cologne filling your nostrils.

-" Lamb, You're standing between the wolves " his lips moved against your ear, you closed your eyes slightly, ignoring how every man in the room was drinking in the electricity between the two of you.

-" Ain't nobody tryna save ya, no one would try to take what's mine ".

He discreetly inhaled your perfume, drinking in the sight of your flushed face under him, how you were squeezing your thighs under the table, how your eyelashes fluttered quickly, not daring to look up at him even once.

He loved when your untamed side showed up, but God, when you behaved, he was a goner.

-" It's over now, princess. Daddy's not here to protect you anymore " you felt his hands touch your hair, his so familiar touch put it on one side of your neck. You were staring right in front of you, avoiding his men's eyes who were to say the least mesmerized by the sexual tension between their boss and his plaything.

-" Bend the knee, love ".

The nickname was whispered for only you to hear, and under the table, his hand reached for your thighs discreetly making its way under your dress, he almost buckled his hips against the chair when you abruptly closed your legs on his hand.

-" kneel down. Give your all to me, you won't leave me either way. Not alive."

Because even if he killed your father, even if he broke your heart and took advantage of your love, he...

God, he loved you. He tried to deny it, try putting in on your pretty irresistible looks, but your personality got him hooked. He made you his, he claimed you his and decided he would not let you go, he would not push you away just as he did for nearly everyone who he has loved, he would find a way, but eventually, he would keep you by his side.

It wasn't a matter of the gang anymore, nor about money or power. It was about being close to you, about waking up next to you and finding out that he slept a full seven hours for the first time in years, about your needy voice when you would be screaming his name. Every little thing about you had him coming for more everytime he decided he would put an end to it, you beat him at his own game.

Before his hand could reach your garter belt, you swallowed thickly, and with the help of your great reflexes, grabbed the knife strapped to your thigh.

No one understood anything, until you were done standing up and turning toward your ex boyfriend, until his men all grabbed their guns and pointed them at you and your men.

Chest against chest, lips almost grazing each other, he didn't even flinch when the knife found its place under his throat, the sharp edge slightly touching his neck. His eyes bore into yours, igniting wild flames inside your body, trying your best to not let your hand shake around the knife.

There you were, he got you where he wanted you, corrupted, sinful, stained by him, just how he always craved it to be.

As much as your father tried to keep you away from everything, only teaching you how to fight, Mikey ended up pulling you into this life because his darkness screamed for destruction, he craved having your pure soul dirty by his handprints, this way, you would never leave him.

Both of your eyes and Manjiro's peered at Sanzu when you heard him push off the safety of his gun and pointing it toward you , Mikey's pupils shrunk, his deep voice echoed in the room, silencing every one of his men.

-" do it and you're a dead man".

He didn't needed to add anything else, Sanzu pointed his gun at one of your men instead, scared to face his boss' wrath if he ever hurt you.

He knew, as his second, better than anyone how you seeped through every pore of his skin until you were coursing through his blood, Mikey simply trusted his good girl with his life, even when she threatened him with a knife to his throat.

By the time you turned to look back at Mikey, you felt a cold metal under your chin, right against your throat and gulped down, heart missing several beats. Your eyes met his dark one's, his stare was dull and empty, signaling you that he could do it anytime he wanted to. He avoided getting too caught in your eyes that started to get tinted by a slight fear, wanting nothing but to make you understand he would never do you wrong, well, if you behaved, at least.

-" Haitani ".

The latter looked at his boss and nodded, ready to receive any orders while his gun was pointed at one of your men who did the same toward Rindou.

-" Take care of the men. "

He knew what it meant.

Quickly knocking down one of them, Shion taking down the second one, and the others being quickly knocked down by Rindou and Sanzu, you watched bitterly as all of your father trusted men fell to the ground, not able to do much more than holding tightly on the knife on your hand.

-" Get rid of them, 'nd leave, all of you".

His men looked at him in awe, Sanzu's eyes widened and Kokonoi, who sat still since the beginning got up from his seat.

-" boss, one of us gotta stay, she's threate-"

" I said go. "

He didn't even needed to raise his voice, his relentless tone made the walls tremble, scaring every soul present there.

-" my bitch, my business. Princess is mine to tame".

They sure looked at each other suspiciously, but no one dared to say anything. Bowing, they all stormed out of the room, one by one until you heard the door closing and there was no more soul than you, and your lover.

Your knife to his throat, his gun to yours.

Pressed against each other, chest touching at every breathe you took, his knee slyly sliding between your thighs, discreetly.

He started moving, and so you did. You found yourself turning around each other, eyes never leaving the other's, a fire around you, another inside you, his eyes were an iceberg, yours a volcano, just by the way you were looking at him, pointing that sharp knife at his throat, he was hard.

The room seemed smaller now, the air lesser and lesser, feeling your blood literally boiling, but not from anger. His eyes would never leave yours while you two turned around each other as boxers ready to jump on each other's face.

-" Suck ."

His command fell to deaf ears, he slided the gun up your throat until your jaw, then placing it above your lips pulling your lower lip down with it. You shook your head, slightly pressing the knife harder on his throat.

-" I said suck. Suck it for your king. "

He used that same voice, the one that would send you to overdrive. You almost flinched when his thumb found your lower lip, parting them open to start pushing his gun inside your mouth.

What you didn't know was that he was completely into it, eyes stuck on your face that he found so beautiful.

You accepted to take the gun in between your lips, finally, letting him shove it until just the right depth to not cause you any harm or choking.

And Sano Manjiro has never been more turned on than that day where your pretty face and swollen reddened lips took his gun, you were a sin in disguise, your beautiful face, your perfect features and lips wrapped around his gun, his world, his madness.

-" that's my good girl" he praised and pulled out the gun from your mouth.

And as you were lost in his deep dark eyes, you noticed the men's noise was no more noticeable, surely making their way somewhere more private to " take care " of your father's men.

A smirk curled your lips slightly.

-" was it believable?"

If he would have been able, he would have smiled just as when he was a kid, that bright smile he always remembered around you.

-" so much that I wanted nothin' but to bend you over my desk and fuck you raw. In front of all my men ".

Your twisted grin widened.

-" would've let them see your baby's pussy, Manjiro ?"

You asked him with your fake innocent tone, bringing him over the edge. He let go of the gun, pushing it back in its holder before circling his hands around your hips, pulling you even closer than before.

-" would've blown their brain out after".

And he wasn't joking, since along with the feelings, he also started to get jealous. Everytime he would caught someone's gaze lingering a little too long on you, his blood would start boiling in his veins, his darkness screaming for blood and pain.

A chuckle leaves your lips, making his heart squeeze in his chest while he was unable to take his eyes away from your face as you did, eyes smoldered with mischief, cheeks faintly red, you were everything that kept him grounded, his strength and his weakness.

You were, what it would've took to bring him down, his Achilles heel.

-" you mad king " you teased, sliding the knife down on his collar and smiling at him lovingly, letting your lips linger near his without ever touching them.

-" Am I ?" Tilting his head, his eyes studied you, a threatening glare you should have flinched to, instead, you just cut the first button of his shirt, eyes never leaving his.

-" Mad king." You repeated, his hands around your waist easily lifted you, earning a gasp from your lips.

-" Betrayed your father for a mad king ?"

With you still on his arms like you weighted nothing, he walked toward the table and sat you on it, you parted your legs so he could stand between them.

His hands found your back, teasingly flying above the zipper of your dress, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer.

-" I did something bad ".

Your voice echoed in his head, that good girl tone sending shivers down his spine. He needed you , and you needed him just as much as he did.

And in no time, you found yourself bare in front of him for the umpteenth time, giving yourself to the man who killed your father.

The man you helped to kill your father.

Mikey threw his head back, feeling the knot in his balls tightening from how tight you were squeezing him, his hands were holding your hips so tightly he had no doubt it would bruise, but he loved it, staining you.

-" what would daddy think , if he saw his princess clenching 'round my cock like a fuckin' virgin, hm ?"

His voice was almost quivering, raw and hoarse, deep in pleasure. His hands wandered toward the valley of your breasts, and he lowered his face to drink on the sight you were giving him.

Bare for him, eyes rolled back, tears trickling down your cheeks, mouth hanging open for his kisses, and shit, he was head over heels for you.

He leaned over you, taking your lips in another heated kiss and swallowing a high moan you left when he thrusted particularly harder in you.

-" He liked- Oh fuck, Manjiro !" His cock throbbed harder when you screamed his name and clenched around him tighter, peppering kisses along your neck.

-" He liked to keep me helpless by his side " you tried to say without moaning or crying, sinking deeper on his cock. " I'm not his fucking princess".

-" Hell yeah, you my queen " Mikey's words felt more like a grunt or a moan, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, how could he help it ? Everything about you was just so perfect.

From the way you milked him so nicely, to the way you helped him to kill your father, willingly giving him every information or help he needed when your so smart head discovered his goal.

Sometimes, he wondered if you were a gift sent from god himself to him, or just one of Satan's lures to get him deeper in hell. Damn, how could he have found someone to love, someone who accepted him, and better, someone who got along with his madness ? He would never let you go.

His thumb kept playing with your clit until you came undone on his cock, moaning his name endlessly and mesmerizing him by the sight of your face, drunk in pleasure.

-" Didn't liked the way they were eyeing my bitch. " He grunt in your ears, pounding relentlessly in you while you were long gone now, nothing more than a rag doll in his rough but loving arms. " Gotta make them know you're mine. Gotta fuck a child inside ya, yeah ? Fucking love of m'life ".

You were definitely too high on pleasure to even respond, riding your second orgasm already. Your hands flew to his hair, caressing his locks softly despite the way he was pounding in you, and something inside Manjiro's chest squeezed hard, how you would always soften for him even in his worst days, he didn't deserve you...

-" Don't- Uh... Don't make me regret betraying my own blood for you, 'Jiro " you gasped, tears in the corner of your eyes and mouth agape, his lips rested and lingered on your forehead, while he felt his balls growing heavier and heavier.

-" been loyal to me 'til the very end, I'd rather die than let my baby down ".

Those were a man's words, a king's words. To him, you were his ride or die, his one and only.

You trusted him with your grandfather's empire, knowing your father wasn't doing his duty as he should, you put everything your ancestors worked hard for into his dirty hands, and showered him with the love he would not deserve in million years.

Mikey knew, if he had to die for someone, someday, it would be you.

Your lips grazed against his ear, soft voice singing right against him and making him moan your name louder.

-" your queen " you corrected him, placing kisses all along his neck, inhaling his cologne.

Kanto Manji's head leaned in your embrace, nose brushing against your hair to inhale your heavenly scent now long lingering on his pillow and sheets at home.

Mikey was loyal, maybe a hell to work with, but nonetheless loyal. You have devoted everything for him, just as one of his men, he had to respect you and take care of you, and he just had a soft spot for you, how could he refuse you anything while being inside you this way ?

You felt his small smirk against your cheek when he came inside you, breaths heavy, chest brushing against yours, his deep voice made you shiver.

-" Yes. Yes, your majesty".

I took the challenge! Hope you would like it, unknown person, I wrote it half asleep with my poor 3am imagination.

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lacedinlucilfer · 2 years

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Try A Taste

Cw: noncon, exhibition, dark themes, Hanma, Sanzu, cum play, toxic relationships, reader is being used, degradation??, praise.

Includes: Kanto Manji Sanzu x Reader x Kanto Manji Mikey, Baji x Reader x Kazutora, Hanma x Reader x Kisaki

Description: You are fucked by one of your boyfriend's friends. Hanma and Kisaki + Baji and Kazutora are in future timelines. Mikey and Sanzu are current. Everyone’s 18+

Notes: I could finish Sanzu's the way I wanted to. I was unsatisfied with everything I wrote.

Hanma & Kisaki

Kisaki isn’t sure why watching Hanma stuff your little cunt completely full of his cock is so entertaining. Maybe it’s because he likes the size difference and dynamic between you and his older, wild friend. He has always noticed the way you shy away from his number two, complaining when Kisaki mentions that he’s coming over. How you would constantly bicker with Hanma, sick of the way he teases your height, clothes or anything he can possibly make fun of you for. But now, you’re a babbling mess under him; the tears streaming down your burning cheeks and ruining your makeup as he bullies his cock deeper into your pussy.

“Much better, I warned you not to start with all your whining today~ but your too stupid to listen, huh?”. Hanma reached forward towards your face and squeezed your cheeks together like you were a child, continuously slamming his hips between your legs in a brutal pace. His other hand his holding your hips in place, keeping you on your back, buried in the covers of Kisaki’s bed. In Hanma’s opinion, you have never looked better than you look right now. He brings his hand down and rubs one of your hard nipples with his thumb, grinning at the way your back arches off the mattress. “You are stupid pretty right now….”.

Kisaki can’t help but agree as he watches from his computer desk, ignoring the way you wail out his name, begging him for help. He thinks your prettier when your mouths shut as well. Sure, Hanma had been picking on you like usual, but your complaining and arguing was giving him a pounding headache. He didn’t care to protect you from Hanma, he didn’t have time to baby you. “Don’t beg me, I’m not the one fucking you.” He muttered, averting his gaze away from yours.

Kasaki doesn’t feel much envy towards Hanma, maybe because deep down he knows he’s still stuck on Hinata. He doesn’t see you the way he sees her, so he doesn’t mind Hanma using you and spitting venom in your face whenever he feels so fit. In fact, Kisaki finds it all rather amusing when you aren’t bothering him, trying to get him to tell Hanma to back off.

“S-Shuji! Please, I’m sorry!”, You plead with the older male, gasping as every single one of his thrusts, sets of moans echoing through the room. Hanma is absolutely thrilled by the way your begging for his forgiveness while speared on the end of his cock. He can’t hide the toothy grin that spreads across his face; he loves putting you in your place. “Ya? Begging Shuji for forgiveness? I’ll forgive ya’. Once I’ve cum inside you.” He laughs at the distressed look that crosses your face, his hand moving to press down on the area under your stomach.

After a moment, Hanma stopped pressing on your stomach and instead set his hand to the right of your head, hovering over you completely now while still dragging himself in an out of your cunt. You turned your face away from him, feeling his hot breathe on your cheek. “Look at me, come on. Be good for me.” He hums in your ear and with a surprisingly gentle hand, turns your head back towards him.

He leaned down towards you ear, his face adoring a malicious smile. “We both know Kisaki is only with you because he can’t have Hinata…”, His words hurt, they cut deep, but your too focused on the overwhelming pleasure to be upset.

You hated Hanma Shuji, but that didn’t stop you from clenching tightly around his cock as you reached your orgasm, squirting on his chest as you came. Hanma grunts as your pussy milks his cock and he buries himself into you as deep as possible, forcing you to take his cum.

“But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Hm?”

“You’re so mean to me…”, fat tears roll down your face as you look up at him, sets of pants escaping your lungs.

“It’s cause I like you, baby.”

Kazutora & Baji

Baji glances up into the rear view mirror, catching a glimpse of the way you’re gagging on Kazutora’s fingers. He doesn’t know how to feel about this, watching his best friend fucking his girlfriend’s pussy from a spooning position, in his back seat. He feels a natural possessiveness over you but at the same time, he’s always shared with Kazutora and your needy cries are so pretty. There is so something so attractive to Baji about the way Kazutora's golden eyes hold a almost crazed glint in them, he looks like he wants to devour you.

The black haired man pressed on the break as he almost ran a red light, cursing under his breathe as his eyes flicked from the rear view mirror to the road in front of him.

" 'Miya'-...,"All you can do is cry out his name as he pistons his hips into you, sinking his needy cock deep inside of your cunt. Kazutora thinks your so precious, he likes the way you smell, like a mix of Baji’s cologne and honeysuckles. He's obsessed, more than someone should be with their best friend's girlfriend. Oh, but your so warm, and you're taking him so well. How can he not praise you while shoving his fingers down your throat.

"You feel so good...You're so cute....,"He hums into your ear, burying his face in your hair. You can see Baji watching you from the rear view mirror, jaw clenched in some emotion that you can't decipher in your fucked out state.

"Pretty girl, I'm gonna cum in your panties, okay?", Kazutora speaks, voice fading into a whine near the end of his sentence. He doesn't want to cum inside his friend's girl, but he also doesn't want to make a mess of Baji’s seats.

He also like the idea of you sitting in his cum until they get to Baji’s apartment.

You bite down on your bottom lip and nodded, holding eye contact with your boyfriend as his best friend spilt his seed between your thighs. Immediately, Kazutora is reaching down to help you pull your panties up against your soaked cunt, covering your thighs and cunt in his sticky cum while burying his face in your neck. "Oi, Baji...You should eat her out when we get home." He pipes up suddenly, looking at his best friend through the rear view mirror with a almost innocent look in his eyes.

Mikey & Sanzu

Sanzu’s cock drags against your wet walls, the tip of his pretty pink cock hitting your cervix with every excruciating thrust. He’s addicted to your pitiful cries, the way you bury your face in the cushions of the red couch, sweaty skin sticking against the leather. Your tearful and puffy eyes are such a drastic difference from your boyfriends, who is watching the two of you with empty, emotionaless eyes.

He has little to no care for the way Sanzu is pressing your head roughly into the leather couch, selfishly chasing his own high as your own orgasm slowly builds up.

“Haru’!” You cry out his name as he finishes himself off with one final thrust, decorating your insides with his thick ropes of cum. His moans are flamboyant as he throws his head back in ecstasy, long pink hair sticking to his face.

“Shit, best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had…”,He hisses as he slowly drags his dripping cock out of your soaked hole, eyes glued to the way his cum drips out of your cunt. You whine at the loss of his cock in your greedy, pulsing cunt, frustrated with the loss of your own orgasm. Haruchiyo Sanzu had always been mean, especially to you. He had no respect for anyone except for your boyfriend and he made it clear to you that he didn’t think Mikey needed you.

Yet he seemed to have some dark obsession with forcing you into intimate situations with him, like he got off to the fact that you belonged to Mikey. Like he was sharing something with Mikey.

He watched your fucked out form collapse onto the leather, lip trembling as tears cascaded down onto the cushions. A malicious grin curls onto his lips as you sob due to his mistreatment, finding sadistic pleasure in your distress. "What's wrong? Filled ya' up didn't I? Don't tell me you want more...", he slowly leaned over your body, getting a good look at the love bites he had left all over your chest and neck that were bruising a dark purple. Marking you was one of his favorite things to do, Mikey allowed him to mark something that belonged to him. To cum inside of something that belonged to him.

It drove him insane.

#kisaki x reader #hanma x reader #mikey x reader #sanzu x reader #kazutora x reader #tokyo revengers smut #toyko revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fanfic #manjiro sano x reader #kanto manji x reader #chifuyu x reader

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gabseyoo · 2 years

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REASONS — HAITANI RINDŌ

content: fem!reader, established relationship, tenjiku arc spoilers. word count: 1,5k.

summary: rindō teaches his girlfriend to fight.

You’re going to kill him.

“C’mon! That's the best you’ve got?”

You're certainly going to kill him, spit on his corpse and leave him to the mercy of the crows.

“I’m trying!” You spat trying to free yourself from his grip, you knew he wasn't using his full strength to keep from hurting you, but you were so tired that you couldn't find the energy to even really try. “Don’t piss me off, I can bite your ass from here, you know?”

Surprisingly he burst out laughing, “Don’t do that, feels weird.”

“Somebody did it before?”

“Don’t ask.”

“You know what? Let me go.”

He chuckled before releasing your poor arm, you closed your eyes and remained lying on the floor trying to catch your breath.

“You were supposed to take me down, doll.”

It was the twelfth time you tried to 'take him down', but failed, he always managed to dodge you and it was you who ended up with an awkward lock of your limbs—which was ten times softer than he would do to a real opponent, by the way—.

“Sometimes I really hate you, you know?” You managed to say between your gasps.

“You love me.”

You couldn't help but smile, “Unfortunately.”

Rindou had been insisting for weeks on teaching you jiujitsu, you had refused because you knew how passionate he could be when it came to training. But after many pleas and bambi eyes you agreed only after making him promise to go easy on you.

If this was going easy, what was serious training like?

Morning runs. Goodbye greasy food. Hello two hours at the gym. Set after set of exercises you never knew existed. The damn burpees. You insist, how was that going easy?

You remember complaining to him that you had agreed only to learn to fight and not to full training, but he replied that to fight you needed the physical condition. God have mercy.

However, he seemed so excited that you didn’t have the heart to give up. You tried to look on the bright side and think that maybe it wasn't so bad, you were learning a martial art, exercising and eating healthy; but at times like this, with your body sweaty and sore plus the frustration of not being able to beat him, you just wanted to put an end to this kind of modern torture.

“Doll, you still alive?” Rindou asked and you opened your eyes to find your boyfriend standing with his legs beside your hips and his hands stretched out towards you.

“Sadly.” You sighed and took his hands accepting his help to stand up. “I think you forget that I don't have the same stamina as you.”

“But you did amazing.” He said handing you your water bottle which you instantly opened to drink what was left in it. “Keep it up and before you know you'll be breaking my bones.”

“That sounds tempting.”

“Right?” He took the bottle from your hands when you finished and put it back in its place, “Wanna do one last try?”

You quickly shook your head, resting your hands on your knees to catch your breath, “I think I gave my all for today.”

Your boyfriend clicked his tongue and squeezed your cheeks with both hands, forming a pout on your face, “Just once.”

“Rindou, I’m tired—”

“I’ll let you drive.”

“Okay, but just once.” You said as you straightened up.

You ignored his triumphant smile as you took up position in front of him, mentally preparing yourself to meet the ground again.

But— surprisingly, when you ran and wrapped your arms around him to knock him down, the ease with which you succeeded puzzled you, forgetting the next step to lock his joints, so you just ended up falling on top of his body.

“Oh fuck, you okay?” You asked looking at his face, which had a smile on it.

“I’m okay.” Your boyfriend cupped your cheeks again as he did before, “Well, this deserves a prize, you made me fall, doll.”

“Not as planned.”

“But you succeeded anyway.”

You frowned straight into his eyes for a moment before sighing with realization, “You let me win.”

Rindou snorted, “Of course not.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” You stated earnestly and your boyfriend rolled his eyes playfully, “But thanks, I guess.”

Maybe he didn’t want you to feel bad, or maybe he felt some guilt about how hard you had trained today and he hadn’t given you a chance to win, who knows, but you couldn’t deny that his action filled you with tenderness. You had a soft spot for your boyfriend, you had to admit.

But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to punish him for putting you through such a hell in this gym today. How? You don’t know, maybe not giving him head for a week or two will be enough.

His hands moved down from your cheeks to your hips as you sat on his lap.

“You look good in these shorts, you know?”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed him by the wrists to push away his hands that were beginning to caress you inappropriately. “We’re in public, perv.”

You weren’t surprised when he laughed. His laughter was somewhat contagious, so you had to stifle your smile to stand your ground.

“I know, sorry, sorry.” He said taking your hips hard to push himself forward and sit up, stealing a kiss on your lips in the process. “Let’s go.”

After you changed in the locker room, Rindou put his arm around your shoulders as he said goodbye to the gym owner before leaving. You had to walk a bit since his motorcycle was parked two blocks away because there was no parking nearby when you arrived.

“I still don’t know why this is necessary.” You suddenly said in the middle of the comfortable silence. You crossed your arms and looked at him with a half smile waiting for his response.

“What?” He asked while spinning the keys with his finger.

“Teaching me how to fight.”

He withdrew his arm over your shoulders to intertwine his hand with yours, “It never hurts to know how to defend yourself, doll.”

“Well, you have a point.” You admitted caressing his knuckles. “What I mean is— you were very insistent about teaching me. Why?”

“I don’t need a reason.”

“But you look like you have one more specific than seeing me in athletic shorts or spending time together.” He let out a chuckle, squeezing your hand tighter as you crossed the street. “Be honest.”

He flicked your forehead, “You can really see through me, huh?”

“It’s my job as your girlfriend.” You saw him lick his lips and focus his gaze on the ground, you knew he was hesitating, so you encouraged him, “C’mon tell me.”

“It’s really corny.”

“Rin…”

“Well— a few months ago I was thinking, what if someone wants to hurt you and I’m not around to protect you? The streets aren’t that safe, someone could mug you or try to take advantage of you.”

Your heart was melting, could you love him any more? The answer is yes.

“But then I thought of something worse.” You watched as he clenched his jaw, “What if someone tries to hurt you because of me?”

“Why would anyone try that?”

“You know why. You’re dating the Rindou Haitani.” He said cockily, pointing his finger at himself.

“Rindou, you are a gang member, not a yakuza.” You joked, stopping your steps when you were in front of the motorcycle.

“We don’t know what the future has in store for us.” Well, he’s not wrong. “And gang members can be cruel too.”

“You right.” You remembered what happened to Izana and Muto, and with that in mind, Rindou’s words made a lot of sense.

“If anyone dares to lay a finger on you, I’ll break every single bone in their body.” In fact, he did it before, not to that extreme, but he did break the arm of a guy who tried to take a picture under your skirt— so you knew he wasn’t kidding. “But I know I can’t always be with you, the least I can do is teach you how to fight.”

“Well, he would have to be someone very stupid if he wants to hurt the girlfriend of the Rindou Haitani.” You mimicked his gesture by pointing to yourself before kissing his cheek. “Thanks for telling me, I’ll train hard to break the bones of anyone who crosses my path.”

Although you were already imagining that the level of torture would increase, you were willing to make the effort for the sake of your boyfriend's intentions. However, he won’t be getting any head for two weeks. That's a fact.

Rindou squeezed your cheek before saying, “That’s my girl.”

You smiled and stretched out your hand, “Now give me the keys, I’ll drive.”

He seemed to have forgotten your previous agreement since he widened his eyes, you knew he wasn’t a big fan of the idea of letting you drive, but too late— you had already snatched the keys from him and got on the bike.

Your boyfriend sighed in defeat before sitting behind you, “Just don’t run a red light again, please.”

#𐀔 — mar wrote this.#— drabbles #— tr #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x you #rindou x reader #rindou x y/n #haitani x reader #haitani rindou imagines #rindou scenarios #kanto manji x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers drabbles

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captainsbaby · 2 years

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Mikey's Precious Girl

note~ this is set when mikey is 18 and the leader of kanto manji. please dont put too much thought into the plot lmao i just wanted to write about mikey going crazy. im gonna cross post this on ao3 (@/Ace_Bitch)

cw/tw~ reader is refered to as being a girl several times, afab reader, reader is called 'bitch,' reader gets kidnapped, heavily implied noncon against reader, a kid throws up(not graphic and off screen), bad guy gets the noodles beat out of him and so does reader, mikey kinda goes feral and issues a mass murder order

wc~ 1.3k

this is dark content! read the warnings! if any of the warnings make uncomfortable do not read!

After having been a part of Manjiro Sano’s life for years at this point, the higher ups of Kanto Manji know a thing or two about what pisses him off. One of those things being when you don't show up to meetups with him, apparently.

When you no-showed him today, for the first time ever, it upset Mikey. Enough that his entire gang of fight-loving young men has been on edge since he came back from the small hole in the wall cafe that you had been having lunch together at for years.

If it were under different circumstances, the first thing Sanzu would have done after walking into Kanto Manji’s base would be to laugh at all of the pinched, concerned faces he saw.

Today, however, he isn’t in the mood because while he was out looking for someone to make his day more interesting (read; someone to beat up) a scrawny little errand boy from a troublesome opposing gang approached him. That little boy was asking for Sanzu’s king.

The invincible Mikey.

Normally, Sanzu would have beat him up, and that was actually his plan until the boy stuttered out something that made his blood boil.

The boss of this opposing gang had you. The single most important thing to mikey.

And, naturally, what's important to mikey is important to his number two, so Sanzu picked the kid up by the scruff of his neck and swiftly carried him to his king.

It was clear to everyone that Mikey was pissed off, but when that errand boy shoved out a USB flash drive while talking about a message from his boss about ‘the girl,’ everyone was suddenly silent.

Mikey made eye contact with Kokonoi, having a short silent conversation that made the second man grab his laptop out of his satchel and walk over to the young leader.

Kokonoi grabbed the USB off the floor and plugged it into his computer. He knew that this could be some sort of trap, but he also knew Mikey was mad.

Furious.

So he better not keep mikey waiting.

As soon as the usb had been fully plugged in a video popped up and Kokonoi looked to Mikey for confirmation that he should press play.

He got the approval in the form of a small and tense nod and pressed play.

The video took a second to load, eventually showing exactly what Mikey had dreaded.

You. And you were crying and pleading for mercy.

Your head was only being held up by a hand in your hair. Your right eye was already swollen shut, a gash on your forehead bleeding into your remaining eye. Your lips were split and your white school shirt was stained with what he assumed to be your blood and your tears.

Speaking of your shirt, the top two buttons had been broken open and your chest was showing.

The boss then walked into frame holding a knife with bloody hands.

His voice cut through the tense silence of Kanto Manji’s base.

“Ya'know, I honestly thought it would be harder to kidnap someone so precious to the great invincible Mikey.”

The hand in your hair dropped your head, letting gravity pull your entire upper body down to the dirt floor.

“I also thought that you, of all people, would have taught her not to go with strangers, but I guess it is to be expected that when my guys dropped your name she would go with them oh-so willingly.”

The boss turns to you and calls for two of his men to hold you up so he could 'have some more fun’ with you.

You are lifted to your feet by your arms courtesy of two lackeys. The boss approaches from your side as to not come between you and the camera. He wants the great mikey to see everything he does.

He brings the large hunting knife in his hand to the front of your skirt before dragging it up your stomach to the highest remaining button on your shirt.

He cuts the button off, letting your shirt pop open.

He turns to the camera, looking at mikey though the screen, as if to have a conversation.

“Hey, Mikey, I wonder, have you touched this pretty pussy yet?”

He laughs, then continues. “Well, I guess I'll find out soon, huh?”

Mikey, at this point, is ready to ring this guy’s neck with his own bare hands.

“Let’s make this a game, great mikey. If you can find us before my patience runs out, then you can save what's left of this bitch’s innocence. If not, oh well. Sucks for you and her. Good luck.”

It took Kokonoi not even ten minutes to find the exact location that the video was filmed in.

An old warehouse on the east side of the neighboring city, in the heart of the opposing gang’s small territory.

It should have taken nearly an hour to get there by bike, but due to Mikey’s impatience (and everyone else’s) it took not even half an hour.

Only a few of the non-higher-ups of Kanto Manji have ever gotten the pleasure of meeting you. Mikey has always been protective of you. You insisted you could handle the four block walk from your apartment to the cafe. And he believed you.

And now, you're being held hostage and tortured.

When the warehouse finally came into view, it was about an hour after the errand boy had been unceremoniously dragged into the base. One entire hour.

And for the first time in so long, Mikey was truly scared. He was scared of losing you. the only one he had left.

Upon reaching the large double doors that stood between Mikey and his girl, they noticed another little boy next to a small pool of vomit.

When the boy spotted the young men, he froze, and just pointed to the doors, whimpering something about 'she’s in there’ and spewing out a string of apologies.

Mikey led the way through the doors before anyone could voice their concerns about an ambush.

The first thing he saw was the boss of this opposing gang, standing with his hands in his pockets, back facing the doors. on the floor at his feet was you.

Mikey's precious girl.

And you were crying.

The second thing he saw was the four dozen men standing, waiting for orders to attack.

That was never going to be enough to take down Mikey, but now that he’s furious? it’s almost like it’s supposed to be a joke.

The boss finally turns his attention to Mikey, and upon closer inspection, is holding a piece of fabric.

“Hey hey, the great mikey’s here, finally,” he mockingly laughs out.

Noticing that the fabric caught Mikey's attention, the man holds the scrap up, revealing it to be a pair of panties. That are now spattered with blood.

“Oh these? yeah, they-” he doesn’t even get to finish his sentence.

Mikey then gives the go ahead to his men before continuing to kick the man now at his feet.

Again.

And again.

Until the man is lying in a puddle of his own blood and Mikey hears a whimper of his name.

From you. Oh, god. You.

Your shirt is barely hanging onto your arms and your skirt is halfway flipped up.

As Mikey walks to you he looks over your body, inspecting you.

Physically, you’re in one piece. Bruised and bloodied, but still alive.

Mikey takes off his gang jacket and crouches at your side, gently placing his hand on your less bruised cheek.

He wraps his jacket around you before gingerly picking you up and carrying you towards the exit.

As he reaches the doors, he turns his head back to give an order.

“Kill them all.”

Written by @/CaptainsBaby on Tumblr

#ahhh im nervious #ace writes!#ace writes dark!#tw.noncon #tw.blood #tw.murder #tw.vomit #mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #kanto manji x reader #fem!reader

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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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I kinda kinnie Mikey wnev he goes like “dark-impulsivity-mode” bc I often feel like I wanna kill everyone around me, and ppl annoy me in general.

-Also me when somebody interrupts my precious sleepytime-

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clovers-garden-co · 2 years

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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲?

everything changed the night manjiro decided to show up at your window. you were still shaken up from past events but, the two of you were always there to comfort each other. that’s why you jumped slightly in your bed when you heard a knocking on the glass.

when you looked, there he was, peering into your window. “..Mikey?” you blinked. shuffling over to open your window. "Mikey why are you here?"

"Just let me in, okay?" You sigh, but nod, stepping to the side so he can climb in. You watch as he sits down and takes in a deep breath. "Was there.. something you needed?" You ask.

He shakes his head. "Not something I need, but something that I wanna say to you." A bead of sweat trails down your face nervously, and you nod, urging him to continue.

"I wasn’t planning on telling you this, but I felt like it would be better if I did.. I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to my promise." he mumbles the last part. "..what do you mean promise?"

Mikey watches you. "I’m not gonna be here for long, y’know?"

You pause, giving him a weird look. "and why not?"

"I’m.. planning on running away."

This was news to you. You could understand that the weight of everything from Valhalla to the loss of his sister.. and every other thing that basically got fucked up could’ve been stressful, but you never guessed that he’d actually… run away.

But you don’t judge him for it. "Why? What happened?" is all you ask.

And he shrugs, shuffling in place awkwardly. "….you know." His voice starts to tremble when he speaks, and his eyes begin to gloss up (if that’s even a term.) "you might not get it.. but I really don’t want to hurt you guys.. especially you."

You sit beside him on your bed, slightly leaning towards him, "do you want to talk about it?" eyes scanning over him as he thinks for a bit. "..I would, but I don’t know how you’d think of me after. it doesn’t really matter anyways.."

You shake your head, "we’ve really just.. got each other now y’know? I’ll happily listen to what you have to say."

he hesitates.

"you sure?"

"positive."

Mikey nods, "..you remember what happened at bloody halloween, right?" you let out a sharp exhale, "vividly."

"when I punched kazutora?" he says, and you hum. "Yeah, what about it?"

"I have… no recollection of punching him. Only when it was over did I realize what I was doing." he sighs.

you nod, sitting quietly for a few seconds to register what he was saying. "so you just tapped out?"

"I guess..? But I’m scared if it’ll happen again.. to you guys especially."

"well.. what do you want me to do?"

Mikey goes silent before shaking his head. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you before I go. I don’t think… I don’t think you’ll ever really see me again." his gaze travels down to the floor. "And that’s my intention anyways."

You begin to think. This, is definitely a serious problem. But he doesn’t seem to want or consider therapy because if he did, he would’ve been going already. There’s also a high probability of your life being put in grave danger. So you shrug, "I’ll go with you." But your proposition gets shut down with a firm no.

"And why not? ..I could help you and.. I don’t want for you to just be going through whatever you’re dealing with alone!"

" [name] I don’t want to potentially end up killing you." You go silent, so he chooses to continue with his reasoning. "you’re the least person who I want to hurt out there.. it’s dangerous.. I want to keep you safe no matter what because you’re the only one I have." He then stands up, walking back to your window with the intend to leave.

"If anyone asks where I went, pretend you don’t know anything."

"Can I just go with you?" you plead, hoping he’d change his mind. "You’re not even thinking about how I’d feel about this, you’re just leaving me!" your eyes begin to water. "I just.. don’t want you to leave."

He wraps his arms around you, in some attempt to comfort your cries. "I know.. and im sorry for not telling you sooner." you wrap your arms around him tighter, feeling his warmth. "please.. please just let me go with you." you laugh dryly, "if I y’know.. end up dying, you could say I told you so."

" [name] .. you know I don’t wanna do that."

You wipe your tears away, shrugging. "So? why are so you sure that I’ll end up dying?.. if you don’t want to hurt me.. would you still do it?"

"probably." He lets go of you, crossing his arms together. "I’m just warning you. If you come with me, your safety won’t be guaranteed." Your eyes widen, surprised that you were actually able to change his mind.

"so you’ll let me go with you?"

"do what you want.. but whatever happens to you won’t be my fault." He stares directly into your eyes this time. "Understand?"

nodding, you smile softly. "I do.. and I wouldn’t blame you for it either way."

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airbendertendou · 2 years

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28 prompt w vampire!mikey ? him feeding on reader for the first time nd it kinda gets a lil spicy

mikey made it a habit to climb through your window. most nights you were greeted with your frowning boyfriend - he never liked that he couldn’t be out during the day. rolling on your floor clumsily, mikey simply laid there in a starfish position as you giggled at him.

“everything okay?” you ask through your laughter. mikey simply sighs before sitting up properly and dragging you to sit on his lap. pouting, mikey paws at his your hoodie before cold fingers trail inside it, dancing on your bare skin. “bad day or somethin’?”

mikey lets out a loud groan, setting his head back on the wall behind him. “missed you, is all. always miss you.”

you grin, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on his lips. that simple peck turns into more as mikey stamps his hands onto your ribcage, dragging you closer and closer to him. his mouth parts yours too easily as he lets out a sigh into your mouth. you relax into him, hands entangled into blond locks- “ow, mikey! that hurt, you asshole!”

mikey is pulled away from you, licking the small drops of blood that dribbled down his chin. your bottom lip is still bleeding and he doesn’t hesitate to lick that away, too. “sorry, got excited.”

“you will be sorry when i put sea salt in my windowsill tomorrow.” you pout as you nurse the bite he’d accidentally given you. it’s pointless, though - mikey knows you’d never shut him out.

written with kanto!mikey in mind <3 tagging @star2fishmeg for mikey content hehe please remember to add what sentence you’re requesting! request your own here | read more

#👻 : spirited thoughts #sano mikey x reader #sano manjiro imagines #sano manjiro x reader #sano mikey au #kanto!mikey x reader #kanto manji x reader #kanto manji imagines #kanto manji au #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers au

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sofiafushiguro · 2 years

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Hello! Can I plz request Kanto Manji gang reaction (separate) to their s/o being stronger then them? Like Sakura Haruno strong? It's ok if no tho! :)

hi, anon! hm, i already answered a similar ask to this one lmao here

still the same answer, they would be all like wtf is going on and Kakucho would love that!!! he just got himself a girl he can train with <3

idk about the haitanis tho... maybe that would be an excuse for then to try harder lol

#I'm not very creative for sfw scenarios I'm sorry!#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers #kanto manji x reader #kanto manji gang

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miniimight · 7 months

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❝ I LIKE YOU... / I KNOW. ❞ your confession doesn't shock 'em one bit

with mikey, ran, rindou + very nervous!reader (toman timeline)

notes just a wholesome confession scene lol mikey's just as much as a nervous idiot as you are, ran is ... ran, and rindou is also an idiot . also i promise im working on requests i have like seven to work through sobs

it's not like it was hard.

he always felt your eyes on him: passing you in a hallway, in class (which he barely attended, but found himself showing up just to watch you suffer), randomly bumping into each other while out with friends... at first, he didn't care. he had a lot of attention going for him and he thought of you as another drop in the bucket.

but then he found himself paying attention to you.

when you weren't not-so-secretly pining over him, you were looking out the classroom window, a peaceful expression on your face that told him that you were about to fall asleep. or maybe you were with your friends, smiling widely as you exchanged snacks. or maybe you were giggling, your face on fire as your friends helped you craft some kind of candygram.

whatever he caught you doing, he found it endearing. and he couldn't escape it. but for reputation's sake, he tried to hide his adoration and amusement underneath his tough guy exterior. that quickly broke when you finally approached him.

your friends peeking from the hallway behind you both, you gently tapped his arm and your heart almost stopped functioning from nerves.

he cast an uninterested look over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. it was you. "hm?" internally, he was intrigued; he never thought you'd actually come up to him.

"i, uh..." you bit your lip, trying to shock yourself into calming down, but your heart still echoed in your chest.

"did you need something?"

"i'm sorry!" you exclaim suddenly, squeezing your eyes shut as you thrust the snack into his hand. "i like you!"

MIKEY

mikey's heart skipped a beat. "i know."

"uhm..." you whined softly, your body on fire. this was so embarrassing. "okay, bye!" you quickly spun around, hoping that he'd forget it the moment you disappeared around the corridor. he knew?! he KNEW? the fuck did that mean?? WHY DID YOU LEAVE SO FAST?

"wait," mikey's hand gripped your wrist. you squeaked and tried to pull away, but that only caused you to drift closer to him. his own face was dusted pink. "thanks for the snack."

you cast your eyes to the ground. "yeah, i know you're always eating it, so..."

mikey smiled, his grip softening into a delicate hold. he would never dream of giving up a chance to be with the one he'd been yearning for ever since he noticed your starry eyes on him. "wanna ride around with me?"

your eyes lit up and you sent a excited look to your friends. turning back to him as you both walked to his bike, you nervously asked, "so, you said you knew?" you asked, dreading the answer.

mikey smirked, his eyes lidded as he teased you. "yeah, s'not like you were good at hiding it."

"ugh, seriously?" you cringed, hiding your face in your hands. mikey's chuckle brought your eyes to peek over your fingers.

"it's okay, it was... cute." his voice grew quieter, like he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

you blinked at him before you truly processed his words, your heart bursting. "what?!"

mikey looked everywhere except you. "you—you heard what i said! just—come on." he grabbed your hand and ran over to his bike. his hand gripped the top of your head and you were so confused until he pulled a helmet out and slotted it over you. he clasped the buckle under your chin.

he stared at you for a moment before smiling with adoration. your face felt warm as butterflies filled your stomach.

"heh." he giggled, holding the sides of the helmet so that you couldn't hide your face from him. "cute."

as time went on, mikey wasn't so bashful when expressing his love for you.

RAN

he grinned. "ohhhh, i know." he dragged out his triumphant proclamation. "i know."

your face burned and you didn't know what to say to that. so, you bailed. "uh... okay? see you around!" you quickly turned. he knew? why'd he have to say it like that?

it took a moment to realize he was following you.

"so, where are we going?" he asked, tossing the snack package up in the air and catching it. "s'okay if it's far, i got a ride."

you stopped dead in your tracks, bewildered. "what?"

he cocked his head to the side, a calm smile on his face. "aren't we going out?"

you nearly screamed at the suggestion, not expecting this from him at all. "i—no??" you shoved your face into your hands. "i don't know!"

he laughed, captivated by how flustered you were. ran was a guy who liked to sweet talk and see his effect on others, and your reactions were just too good. "come on, i know you've been wanting some time alone with me for a while. you're not so secretive."

you groan and shy away from him. peeking from behind your hands, you meekly asked "was it that obvious?"

he grinned. "yeah. but all the better for me, right?" he put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side and leading you out the school. "knowing i got a pretty thing like you thinking about me all day."

you rolled your eyes, finally starting to come down from the high of your confession. "it wasn't all day."

ran smiled, so tempted to respond with well, that was the case for me, but he figured you'd probably faint. he'd save that for the next time.

RINDOU

"i know." he blurted out before he could think of something better to say. for all the bones he broke, rindou's resolve was weak. but he was good at faking it.

he could tell you were confused, not expecting his response.

you fidgeted with your fingers before you finally spoke up, your face burning. "uh... okay..?" how the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that.

rindou panicked internally, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighed. "are you free right now, or what?"

your eyes lit up as your downcast gaze snapped to look at him. "i am."

a smile cracked on rindou's face as he chuckled with amusement. "then, let me take you out."

"really?!" sure, it wasn't the most glamorous thing to say, but you couldn't help it. you were excited.

"yeah. i mean, you did buy me a snack, so." he held up the package proudly. "gotta return the favor, right? come on, i got a ride."

you tried to hide how triumphant you felt as you followed him diligently. he was awkward, not possessing the same level of finesse his older brother did. like, what does he say to you??

"so..." you started, taking the lead.

oh, thank god. he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"you said you knew?" you mumbled, making a point to avoid his stare. "was it obvious?"

he smirked. "yeah, it was very obvious." you winced, but he continued. "don't worry. it was interesting."

you twisted up your lips in a cringe. "interesting as in a good way, or...?"

rindou racked his brain. ran was always good at thinking on the spot—what would he say? his lips moved before he could stop them. "interesting as in i couldn't stop thinking about you."

you both stared at each other—rindou in absolute shock of what just left his lips and you, completely flustered. your heads whipped away from looking at each other, lips pressed in a tight line as a million different thoughts ran through them. rindou was sure he creeped you out, but then he heard you giggle.

he looked back at you, reading every inch of your expression. you smiled softly. "that was so cheesy."

you kept on laughing to yourself, somehow enamored by his stupid line and he knew he was flying off the deep end.

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Ken Wakui knew what he was doing when he said Rindou is the second best boyfriend in Tenjiku.

Hear me out, he's all sharp edges, scathing retorts and LITERALLY DISJOINTS PEOPLE'S BONES. But with you... Those sharp edges melt like chocolate during a hot summer day. Before you two started dating, he would throw giant parties, inviting a whole crowd just for the sake of having you in his living room. And from his DJ booth his eyes would not stop crawling back to you, you know just in case someone tries some funny things.

And when you start dating, well he doesn't need those parties anymore. Because you're there, in his bedroom, even, and he's making you listen to the mix he made thinking about you ( but you would never know that). And he stopped going to school, but the path to that highschool knew his feet each and everyday. And Rindou is a hothead, drinking the risk at its roots, but still makes sure you wear his helmet perfectly before taking you on a ride on his bike.

Rindou's the type of boyfriend to spend money like there's no tomorrow, but the only time of the year when he saves some in when your birthday's near, his best girl deserves the prettiest, shiniest, newest golden necklace around her neck.

Yes, Wakui, you're right, Rindou's such a good boyfrien-

-" Look at you, such a fuckin' slut f'me "

Oh... Yeah aha aha... 👉👈

Human's nature is a second skin, and maybe the rough edges were just covered underneath some cotton candy dreams. Because the night comes, the light leaves, and the purple eyes of Rindou turn indigo under the desire, seeing you in your lingerie all waiting on his bed. Shit, the door wasn't even locked, Ran could've walked in, any of his friend's could've walked in. This thought makes his blood boil.

-" you like it when I fuck you like this, don't you ?"

At some point, everything hurts, the ties around your wrists tying you to his bed, his hand squeezing around your throat, his relentless thrusts abusing your poor pussy like it owned him some money, but again, pain and pleasure come from the same root and you've lost count on how many times you've came around him.

-" Fucking answer me. " His hand around your throat tightened, making your mouth form a perfect O shape. " You like it when my cock's ruining this tight pussy ? "

-" Rin'... Don't... Please don't make me say it !"

Shame laced orgasms were waiting at your door, but he likes it, the idea of corrupting you, you in your short pink skirts and your perfect girl's next door reputation.

-" Oh yeah you do. Baby loves being stuffed like... Shit, like my pretty little whore "

Another harsh thrust of him would have you arching your back, and his other hand would pull your hair back to have you looking at him.

-" Keep those fucking addicting eyes o'mme. Fuck, babe. Can't ya see how this pussy's hugging me ? You're such a slut for me... Only me, yeah ?"

His hand squeezes tighter around your throat, bringing your attention back to him.

-" This " you cried as his finger tapped over your over stimulated cunt. "Sweet thing's only for daddy's cock, hm ?"

Animalistic thrusts, ragging breaths, soul devouring desire, all until you're coming undone under him, and your fucked up face is enough. He barely has the time to withdraw before his cum is all over your breasts, some even reaching the necklace wearing his name around your neck.

Rindou reaches for his phone on the nightstand, while his other finger shoves some of his seeds in your mouth, barely leaving you anytime to protest.

-" Smile f'me, lemme keep your pretty face for when I miss the fuckin' love o'mma life. "

Yes, yes Ken Wakui, you're right. Rindou is the perfect boyfriend.

Keeping the picture of his girlfriend, tied to his bed, coated in his cum, finger shoved deep in her mouth as a lock screen.

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baby-tini · 2 months

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M4S

It was quiet… too quiet. The leaky pipe making puddles on the floor. The cold, damp air causes goosebumps to perk up on your arms and the hairs to stand up. Trying to move slightly, you hiss at the sharp cuffs as they bite at your raw wrists, the chair groans as you wriggle around in discomfort. Your thighs numb from not moving around, cracking your neck, you whine at the release of tension. The tight ropes giving you some relief when you inhale but cause you to choke up from the smell of bleach. Your ass is sore from the hard, wooden chair as you attempt to wiggle again, get some of the blood flow back into your legs, stretching them feels to hard as the lack of flow makes them feel heavier.

There's a bang upstairs… like a gun shot, then a harsh, bloody cry. One of pain and agony, it feels close but.. far? You're tired, hungry.. dazed maybe? Were you drugged? No, maybe it's just the lack of oxygen from the stuffy room, cold enough to be a basement.. but not quiet enough to be soundproof. Screaming might work, then again, alerting your.. kidnappers, won't benefit you, not even a little, but it's all you got. Although before you can even inhale the air there's a door that slams open not too far away from where you're tied up. It sounds broken from the sickening crack you hear reverberate off the walls. The stampede of steps sound angry, aggressive, the harsh groan of the steps and ear-splitting squeak of shoes tells you that much.

There's loud yelling in Japanese, then a sharp slap to your face, your head flies left so hard your neck cramps up, causing a dull pain to shoot through you. The whimper in pain is laughed off by the men… men? Maybe two, possibly three but you can't tell for sure. It hurts though, everything hurts, and everything hurts even more when a rough hand grabs a fist-full of your hair and yanks back at the root, causing a scream to rip from your throat, only for a bigger, colder hand to clamp around your throat and squeeze tight. A hand, soft and warm wipes away the sweat from your brow, sliding from your cheek to the fat of your lips and running a thumb? over it, tapping the bottom twice, your jaw dropping for entry, the loose feeling of your jaw is nice, until you feel a cold, hard piece slip between them… a gun. The tip of your tongue meets the trigger and you freeze up, attempting to pull away, only for the hand gripping your hair to pull you forward, making you gag on it. There's bile attacking the back of your throat, trying to force it back with a swallow only makes the gun slide deeper, the metal cutting the corners of your lips as your blindfold is pulled off.

"There's no use in pulling back, angel." A man, more on the shorter side, no taller than 5'5, with black hair speaks to you. His voice sound's deep and alluring, you'd go as far as to say sexy if it weren't for the circumstances. He looks similar to his counterpart, the one with white hair, just, not the blonde. The blonde looks the same.. but different? He looked meaner, more provokable, the one with his hand around your throat. The blondes hand tightened when you continued to force yourself away from the gun in the hand of the man with white hair.

There's little strength used to push you back onto the gun, your throat spasming around the intrusive piece of metal. The gag that comes from your throat is loud but muffled at the same time. The hand used to push you further onto the Dessert Eagle -that also has his hand in your hair- is connected to that of a black-haired man, the cut and color really fitting his skin tone and face. He's attractive.. they all are, but, you're still tied up in their basement, the ropes still tight around your abdomen. The prickly fibers on the rope, passing through your thin clothes and leaving an itchy and raw feeling on your skin. The ropes rubbing against the inevitable cuts on your stomach and chest.

The black-haired man leans down, as he pulls your head further back, the quirk of his lips obvious but not genuine. His eyes are the worst, big, black, soulless pits. There's something.. dark, maybe sinister even. Eyes that belong to a killer, not a human being. The eyes of tragedy and sin, not of praise and prayer. He's.. too close, his big black, bottomless eyes, they're scary. Like they can see through you, like theres nothing in them. You can't see a pupil, does he have pupils? He must, but then again, he's not the most… normal looking man you've ever met.

You're lost in a daze, the mans dark eyes like a never-ending abyss, that, you don't realize the calling of your name by the three men, that is, until you feel the hand wrapped around your throat -by the long-haired blonde- slap your cheek. Not as hard as you would've guessed but hard enough to snap you out of your daze. The cloudiness of your eyes leaving and the limp state goes away. The redirect of your mind leads you to look at the man with white hair. He has the same dead, black eyes but.. he looks more tired, more exhausted. He looks like skin and bones, the clothes he's wearing hanging off him noticeably.

The man with white hair speaks up, "When one of us asks a question, you answer, not a moment before and certainly not a moment after. Do you understand.. I said, Do. You. Understand?" You give a nod after a moment of hesitance, the pupil of your eyes dilate at the gun. Your whole body is trembling, "are you gonna kill me..?" It comes out as a muffled whimper, around the gun, less of what you planned but suitable nonetheless, given the situation. You wish they didn't hold so much power but.. these men looked dangerous, it would be best to play as submissive as possible.. be their little angel, so to speak.

The white-haired man stares at you for a second, "I won't kill you if… you give me what I want, deal?" There's an automatic nod to your head. The glow in your eyes speaks for you, as you try to lean forward ready to give them everything… only to freeze at the sadistic grin he -the white-haired man- gives you. The man, slides the gun out of your mouth and uses it to lift your chin, "You eager.. huh, pretty doll?" The fat of your cheeks flush at his words but you don't pull away, not like you were ables to anyway. He -the white-haired man- leans down in-front of your face, "You don't know what I want.. do you babydoll.. huh?" There's an automatic shake of your head, the back down, courtesy of the fear you're feeling. Then comes the tears, the salty water pouring down your cheeks as your throat starts to close up and you start to panic.

There's a quick swap of position, the blonde now stands behind you, with a loose hand around your throat. The black-haired man still has a fist in your hair, but his other hand starts wiping away the tears from your cheeks and rubbing his thumb under your brow to coarse you into a false sense of vulnerability. The white-haired man stays put, the gun still pointed in your face and those dark eyes still glued on you as his hands stay eerily steady.He doesn't seem bothered and you'd bet millions that he's not, this seems to be an everyday occurence for him.

"W- what did you want..?" your voice leaves in a stutter, the sound of a pained whimper, is apparent to the men, that you're terrified. Then again, they could tell by your eyes, the eyes of a scared fawn, just what they like. The blonde speaks up, "We want our money back… the same money you and your little boyfriend owe us." There's a confused gargle at the back of your throat as you look up at him. The black-haired man starts chuckling, "C'mon now, princess. I really hope you don't pull the confusion bullshit like everyone else.." You shake your head at them, "I truly don't know what you're talking about, I didn't steal money."

The blondes hand tightened around your throat, the red imprints already stinging, "lying will only make us angry, maybe you should try telling us the truth. You'll get out of here a lot quicker if you do." You shake your head, only for it to be yanked back by the hand in your hair. The hand in your hair starts moving your head in a 'yes' motion and he laughs in your face, leaning closer. "You'll tell us what we want to know, angel?" The man guides your head again, moving it against your will, causing more tears to slip down your cheeks as your cries come out in pained whines because of the hand necklace you were so kindly given, against your will, of course.

The blonde speaks up, "we know you know what money we're talk- what's this, huh?" He pulls out a dime bag of coke from your bra. The reaction is immediate, to start thrashing in the chair again. Causing the black-haired man to lose his grip on your hair and get pushed away. The slap to your thighs are an immediate aftermath, the stinging causes your thighs to twitch open involuntarily. The gunman steps between them, he's close, too close, his breath smells of red bean paste, dorayaki.. maybe? The man slips the gun down from your jugular to your collarbone, leaving a angry red line.

"Please, that's not mine, I'm just… holding it for a friend. I- It- please, sir listen." There's a look between the men then a laugh. The black- haired man speaks up, getting close to your ear. "Sir, huh? That a lil'.. kink of yours sweetheart?" There's an immediate look of embarrassment, the dark blush climbing up your neck. The blonde leans down on your right, "oh, she likes that… you like this don't you? You like being tied up and having a gun pointed at your head, huh? You're a sick little bitch, you know that?" His hand glides down your clavicle to your stomach, then trailing down to your thighs then gliding his hand back up. He blonde takes out a knife and cuts the restraints on your wrists and ankles, then sheathes it back into his pocket.

"Please… it wasn't on me, it was Akamai, I swear, I didn't know, those fucking drugs aren't mine." There's a whine to the plead in your voice, just noticeable for the three… men, in front of you. "But, that's not entirely true… is it, pretty girl? You knew what your little… what? Boyfriend? Was doing, you came with him, is he.. your little..?"He gestures to your clothes. His two brothers behind him also give you curious eyes. Giving you a full once over, staring at your breasts, a little longer then necessary.

There's a look of disgust on your face, "are you calling me a whore??" There's a harsh lash in your tone. There's a chuckle from all three men. "No princess, well.. maybe, I mean look at you, you're dressed like a little slut. I wouldn't be surprised to find that he'd pimp you out?" It's quick- but not quick enough, your attempt to wrangle the throat of the man in front of you is quickly shut down by his twin? Brother? You're still not sure, but they're too similar to just be brothers. Then again, you doubt they'll tell you, if the gun pointed at your head right now tells you anything. BANG.

The bullet speeds past your face, cutting your cheek in the process. There's a slight sting but nothing serious. The bullet hits the drywall behind you, leaving a small hole. The sickly looking man leans down in-front of you and laughs in your face. His breath reeks of sugary treats.

You're yanked out of the chair by your hair, you trip and fall to your knees but the white-haired man continues to drag you to a door, it leads to a smaller room with a bed. The room is bland and cold, there's only a bed, with no sheets or covers.. no pillow and comforter either. The bed itself is small and looks to be covered in.. blood. The fluids on the bed are dried and old, browning in spots and dark red in others.

"Is this where you keep your sex slaves?" There's a chuckle from the blonde and black-haired man but a scoff from the man dragging you by your hair, "we don't keep "sex slaves".. we don't need to. Women pay to have sex with us, angel.. but there's a first for everything. Maybe you're the golden girl, hm?" The man lays you down on the bed and the black-haired man stands next to him. "Yeah, I like her, we'll keep her." The men make the agreement together, disregarding you completely.

"Who are you guys anyway?" There's a silence then a scoff from each men, "you seriously don't know who we are?" You hesitate for a moment, "I know who you guys are, kinda, The Sano brothers… that's it, I don't even.. know your names." They all step towards you simultaneously, the white-haired man speaks first.

"I'm Manjiro Sano, the one with black-hair is Jiro Sano and the blonde is Mikey Sano." The white-haired man clarifies. You look between the men. "So, are you guys- Manjiro and Jiro twins?" They nod. Then Mikey walks around his brothers and pushes you down on to the bed.

"We're willing to cut you a deal, sweetheart, sex in exchange for your freedom, we'll have your.. boyfriends head instead, sound good?" He states, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You look at Mikey then his brothers, nodding your head as you kiss at Mikeys finger-tips. All three men grin and the other two get on the bed as well.

Jiro, pushes you down to climb on top of you. As he starts to kiss up your neck, Manjiro kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he runs his hand down your stomach, to your thighs and pulls them open. Mikey climbs in-between them, pulling at your pants. He throws them to the side, he takes his thumb and runs it over your clit, through your panties. He slips his index down you clothed slit. There's a wet patch under his fingers and he pats your cunt a couple times.

You whine into the mouth enclosing yours, running your left hand through Jiros hair. Tugging at the black strands, he groans into your neck, biting down a little harder. He pulls back to see the fresh teeth imprints, then he goes back down, he starts to mark other parts of your neck. Mikey licks you through your panties, nipping at the fabric and nuzzles his nose into your clit, causing you to try and jerk away. Mikey grabs you by the thighs and pulls you back down, towards his mouth.

He finally pulls your panties off and swipes the tip of his tongue over your clit, twirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Then sucking harshly on it. You pull yourself away from Manjiros mouth, to throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy. The cry is pretty to them, they want- they need more, they're hungry for it. Mikey pulls back from the cunt, there's a quick whine from you but it's cut short when Manjiro kisses you again. Mikey spits on your slit, then uses his index and middle to smear it on your pussy. Making sure to deliver slow, tight circles around your clit. He leans back down to assault your clit again, giving it wet kisses as he slips two fingers inside and scissoring them apart.

There's a hiss of pleasure that escapes through your lips but Manjiro is there to shush you. Jiro pulls back, "we have to make this quick, I have a meeting with Toman in thirty." He states, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. Mikey pulls back and also slips his pants and boxers off, as he does that, Manjiro places another kiss on your lips and pulls back. He doesn't undress, he just slips the undergarments below his cock. Then pushes into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around his tip without order.

Mikey leans back to spread your thighs a little wider, he takes his cock in his hand and rubs the tip along your slit, pressing the tip to your clit to circle the nerve before he slides in. The spit providing extra lubrication, as he slips in easily. You look over and make eye-contact with Jiro, the does of your eyes only feeding into your lust as grabs your left hand to wrap it around his cock. Smearing his pre-cum to help jerk him easier.

You're full, so fucking full. You've had sex before but it's never felt this good and you doubt it ever will again. You've never met a man that fills you quite like Mikey and you highly doubt his brothers would disappoint you as well. Judging from how your mouth has to stretch beyond capacity, and how your hand barely fits half-way around Jiros cock. The drugs were worth it, stealing the drugs from Akamai were more worth it then you first thought. You've always wanted to fuck the Sano brothers and if that means framing your money-hungry limp dick boyfriend then so be it.

Jiro moves closer to you and squeezes your hand tighter around his cock, he groans from the pressure and you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist and rubbing your thumb up and down the slit, it causes him to keen over you as he catches himself with his right hand above your head moving his left down to rub at your clit. The added pleasure causes you to squeal around his brothers cock. Your throat spasming around Manjros cock as you attempt to bob your head quicker on his dick. Mikey pulls you closer and pulls both your thighs onto his left shoulder as he fucks you harder, his right hand pressing down on your stomach, as his dick leaves a physical imprint inside you. He gives your left ankle a kiss as he leans his head on your calves, watching as you take his brother down your throat.

Manjiro wraps your hair around his fist as he starts to throat-fuck you. He uses his left hand to wipe away your tears as he rubs his thumb under your right eye. "You're doing so good for us, sweetheart?" You try to nod for him as best you can. He chuckles as you choke from your nodding and gives your right cheek a couple pats before he leans his head back and lowly groans. The sound reverberates around the small, bare room and so does the sound of the bed creaking, occasionally hitting the wall, every now and again.

The body bounces in rapid jerks from the thrusts as all three men fuck you pliant. The gags of your throat sending vibrations through Manjiros cock and he whines. The man looks at you through lidded black eyes. "Tell me now before I finish down your tight throat." There's a rapid nod from your end, you need to feel it slip down your throat, you need to taste him. He nods, letting his head fall back as he cums down your throat. His twin is next, Jiro cumming all over your chest, some getting on your stomach. He breathes heavily as he lazily grins at you, still rubbing tight circles around your clit.

You cum, harder then ever before, harder then you thought possible. Mikey tries to pull out but you shake your head and whine at him, he chuckles at that and pushes all the way to the brim, his balls taut against your ass as he cums inside. He's warm and fills you full, your stomach having a little bump from it, that he so gleefully pushes down on when he pulls out of you, causing the cum the slide out of you. Only for him to use his fingers to slide it back into, with a kiss to the cheek gets up. All three of the men stand up and redress themselves, giving you a smirk as they do so.

Manjiro walks back over to you and pecks your lips and with a peck to the cheeks from Jiro and Mikey, they grant you with the words you've longed to hear, since you saw them that day.

"We're gonna keep you princess.. I hope you don't mind."

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kokoch4n3l · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ sacrifice(eat me up) ࿐ྂ "I dedicate to you my life, you can devour me whole"

summary: you held grudges. too many of them. so when Mikey beats your ass and puts you into a two-day coma after the disbandment of Toman, you're pissed and without thinking, show up at his place with a knife to get some revenge. It doesn't turn out the way you expected.

notes: inspired by the lyrics of sacrifice by enhypen. my first [y/n] fic and first ever fic written in second person! I hope it's acc good lol. NOT edited.

warning: gang violence, near-death experience, use of weapons, toxic relationships, slight knife play(?), suggestive themes, death threats, mature language, pet names(baby, pretty baby)

pairing: kanto!mikey x f!reader

word count: 1256

It felt like the world was ending when Mikey disbanded Toman. It was so out of the blue, so out of nowhere, so random, you couldn't understand why he did that or why you were so upset in the first place because it's not like you were ever officially a member anyway. You were simply a glorified nurse for the captains of the gang. You Mikey’s childhood friend, both of you training at his father’s dojo, close to Baji as well. When Mikey created Tokyo Manji Gang oh you pissed off. Girls weren’t allowed in biker gangs. It was annoying but you were an unofficial member by affiliation somehow. Somehow.

Mikey was acting weird after that. Or at least on a particular day when shit really came crashing down on you. He came over to your house, knuckles bloody, a blank look on his face. As usual, you patched him up. Took care of him while your phone was buzzing with calls from Mitsuya, Draken, Pah and all the former captains. As you answered, Mikey grabbed your phone and threw it at the wall. In one swift move, Mikey pinned you to the floor. He had left you for last after pushing away the old squad leaders, giving you a beating that you were certain could have killed you if you didn't fight back. He wanted to move on. He wanted nothing to do with you, nothing to do with Draken, or Mitsuya, or Pah, and he was always someone who got his way in the end.

But you were stubborn and held grudges. So when you wake up from your two-day coma and can stand without wanting to pass out, you go to Mikey’s place with a switchblade in your pocket and your left wrist in a cast. It isn’t hard to barge into his room since you have a spare key. He was doing something. You didn’t know exactly what but before he could turn around you flicked open the switchblade. Just as he turns around you take the chance and lunge at him, sending the both of you to the floor of the shed and you press the short blade to his throat. Mikey makes no move to try and defend him. Instead, he’s looking like this amused him. Like he knew you would come back because no matter what he's put you through, you always had in the end. It was almost humiliating. “A knife?” he murmurs, his hands coming up to hold your hips while you straddle him “That’s cute, still can’t beat me just like when we were kids?”

That angers you. The tone he was using, the memories he was using against you. It wasn’t fucking fair. You had never been able to beat him during sparing sessions when you still used to go to the dojo. Even now, you can’t. It wasn’t fucking fair. You give him the nastiest look you can muster and press the blade a bit harder against his throat. “I’ll kill you. I swear I’ll fucking kill you Manjiro” You hiss angrily at him “You think you can do that shit to me and get away with it?”

Mikey however, laughs. He fucking laughs. “Yeah, I do think that”

You feel annoyed. Mikey’s hair is out, not in the usual half-up half-down style. His dark circles were prominent and he looked paler than usual. But fuck he was still so pretty. “You’re a fucking asshole Mikey—”

“—Manjiro” He says in a way that corrects you, squeezing your hips “not Mikey… Manjiro”

“Shut up!” You yell and use your half-casted hand and punch him in the jaw

Mikey doesn’t even flinch nor does he make a sound. He rolls his jaw and stares up at you with a blank look and squeezes your hips even tighter. “I’ll kill you! I swear to god I’ll kill you!” You yell at him “Why the fuck did you do that to me?!”

You could feel yourself getting emotional. It was your weakness. You tended to cry when you got too angry. It was embarrassing and the reason you didn’t get angry as much and right now you hoped you didn’t burst out into tears while you were holding a knife to the Invincible Mikey’s throat. But you start to tear up anyway, your vision going blurry. “You gon’ cry, baby?” Mikey murmurs, a hand coming up to hold your cheek so carefully in comparison to last time when he almost killed you with those same hands

It’s humiliating. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. You were supposed to hurt him the same way he hurt you. But you had always been weak when it came to Mikey. Even after he hurt you like he did, even after he almost killed you— you were weak. “I hate you…” You sniffle as tears start to run down your cheeks “I hate you so much Manjiro”

Your tears drip down your eyes and onto his face due to the way you’re hovering over him. But Mikey doesn’t waver nor does he change the condescending expression or tone he has. It was embarrassingly easy for him to pull the switchblade out of your hand. You shiver as he drags the blunt edge of it against your cheekbone while you continue to cry. Mikey sits up and you slide down from his hips to his lap, straddling his thighs now. “Poor little baby” He says softly but in the same mocking tone, now dragging the blunt edge of the blade against your jaw

Tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, shuddering nervously each time the cool metal makes contact with your skin. “Manjiro…” You cry like a damn child “Why did you do that to me?”

Mikey however smiles as you cry. He leans over and licks up your tears. It’s gross. You cringe and flinch away from him but his free hand that wasn’t holding the switchblade has a firm grip on your waist. “So pretty, hm… My pretty baby”

He wasn’t taking you seriously. This was fun to him and it was making you even more mad and then anger was making you cry like a damn child. “This isn’t fair” You cry as he lowers you onto the floor on your back

Mikey has the blade pressed to your throat now, your hand lay limp on either side of your head. “It isn’t?” his tone is mocking “It was all just a test… Wanted to see if you’d always come back to me just as you said you would. Now look baby, you passed my test”

He sounds oddly cheery for someone who has a switchblade pressed to your throat and almost killed you about a month ago in your own house. “I’ll devour you whole like I want and you’ll let me like you always do” Mikey whispers as he presses a kiss to your forehead and presses the sharp edge of the blade slightly harder against your throat “You’ll let me won’t you?”

You were weak. Always too damn weak for Mikey. You sniffle and desperately grasp at his shirt. It was always like that and it would stay like that. You would let Mikey hurt you, kill you, bring you back to life, eat and devour you whole and spit you out as he pleases because… Because you were weak. “Yes…” you choke out through helpless and heartbreakingly sad-sounding whimpers

Mikey smiles and his free hand slides under your shirt. “Good girl… Now let me get a taste”

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Mikey headcanons.

(My perspective, opinion on Mikey headcanons)

(Also any ideas for characters?)

MIGHT BE SPOILERS! ⚠️

Mix of female and male reader

(Kanto or kantou manji idfk and idfc)

Might be bad grammar because I’m naturally a fast typer.

Fluff

-I could see Mikey being clingy (Toman Mikey and maybe even Manila and Bonten Mikey but in more private places with just you and him.)

-Toman Mikey’s probably very defensive and protective of you, just like with baji. (Ifykyk)

-if your in a bad mood he might give you a couple nibbles of his dorayaki, only if your sad but he’s definitely stingy.

-messy sleeper. I feel like sleeping in the same bed with him is a mess. He definitely will have his arms and legs everywhere. I feel like he would randomly wrap legs with you.

-Your relationship would probably be private for safety reasons even though he would still let you around Toman but your his so called close “friend” similar to his relationship with Draken.

-Petty, not petty in like a bad way though. For example if you forget to get him some dorayaki when your coming to see him he’ll do something small but petty as revenge.

-only sleeps in cold beds. He likes the cold breeze in his room.

-he’s like a woman on her period when you don’t bring him the snacks when he asked you to.

Angst

-when Draken died his mental health got even worse. I believe Draken used to baby Mikey because he could never get out of bed on his own after what happened with Shinichiro so you’d have to be the one to help him with simple tasks like helping him get up and care for him because he won’t do it for himself.

-Bonten Mikey is a light sleeper so if you move a lot he’ll definitely get pissed and hurt your feelings by saying something insensitive, he will never hit you though.

-Bonten Mikey has insomnia on certain nights, he’ll lay in bed with you until you fall asleep and then get up to do something else while your sleeping.

-Manila Mikey would ruin plans with you to go out and find takemichi. (Ifykyk)

-Bonten Mikey would definitely talk shit about Bonten executives to make you hate them as much as he does.

-Once kanto manji arc started Mikey became possessive. Like you cant talk to certain people and he needs to know where you are at all times. This is because Mikey feels as if those around him that he loves are bound to die, he feels as if he’s bad luck. If you were to not tell him where you were he would send members out to find you and dark impulse might even happen, as in he might hurt or kill someone in the meanwhile.

-long hair Manila mikey will come to your house randomly to hang out meanwhile acting as if he doesn’t have his victims blood on him.

-all Mikey’s (except toman and kanto) are pretty merciless. That’s included killing a child or animal if needed.

-Ever since Kanto manji arc Mikey tends to get easily frustrated or pissed even though he keeps a blank face. His eyes say it all.

-sometimes Mikey might snap at you because of dark impulse and then realize what he did. This would result in him doing something such as starving himself, locking himself in a room somewhere or just straight up harming himself as self punishment.

(This is actually a headcanon because of black dragon arc where Mikey purposely let taiju hit him as a punishment to himself and when he let Draken beat him up because he couldn’t protect Emma. Basically letting others hurt him because he believes he deserves it.)

-Manila Mikey has manic episodes sometimes. I feel like he would be delusional at times and hallucinate.

-Bonten Mikey cannot sleep without you, he doesn’t like the thought of you being somewhere else while he’s laying down.

-Manila Mikey is manipulative time to time to get what something he really wants. When he doesn’t get it regardless he’ll loose his cool and get violent, Mainly from dark impulse.

-Keep a close eye on Bonten Mikey and Manila Mikey when you can. Atleast text Bonten Mikey four times an hour to check on him. But don’t text him on busy days. If he doesn’t answer your text call him on a busy day, call him.

-Mental disorder for sure.

-bad communication skills. Whenever you call him out he’ll say something like “You knew what you were getting into.”

-puts you and those he truly loves before himself. Selfless person but also very selfish when it comes to people he doesn’t care about.

-Bonten mikey has fantasies of having a double suicide with you. So that he’ll be free from his suffering with you still right beside him in his heart. You’d both probably end up dying with each other.

-very possessive and jealous. To the point it can be agonizing. Only if you really put him in his place (in any way..) he’ll stop for a bit.

-Manila mikey is usually smiling but as soon as he gets angry his whole persona turns upside down.

-Bonten Mikey has scars all along his body but hides it with sleeves etc.

-Long hair Manila mikey does a lot more gore killing then you’d expect.

-toxic asf

-yandere (toman mikey doesn’t kill others however other timeline Mikey’s wouldn’t hesitate for you.)

-They’d probably treat you like shit at times but go spiraling when you threaten leaving them, despite knowing that you can’t.

-I feel as if at times they’d occasionally victimize themselves, only till you hit them with a reality check.

-They are guilt tripping at times, but I feel they’d do it to get your attention, unhealthy obsession.

Smut

Dominant (mixed slight submissive in this too but yeah…)

-Long hair Manila mikey would wanna do some crazy shit sex wise, despite him never actually doing it for you sake.

-Bonten Mikey is definitely rough but quiet. In a irritated mood? That’s fine, he’ll take it out on you sexually.

-kanto manji Mikey is also pretty quiet but he starts off slow and then gets faster. He really doesn’t care, he’ll fuck you while other Kanto manji members are near.

-Manila Mikey does a lot of foreplay. Like thigh and neck kissing and slowly making his way up. If you were to do it to him he’d be ashamed of himself but then again he loves it.

-I feel as if long hair Manila Mikey and short hair Manila Mikey would do foreplay for a long time until you get desperate enough to beg him for more than just that.

-Manila Mikey groans a lot and whines occasionally. I feel like he’s slightly louder and whines often when he’s in the submissive role.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t have a high-sex drive so he’ll just rail or ride you for your sake (he still loves it though) . But every other Mikey timeline do it for themselves.

-only time Kanto manji Mikey is in the mood is when he needs to relive his anger. (Either topping you or bottoming for you, whatever he wants more.)

-Every Mikey timeline is controlling in the sex department. (They can still be a controlling bottom until you put him in his place.)

-long hair Manila Mikey only fucks to get his mind off things. He’ll go all night, depending on how long you go the louder he gets.

-he’ll praise you just so your body can react.

-his hips and thrust are hard. Prepare for painful aching the next day.

-Thigh kissing kink.

-choking kink.

-lots of hickeys on collarbone and neck.

-emotional sex depending on how he’s feeling.

-passionate sex if you’ve pleased him or impressed him in anyway.

-he definitely leaves bruises on your hips, he keeps a firm tight grip.

-I feel like Manila Mikey would call you “doll”

-Manila Mikey is playful and unserious at first but when he starts to feel the pleasure he gets quiet and rough.

-this might suck a little but if you piss them off sometimes he’ll become controlling and only go for his own orgasm, leaving you half done unless you beg for it.

Submissive

-Bonten Mikey was not a big fan when he realized he was more submissive to you. As long as you take him somewhere very private he’ll be as loud as he wants. Other than that he doesn’t fuck in places where people are near.

-Kanto manji Mikey is loud. Deadass don’t know why but I feel like he’s mumbles curse words while you rail or ride him, he’s gets a satisfaction of relief. (depending on your preference and gender)

-Manila Mikey, his ego was lowkey hurt but if you go fast he’ll only care about sex in that one moment.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t like fucking in open places. You have to be somewhere private and far away from gang members. As long as he isn’t limping or aching when your done he’ll pretend nothing happened and go on about his day.

-Bonten Mikey whispers. He’ll whisper if he wants it slower or faster but if you don’t slow down sometimes he’ll get loud.

-if you make Manila Mikey cry in the middle of sex he’ll get submissive and emotional. He’s a pretty crier.

-Manila mikey likes to ride. He’s louder that way.

-I feel like in response to his trauma he’d hate being degraded severely while bottoming, only occasionally, he’d probably prefer quiet sex or you praising him.

-Both Bonten and Kanto manji Mikey grip sheets tightly. They might even tear the sheets.

-best place you can get any timeline Mikey submissive is bending over a desk or table.

-Manila Mikey has a praising kink, you praise him and he’ll praise you back. He will ever admit how much it makes his heart race.

-Bonten Mikey breathing gets erratic when you praise him.

-All Mikey timelines hate the thought of getting caught being in a submissive position. I genuinely think they would kill or threaten anyone who were to see a damn thing.

-Bonten Mikey is disrespectful until you fuck him dry. He’d probably be judging and talking shit nonchalantly then get all quiet when you prove him wrong.

-Neither of the Mikey timelines talk much in the middle of sex beside Manila mikey. I believe that the rest of the Mikey timelines beside Manila mikey are pillow princesses when on a bed because they’re too embarrassed to see the look on your face while your fucking them. (Either riding or railing them)

-fucking any long hair Manila mikey or any adult Mikey with with his long hair out and free is top tier. He’s pretty with his hair out and messy.

-Punishment sex for any of them is a turn on but they’ll never admit. Nothing is more embarrassing to Mikey than you making him beg for it.

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