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wolfiesmoon · 4 months
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Like a cat
Mikey x gn!reader
Hehe my eepy boy (ignoring his murderous tendencies😜)
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"Uh uh, no you don't." You pushed Mikey away when he was about to settle on top of you.
He looked at you as if you had betrayed his trust. "But why...?" He pouted at you.
"Because, I have to leave for some errands in a bit and I know you don't get off once you lay down on me." You explained, crossing your arms as you leaned back against the headboard.
Before you could even react, he was on top of you and hugging you.
"Mikey!" You yelled, but immediately gave up on scolding him since it would be pointless anyways. He has a habit of "tuning you out when you say unnecessary things". In his own words.
He's strong, so it would be hard to push him off, too.
Your only option is attempting to convince him to let you go.
"You promised to stay with me forever..." he mumbled into you, sounding betrayed.
"I am, what are you, five? I seriously have to go get ready in 5 minutes!" You tried squirming, which didn't work.
"Leaving me here isn't staying with me forever. I'll be left all alone..." He raised his head, looking at you.
"You don't need to be alone, you can go bother Draken while I'm gone, or something!" You protested, trying to get out from underneath him.
"Ken-chin isn't you." Mikey dropped his head on your chest again, making himself comfortable. Yeah, there's no way you'll make it in time.
"You know I love you, but sometimes you really-" you were interrupted by a quick kiss to your lips.
"Shut up."
"Mikey-"
"Shut up." he closed his eyes.
Welp, that's another plan you have to cancel.
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adiraargent · 3 months
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Being in a relationship with Mikey (Manjiro) Sano
warnings: fluff, HAPPY MIKEY gender neutral reader
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Mikey is very protective of you
Mikey's protective instincts extend to those he cares about. In a relationship, he's fiercely protective, always ensuring his partner's safety and comfort. He might seem intimidating to others, but he's incredibly gentle and caring with his significant other.
Super duper loyal
Loyalty is one of Mikey's defining traits. Once he commits to someone, he's devoted to them completely. He stands by his partner through thick and thin, always being their unwavering support.
Loves to take you on random adventures
Whether it's a late-night motorcycle ride through the city or an unplanned road trip, he keeps the relationship exciting and full of surprises.
Balancing Toughness with Tenderness
He has a tough exterior due to his leadership position and experiences, but with his partner, he shows a softer side. Mikey can be surprisingly affectionate, often expressing his love through small, meaningful gestures.
Deep Understanding
Despite his youthful appearance, Mikey has a depth of understanding and wisdom that comes from his experiences. He's a good listener and offers insightful advice, creating a safe space for his partner to share their thoughts and feelings.
Shared Passions
Mikey is passionate about bikes, loyalty, and his gang. In a relationship, he appreciates someone who understands and respects his passions. Sharing these interests or at least showing interest in them would deepen the bond between him and his partner.
Respect for Independence
While he's protective, Mikey respects his partner's independence. He values their individuality and encourages them to pursue their aspirations and dreams, providing unwavering support along the way.
Challenges of Leadership
Being a leader can be challenging, and Mikey might sometimes struggle with balancing his personal life and his responsibilities within his gang. However, he strives to make time for his partner despite his commitments.
Being in a relationship with Mikey involves experiencing both his protective, fiercely loyal side and his softer, more caring aspects. He values loyalty, respect, and shared experiences, creating a bond built on trust and understanding.
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xiefuyu · 6 months
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overworked.
-- bonten x reader
🖤 — Tokyo Revengers
📝 — non-con drugging (its bonten, what did you expect) (its for your own safety tho...?), cursing, it's bonten timeline that's a spoiler itself, platonic relationship, not proofread
:a/n — I ain't indulging non-con behaviors everyone t___t
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Being Bonten’s intern was hell.
But hey, they pay much more than your ordinary 8-5 job so it works and you’re not going to complain loudly. It’s just one of those days where you’re full of work. Like full full kind of full. You wish it was your stomach that was full of food instead.
The light coming from your computer is starting to make your eyes sting and your lower back is being a bitch from how long you’ve been in the same position for hours.
When you first started this intern thing, the work wasn’t this heavy but as the time went by, you noticed how the top executives became comfortable with you to the point that they dumped their report-making to you.
(Let’s be honest, they’re just straight up bullying you.)
(Let’s be honest, you want to kill them.)
But you’re a broke person who’s living in a penthouse given by your boss, Sano Manjiro, and living off of the pay given by Kokonoi so yes, you’re going to fucking endure this like how Takeomi is still enduring life despite being the lung cancer’s incarnate.
You sigh and decide to take a break. You start questioning the existence of time when you saw that the sun had already risen. What the actual fuck? You swear it was just nighttime! Were you taking Sanzu’s drugs without knowing it? Did Bonten decide to prank you and cover your office windows with big TVs?
You groan and curse.
“Fucking great, not a single wink of sleep again.” you tell yourself and slap your thigh for being stupid for letting yourself disassociate with reality.
You stand up, determined to put some kind of food in your stomach because goddamn, you swear you just saw a grim reaper standing beside your desk, raising an eyebrow at you because of your condition.
You flip off your hallucinated grim reaper and start walking. It’s morning, you remind yourself. It’s morning and those goddamn lazy ass executives (Ran and Sanzu) will come in any time now. The thought of dealing with their asses makes you roll your eyes, immediately regretting it because it caused a goddamn pounding in your head.
You just hope you don’t run into one of them while you’re on your journey to get food.
Who are you even kidding? Your office is literally beside Sanzu’s so it wasn’t a surprise when you bumped into him on your way to the general kitchen.
“Good morning, Sanzu-san.” you greet because you’re not an asshole and he’s literally your boss. “Aren’t you an early bird?” he teases, eyebrows wiggling. You roll your eyes in your mind, just giving him a smile and walking past him towards the kitchen.
Sanzu doesn’t miss your darkened eyebags and the fact that you’re still wearing what you were wearing yesterday.
“Oh, right, the fridge doesn’t have anything, kid.” he says and grins as he watches you close your eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Come on, I’ll treat you to the canteen below.” he beckons and you shake your head.
“It’s fine, Sanzu-san. I can pay for my own food. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Sanzu just hums, following you like a lost kid. “Kid, did you finish my report?” 
Kid.
Old ass man.
Calling you kid as if you’re not younger by 4 years only.
“Yes. I’ll bring it to you later, Sanzu-san. Will you be at your office?” He gives you a lazy smile and shrugs. “Who knows?” if he’s not your boss and the fact that he could kill you without hesitation, you would have cursed him in his face already. But you’re kind so you remain silent and patiently wait for the elevator doors to open.
The both of you walk in silence towards the canteen. The atmosphere suddenly drops when the lower members of Bonten see Sanzu behind you. It was a common occurrence but it doesn’t fail to remind you that the man walking behind you was a criminal. A big, experienced, and an unhinged one at that.
The smell and sight of food makes your stomach growl silently and you walk faster, hoping Sanzu didn’t hear it because this bitch will surely tease you for it. Fortunately, he remains silent behind you, just watching you get your food, not even getting some for him. He follows you to a table, sitting across you, still silent.
“Do you have anything to say, Sanzu-san?” you asked when he remained looking at you. It wasn’t uncomfortable for you but you sure as hell found it annoying, wanting nothing but poke his eyes with the fork you’re holding.
“You stink,” he says.
You close your eyes, breathing in and out deeply, calming yourself down. No, you don’t stink, thank you very much. Despite being holed in your office for almost 24 hours, you still smell like your perfume, vanilla extract and pastell herbs.
You don’t say anything, opting to continue eating because you’re fucking hungry and you’re sane enough to priorities yourself before this spawn of Satan himself.
The two of you sit in silence.
You don’t know why but Sanzu got you an ice cream, shrugging when you threw him a confused look. “I did say I’ll treat you,” he says.
You thank him and let yourself smile when you see that it’s your favourite flavour. Without further ado, you start eating your ice cream, unaware of Sanzu’s wicked grin.
A few minutes later, your eyelids feel heavy, making you frown. Is it a food coma? You used to feel sleepy after eating sometimes but you know that it’s not the case this time. You look up at Sanzu and curse when you see him grinning at you.
“Sanzu-san…what…”
“Not drugs.”
With that confirmation, you let yourself succumb to darkness, cursing Sanzu silently and hoping he didn’t hear you.
“Sanzu-san…you fucker…” Sanzu laughs loudly when he hears you cursing him. It’s your fault for trusting him and eating the ice cream that he gave you, honestly. (Not true, Sanzu is just an idiot).
He stands up to pick your limp body up and makes his way to his office. “The fuck? What happened?” he hears Kokonoi asking, looking at you in worry. “Nothing. Just made her fall asleep.” he says.
Kokonoi sighs loudly, “Sanzu, did you fucking put a sleeping pill in her food?” he asks, upset. “Bingo!” Sanzu exclaims, not so loudly, before grinning at Kokonoi’s tired facade at him.
“I told you not to do- whatever.” Kokonoi cuts himself off, already knowing that he won’t get across Sanzu’s thick skull and when he sees you still wearing your yesterday’s outfit. “Bring her to the private lounge, not your office.” he warns. Sanzu rolls his eyes but nods, his plan to let you nap in his office gone.
He’s more than aware that you’ll curse him in your mind when you wake up.
But hey, seeing you snuggling closer to the blanket he put over you and deeper into the pillow was enough to dull the regret he’s feeling for overworking you.
(Don’t be deceived, he’ll overwork you again by dumping his report-making to you.)
By the time you regain consciousness, it was already dark outside, making you sit up abruptly, ignoring the sudden dizziness caused by your action.
“Get some more sleep.” you jump at the voice, head whipping around the source and you curse in your head when you see that it’s just Mikey.
“Boss.” you called out. “I’m okay now, boss.” you throw the blanket aside but stops when you see that Mikey’s hand is playing with a familiar sleeping pill. “What did I tell you about overworking?” His tone was that of command, making your heart beat faster. 
You curse Sanzu for forcing you to rest. If he didn’t, you could have showered in your office so as to not cause suspicions that you stayed in for the night.
Your bosses, the top executives, are absolute menaces (except Kakucho, Mochi, and Kokonoi) but you’re aware that they care about you and your health. Including Mikey, the top boss.
Ironic how they literally hired you to do work that involves playing with Death himself.
“I apologise, sir. I lost track of time.” you answer, bowing slightly, hoping Mikey will just let this slide. 
And he will. He always does for some reason.
You hear him sigh and you look up, victory bubbling in your chest. “Just go to sleep. It’s already late.” he warns as if he won’t let some of his boys drive you home where the security is tight as hell.
“I need to shower, boss…” you say, feeling icky now that you’re hyper aware of the fact that you still haven’t cleaned your body. “Use the shower here, then. I am sure you have clothes in your office.”
You ignore how he emphasised the word office as if he can’t believe you have spare clothes, home clothes, rather, in your office.
In his defense, you’re not supposed to have those kinds of clothes in your office because they belong to your house. Because he already warned you about not overworking yourself to the point that you sleep in your office. 
“Then, please excuse me.” you sheepishly said, bowing at him again. He says and does nothing, just watching you walk away.
When you get back to the private lounge (because you’re not allowed to go home as it was already late) you see Mikey still there.
He points at the sofa bed,
“Sleep,” he commands. Maybe it’s because your exhaustion is catching up to you but you found yourself already slipping away from reality. 
Nevertheless, you were still a little bit awake when Mikey stood up and made his way towards you. You were still lucid when you feel his cold hand patting your head along with an almost familiar soft-
“Have sweet dreams.”
Letting your eyes close completely, you smile a little and mumbles a you, too, Mikey-san, before falling asleep for the second time that day.
A/N; might be a mini series again woah haahah
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katsune-nya · 6 months
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Y/N: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?
Mikey: It was autocorrect.
Y/N: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?
Mikey: Yes.
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blueparadis · 1 year
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Hi! I love your writing :)
If you have the time/are interested can yo make TR Mikey x reader smut with Mikey realizing reader is a virgin right before their first time? Either he believed gossips or the reader teases a lot or something. Whatever you cook up if you decide to do this, I am sure I will love it :)
Have a nice day
Thank you >:)) okay. this was very precise but idk why it confused me. I did my best tho. I love him sm. I'm always excited to write on him >^< hope you love it too <33
STAY WITH ME ; MANJIRO SANO !
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୨ content & tags ୧ ~ f!reader, mafia au, mention of brothels, arrange marriage, virginity k!nk, ( domestic ) fluff, f1nger1ng, orgasm control, kisses and soft love making, very light corruption k!nk, teasing, he is a big softie here. word count — 2kish + blog navigation.
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“You know about this ?”, Draken throws the newspaper in front of Manjiro who is deeply staring at his knuckles and his rings, sitting on a bar stool holding a drink with his non-dominant hand.
“They made it public. Were you aware of this? . . . ”Draken continues in a harsh tone with his eyebrows furrowing further as Manjiro keeps him playing with a ring, juggling it in between his fingers. “Mi-key, you know what this means right? The wedding is gonna happen in a week or . . .”
“Shin told me that we're going to visit them. Tomorrow. So, I figured . . .”
“You figured what? Y/N is practically in the front page with massive headlines and. . . ” Manjiro grabs the news paper instantly looking at the photo of her. She is walking out of a shop in a one-piece dress that reveals much of her body curves, beautifully, he must add. And except the chauffeur, there is no sign of a bodyguard. How dare he! That scoundrel.
Moreover, it's been almost a year since he saw her or it would be more accurate to say that he was forbidden to see her, meet her, talk to her. The only thread of communication he had with her was occasional gifts, though it was more of a bridging alliance with her father than wooing her.
“We’re leaving.”He rushes out of their private bar,“Now. And Inform Haruchiyo. He is coming with us.”
“What? ”, Draken gasped. “But Shinichiro -san ”
“Didn't you want me to take action? This is me taking action . . . for her. ”
“Ahhh, fuck it.”
Manjiro wasn't angry. He was furious, furious that his fiancee is roaming around the town without any sort of protection. He has been humbling himself since the day this bond was sealed. He had stopped going to whore house, bringing girls in his house or even going to a bar with Izana. The day this marriage was confirmed, he knew he had to cut off all these (bad) habits once she is under same room with him.
She was sent to study abroad, right after the meeting. Manjiro would have easily continued his lavish acts but he was told to behave, told to be prepared for her. And now that she is back, Manjiro was supposed to court her, take care of her, and get rid of the childish awkwardness of a newly married couple. Who knows what happened abroad? She might have been deflowered or . . .
“Woah. What a good day it is . . .”, Y/N’s father rose up folding the newspaper and keeping it on the tea table as he saw three men approaching in his way. Manjiro Sano, Ken Ryuguji and Sanzu Haruchiyo. Of course, they had no trouble with the security.
Without greeting Manjiro walked in to the house, he was determined to meet her. Draken stopped y/n's father with his hand while his lips started to work. “Nah... Shiba-san .... When did y/n got back? We came here immediately as soon as we saw her... in the headlines” Haruchiyo stood beside the man with his eyes on the ground, hands tucked behind at the valley of his waist.
Manjiro smiled to himself as he heard Draken making the small talk. Ah! Geez. He never changes. His eyes scanned the hall. Not a soul was there, not even a servant. He heard quick footsteps cascading down the stairs, his heartbeats escalated, breathing became faster, hands crawling inside the pocket of his slacks. . .“Ahrey. . . Isn't it yuzuha? ”
She cocked her head to a side exclaiming in a bored tone. “Hakkai and Taiju are busy at the restaurant. I'm sure you know why”
“I’m not here for them” Yuzuha couldn't help but smile at his confession.
“She is in her room. Up-stairs. Right - wing. Last room with balcony.” Manjiro was already walking as he bowed his head to give his utmost thanks to her.
He stood in front of the door for a minute thinking now what? He hasn't prepared shit to say and he certainly doesn't want to scare her. Last meeting was . . . he was quite hard on her. He knocked, three times and waited. Within five seconds he saw y/n opening the door with so much zeal in her eyes.
“You should always ask. . . Who is it? Before opening the door.”, Manjiro quipped walking into the room and closing the door behind, without turning so as to keep his eyes on her.
“Are you not surprised to see me? ”
“Yuzuu texted.”, that girl always had a knack for enacting tit-for-tat whenever there was an opening.
“So, within a week. . . You'll have to stay. . . ”
“Stay with you, share bed with you, obey you. . . Yeah, yeah I know” God! What did they do to her? Last time when Manjiro saw her she had no fire in her eyes, no fight in her soul. What exactly happened at abroad?
“I wasn't going to say that but i guess that sums up. Here”, he kept a strip of medicines. “You will have these. I want you to be prepared for our wedding night. Start from today.” Part of her knew what those pills did, while part of her wanted to ask, to hear through his voice. How fucking rude! No gifts, no talk straight to sex.
The wedding day was lustrous and full of happiness. Just for a day, everyone in the Shiba family set aside there differences to make you smile. Yuzuha complained a little about how she is gonna be lonely without her sister and claimed she is gonna visit her soon but Manjiro brushed it off.
“You’re drinking too much. . . Is the crowd making you nervous? Do you want to go inside? Is the food too spicy? ”
Manjiro was kind even for a man who belonged to the obsidian world of blood-bath. His attention was focused on her, her tone of talking, body language. He cannot wait to just have her, share bed with her and fuck her in all positions known to a man, fuck her till all she remembers is his name, till she reeks of him, thinks of him and only him.
He entered the room an hour later than her. By the time she already had changed clothes and was under the covers laying down and thinking about the marriage, this marriage that was mere an alliance and she was just a peace offering.
“Y/N, you still awake?”Manjiro asked coming out of the bathroom and standing near the edge of the bed. The light of night lamp was perfectly falling on her face as she turned around to face him. Manjiro’s heart dropped at the pit of his stomach, cock twitched as her body peeked from under the covers.
“Are you tired?”, he asked leaning over her as he tucked the loose hair strands behind her ear. She nodded and sat upright. He was now sharing the same cover as her, cock growing, eyes glinting in lust and heart pounding amongst his rib cage. He cupped her face so as she would meet his eyes but she jerked his hands off instantaneously, jumping out of the bed and making some distance between them.
“Don’t”
“Why? Did i do something wrong? Something that hurt you? ”
“No but . . .” “I didn't take pills.”
Manjiro got out of bed and strolled towards her. She backed away. He could see her shaky hands, he swallowed and looked away. “Do i scare you, Y/N?”
“No.” There was silence for a few seconds since Manjiro did not know what to do, what to say. He wasn't ready to have babies, not yet. And, now he can't even fuck her raw and he would hate to wear condom on his wedding night. He always used protection while visiting brothels even though he knew all the girls were clean.
“I. . . I want . . . I need time”, she breathed out. Manjiro’s eyebrows jumped since an entirely different fact dawned on him. Could it be. . . she is. . .?
“Are. . .” he cleared his throat. “Are you still a virgin ?”
“What do you mean still?” , she thought.
“umm-hmm” He raked his fingers through his pitch-black hair revealing his dragon tattoo as her feeble umm-hmm echoed in his head. She is a virgin, that is, he is going to be her first, probably for everything. Honestly, he wouldn't have minded if it were opposite since he was dry for almost an year and now had to keep himself under control. Great. He is truly fucked.
“Do you trust me, y/n ?”
“I can try ”
Manjiro laid out his hand in front of her. She hesitated at first but the moment she kept her palm over his, Manjiro lowered his head to kiss her knuckles. As soon as he raised his head, he pulled her against his body wrapping his other hand around her waist. Her body felt warm,less shaky as he felt her nose grazing against his chest muscles.
“So, you're saying that. . .”, he earned her stares on him as he spoke further. “No one was handsome enough for your taste ?”
“It was a all - girls college.”
“Uhhh-Hahh!” , Manjiro lips tugged up. “And they didn't tell you about anything? What actually happens during wedding night? When they came to know about our marriage.”
“I wasn't supposed to talk about my life, this life to them. I made friends. They were nice but i missed home.” Manjiro was taken aback by her ways for two reasons; one : she wasn't afraid of him like others, two: she was innocent but not naive, a little brave he might add.
“Y/N ?”
“Hmm?”
And when she peered up Manjiro pressed his lips against her cheeks just at the corner of her lips without a second thought. He has fucked enough girls to know a woman's weak spots but this felt out of syllabus. He guided her hands over his shoulders as his lips proceeded along her neckline. Manjiro bucked his hips , pressed his hard on against her entrance earning a loud gasp with her hands locking around his nape. Bingo.
Manjiro swiftly pushed her on to the bed. He stood looking at her while she panted vigorously. He discarded his upper clothing, crawling on top her. His head dipped while she leaned in, lips slightly parted awaiting for his kiss. But Manjiro’s lithe fingers worked on the buttons of her night dress. “What? You thought I was gonna kiss you. . . on your lips. You asked for time, remember?”
But immediately Manjiro’s lips were silenced by a kiss. Dry, short-lived and quick. His hands were still on undoing the buttons Manjiro couldn't help but grin.
“Is that you call a kiss? ”one of his hands travelled underneath her thin night gown, way up to her vagina. His fingers penetrated her at the same time his lips dashed on hers. Manjiro wasn't in mood to hold back because her body was eager. She was just a little afraid and by her desperate hold on his arms, Manjiro could tell she was loving it.
He explored her lips and kissed as deep as he could. “That is ... What you call a kiss.”, he whispered against her lips before pecking her cheeks. He added one more finger and quickened his pace, hitting her spot, watching her eyes blanking out, her grips growing stronger on his arms, body squirming underneath his. Her hips reflexively bucked up as orgasm washed over her body.
“Good girl. ”, he hummed as he rolled beside her giving space to breath licking his fingers shamelesly.
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ohmykiyo · 9 months
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🪦 title ; trying to do their hair + tr boys genre ; fluff warnings ; lower case intended characters ; mikey, draken, baji, chifuyu, shinichiro 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i was imagining a pouty baji while i do his hair and i cannot rn. reqs are open!
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MIKEY nudges you with a comb with his other arm is extended outwards as he shows you the hair ties around his wrists.
"whaddya want, baby?" you ask, eyes leaving your phone.
he glares at your dismissive tone.
your eyebrows raise in confusion, still awaiting his reply.
"my hair." he grunts.
your facial expression is still one of a confused person, so you ask again. "what about it?"
he's groaning internally at this point, annoyed that you don't get the hint. "my hair, dumbass. do my hair."
"no need to be so rude." you mumble, sitting him between your legs as you begin to part his hair.
he sighs, laying onto your leg as your fingers thread through his soft blonde hair.
you giggle, "'m gonna put y're hair in pigtails."
his head immediately spins to face you, a scowl painted on his face.
you smile, pinching his cheek.
"y/n stopppp.." he complains, smooshing his cheek against your knee.
you roll your eyes, going back to combing through his soft locks. he doesn't know it yet, but you're still putting silly pigtails on his hair.
and he doesn't seem too inclined to complain as he immediately dozed off, head resting on her inner thigh as she ties rubberbands around a handful of hair she tugs gently on.
let's just say all of toman took several pictures of their gang leader, who looked more like a pretty princess rather than the "invincible mikey".
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DRAKEN lays gently between your legs, eyes looking up at you sweetly.
you grin, hands instinctively coming up to caress his face. "need somethin', baby?"
he nods, looking at his hair which seems a little too messy for his liking.
"my hair.. could you do it for me?" he asks, a hint of carefulness in his tone.
you nod happily, doing his hair was your favorite past-time, and who were you to object when he asks you so sweetly?
fingers threading through his hair as she crosses one big strand of her over another, making a pretty braid in a matter of minutes.
draken's indulging in it all, the way your fingers scratch at his scalp gently, humming his favorite tune which almost pulls him to sleep.
you mumble a small "all done!" before moving a hand under his chin and the other on his cheek so he could look up at you.
"y're so pretty, ken." you beam, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
he grunts, moving his face to litter kisses all over your palm.
he sends you his infamous smirk before whispering a little "thank you, m'baby."
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BAJI grunts loudly, trying to get your attention. "sweetheart, it'd be fuckin' nice if you could look at me for a moment."
you chuckle lightly, turning to face him with your pencil still in hand. you only witness how messy his long jet-black hair is when you finally turn back.
"baby.. your hair's a mess.." you whisper, trying desperately to hold in a hearty laugh.
"ya think i don't know that?" he groans, his hand running through his tangled hair.
you burst into a fit of giggles, getting up to move towards his figure. as you're now standing in front of him, his arm moves to wrap around your waist, securing your figure in front of his.
your hands move to push away the stray hairs from his face. "need me to comb y're bird nest right up here?"
you laugh, patting his head. he lets outs another series of complaints, talking about how "y're so mean" and you should "cut y're boyfriend some slack".
your lips twitch upward into a smile, grabbing a comb and finally running the comb gently through his black locks.
"happy now, love?" you ask, running your thumb over his cheek.
he nods, rolling his eyes in the process before pecking a little kiss to your waist. his own way of saying "thank you, baby".
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CHIFUYU messes up his hair for the third time, while you watch him give in to his frustrations.
"somethin' wrong, 'suno?" you call out, eyes boring into the back of his head as he catches your eyes in the reflection of his bathroom mirror.
he grunts out short responses, "stupid fucking hair- can't cooperate f'shit."
you laugh, and chifuyu fights the urge to smile at the pretty sound.
you make your way into the bathroom, arms wrapping around his torso. "lemme help you, baby, you're struggling too hard."
your teasing remarks only makes him huff, his arms falling limply to his sides as he allows your fingers to get to work.
he smiles as you glide your fingers through his hair, styling it the way he prefers effortlessly.
"you're good at this.." he whispers, watching you work in awe.
you smile, "i know."
he pursed his lips, grumbling over your nonchalant reply.
he only thanks you with a kiss to your lips once you finish.
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SHINICHIRO sighs into your chest after another long day at his shop.
you let out little laughs and giggles here and there which he dismisses until he notices the light tugging on his scalp.
he looks up at you, face contorted into a suspicious expression. "what're you doing...?"
you chuckle, telling him it's nothing and to go back to sleep.
his eyebrows raise in suspicion but he dismisses it either way.
the way your nails scratches his scalp and the way your fingers played around with his dark hair.
he's met with instant regret as he wakes up with bright pink rubberbands tying his hair up.
you laugh obnoxiously, taking in his disheveled figure as he stares into the mirror in disbelief.
he slaps himself internally, he should've known you were up to this.
he turns to face your laughing figure, his lips twitching upwards into a smile. he can't bring himself to be angry when you look so pretty laughing at him.
he'll let it slide.. just this once.
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svnaaaaaa · 4 months
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On My Way - Sano Manjiro (Mikey)
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pairing : mikey x fem reader
summary : takemichi is on a mission to save hinata, he is also on a mission to save y/n and mikey.
warning(s) : anime + manga adaptation, killing, pregnancy stress, divorce, heartbreak, dying in sleep
next : part one
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author's note : so this is my first anime-related heh. i want to make levi as my first piece but now is tokyo revengers season so yea. also i changed the plot a bit to make more sense in my part.
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second year of middle school, wasn't the only golden year for hanagaki takemichi. but also for l/n y/n. because of him and hina-chan, she met the love of her life, sano manjiro, mikey-kun.
2005
y/n, alongside with her friends were giggling as they walked towards hanagaki-kun's class. as hanagaki-kun appears in their view, they immediately chasing the blonde yellow haired guy. feeling eerie from his back, takemichi turned around and saw bunch of girls from tachibana hinata's class. the girls were giggling which making takemichi confused by their action. "tachibana-san said that she's into you hanagaki-san." miyuki-chan said and then they left the scene, leaving takemichi confused as ever.
2017
"innocent civilians have fallen victim to the growing dispute between the tokyo manji gang." a news announcer spoke which attracted y/n's attention as she stopped mixing her cake ingredients in a bowl and placed the bowl on the counter top. "tokyo, manji gang?" y/n mumbled to herself. "six were injured in the dispute and one person was taken to the hospital and immediate suffered in cardiac arrest." the announcer continued as y/n keep her focus on the news. "at the place of the incident, there was one death confirmed due to the dispute. tachibana hinata, 26, from shibuya-ku, tokyo." the announcer continued reading the news but as soon as y/n heard the recognized name from her past, she immediately blocked the world. all she could hear was this ringing noise in her mind as the world started to spin around.
felt onto her knees, y/n felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. "nee-san, are you okay?" y/n's younger sister, yuuki, asked. instead of answer to her, y/n started to sob and immediately cry. yuuki surprised by this, went down on her knees and wrapped her sister in her arms.
"h-hina-chan, she, she-"
blackness covered y/n's view and mind.
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seeing the black-dyed hair in her view, y/n could see the smile painted on lanky guy who she called her boyfriend. with a dragon tattoed on the behind of his neck, y/n wrapped her arms around her lover's, mikey, neck as happiness filled her heart.
it feels like she could die like this.
mikey wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and twirled her around, making her giggle. mikey has always love y/n's giggle. it sounded like angels were singing to him personally.
"i love you l/n y/n." mikey whispered in y/n's ear, making she tighten her wrapping.
"i love you too, sano manjiro."
2005
walking side by side, hinata and y/n always go to school together even they were still in pre-school. it could be said that they are childhood friends, despite y/n being cousin with takemichi from her mother's side. easy to say, y/n was the one who bring them together. "isn't that takemichi?" y/n asked as she pointed out at the blonde yellow haired guy. hinata's smile brighten up. "go." y/n said and hinata jogged a bit to catch up with takemichi who is right in front of them.
"good morning, takemichi-kun." hinata greeted and takemichi turned around and shocked. "hina-chan!" takemichi exclaimed as hinata put out a peace sign at him, smiling. "it is good to see you like this, going to school like a normal student." hinata said and y/n chuckled at hinata's comment.
in class, y/n placed her palm under her head as she looked out of the window and watch the school view of front yard. "y/n-chan~ what are you doing after school?" one of y/n's classmates asked. y/n looked up at the girl and hummed to herself. "hina-chan go to a date with takemichi so i guess i'm free." y/n replied. "want to go to karaoke?" y/n smiled at the thought and nodded her head yes. "okay sure!"
then there was a slam of the door being open sideway. "there's a fight in the hallway!" the student announced and all y/n's classmates went outside of the class to see the fight. y/n and her friends looked at each other first and then stood up to go to the hallway to see what is going on. then they saw all year three guys were lying on the floor, groaning to themselves. y/n gasped at the view. "who did this to them?" y/n asked.
"stop it right there!" it was hinata, who behind takemichi, and two blonde guys in distance. one is tall with braided hair and another one is short and have such beautiful hair. "huh?" the tall one speaks up. hinata walked up towards their way. takemichi was saying something but it was inaudiable. then there was a smack sound.
tachibana hinata, slapped the short blonde haired guy, hard.
2017
a slighty breeze seeping into the room, making curtains dance along with the wind. beeping machine sound was heard. y/n opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light of the room. "nee-san, you're awake!" yuuki's voice was heard. "y/n, are you okay?" it was takemichi. "takemichi.." y/n mumbled to herself and eventually, she started to sob and cry again. both yuuki and takemichi shocked by the reaction.
"it was manjiro, wasn't it?" y/n asked between the cries and takemichi just looked down at his feet. "tokyo manji gang, it was him who killed hina-chan!" y/n yelled this time and stress was taking over her as the machine beeped crazily and rapidly causing nurses to enter the room to make yuuki and takemichi out of the room. then entered a doctor into the room.
waiting at the hospital hallway, yuuki and takemichi waited patiently. yuuki sighed heavily. "manjiro-san, haven't you ever contacted him takemichi-kun?" yuuki asked and takemichi shook his head no. "it has been months since i last contact him." takemichi answered. both sighed. the door of the ward room opened and the doctor exited. both yuuki and takemichi stood up. the doctor sighed. "she can't be expose to such pressure, now that she is heavily pregnant." the doctor said and yuuki sighed this time.
to be precise, y/n has been pregnant for seven months now. exactly seven months mikey left her, without knowing that he's going to be a dad. the gender was still unknown for since y/n wishes to know on the day baby is born. nevertheless, y/n wishes to put his last name in the baby's name.
on their way back home, both yuuki and takemichi silently waited for elevator. "yuuki-chan, how did y/n and mikey-kun be like they are now? weren't they in love like madly in love?" takemichi asked. "i am not sure myself as well takemichi-kun but, what i did know about was how mikey-san keeps on disappearing until he was no longer coming back home and one thing another, a divorce letter showed up." yuuki replied, sighing at how bad luck in life her sister was put in.
all she wanted was a long lasting love life until the end.
later that night, y/n was left on her own since the doctor said that y/n has been put to sleep until the next day. little did they know, someone entered her ward room with bad intention. seeing the beeping machine still going on, the person decided to get things done immediately. pulling out a syringe with poison in it, was placed in her vein.
y/n was slowly dying in her sleep, alongside her unborn baby.
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after the visitation from the hospital, both yuuki and takemichi parted their ways. takemichi went to the train station that he usually went to and then he received a phone call from yuuki. "eh? yuuki-chan?" takemichi wondered to himself. "hello, yuuki-chan." takemichi answered and all he heard was wailing from yuuki's line. "yuuki-chan, what's wrong?" takemichi asked right away and the wailing doesn't stop. "n-n-nee-san, she's d-dead!" yuuki yelled in the phone call and takemichi was stunned. shock even.
the ceremony were attended by close family only, for safety and pre-caution. as yuuki, her mum and dad sat at their designated chairs placed for them, takemichi became their escort. not only he lost the love of his life but also a close family member he called 'cousin'. "goodbye nee-san, yuta-chan." yuuki bidded before cremation ceremony begins.
l/n y/n and sano yuta. mother and son, daughter and grandson.
on his way back home, he refused to accept going home with the l/n as he wanted to go home on his own to clear out his mind. 'mikey-kun left right before he met his own child, hina-chan and y/n died on the same day.' takemichi thought to himself. without any warning, he was pushed off onto the train track, noticing a train coming his way. "now it's my time to die, huh?" takemichi mumbled to himself.
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"takemichi-kun." that voice. takemichi opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes he missed the most. a pair of eyes belonged to his beloved, tachibana hinata. "hina-chan?" takemichi looked around and they were in train at the moment. takemichi patted on his body to see he's in his school uniform. he looked at the train window and saw his younger self. "eh?!" takemichi shocked to himself. "takemichi-kun." hinata called him once again. "yes, hina-chan." "let's go sit down, there's a space there."
both sat down on the given space as they sat next to each other. "takemichi-kun, how did you do your finals?" hinata asked as looked at takemichi, noticed him getting startled up. "oh, finals." takemichi said. "that really takes me back!" hinata weirded out. "takes you back? but we just took them earlier." hinata pointed out which makes takemichi fumbled out. "y-yeah we did." crap, why did i said it out loud, he thought to himself. hinata smiled at him sweetly. "study hard okay, because you've got a dream right?" hinata asked, takemichi was taken aback for a moment. "a dream?" takemichi talked to himself.
as they were on their way to hinata's house, they saw someone familiar. it was draken on his motorbike. "uh, draken-kun?" takemichi mumbled to himself as draken held up his hand. "come to musashi shrine by tama river, everyone's going to be there." draken said and takemichi looked at hinata. hinata smiled sweetly. "i'll go with you!" hinata exclaimed, making takemichi taken aback once again. "great." draken commented and off he go. once draken was out of sight view, there was y/n stood in front of then within a distance. "oh?" hinata shocked and go off to where y/n stood at, grabbing her hands in hers. "what are you guys doing?" y/n asked hinata. "wasn't that guy was with the guy you slapped before?" y/n continued and before hinata could reply to her, y/n felt a bit jerked back.
it was takemichi, hugging y/n.
at the funeral, takemichi saw a name plate stating y/n's name and a boy's name next to her. "who's sano yuta?" takemichi asked yuuki, who setting up the casket flowers arrangement. yuuki looked down at name plate. "the baby's, y/n wanted to name the baby yuta, she knew it was a boy and she planned of the name ever since she knew about it." yuuki told him. takemichi's eyes starting to water up, knowing an innocent child has been involved with the past of his parents.
"uh?" y/n felt weird with the sudddn embrace. she put her hands on takemichi's shoulders and then pushed him off of her. "what's wrong with you baka(stupid)-michi!" y/n yelled out at takemichi making hinata giggle at the two cousins. "that was draken-kun, he invited takemichi to musashi shrine and i want to go too!" hinata exclaimed. "then i want to come as well!" y/n exclaimed as well. takemichi reminded silent, remembering the death of y/n.
"it was manjiro, wasn't it?"
"tokyo manji gang, it was him who killed hina-chan!"
"yuuki-chan, how did y/n and mikey-kun be like they are now? weren't they in love like madly in love?" takemichi asked.
"i am not sure myself as well takemichi-kun but, what i did know about was how mikey-san keeps on disappearing until he was no longer coming back home and one thing another, a divorce letter showed up." yuuki replied.
'after i realized that i've came back to the past, and seeing hinata and y/n in one piece, i knew i need to save them but how?!' takemichi thought to himself. hinata and y/n looked at takemichi weirdly. "takemichi-kun.." hinata called. takemichi looked up. "let's go?" takemichi nodded his head. "let's go." takemichi said and three of them started walking to the shrine.
'to save hina and y/n, i need to know why it happened. why mikey-kun changed when the first time mikey-kun and y/n met, they were basically madly in love. i need find the root of it, also why hina was targeted to kill by this gang.'
"uh?" takemichi, hinata and y/n looked around as they arrived to the said shrine. it was empty, dark and eerie. "seems scary." y/n commented. then a roaring sound of motorbikes surfacing and approaching their way. "eh, is this the right place?" hinata asked takemichi as he looked kind of scared. "y-yeah." takemichi replied. "not only this place is scary, but they are scary looking as well." y/n commented.
then one of the guys got off his bike and approaching the trio. "hey! quit staring!" the guy yelled as he walked towards them. "why are you here? don't you know this is toman's secret meeting place?" the guy continued. huh? toman's secret meeting? "w-well i was told to come here." takemichi replied and the scary guy keeps on tormenting takemichi. "who the hell would call you to come here huh?" the guy asked and grabbed takemichi by his collar. "hey, let go of takemichi!" y/n yelled at the guy, hinata placed her hand on y/n's shoulder. "y/n-chan, no." hinata warned.
"are you, takemitchy?" a guy asked as the trio looked at the guy's voice direction. it was a silver haired guy. "y-yeah." takemichi answered while being lifted. "oi, he's the guest of our leader. let him go." the silver haired guy said as he kneed the guy that lifted takemichi. the guy put takemichi down and silver haired guy walked in front of the trio. "follow me, takemitchy." that guy said and the trio followed the silver haired. "are you this is safe?" y/n asked while tailing them. "i'm not even sure y/n-chan." hinata said.
the silver haired stop walking causing the trio to stop as well. from there, they saw familiar faces. "yo, takemitchy. sorry for the sudden invite." mikey voiced out while sitting on his cb250t motorcycle. "yeah, it's okay." takemichi said. "hey emma, this is takemitchy's girlfriend and, who are you?" draken asked, looking directly at y/n, whose looking at draken with tense eyes. "y/n." y/n replied shortly. "and y/n, look after them. okay?" draken asked and then a blonde haired girl showed up. "oooookay." the girl replied. the girl looked at hinata and y/n, her eyes lighten up. "nice to meet you, my name's emma." emma introduced herself. "i'm hinata and this is y/n." hinata introduced as y/n bowed her head.
little did they know, mikey was watching the whole time.
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extra author's note : hello! this is my next project, i'm trying to write for anime now hehe. tell me whether you like it or not, or if there is in need for improvements. thank you in advance!
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mytaiyakeylover · 10 months
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𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾 𝙸𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁
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Just imagine the pout that MANJIRO will carry throughout the whole day after he had no choice but to ask Ken-chin to do his hair when he woke up this morning. The boy won’t stop clinging onto you like a koala once he gets to see you again, shooting glares at anyone who has the audacity to steal your attention from him.
It's not just because you didn't do his hair, but also because he didn't have his daily dose of your presence this morning to function properly afterwards. Ken-chin's hands were just so rough, and Manjiro couldn't ask him to stroke his hair like he would ask you, because he always refuses to let you use a hairbrush. Why would he? Your hands are much softer and gentler than that trashy, plastic, hair bully.
He doesn’t care that you were busy this morning and will get his way one way or another. If small white lies such as him having a migraine don’t work, then he will simply demand you brush it while tugging the hairband on his ash-blonde locks harshly. Neither does he care for the literal daggers that Ken-chin’s throwing his way — you’re way more important.
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yanderederee · 23 days
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I’mHere
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cw: yan!themes/mentions of murder/attempted murder/angst/little comfort at end (lowkey yan!reader? oops)
a/n: I’ve had an idea to write this for a long long time now, and only now felt the motivation to do so. Sorry I can’t help having a savior complex~
—-*depicts PreManila!Mikey
Part1 … Part2 … Part3 … Part4 … Now~
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯✦
How long had it been since Mikey went missing, now? How many years had it been since he broke your heart, with that dark and empty look? Your Manjiro… what happened to make him look at you with those dead eyes?
All these years later, you still hadn’t found the answers to any of these questions. Even when you tried to escape the mystery of his leaving, the guilt of not knowing ate away at you. Sure, Mikey had his own issues he had to work out. He was severely messed up over the continuous misfortunes that littered his life. But you always hoped he would keep you by his side to help him find the peace he deserved.
After his disappearance, Toman did their best to look after you. Having been one of Mikey’s support systems, they respected all the effort you put into coddling him. Draken especially. Over the years, they would maintain contact with you, but never had any information to comfort your plagued conscience.
Recently, however…. Obituaries of your once friends were popping up left and right.
Murdered.
Your head spun when Draken’s funeral invitation sat in your shaking hands. Draken? Of all people, he was the strongest person you knew. Dead? Just like Mitsuya, Hakkai, Sanzu—everyone. Was there anyone left to cry to? Takemichi briefly occupied your thoughts, he was still alive, right? But he’d been out of contact for so long, would he even recognize you?
All the death and disappointment of the rotting world had taken its own toll on your mental state. All these years, it was still hard to find stable work. All your money was spend to surviving, your head just barely above water. No matter how hard you tried doing better, nothing ever got better. Not since Mikey left.
The night of Draken’s closed casket funeral came to pass, and all that remained was your sobbing self, having just made it back to your quiet home. Everything became more real all over again. Every single time you attended your old friend’s funerals, something inside you felt like it died all over again.
It wasn’t worth dragging yourself to bed. Wasn’t worth changing out of the same black dress you’ve worn so many times now. You may as well be buried in it. You were surely to be next; right? No one knew who the murderer was, but given the grudge on Toman, you had to be somewhere on the list; right?
You didn’t even care, at this point. Let them come. There wasn’t anything left to keep you connected to this damned existence anyway. Not since that day. Not without your Manjiro.
In the middle of the night, your sleep was once again interrupted with another nightmare. This was normal.
What wasn’t normal was this weird ominous feeling. Like something was watching you. Maybe it was because your window blinds were wide open. Maybe it was because of your bad habit to leaving your front door unlocked. Regardless, that fear quickly dissipated.
You had no tears left to cry, and felt numb to the events that plagued your thoughts at every waking hour. If something bad were to happen, perhaps you would welcome it.
“How pitiful…” you croaked out a humorless laugh. That was right. You didn’t care if something happened to you. Not anymore.
“You’re awake…” spoke a familiar voice. Despite your previous claim of fearing nothing, you broke out into a cold sweat at the sudden sound. There was someone in your apartment. Staring at you. It was instinctual to look around for who.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Having heard him the second time much closer now, your head snapped to the side, about ten feet away was a man. He was shorter, with long black hair and dark dress attire. The room was dark, so even while he was hard to make out, your eyes zoned in directly to the intruder’s eyes.
Your own eyes welled with tears. You knew that empty gaze anywhere. It was him, finally.
“Manjiro…” you whispered affectionately. There was no mistaking him. Weak in the knees, you still attempted to meet him in standing. What do you even say? Should you be mad, he broke in, right? You should be angry about the way he left you—everyone, without reason. Yet the only thing you felt was gratitude.
“I missed you.” You admitted. There was nothing left for you to lose, not even pride.
Mikey’s expression flinched, but only for a moment. He was always weak to your crying. His lips gaped for a second, but slipped back into a thin line. He held back words you so desperately wanted to hear.
“Never kicked that bad habit of yours, I see.”
He was talking about your unlocked door.
“You were never good at picking locks, how else would you get in?”
“Were you expecting me?”
“Hoping more than expecting.”
“You should value your life more, you know.”
“So I am next, aren’t I?”
He was once again at a loss of words. You were right, but he expected you to at least scream at him for leaving the way he did, wail about why he would commit the atrocity of murdering everyone he cared about, beg him to spare you. Anything.
Mikey stepped closer, til you were within reach. He drew out to touch your cheek, expecting you to recoil and dodge. Yet when his cold skin met with your tear stained cheeks, you all but nuzzled into his hand.
“Were you lonely?” You asked, even though you knew the answer. He had lost himself to that same loneliness a long time ago.
“I’m sorry,” you gently laid a hand over the back of his own, warming him with what little heat you had. “I should have ran after you that day. I shouldn’t have let you go so easily. I’m sorry.” You apologized again, a mournful expression taking over as your tears fell in doubles.
“I didn’t give you a choice.” He answered, slowly bringing up his other hand to lightly caress the soft skin on your neck. With one hand, he tightened his grip around your neck. “You never had a choice.”
While it became more difficult to breathe, it wasn’t impossible. He definitely had the strength to do so physically. Yet you two stood in longing eye contact.
“I’ve been as good as dead for a long time now,” you offered him a weak smile, once again leaning into his hand. “My life has been yours, ever since we first met. Do with it as you will.”
“I’m just so happy I finally get to see you again…” you desperately wished to throw your arms around him, breathe in his scent and give him all the warmth you had to offer. But the grasp on your neck kept you in place.
“Why…” Manjiro couldn’t understand. “Why don’t you feel any resentment towards me? I was the one who ruined everything back then. Even to this day, I’ve killed so many friends. Even if you hold no value for your own life, you cared about them, right? Or did they mean nothing to you?” His grip tightened, causing you to choke.
Dare you explain yourself? He was about to give you the closure you craved, either way.
“Revenge was always your thing, not mine. I’ve no use for it. Not when the only thing that now matters to me is already right in front of me…”
Mikey narrowed his gaze. “You really should value your life more.” He graveled with another squeeze, cutting off your air flow.
You didn’t struggle. “My life… is yours…” you repeated, smiling past the tears running down your face.
It made his stomach twist. Was it disgust? No, guilt. After everything, you were just equally as broken. Lonely, with no one to turn to. Just like him.
He imagined you, back in middle school. With all your passion and laughter. He remembered your embrace, the tears you shed were always on his behalf. Your selfless acts of service.
His hand around your throat squeezed even tighter, bruising the soft skin underneath, before ultimately letting you go completely.
“Mine… you say…” Manjiro sighed, hanging his head. He couldn’t do it. He thought he’d killed all the emotions he had. Thought he could leave it all behind and wipe the slate clean. But he couldn’t. Not when his heart still yearned for something. You— always you. Only you, now…
“Yours,” you affirmed hoarsely, cradling his head against your shoulder tenderly. Your beating heart sped up, so eager to have him close.
Despite all his sins, you were elated to still have him. Your Manjiro.
Again at a loss of words, Mikey sighed, allowing himself to be held. He fell slack against your arms, and loosely wrapped his arms around your waist. “I still have you…” he affirmed himself, like hope still existed.
You nodded, and eased him in further. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly, combing your fingers up the nape of his neck and gently scratching his scalp. Your other hand smoothed over his back up and down.
He was real. In your arms at last.
“I’m here.”
And he believed it. He didn’t care if you were lying or manipulating him. Having been ready to end it all himself, with nothing else to live for, and neither did you.
Just two lonely souls seeking each other. This was enough. Even if he couldn’t end it tonight, he could in the future. Even if he had nothing else left to keep him attached to this rotting world, he still craved your embrace. If only for that one thing, he wanted to be alive.
To hold you; and to be held by you.
Even if nothing else mattered, you were there. And that was enough, if only for tonight.
And so, Mikey closed his eyes, and finally found the peace he’d long been searching for. If only for tonight, he slept in comfort and content. And when he woke, you would still be there, your life forfeit, and his to claim.
Life had meaning again.
Even if that meaning was just each other.
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bluerskiees · 2 years
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MANJIRO SANO FLUFF HEADCANONS ☁️
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☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️
♡ Seems cold but is actually very sweet in private.
♡ Craves your attention, sulks when you're busy.
♡ Personal space? Whats that?
♡ Bought you a puppy as a gift, but quickly got jealous after seeing you both get along so much.
♡ Likes it when you both cuddle, having you close to him is the only thing that keeps him sane.
♡ Would shield you from his dark impulses. Swears he'd rather lose his life than lose you.
♡ Gets nightmares about toman and his past every now and then but you're always there to help him.
♡ Likes it when you sing for him with your fingers running through his hair after he had a nightmare. :(♡
♡ Always has his hands on you. Be it your waist, thighs or others.
♡ Dates: Would take you out to rich 5 star restaurant but his favourite is always the late night walks you have. Hand in hand, you snuggling into his chest, savouring the street foods/ Ice cream.
♡ Forehead kisses are his fav type of kisses.
♡ Insecure af. Thinks he doesn't deserve someone like you :(
♡ Not good at expressing his emotions as words, he let you know he appreciates everything you do with a small note or a gift <3
♡ Has your contact saved as "Sunshine" , "Sugar" or "Angel"
。 ˳ْ  | NICKNAMES AND ITS MEANINGS | 。 ˳ْ 
Sunshine — You light up his dark world
Sugar — The way you're sweet; The other half of his bitter coffee
Angel — A precious thing sent to him from heaven ; Other half of his demons
♡ Doesn't smile in front of you often but, smiles secretly when you aren't looking/when he's alone in his office.
♡ Never lets you work or do anything; treats you as if you're a fragile flower ready to break even at the slightest touch.
♡ However, that doesn't stop him from ruining you completely in bed.
♡ Uses sex as a way of relieving his pent up emotions. Angry sex ? Yes. Crying in the middle? Yes.
♡ Best aftercare — Showers you with kisses and compliments. Tells you were such a good girl for him etc....
♡ LITERALLY doesn't care if there are people or bonten higher ups in the room. Would randomly pin you to the wall or his desk and kiss you as if you're a meal and he's starved.
♡ Never raises his hand no matter what. Would kill a thousand guys with no issues but not hit a girl. Especially if its you.
♡ Did anyone look at you inappropriately? They're as good as dead.
♡ Lets you colour his tattoos and would probably have you initials/name marked.
♡ Actually believes money can't buy everything. Afterall, you didn't bugde when he asked you to stay away from him. "A fragile flower like you shouldn't be anywhere near a monster like me".
♡ You're one of his very few weakness so he's mostly scared about what would happen to you if any of those filthy enemies came to know about you.
♡ Would NEVER let Sanzu anywhere near you. Considers him to be a bad influence for you as You're so innocent. Unlike anyone in bonten.
♡ Keeps everything you bought for him hidden safely in a locker.
[I can only imagine the surprise of someone planning to break open his safe only to find simple bracelets, rings, a camera and a few shirts. Like imagine the face of the poor man taking all the risk to get valuables like drugs, weapons, money, documents etc... but finding items like this ? Needless to say, he was tortured by mikey later when he found out someone was trying to steal his most precious things, after you that is.]
♡ Likes it really rough. His life I mean.
♡ LITERALLY an emo boi who loves you dearly.
♡ If he was an emoji, he's definitely be "🐢"
< Always has his shell aka a barrier around everyone except when its you. Poor boy went through a lot and has had many unhealthy ways of coping and finally he decided to isolate himself. Away from the world. Away from everyone. Just like a turtle always being alone inside it's shell >
♡ Has thought about proposing you many times, the thought of you becoming Mrs.Sano makes him more happy than anything.
♡ Tokyo's most dangerous criminal organisation's leader. Gets super soft when you tell him how much you love him.
♡ He knows you both live in different worlds. You, an angel sent from heaven, someone who looks like the personification of cottagecore aesthetic, while he's the complete opposite of you. A ruthless demon who lived in the mysterious shadows, enjoying nothing but the blood and screams of others. He sees the way you put others before yourself. Infact, that's how he met you.
♡ It was a chilly night, he was standing in the sidelines watching sanzu hit a traitor with his car. He sae you too, rush in to help others not knowing about the mess your getting yourself into. That's where it all began.
♡ Definitely stalked you before but oh— thats a secret no one has to know. Not even you <3
♡ You're the RAINBOW in his stormy, gloomy life :(♡
Anon I really do hope you enjoy this 😭🖇
⤷ ୨🎐୧࿐ @/anon
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katasstrophy · 1 year
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STAY—
cw. spoilers for tokyo rev manga ending. mikey x gn! reader. angst w/ happy ending. swearing + bit suggestive at the end. i’m oh so in my feels about him, my forever man <3
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currently sobbing over the thought of you finding manjiro in every single timeline – except for the last, true one.
you find him, always, when the worst has already befallen him and he’s haunted by it, knee-deep in the gore of his own inky dark, impulsive thoughts that suck him in like a chasm, the self-promised responsibility of keeping everyone that’s still alive and precious to him out of harm’s way weighing his entire skeleton down. a shadow of a man, he is, the beginning of something truly monstrous, when you find him. and yet, you don’t shy away. you do something even worse, what he thought unthinkable – you stay.
he is not kind to you. far from it, however much his behaviour shames him and coats the walls of his stomach sticky with guilt. he lashes out at you, calls you cruel words he doesn’t take back even though he never means them. he pushes, and pushes, and pushes you away where he thinks he can finally keep you out beyond the electric wire wrapped around his heart – both to protect himself and to make him bleed. he makes you cry – your tears a waterfall of genuine hurt, carving their path over and over on your reddened cheeks. and yet, you’re stubborn, and you stay. you tell him he’s a fucking asshole for upsetting you, that he was never popular with girls, was he? that what he’s doing is not okay, and for all the life of you, you’ll probably never fully understand what he went through, but you know he’s hurt beyond words. you tell him you feel it, his suffering, so very obviously from just a single look into those dead fish eyes of his – what colour even are they? – so he can be a pissy little baby about it, but you’ve planted your fucking feet and you fear they’ve already taken root so he might as well make his peace with your presence, because you’re not going anywhere.
you linger. you flutter about, like some otherworldly, soothing-balm butterfly. you follow, even though he hasn’t had the desire to go anywhere for a long, long time. you stay, and suddenly it’s a little easier to breathe. he breathes, takes huge gulps of air into his lungs in what feels like ages, and tastes the salt of the breeze nipping at the tip of his tongue. suddenly, he can stomach looking at a sunrise again without wanting to crush something under his palm. an emptiness still clangs inside of him like a great gong that, even if you wanted to fill, you’d be unable to. but even those wounds have dulled from an ache to a throb, because now there’s you – a great, roaring, raging fire. you, who doesn’t give him the luxury of taking his hand, but instead beckon and beckon until he grits his teeth rising from his knees to his feet to reach for and accept your warmth. now, it’s not so dark anymore. now, there are some good days in between the bad and the really bad ones. sometimes, he even smiles. rarely, he laughs, rusty like an old faucet, smoky like a burning house, a weak imitation of his past joy. but still, he laughs, and you’re there to hear it and grin back.
mikey wishes your murmured words and soft caresses against the hard planes of his skin could have cured the unfixable black hole festering in his soul. he wishes your kisses could have sucked out the uncontrollable evil within him, swallow it whole and breathe it out as carbon dioxide, as harmless, used-up, recycled air, because he’s convinced you’re an angel with a touch that turns everything – both splendid and foul – golden. you’re an angel that was meant to show him there’s still good in the world, maybe even in him, but you were never meant to save him. fate’s cruel like that. he was always meant to be saved by another, for everything to come full circle, but he wishes all the same it could have been you.
when takemichi tells him everything – the time leaping and the curse on him – when he goes through another awful, roach-like existence and learns of sinichiro’s sacrifice, the catalyst of everything; when he finally gets the chance to make and do it right with all the knowledge of how to, when he’s grown up and successful with all his friends flushed with health and happy by his side – he remembers you. he finally, finally remembers you. how you met him, always, when he was drowning, and stayed and made him want to thrash and wade to the surface so he could share the same breath as you. he cries – the waterfall of his tears carving a path into his cheeks, at what you did for him, over and over again. the life you offered instead of the plain drifting he was stuck in. and manjiro decides you’ve fought enough. you’ve done more than enough.
so this time, he finds you.
he searches, picks apart the whole city, until he finds you. you don’t remember him, but that’s okay, because he remembers you, and he’s not going anywhere. you’re still so lovely, so golden, appreciative of his advances even though he knows he must come off as strong so early, but you laugh and tell him you find it refreshing. charming, if not a little confusing. and he laughs back this time, fizzy like a bubble bath and rumbling like a fireplace. mikey tells you he wants to stay, with you, so earnestly it strikes you that you might know him, after all. you don’t tell him that, of course, because it’s a bit silly of you, isn’t it?
(you tell him – ask him – later, when he’s been yours for years, when he’s put a ring on your finger and you took his last name. you ask him, after both of your breathings have calmed from a night of pleasurable tangling in the sheets. you ask him, enamoured and so, so in love with him, if he believes in past lives, because you’re so sure of it that he was meant for you. and your husband merely smiles like he’s privy to all the knowledge in the world. he kisses your knuckles sunlight-soft and tells you you were destined for each other from the very start. it leaves a gasp frozen in your throat and a thrill skittering down your spine that makes you want to ravish him once more.)
but that comes later. for now, it’s still a little silly, no matter how adamant this handsome man seems about courting you. so you smile and dip your chin in a bashful nod and say that you’d very much like for him to stay. so manjiro does. he stays by your side and lives the life he was always meant to, with you.
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xiefuyu · 6 months
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A fool
-- Sano Manjiro x sister reader
🖤 — Tokyo Revengers
📝 — angst, hurt/no comfort, mcd, not proofread, manga spoilers
:a/n — it's been a while, i know, but here have some angst hehe. college is keeping me busy, i apologize for not updating the bonten series grr
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Mikey thinks the world is playing with him as he stood in front of yet another funeral of one of his loved ones.
First Shinichiro, then Baji, and now Emma and Izana?
What did he do in his past life to attend too many funerals in such a short lifespan? He thinks it’s such a cruel world for his burning desire to achieve happiness and success alongside his family. He’s tired, lost, confused, and yet, he still felt your hand squeezing his.
Right. You're still there. Another sister, three months younger than Emma. You were still there like a last petal holding onto a single centre of a flower that is him. Will he lose you, too?
And God, if there is still a God out there, he’s starting to see a pattern.
Or maybe a fact.
Everyone around him ended up dying in a certain future according to Takemichi. He ended up killing everyone because of the darkness in him, engulfing them in misery in another future. He’s afraid that he’ll drag you with him.
So slowly, he detaches his hand from you but you didn’t even let him get away an inch or two. He looks at you and sees your tired eyes looking back at him. He wants to think that he’s seeing his own eyes as he does so but he’s mistaken because there’s still some light in your eyes while looking at him.
Why? Why are you looking at him as if he’s the light and not the darkness that caused all of these anger, grief, and losses?
Why are you smiling tiredly at him with those eyes turning a little into crescent moons as you squeeze his hand once more?
“Mikey-nii.” you call out, sounding like a fresh and soft breeze of wind. “Yeah?” he hums.
There, he sees it. Sees the way your lips are wobbling, sees the way your eyes are holding back the tears, and feels the way you're trembling in his hand. He sees and feels it all and it’s suffocating him because why are you trying to keep a strong facade around him?
You also lost people as much as him. You lost Shinichiro, your eldest brother who became your father figure with how he’s not even hiding the fact that you’re his favourite. 
You lost Baji, a rowdy boy with his loudmouth who was like another brother to you, letting you style his hair as much as you want even though you’re pulling out some strands sometimes. 
You lost Emma, God, you lost your older sister who you looked up to, confided in, cried with, and shared almost everything with. 
You lost Izana, another older brother who you met when you were younger, someone you always looked forward to seeing on the weekends, someone you wanted to take home with you and just shower him with affection everyday like you do to your other siblings.
You lost them all and yet here you are, smiling at your Mikey-nii.
“Manjiro-nii.” you called out again and he hums in return once more. “Please…” you whispered, lost in the wind but it reached Mikey’s ear. “What?” he pries. The first roll of teardrops drops on both of your hands that are intertwined. 
“Y/N-”
“Please don’t leave me, too.” you sobbed out, gripping his hand tightly. “You-you’re all I have now, Mikey-nii, so please…please don’t leave me, I’m scared.” you pleaded and Mikey wondered. He wondered if you somehow read his mind earlier when he decided to slowly let go of your hand. Wondered if you could hear how lost his heart was.
You further sobbed when he didn’t answer. Just empty eyes looking away. They were so empty yet full. 
Longing, anger, grief, sadness, and all other things that were overwhelming.
Were you not enough of a sibling to make him stay? Was…was something wrong with you that you’re currently failing to make him at least a bit happy?
Should you have died instead of Emma?
Granted, you came to their household a tad bit later than Emma and it took Manjiro a while to warm up to you but you like to think that he loved you all the same. 
You feel the same panic as earlier when you feel him pull away because he’s doing it again. He’s slowly detaching himself from you and this time, you were also late to grab him back. “Mikey-n–”
“Y/N.” he cuts you off. The both of you stare at each other before he pats your head, standing up.
Leaving.
“Take care of gramps.”
Ah…there is indeed something wrong with you, isn’t there? Just like how you came into their household, just like how you failed to grab his hand back, this time, you were late once more in keeping him besides you, watching his back disappearing from your sight.
It was the best way to do it, Mikey thinks.
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Everyone is in danger around him because he’s the cause of the harm. He was right to abandon you, to leave you alone because he knows Draken will take care of you. The founding members of Toman will take care of you.
What a fool. That was his job, wasn’t it?
He stood in his office, Kokonoi with him. He frowns, the thing called heart in his chest aching all of a sudden. “Boss, is something wrong?” Kokonoi asked. 
“It’s raining.” he mumbles. You have been afraid of thunder ever since you were a kid. Are you curling into yourself right now because of fear? Is someone with you to tell you that everything will be okay? To tell you that you are safe?
“I have a bad feeling,” he says, turning around to get his KMG coat. There’s something wrong. There’s a hand scratching at the back of his brain as if calling for help. There’s something in his darkness that’s wavering, letting in some bit of light.
There’s the phantom feeling of your hand squeezing his as he walks down the hallway.
Then there’s your voice; pleading to him not to leave you alone because you’re scared, because he’s all you have. Without a second thought, he hops on his motorcycle and drives off, letting his instinct take over to take him somewhere. Somewhere where you are.
“There’s this future where you…you ended up killing everyone, Mikey-kun.” Takemichi informs him, sobbing.
Mikey frowns because it was such a random memory passing through his mind. Why would he even remember that? Didn’t he already distance himself for everyone’s safety? Didn’t he already push everyone, even you, his little sister, away just so you could become happy?
So why?
Why was Draken’s fist connecting with his face at the moment and he’s letting him? 
“Why, Mikey?! WHY DID YOU LEFT HER?! You are all she had! Even though we told her we’re here, she only wanted you! Her brother!” Every word was ringing in his ear, every punch felt like a brick in his gut.
Why?
It was such a simple question, wasn’t it?
“Because it was for the best.” he thinks. It was supposed to be for the best. So why is he watching your body getting taken away in an ambulance? Why is he watching Takemichi apologising over and over again as he holds Draken back from beating him up more?
“She…” Draken starts, voice cracking. “She only wanted to stay beside her brother, Mikey, why couldn’t you give your sister that?” 
In a drowning state, he hears Sanzu informing him of what happened. Sanzu. Right, Haruchiyo, who’s holding his tears back because you were his little sister, too. You were also all sunshine and flowers for him. The path of carnage wasn’t supposed, wasn't meant, to be opened by your cold and dead body, he thinks. It was all wrong.
Wrong at how they targeted you. You, who’s Mikey’s sole light. You, who’s the last bit of your brother’s sanity.
Three gun wounds. That’s all Mikey heard amongst the clashing of Sanzu’s words.
Take care of Mikey-nii and yourself, okay? Tell him…tell him that it’s okay. That was you and your last words to Takemichi as you took your last breath with a small smile.
It’s okay.
What was? He wants to ask. What was okay? Nothing was okay. He wants to say.
“Everyone was killed…by you.” He didn’t think everyone included you. As a matter of fact, you weren’t included. Why?
What a fool. Him pushing you away was what triggered that future.
It was supposed to be for the best. You were safe from him. You had Toman to take care of you.
What a fool. That was his job, wasn’t it?
You were supposed to be happy.
“You-you’re all I have now, Mikey-nii, so please…please don’t leave me, I’m scared.” 
What a fool. You were also all he had left so why didn’t he stay?
A/N; we love angst don't we
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katsune-nya · 11 months
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Mikey fake chats with you ♡
SFW, can be read romantically or platonically.
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blueparadis · 2 years
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Mikey who's inside you shuddering like an animal in the heat about to shoot his cum inside you , fill you up.... but he can't have you pregnant until you're okay with it. 😍🥺
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❝ 𝟖:𝟐𝟎 𝐀.𝐌.❞
؂ Now playing drugs n’ hella melodies!
€ontent warnings — afab-reader, sub-dom dynamics, breeding kink, baby trapping, creampie,cum play, missionary & lotus position, pleasure dom! Manjiro, domish reader, sir kink , hard sex & soft love (yeah you're welcome!), marking, nipple play, tit sucking, power play, overstimulation; wc— 0.8k;
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"Look at me, look at me, baby", he murmured while rubbing his nose against your neck, glistening with sweat. Eyes flying back ripping off your sanity as he pushes his cock inside you as if he wasn't hitting the spot making you squirm underneath him. The bridge of his nose grazes your pulse point as he groans right into your ears asking, "You good?".
You stare at him through the corner of your eyes, mouth open ajar, panting rashly too sucked into delirium to form words, but you give him a nod. Manjiro knows your melting point yet seeing you taking him so well, being so obedient, being so responsive his lips curve in delight. He hums weighing his thoughts about whether it's okay to pull out another orgasm from your heated overstimulated body or not!
His warm cackle reaches your ears as he jerks up towering over your body, fingers clamping underneath your inner thighs. "Oh Gawd!", you whimper earning a smirk from him. "Don't worry angel! I'm not gonna stop until you ask me to!", he declares as he thrusts his cock with a single broad stroke earning a gasp from you. Those dark eyes gleam in an insatiable hunger as he starts to move in and out, slowly, watching your cream leaking around his cock from previous orgasms.
"You're still clenching me so hard baby!", he utters with a chuckle slamming his cock inside you with brute force followed by a long pause and making you arch your body. It's euphoric. It's aching. It's maddening.
"So good! such sweet pussy.", he groans as he starts to thrust harder, faster folding your legs over his broad shoulders. You grab your boobs filling the room with trails of whimpering moans blessing his ears.
Manjiro quivers, balancing himself on his arms and letting you relax your legs. "Fuck I just wanna fill your stomach already", he coos immediately crashing his lips onto yours not giving you a chance to register his momentary lapse, a desire to see you carrying his babies.
Moreover, he loves the taste of your salt while sucking your puffy lips being inside you. Curling your hands around his nape, fingers skimming through his hair you moan into his mouth breaking the kiss.
His eyes blink as he feels your hands over his arms. While he is still feasting his eyes over your ravishing sex glow, you roll him along the bed without pulling out. Eyes soaked in surprise Manjiro is still taken aback by your strength as he gawks at your naked beauty with lust-blown eyes. "Your wish"s my command, Sir", you amend.
As the words fall from your lips you start to glide, slow but steady strokes. He holds you by your waist, lower lip being exploited in between his teeth as you bounce on his cock.
Seeing you bob like an animal, boobs bouncing at a steady rhythm he was in nowhere to decline you; after all, he wanted this too, to fill your womb with babies and those breasts with milk.
"Oh yeah! yea-ash baby!", he mumbles as you keep jerking. He is close, you can sense it. He flinches feeling his cock twitch in pain but couldn't care less about it. All he wants is to fill you up to the brim.
Your legs quiver feeling the euphoric high marking his arms with crescent indecent as he shoots his cum inside you. Warm, thick, and seeping along your thighs, soaking the bedsheets.
You try to pull away but he sits up swiftly scooping you in his lap. His hands curling around your back pulling you into his embrace. Your breath hitches as his grips grow stronger while his mouth latches onto your boobs, sucking your tits biting them making you moan shamlessly.
Manjiro shots a look at you, your face. He maintains the eye contact and continues to suck until he feels your gummy walls clenching his cock again. “Ahhh—aH!”, you scream hands resting on his shoulders nails digging into his skin. He pulls out with a pop; a prideful glint smothers his face watching his marks all over your chest that runs up to your pulse point.
"I love you, I love you so much", he coos making you jolt as you feel your boobs grazing against his firm chest. You kiss him, lips dancing against each other trying to imbibe him in yourself as much as you can. "Love you too", you coo brushing your thumb over his puffy pink lips as he smiles back.
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tagging - @em-plosion @sano-obsessed @manjiroscum @fueledbysano @1900-aria @haitaniapologist @etheralyonn @ily-inupi @dancingintherainwithchifuyu
networks - @tokyometronetwork @downtown-roponggi @planetonet
a/n — manjiro & breeding kink is my favourite topic + he's a great boob worshipper !
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the-psyco-simp · 2 years
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You’re Mine, Forever
Let’s talk about Bonten!Mikey for a second, shall we?
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bonten!Mikey
CW: MINORS DNI, NSFW under the cut, Fem!reader, possessive behavior, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, bad writing (please don’t hate me), exhibitionism, degrading, hair pulling, threats of violence (not against reader), please tell me if I missed any
Word Count: 1,024
(Please be nice, this is the first thing I have really written 🙈. And thank you @sweet-seishu for helping me with this, your help is invaluable 🥺)
Imagine you are his s/o and when you go visit him at work he can see the way his executives stare at you. Specifically, he can see the way they stare at your ass as you walk away. Needless to say, he wasn’t very happy about the stares and how the Haitani brothers would nudge each other while smirking.
So he came up with a little scheme to make sure they knew who you belong to and that they will never have you for themselves.
So one day he asks you to join him at a meeting. This meeting wasn’t really planned and had no real purpose except for the executives to watch as you cockwarm Mikey. You were wearing a skirt which covered your lower parts, which kept the men from seeing much.
Mikey seemed to be paying more attention to you then to the others around him. He placed small kisses on your neck and shoulder, pausing every now and then to suck a mark into your skin.
Once Mikey knew the others were watching you both, he leaned to your ear and quietly muttered “do you trust me baby?” to which you nod. Of course you trust him, he’s never lead you wrong before.
Once you agree he lifts you off him and bends you over the table, pulling your skirt down so you were exposed before pushing himself back into you with a hard thrust. He stills again and looks up at his executives, a small smirk on his face at the moan you let out. He moves one of his hands to your hip to stop you from wiggling back against him, the other runs soothingly up and down your back, calming you.
“Enjoy the show while it lasts, cause this is the closest you will ever get to her after today.” He taunts before focusing his attention back on you.
He started off hard and fast, taking hold of your hands and pinning them to your back with one of his. His other hand went into your hair and yanked your head up off the table so you were facing the other men. A few of them groaned when they saw your glazed eyes and already fucked out expression, a few tears already in your eyes at Mikey’s rough treatment.
“Don’t close your eyes, baby. I want them to see how good I make you feel.” He murmured before biting into your neck hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to draw blood. He used his tongue to soothe the spot listening to your whimpers and cries.
The executives sitting around the table couldn’t take their eyes off of you and their boss. A few of them groaning at the slick sounds coming from where you and Mikey were connected, rubbing themselves over their pants.
“Do you see the way they’re looking at you? Bet they would kill to be the one fucking you right now.” He chuckled when he felt you tighten around him. “You getting off on them watching? You like acting like my slut in front of people?” You could barley hear what he was saying, to focused on the feeling of his cock stretching you deliciously and the groans of the other men in the room.
“Pay attention to me when I’m talking to you, baby. Tell them how good I’m making you feel. If you wanna cum you’ll have to beg for it.” You whimper at his words, not wanting to beg in front of his subordinates, but knowing you had no other choice. Mikey would drag this out for hours until he got what he wanted.
With tears streaming down your face, you do as he asks. “Pl-Please Mikey, you feel so good. Please let me cum, I’ll be your good slut, please make me feel good-“ your voice broke off with a whine when you felt Mikey release your hands and wound his hand around your body to your clit.
“That’s good baby, go ahead and cum on my cock.” You could feel his smirk where his mouth was leaving more marks on your neck as he started rubbing your clit quickly with just enough pressure to push you over the edge.
You gasp out his name and he groans as you tighten around him. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying, his hand had moved back to your hip, while his other hand still kept your head held up and you face directed at the other men around the table. He never stopped with his hard thrusts, making you whine at the overstimulation coursing through you.
“Such a good little slut for me. Now be a good baby and take all my cum, don’t waste any of it, ok?” You barely heard his question but nodded anyways, wanting to please him.
Mikey gave a few more hard thrusts before coming deep inside you causing you to gasp at the warmth. You both moan at the feeling of him pulling out of you. He lets go of your hair, and your head drops heavily onto the table. You turn your head to the side rest your warm cheek onto the cold table and let out a sigh.
Mikey puts his cock back into his pants and zips them up before sitting back into his chair and running a hand through his hair. He reached down to where your skirt was pooled around your ankles and pulled it back up to your hips and rubbing them.
Once your skirt is back in place, Mikey moves a hand to your lower back possessively and looks up at his executives with dead eyes. “If I ever see any of you eyeing her again, I’ll carve your eyes out and shove them down your throat.” Miley’s voice is empty of any feeling and the men around the table all pale at the threat.
You hear a chores of “Yes boss” from those there and, satisfied with their answers and expressions, Mikey picks you up bridal style and carries you out of the meeting room and back to his office.
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