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sokonoi · 1 year

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how they send nudes — tr edition

manjiro

never ever ever ever sends nudes.

always sends them when he’s very horny, hasn’t seen you in awhile, or is intoxicated.

never sends a video, it’s always 2 pictures.

usually with him holding the base of his pinkish cock

the second photo consists of what you did to him a.k.a cum on his pants

he’s usually frantic not bothering to even pull pants down fully only unzips the front pulling his cock through the tiny hole

leaves a mean msg afterwards something along the lines of “this is ur fault”

izana

the king

he sends not explicit videos, but basically porn films & does it regularly

this man always catches the golden hour

making sure you see his glistened sunkissed abs and all

not much of a groaner, he’s a panter.

calls your name in breathy pants & whispers

he’s a pretty boy what do expect?

sometimes he cums untouched

kakucho

he’s shy about it, but when you get needy he does it.

the lighting is always low, but the groans whew jehova and all his witnesses it’s too good

his voice is so soothing.

he makes sure you can hear him clearly always

he’s the sweetest and always makes sure to give you affirmations & aftercare at the end of the video.

especially if he’s busy at the moment & can’t text back.

“I know you did so good for me.”

marry that man

shinchiro

aesthetic photos & their always in black n white.

close up of his cum covered tip

or your panties wrapped around the base, rarely sends videos hates his voice.

even though you happen to think those pretty whimpers are golden.

always asks you what you thought of it.

he needs your validation ASAP

inupi

another pretty slut

always does it to tease, the sound is always off

he’s sick

even uses a fleshlight, shaped like your pussy

of course he’s not that mean :(

inupi is almost always standing in his videos

cutting it off just before he cums.

wakasa

this guy is so unserious

and he almost always does it to surprise you

wakasa always does an outfit of the day

but, somehow it ends up with his dick out.

he’s get’s his full body in it, so you able to see the curtain of hair

and the way his brows furrow when he’s getting ready to cum

kokonoi

cums on your stuff, when he’s mad at you for making him so hard

it gets him off strangely.

his face is never in the videos the camera is always angled toward the stuff he’s defaced

Sometimes he’ll rut his hips into the panties or your satin pillow.

he hips shake desperately as he cums

koko cums alot, nice thick ropes of it too

no wonder he loves facials…

mitsuya

he’s the sweetest, most perfect man to ever live.

the set up is cute… he’s alone in his bed the angle is perfect

mitsuya always makes it known in his videos that he’s thinking of you.

he whimpers your name endlessly.

eyes are screwed shut with only you on his mind

his cum oozes out like a fountain dripping onto his closed fists

almost always says “hope you enjoy pretty girl.”

before sending it your way

taiju

his videos and pictures are gold, they’d have to snatch it from your dead hands in order to get it.

the only con is his feet, they’re like there and he doesn’t bother to crop them out

doesn’t gaf either

on the good side, you get to see those beefy tattooed thighs in all their glory

he doesn’t send ever, but when he do

pls go to a quiet room bc its raunchy

spit, slapping, edging, and dirty talk are through the wall.

his groans are deep and loud as ever & can be heard even at low volume

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ohmykiyo · 10 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!

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".

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."

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".

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.

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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mytaiyakeylover · 11 months

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𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾 𝙸𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁

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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blueparadis · 2 years

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Mikey and the reader inside a toman meeting however mikey has a vibrator remote in his pocket teasing you while ur struggling to keep ur moans in pls!!

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 ; 𝐌.𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

+. CWs—› afab-reader, established relationship; edging, implied exhibitionism & corruption kink, use of vibrator, overstimulation, virgin!sub!reader, service dom!mikey. word count —1k

+. notes —› we're doing this right off the bat :> i leaped with joy because og timeline mikey with blonde hair and that dragon tattoo makes me so lovesick.

+. tagging - @fueledbysano

+. tap here to view my works !

Accident, Coincidence or a miracle.

Mikey didn't know which one would be the most appropriate word for this situation. For him, this was just a game. This meeting wasn't in his schedule. His schedule was full of trying out new things with his beautiful wife, y/n.

But unfortunately, Kisaki and Hanma dropped by to update the status of the dealings up in the north. The others had to join. In a moment of such haste, Mikey slipped the controller of the vibrator into his pocket; a little mistake.

Boredom crept into his skin as the clock kept ticking. It was almost more than thirty minutes, he was getting restless with each tick of the clock. You could tell by the way his pitch-black pupils were switching from Kisaki to the clock and then finally to you.

Mikey is a very private man but when you appeared in your thin silk gown to serve snacks and tea he couldn't help but notice your pebbled nipples and ask you to sit in the meeting. Hanma didn't miss the glint in Mikey's eyes when you looked at him and smiled. And Kisaki? he knew Mikey was happy, even though Kisaki thought of this marriage as a peace-keeping alliance.

You sat in front of the three men, opposite Kisaki and beside Hanma; away from your husband's mischievous range. There was Takemichi, Chifuyu, Hakkai. A room full of men discussing such urgent affairs of business yet Mikey's rapt attention was only on you. Sometimes, Kisaki regretted convincing Mikey to get married.

And, no man in the world could resist the charms of a freshly bloomed flower. The aroma of your body, the tenderness of your soft skin — Mikey couldn't wait to deflower you, to fuck you in all positions so that his is the only name that seeps into your soul.

Of all times, Kisaki had to turn up now when he was having heavenly moments with his wife. He slipped his hands into his pocket and bingo. Realization struck him but he pondered if you'd like it or not. There was only one way to find out.

As soon as he switched on the controller, your eyes widened since you realized that you forgot to take it off before coming here. It was momentary but it was there. An eye contact. He turned it off immediately.

He hasn't touched you properly, the way you wanted, not even on your wedding night. He said that he wanted to take it slow but the way he stared at you during meetings and dinners you knew he craved you just as much as you did.

You left your seat and with quick short steps, you walked towards him. As you sat beside him, his arm went over the headrest brushing your nape. His other hand went inside the pocket. You crossed your legs waiting to feel the same heat coiling inside your tummy again. But the wait was getting longer. He was definitely doing it on purpose.

Mikey took your palm playfully and intertwined his fingers with yours as Hanma kept talking. He shot you an odd look, a look that sought permission as well as submission. Your abrupt gasp was loud enough to draw everyone's attention and make Hanma pause.

“You ’kay love?”, Mikey gawked at your cherry-tainted cheeks as you nod rashly.

“Hanma, continue. I think Kisaki's proposal would be easy to execute...

His voice became slurred as he raised the regulator of the controller. The vibrator inside you wasn't that audible. It was masked by the voices of those males in the room but you felt that everyone could hear it, hear you, watch your slightest irregularity in your behavior.

Mikey was blithely sitting. The only thing he did was to pull you a little close to his body as you struggled to keep yourself steady, as you licked and bit your lips constantly to keep your voice down. You crossed your legs keeping the interlaced hands intact.

While everyone was voicing their opinions and discussing Mikey leaned to whisper. “you’re strong.”, cheking you out, your feeble body as he eyed your grip on his hand.

“please...stop...it”, your other hand kept tapping on the smooth skin of the sofa.

“but you're enjoying this aren't you?”, Mikey leaned closer and turned his head slightly away from the view of all his subordinates.

“I can see it!”, he trailed placing a soft dry kiss on the nook of your nape.

Your eyes searched every pair that was present in the room until you noticed Matsuno’s emerald eyes noticing your uneasiness.

“Mike...”, you mumbled too meekly for it to reach him.

“Hanma, it's nearly eight. We've another briefing to do.”Chifuyu cleared his throat.

Hanma’s skeptical stare fell on you and he immediately picked up the cue.

“Dismissed already?”, Mikey asked with an amused look as your grip on his palm became hard , strong enough to leave marks on his palm. The fingertips that pressed against eacthother seemed like tiny rose buds.

“Well, we all have someone waiting for us at home”, Hanma mused as he left the room. The door clicked and Mikey immediately shifted you onto his lap in a very swift motion.

“Just hold on to me, a-all right y/n?”, he muttered as he kept the controller beside him where you were seated a moment ago. The leather sofa glistened with your arousal yet the controller had two more ups to reach.

“Mike...please... no more. ”, he seemed offended by your plea but he simply smiled. Anchoring an arm around your waist his other hand went towards the remote. Your eyes flared in excitement as he increased it up to the highest limit.

“It’s okay... it's ’okay I'm right here”, he whispered against your ears as you tightly wrapped your arms around him in a flash.

He was hard. His tip was slick alone from watching you cum on his lap. He landed a sharp hit on your ass cheek over the cloth making you moan loud enough to reach the whole base.

He wanted you, wanted you to crave for him but a little birdie like you didn't had any idea of the nectar, let alone ask for it. Mikey was becoming restless but when you declined to let go of him his hands slipped under your dress.

Mikey pulled your flushed body against his silencing your moans with a fervent kiss while his cock rubbed against your clit. His hands clamped your under thighs as he made you glide against him, making you cum right away.

He pulled away from the kiss with a pop. His eyes bored into you as you slowly adjusted yourself to look at him.

“told you it's okay.” you nodded. Biting your lip you coyly exclaimed, “I wa- want this", your hand grazed his aroused length, “you.” making his shudder.

Mikey placed you on the tabletop saying, "we need to eat love. I'm hungry.” pinching your nose.

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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

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.

#tumblr let me post this challenge 🙏#i wrote this yesterday at 1am bc he makes me insane so yep that’s the vibe pls be kind lmao <3 and enjoy!#—riv.fic!#mikey x reader #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #sano manjiro x y/n #sano manjiro x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n #mikey angst #sano manjiro angst

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b0nten · 1 year

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DON’T KISS ME GOODBYE

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ first kiss headcanons for mikey & chifuyu

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ like always, not proofread lol

MIKEY

let me start off by saying that it was 😟

utterly, unbelievably, sickeningly, eye-tearingly, stomach-turningly awkward.

like yeah, he’s a cute lil bean, but he’s just so aloof you almost never felt like it was the moment.

until one day

mikey came to pick you up from school quite a lot, and the same thing happened that same day.

you’re waiting for him in front of your school, chatting with yuzuha on your phone, and when he pulls up, you hop on his bike and he rides away.

on his way, he stops to get dorayaki amd because the sunset seems “a little prettier” that particular day, he tells you to go watch it together.

you guys just sit in silence next to each other. it’s almost setting time and you just decide you can’t take it anymore. nuh-uh. emma has been eating your brains for the longest time now and she made it VERY clear: you either make the first move or you sulk in silence like a sore loser.

“mikey, ” you cautiously call out his name, and he twists his head into your direction instantly.

“yeah?” he hums back casually, a sweet smile plastered on his handsome face.

then you just kiss him (and he does it back WOOOOOOOOOO)

when the kiss ends, however, you feel a little embarrassed so you literally get up and try to run away, but mikey grabs you by the wrist and pulls you in for another kiss, and you fall right on top of him. he doesn’t care that his dorayaki is now fuck knows where, or that he’ll probably get a lot of shit for returning home with a dirty ass uniform and emma’s gonna chew his heart, soul and mind out for it.

then, he pulls a little away and between the kiss he whispers something.

“so emma really knows how to drill something in your head and make it clear, huh?”

you smack him gently and huff and puff as your cheeks start to red up, but he just laughs.

he drives you home that night, and you invite emma for a sleepover, and he calls draken <3

CHIFUYU

COMPLETE opposite from mikey

actually makes the first step

you were sooooo lucky to have baji as a middle man in all of this. he was basically running around telling you about chifuyu, and the matsuno boy about you.

he’s such a real one for that.

moving on

“breathe in, breathe out” baji massages your back and you crack every joint in your body and do a few warm up jumps like boxers do before their match.

“yeah, i got this!”

“you got this, yeah!”

“yeah, i do!”

“let’s go, then!”

you strut into the cinema and you spot a cute blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy waving at you. his other, non-free, hand holds a tray of popcorn, nachos and two juices. you walk up to him, greet him, and he shows you the way to the movie.

“what’re we watching?” you inquire

“told you already, it’s a secret.”

lo and behold, you guys went to watch a sad movie (at baji’s recommendation, he suggested it to chifuyu the moment you told him about your weakness for this genre)

unsurprisingly, the movie is sad as shit and you cry multiple times. chifuyu offers his hand to hold and gives you tissues to wipe your tears and helps you blow your nose in silence.

such a gentleman man fuck him

at the end, unarguably the saddest part of the movie, you start to cry again, and so does chifuyu.

he takes this opportunity and guides his hand to your cheek to wipe away your tears.

and then, 😶

he kisses you

and it’s so romantic

love him

also brings you home that night <3

then baji has to manage phone calls from both of your starstruck asses at the same time

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 1 month

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A/N ::: Anyone that has breast tissue knows that shit can HURT . Like, o-u-c-h. And our darling Mikey from TR seem to like to push that envelope a little passed where it should have stopped. Listening to THIS playlist right now but got so hooked on #4 that I'm already tired of hearing it.

C/W ::: Rude bf, boob stuff (play, teasing, mean and not mean, sucking, licking, flicking, pulling - whatever I come up with along the way but that's the gist of it).

WC ::: 2,169 (actual body of fun reading part)

* Gets an unmistakable smirk on his face when you wince and retreat from his touch because he knows for the next week or so, your tits are going to be at their most sensitive. And he can't wait.

* Lays low for a while (hours, not days - because he doesn't want you to think he's up to something, even though he most definitely is.)

* Will hug you from behind and cross his arms over your chest and pull you close.

* Doesn't let go right away when you say "Ow, loosen your grip, my tits hurt."

* Turns you around and presses himself right against the front of your body and buries his nose in your neck, kissing you sweetly and softly.

* Absolutely comes off like he cares and like he feels genuinely bad for you but this is too good an opportunity to pass up.

* He'll pull you into the bathroom and turn the hot water on, making it a little hotter than you usually like it and tells you to trust him.

* You give him the side-eye because what the actual fuck is he up to right now. (You already know because he doesn't let a month pass since this started with him where he doesn't give your aching tits the attention he 100% believes they deserve.) But you go along with it because a hot shower would feel really good right now and neither of you have anywhere else to be - for once - so you play along.

* He undresses you like you're a porcelain doll that is about to shatter if he moves too quickly (don't worry, he'll start moving faster.)

* With each new square inch of skin that he uncovers he lays down the most breathtaking kisses. You can't help but melt under his touch.

* Once he's got you nice and pliable beneath him naked, he will take your hand and look you in the eyes like he still can't believe you're with him.

* He takes you into the shower and turns the water to a light spray (because oh my fuck, those harder sprays can KILL).

* Runs his hands over your body, not paying any attention to your breasts and nipples just yet, he's getting you needy and wanting his touch elsewhere (you both know how much you fold when he's playing with your tits in his special "Mikey way."

* He'll start at your shoulders, rubbing deep circles into the muscle with his strong thumbs.

* His dick starts to twitch to life when you let that first sigh/moan out.

* Knows he's on the right track as soon as your head falls forward/backward - that all depends on where he's standing.

* Asks you if that feels good - knows fuckin' well it does feel good, he just likes to hear you say it.

* Works his way down, kneading your lower back and buttocks - making sure to give them a cute little smack every now and again.

* Finally, he'll come back up and stand behind you, his chest pressed up against your back, his cock rubbing between your cheeks (but not in a "let me fuck you" kinda way - more in a "I wanna make you feel so good you won't be able to handle it" kinda way.)

* He'll snake his hands down to your waist and bring his arms around to your belly and slide them up to cup your tits - one in each hand, of course.

* You'll tense up for a second as he starts to massage your breasts.

* He'll ask you to relax and just enjoy the sensation, and that it's all for your pleasure.

* You'll lean back against him, letting him take your weight and he'll start to move his hands up and down, side to side, making sure to hit every inch of your chest.

* He'll tell you how he loves your tits - loves the way they feel in his hands, how they fill up his palms and then some.

* He'll let his thumbs brush over your nipples, slowly, gently at first.

* You'll shiver against him and he'll know he's onto something good here.

* He'll start to work your nipples over more - circling, pinching, flicking, and pulling - all still very gently ... for the time being.

* He is always on the right track, though. It's fucking Mikey. He knows more than he lets on sometimes.

* Will start to ask you how you're feeling - knows the answer but, again, wants to hear you whisper it to him.

* When you say it - whatever "it" is - he will turn you around and drop to his knees.

* His eyes will be dark and full of lust, but his touch will still be gentle - he knows you're already on edge and he doesn't wanna push too far/too fast/too much.

* First you'll feel his breath against your skin and it only escalates from there.

* He'll kiss your nipples, barely grazing them with his tongue.

* Then he'll latch on and suck, hard.

* Your legs will start to shake and you'll wonder why you didn't just let him do this to you when you had your period when you two first got together.

* He'll remind you, "There is pleasure to be had in pain, sometimes. It's all about context, mamas."

* Waits patiently for you to roll your hips forward because he is the king of calling you the right name at the right time - also, made a mental note that you like to be called "mamas" ONLY when you're ovulating/on your period. Something about the way he says it all breathy like against your ear or your neck or your pussy. The man could start his own religion and you're sure many would follow it to a T.

* He'll keep sucking and licking and biting at your tits until you're squirming against him, desperate for some attention elsewhere.

* He'll reach down and slide a hand between your thighs and start to ghost his fingers over your clit in slow circles.

* You'll buck against his hand and he'll let out a low groan.

* He'll pull back just enough to look at your face as he traces 8's over your, now really, wet hole.

* Asks you if you want him to put his fingers inside you.

* You'll nod and beg him to - you can't help it.

* He'll push two fingers into your cunt and curl them upward, hitting your g-spot just right.

* You'll moan so loud that you're sure the neighbors will be able to hear you. (Neither of you care what they hear, though. If they don't want to hear that shit then they shouldn't be listening.)

* He'll start to fuck you with his fingers, slow at first - and then faster and deeper, his thumb pressed against your clit.

* You'll wrap your arms around his neck and he'll hold you close as you come undone around his fingers.

* When you start to come down, he'll give you a minute to breathe before he gets down on his knees in front of you again.

* He'll spread your legs and bury his face between your thighs, licking and sucking at your clit while you thread your fingers through his wet, blond hair.

* He'll suck and slurp and moan against you, sending vibrations straight to your core.

* He'll push you back against the shower wall and keep going until you're cumming on his tongue, calling out his name and telling him to "never stop, never stop, never stop."

* You'll regret your choice of words because he WON'T STOP and you will have to literally push him away because you're too sensitive and you know he could make you cum a million times before the sun comes up.

* He'll give you that smug look that you can't help but love and he laughs and pulls you in for a hug.

* After you've both caught your breath, he'll wash your hair, his hair and both of your bodies.

* He still looks at you like a starved animal. His eyes are as dark as they were when he first got you in there and there's something so primal about how his muscles move beneath his skin. It makes you want to fuck him.

* And yeah, he knows. He sees you looking at his back when he reaches for the towel on the rack. You're so oblivious right now to things that otherwise make perfect sense that you forget he can see you in the mirror.

* You get out and dry off and he wraps you up in your robe and asks if you want him to rub some cocoa butter on your nipples for you.

* You nod and he grabs some from the cabinet and tells you to go lay back on the bed.

* He'll straddle your waist and scoop some out until he has a generous amount on his hands.

* He'll warm it up in his palms and then start to gently massage it into your breasts, taking his time and making sure he gets every inch of skin.

* He'll look at you like he's waiting for you to say something, but you won't - not yet. You know he's working up to something.

* He'll finally ask if you feel better and you nod.

* He'll smirk and lean down and start to kiss your nipples, one at a time, slowly.

* You'll ask him what he's doing and he'll just smile and continue kissing and sucking your nipples.

* He'll suck hard and bite gently, then pull back and blow on them.

* Your pussy will start to get wet (again) and your hips have a mind of their own (again) and he'll know he's doing something right (again.)

* He'll crawl around your body until he's positioned just right and start to kiss your neck, your collarbone, your chest, your stomach, and your thighs.

* He'll push your legs apart and tell you to keep your eyes on him.

* He'll get back down on his knees and push your legs further apart and start to lick your pussy from top to bottom.

* He'll bury his tongue in your folds and suck at your clit until you're begging him to stop.

* He'll push two fingers inside you and start to pump them in and out of you as he sucks your clit.

* You'll buck against his hand and cum on his fingers, crying out his name - repeatedly.

* He'll give you a minute to catch your breath before he starts to line his leaking cock up with your entrance.

* He'll ask you if you want him to fuck you and you'll nod yes, pleading with your eyes for him to fill you up.

* And he'll tell you that's not sufficient, that he wants you to tell him how badly you want his cock.

* "Wanna hear the words, mamas." He leans down and kisses your neck until you're practically crying from being so turned on. "Gonna give that pretty pussy a high-five with my cock, don' leave me hangin', love."

* You have no idea how you're completely and utterly enchanted by him, but you oblige and turn your head so your mouth is against his ear, "Mi-key, wan' you n'side uh'me, pl-please ..."

* He gets that cocky look on his face because he got you to do exactly what he wanted and he'll push into your pussy - slowly - inch by inch, until he's balls deep inside you.

* The way he moves should be criminal. Like, he hits you right every time - your clit, your whole pussy is so happy.

* He fucks you hard and deep and slow - then fast and shallow - then hard and deep again.

* He'll change positions at least five times, all while fucking you like he's never going to get another chance.

* You'll cum again before he even starts to get close, but he's not done with you yet.

* He'll pull out and turn you around, bending you over the bed and pushing into you from behind.

* He'll reach around and play with your tits while he pounds into you - telling you how much he loves the way they - and all of you - bounce and jiggle against his touch.

* He'll start to rub your clit again and you'll cum around him, hard and surprisingly drawn out.

* He'll keep fucking you from behind until he cums, filling you up and saying your name.

* He'll pull out and collapse on the bed next to you.

* You'll lay there and catch your breath, wondering why you didn't let him play with your tits from the get-go.

* He'll wrap his arms around you and pull you close.

* Asks you if you feel better now.

* You'll say yes and thank him.

* He'll kiss you softly and tell you that he loves you and he knows you love him too.

* You'll smack him in the arm and laugh. "Oh, so you think you can just get whatever you want because I love you? Is that it?"

* He'll shrug and tell you that he's just that good.

* And you can't deny that he is. So you'll snuggle up together and fall asleep with your tits pressed against his chest.

@katshimizuu @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @darkstarlight82 @viburnt @arlerts-angel

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katsune-nya · 1 year

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Mikey fake chats with you ♡

SFW, can be read romantically or platonically.

#tokyo rev smau #mikey x you #mikey x reader #mikey x y/n #sano manjiro #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x you #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #sano manjiro x you #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x y/n #mikey smau #tokyo revengers smau

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ne0nic · 1 year

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My Personal HC on Tokrev Boys Pet Names for Their Partner

Feat. Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Rindou, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho, Izana, Wakasa, Takeomi, Shinichiro

I feel like its time the fandom came together and made decisions on Tokyo Revengers pet names like the Marvel Fandom has but that's just me and here are my 2 cents.

Ones I'm absolutely settled on:

Mikey:

"Angel"

- I'm not sure why but I can just hear him say it. I can hear him whisper it in his partners ear. And also angst/bad timeline wise it makes the most sense. His partner would be his light, his angel.

Draken:

"Bunny"

- I was back and forth with this one for a bit but the more I think about it the more I love it. It's cute and kinky. It's a bit teasing as well which we already know is very Draken.

Baji:

"Princess"

- This man! He would always do anything to rile his partner. Of course I do love flustered, love incompetent Baji as well but I feel like confident, headstrong Baji would be the type to call his partner this both endearingly and teasingly.

Not settled on:

Mitsuya:

I've played around with the idea of something Mitsuya would say other than something simple like, "My Love." I have entertained the idea of him calling his partner "Puppy" but felt it was too dominant for him. But, if he had a headstrong, hotheaded partner he'd call them something like "My little firecracker" or "My little Dragon" (GET IT?!)

Chifuyu:

"Starlight"

-Younger Chifuyu gives submissive vibes and older Chifuyu (especially Black Dragon future) gives major dominant vibes so it's hard to find a nice middle ground. However just for the sake of it I love to think of him calling his partner, "My star" or "Starlight".

Kazutora:

"My heart"

Hear me out, a simple one but- "My heart" it gives soft, reformed, good future Kazutora. Where he finds a partner that loves and accepts him for all of his past traumas and therefore they are his "heart". It's so cute!

Hanma:

"My Little Reaper"

I will admit right now I'm not a hardcore Hanma girlie so this will probably be best discussed between them but I will suggest "My Little-" Now it could be something like "My Little Reaper" that I can just hear rolling off his tounge. And also would be cute and insinuate they are his partner in crime.

Rindou:

"Darling"

My baby RINNIE! 😍 Older & Bonten Rindou have always felt like he would call his partner "Darling". Maybe it started out as a joke when they were younger but evolved into the most loving name he calls them. #2 Best Boyfriend!

Ran:

"My Gorgeous-"

Ooooohhh, Fanon Ran would definitely be throwing out pet names like they're candy on Halloween. Probably using "Beautiful" more than anything. But Bonten Ran would definitely purr something like "My Gorgeous Boy/Girl"

Sanzu:

"My drug"

Or "My favorite drug" definitely Bonten Sanzu. I have absolutely no idea for a mentally stable Sanzu. 😂

Kakucho:

"Doll"

A sweetheart like him would call his partner "doll" I feel he's very classy and old school like that. Be real when you think of a date with Kakucho you think of something sweet and nice like a candlelit dinner. He has an old soul.

Izana:

"Baby Bird"

I can't explain it but when it comes to Izana I just feel like he would call his partner "Baby Bird" I think maybe I saw it in a Tiktok edit once? I'm not sure but it feels right for him.

Wakasa:

"Bitch"

OG timeline Waka def gives "Hey Mamas" vibes! 😂 And I do absolutely love Waka but I can't get over this feeling he would just refer to his partner as "Bitch" I hope that with some more insight into Waka's personality there will be a better option but until then I'm chilling here with this one.

Takeomi:

"Dear"

Takeomi gives "Hey Mamas" vibes 24/7 in every timeline. We love a consistent man! But I do feel that with a partner he is committed to he would definitely just call them "dear" Bonten and all.

Shinichiro:

"Sweetheart"

Ugh! Such a classic charmer! Shinichiro would call them something simple and loving, like him.

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soilaluna · 1 year

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— i gave you all that i had (but it wasn’t enough). . bonten!mikey ft. f!reader . heavy angst, alcoholism, sexual themes, manga spoilers, toxic relationship . 2.2k

happy hour. you give up on trying to mitigate your misery with endless tv zapping and stop off at a local bar near your place. the offered beverage is bland but the prices are modest enough to let you afford your discontent every time you require it.

it's all you've known for the past year —a dreary round of eating, working, getting wasted, and trying to sleep. an exhausting routine that has stripped you of your essence and transmuted you into nothing but an empty shell.

so, like most nights, at one o'clock you sit on the bar stool with your figure slumped against the counter.

you stopped cracking peanuts half an hour ago and fully devoted yourself to getting as drunk as possible (appetizers can't sweep away your sorrows but ten glasses of cheap bourbon will).

you take your fifth bourbon in one smooth shot and ask for another. the bartender mumbles something you can't quite fully grasp because you're too busy grousing about the lights above you (how the fuck do they get more blinding with each drink you down?)

upset, you groan and hide your face between your arms, slapping your forehead against the wooden surface.

then, “bad night?” a velvety voice caresses your ears.

you peek at the owner with a side glance. he wears a tight-lip smile and you can't help but mimic it. his’ is seductive, yours is mocking.

fool.

you make your first assumption of the night: he isn’t from around.

if he were, he’d know that the party’s always over once you arrive. he’d know he’s better off anywhere else than by your side cause you’re more of a nuisance than a blessing.

you think of telling him to fuck off for a merciful second but... he's there. right next to you. attractive, warm, and inviting and you can’t resist the temptation of finding out just how far can you push things this time.

cause you’re so fucking lonely.

so you straighten your back and try not to slur as you ask, "aren't you going to invite me for a drink?"

your eagerness doesn't go unnoticed as the stranger chuckles. his eyes rest briefly on your empty glass. or your cleavage (you don’t really care enough to notice).

"you want more, baby?"

you almost grimace at the pet name. he’s so horribly predictable but you're desperate enough to let it slide.

instead, you flaunt a pleasant smile. pretty and submissive, they like you better like that. "yes, please".

his lips shift upwards into a victorious grin. he immediately lifts two fingers toward the barman.

you’re going to fuck him, you think. somewhere not far from there. maybe the back of your car. maybe in a sketchy, cheap, and dirty motel room. the only question is how you’ll get there. if you’re lucky enough to get there.

but you’re not a lucky girl (when have you been, honestly?)

“she’s fine. you can fuck off, man.”

ah, just in time.

you almost laugh at his revolting punctuality. flirty-guy next to you isn't so diverted by the sudden ill-mannered guest.

"what did you say?" he counters, taking a stand.

you rest your chin on the heel of your palm and sigh. you feel your headache intensify. the barman stops and watches the scene unfold, face shadowed with qualm as he holds two glasses full of liquor in his hands.

you throw a hushed ‘pst’ in his direction and he glances at you. you nod at the glasses and wave your pointer finger back and forth. ‘keep ‘em coming’. so he slides one of them over the counter to your hand.

from the corner of your eye, you see sanzu open his vest and flash his gun to the guy.

the macho staring contest ends right there.

defeated, the man in front of him slaps a couple of bills over the counter and bids goodbye once he receives the message. he throws a look at you over his shoulder as he walks away — half-disgusted, half-ashamed. ‘sorry’ you want to yell but it’s not your fault that things turned out this way (not entirely, anyways).

you're quick to bury your guilty feelings in your drink before reaching for the other one. you're willing to down it too but your new pink-haired companion beat you to it.

“that’s enough,” he orders as he snatches the glass from you. a few drops of alcohol manage to fall on your hand and you quickly pick them up with your tongue like a wretched, thirsty stray.

"party pooper," you grumble, rolling your eyes.

you look to your right, avoiding sanzu's gaze. you expect to see at least someone else seated beside you (a replacement, hopefully, for guy number one) but find no one, instead. then, you look a little further —and there's not a single soul in sight. music no longer blasts through the speakers.

it’s still dirty, and messy but the place is fucking dead.

you turn abruptly to sanzu and raise an eyebrow in question. sanzu throws a half-smirk in your direction. an answer. one that you pick up immediately and abhor.

shit.

you try to dart but your legs get all tangled and you trip (maybe it was the alcohol, maybe your desperation kicking in). sanzu is quick to grab your arm, steadies you, and throws you back to the stool as if you were just a rag doll.

"tch, he already knows you're here so stay put, bitch," he barks.

sanzu despises you. he's never told you explicitly so but he isn't hard to read: he's mikey's left hand and yet, far too often, he's degraded to playing babysitter.

and he's aware that him being mikey's most trusted man has everything to do with him being in charge of you. he's supposed to be ¿honored? but working as a cock-blocker must be a lot less fun than ramming a gun into someone’s head, you suppose.

he hates you.

he hates your power (that you didn't ask for).

and he hates what you represent (you don't blame him, you hate yourself too).

your head starts pounding. the alcohol is starting to wear off too soon. you search for the barman cause there's no way you're doing this not fully wrecked (when was the last time you did something sober anyways?), but he's nowhere to be seen.

and sanzu, who was just a second ago by your side, has disappeared like a shadow in the night.

a tragic revelation.

hell’s bells, irony blows.

your antagonist is standing at the other end of the bar.

how long did it take him to get there? how long has he been staring at you in silence?

you turn your head to the front. you try to ignore him. you really do. but his eyes are screaming at you. you feel pressure on your head (and one on your heart) and you can't help but scoff and inquire:

"so you're just going to observe me in silence like some fucking creep?" you ask, staring straight ahead.

mikey utters no word as he saunters toward you. his heavy boots echo in the now empty place (he’s used to this, bringing death to where there used to be life).

"at this rate, you'll leave me friendless," you bleat, when he doesn't answer.

then, he deadpans: "men like him are not your friends."

a breathless chuckle leaves your lips, "oh and you are?"

you feel him take a sit next to you. against your better judgment, you turn your head and look at him.

you really take a look at him this time.

the tips of his hair brush his shoulders, and the dark circles that used to ring his eyes have dissipated. he doesn’t smell anymore like stale cigarettes and yesterday’s beer. he's no longer the spitting image of his dead half-brother.

he looks better.

and that would've lit a flame of hope inside your chest if you didn't know that picture by memory.

he's always managed to look fine. so as long as he didn't allow a single glimpse of his slowly-rotting core —not even to you.

"i do care about you," mikey assures, not even a little sheepish.

(you think he's full of bullshit).

"you have a funny way of showing it."

"you know that—"

"yeah, yeah. it's better like this, i'm safer. blah, blah, blah," you spit.

you heard it all before. and time may pass but his speech remains the same as on day one.

he left you, but he didn't really leave you behind. he uses and abuses his power to find you. bribing third parties, emptying bars at his will.

(oh, how you wish to return to the old days when the most harmful thing he did was to throw stones at random thugs).

his so-called need to protect is suffocating and demeaning.

mikey's girl.

they whisper so when sanzu —or whoever fits for the job— spooks away every suitor who approaches you.

you're isolated. lonely. and still deeply in love with the major source of your pain.

your chin wobbles and you take a deep breath before you speak again, "i'm fucking exhausted, mikey. you say you’re protecting but look at me!” you choke on your words. your hands collide flat against your chest. rage and aching mix all together in your body.

your pointer finger shakes in the air as you lift towards him, “and this is not on me. i'm a wreck but this... this is you. it's you not letting me go. i-it’s you glued to me like a fucking shadow. you say you love me but you're destroying me."

he sits there immobile for a beat too long. and you think, this is it. he's finally given up (finally, mercy).

your suffering won't end here but you have to start somewhere.

anywhere.

you dare to lift yourself from the chair with hope. you try to walk away but he catches you by the arm and presses you against his body. you trash in his arms but, ultimately, it’s impossible to fight him. you can’t resist the warmth of his skin that bleeds through his shirt, and you can’t dismiss his hushed sorry’s against your ear as he tries with all his strength to keep you by his side. you see his effort, you sense his desperation and he seems to share your anguish.

so you stay.

because maybe, just maybe... “let’s go home.” you beg in a whisper over his neck. your hands are gripped together tightly behind his back. you don’t want to let go. you won’t let go just yet.

mikey presses his nose against the top of your head and sighs. he doesn't answer. he gifts you a peck, softly nods, and takes your hand.

you follow him in silence, your eyes fixed on your linked palms. it’s been a while —far too long. and though memories splash your foggy mind, his touch feels fresh —no, not fresh, foreign (he's not your mikey, hasn't been in a while) (but you're so wretched that you'll accept him as he comes, even if it destroys you).

he directs you to his car, opens the door, and lets you in. you want to say something more once he settles into the pilot’s seat but you find yourself too exhausted and tense to find the words.

(mikey chooses to stay silent as well).

you don't need to remind him of the way back home. he's driven down the same road hundreds of times. and you remember it well: the wind in your hair, your arms around his core, hands flat against his chest. velocity, romance —invincibility. you were infinite. untouchable.

he promised no one would hurt you as long as you stayed by his side.

(he never told you he was the only one allowed to destroy you).

"don't leave me," you mutter, once you feel the car stop.

"don't leave me," you beg while he carries you inside your apartment.

the pillow under you is chilly. you reach out to him, and your hand grazes his skin. "please, don't leave me."

it's your last attempt. you don't care if he stays for pity, you don't mind if he lies once again. but you need him by your side, you should've never parted ways. you belonged to each other. you've always had.

mikey's stiff back is all you see.

you wait.

it could've been seconds, it could've been minutes. it felt like an eternity. but mikey finally breathes, "ok".

the weight of the world dissapears from your shoulders.

mikey lays down next to you and you welcome him into your arms. his head rests over your chest, and his arm goes around your stomach.

peace. you're both at peace, at last.

half an hour ago, this scenario seemed impossible. and now you were embracing each other, reminiscing when you were nothing but two teenagers in love.

you wish you could go back to those times.

you once promised you were going to marry him.

yet all you've done is try to save the last bits of the sano manjiro you once knew.

"will you stay with me forever?" he asks. his voice pierces your skin.

you don't even think your answer, "of course i will."

#v.writes #sh1tty and rushed ending but i had this in my drafts since forever #and i wanted to publish it #fvck it #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x you #sano manjiro angst #mikey x reader #mikey x you #mikey angst #tokyo revengers angst #sanzu x reader

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secretcheesecakecat · 8 months

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[Sorry if i send another one ahaha. Btw this is for Sibling! Mikey]

Big bro! Hanma Shuji just asked me out! Do you think i should give him a chance? He's cute!

"HUH!? HANMA!? YOU CAN NOT BE SERIOUSE!? *he looked at you, like he is just judging you as he corses his arms* No way in hell i would let you on a date with Hanma. You can go and sit down in your room, bc you are not going on any date! Expecialy not with Hanma. *He told himself* Jessus, is she even right in the head? Tch! Hanma...."

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nejibaby · 1 year

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of faults and chances

Pairing: Sano Manjiro / Mikey x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Description: When the city is asleep and the underworld wreaks its havoc under the command of Mikey, you couldn’t help but think you’re the cause of his downfall.

warnings: spoilers; tw: blood

There’s a gnawing thought at the back of your mind ready to consume your rationality. It holds your sanity in a vice grip and it snickers when you try to run away from it. It whispers songs telling you that you are the cause of Sano Manjiro’s downfall and it resonates throughout your entire body.

Although it is a matter of point of view, you know for a fact that you are a key figure on his descent to the world of organized crime. Even if you genuinely had no intentions of letting him into this world, he still wound up here.

It’s his choice, you remind yourself.

But what if you could’ve said something to stop him? If you had tried harder, would this have not happened?

Perhaps.

Perhaps not.

What’s done is done. There’s no point in dwelling, you know that, but at the dead of the night, when the city is asleep and the underworld wreaks its havoc under the command of Mikey, you couldn’t help but mull over such thoughts.

Mikey should have never been yours in this lifetime. Maybe then Bonten’s Mikey would have never existed.

You’d trade your life in a heartbeat for a future where Mikey becomes a motorcycle racer.

Maybe if you haven’t met him, it would be attainable. Maybe if you haven’t fallen in love with him, and maybe if he wasn’t left alone with you, all this could just be a vivid nightmare. There would be no blood on his hands and no dirt on his name.

And you’ll be all alone. But that’s alright, you’d do anything for Mikey.

You realize now that it’s pathetic of you to think that Mikey will be your savior; that he will pull you out of the underground world, where you’re knees-deep into, thanks to your parents. You suppose in this world, there’s no way out except death.

The harsh reality is that you ended up dragging him down instead of him pulling you up. So in a way, you are at fault.

And now Mikey is just a shell of his former self, even when you take care of him more than your own.

He’s become cold, even to you. There’s no mirth, no joy, no appreciation in his eyes even as he praises you for a job well done at eliminating a lieutenant at an opposing organization. He dismisses you just as quickly as the words leave his mouth, as if you’re only a bother.

“Boss,” you croak.

He looks at you, emotionless. He doesn’t see you as an equal anymore, you note.

You break eye contact, opting to focus on the floor. You notice the blood stains on your shoes. There are splatters on parts of your pants as well. Then you realize your stained hands are shaking too.

You raise your hands and stare at them, and then you look back up at Mikey. “Boss,” you sob.

His eyes widen slightly in worry but it disappears as quickly as it came. This is probably the most emotion you’ve seen in him in so long.

You don’t know what to say or what to do. What you do know is that you’re aching terribly.

Before you know it, your hands move on their own: picking up your gun, unloading it, and dropping it on the floor. Next comes the multiple daggers and knives hidden around your body.

You’re slowly disarming yourself as tears stream down your face and all Mikey does is watch you. The room is dead silent aside from your occasional sniffling.

Physically, you feel lighter without the weapons but that does not ease your emotional turmoil.

Your knees buckle so you let yourself fall too.

Mikey doesn’t move.

“Manjiro,” you whimper. You hate how foreign his name feels on your tongue. You can’t remember the last time you called him by his name. Sanzu made sure he’s called Boss within Bonten.

“Manjiro, I’m sorry,” you weep. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

You repeat the words over and over until it’s the only thing you hear, until the sound of Mikey’s footsteps are drowned out by your wails, and you’re met with him kneeling in front of you.

In that moment, you see Mikey for what he was in the past: your savior.

You wrap your arms around him and repeat your chant of apologies.

He doesn’t put his arms around you as he used to, but the mere fact that he lets you embrace him is a feat on its own. He has unknowingly deprived you of intimacy, and although this is probably bare minimum, you appreciate it.

But even then, the ache in your heart increases, so much so that it becomes harder to breathe. The last thing you remember while clutching your chest and leaning into him, is you saying, “I’m so sorry, Manjiro. I love you. I’m so sorry. I’m so tired,” before you faint.

By the time you regain consciousness, you’re tucked in Mikey’s bed. You’re no longer in your usual get-up as an Executive. There’s no blood in your hands anymore. There aren’t any traces of what had just transpired so it’s easy to assume that it was all just a bad nightmare.

Except for your puffy eyes and dry throat.

And the fact that you’re in Mikey’s room, a place where you haven’t been allowed into after his spiral into darkness.

You compose yourself before going back to the headquarters. You hold back another wave of tears. You square your shoulders, lift your chin up, and (try to) ignore the whispers of the monsters in your head.

You walk in with an authority worthy of an Executive, and you conceal whatever weakness you’ve just shown moments ago. Weakness is a defect in this world.

Mikey doesn’t fuss over you. He doesn’t address what had just happened and you’re left to push your disappointment away.

The world doesn’t shift. He doesn’t change and so do you. You carry out his orders without objection and go on solo missions.

Mikey will never admit it, but he gets jealous over the simplest of things when it comes to you so he makes sure he assigns you missions where you wouldn’t need to partner up with someone. When the situation calls for a partner, he makes sure it’s a short one.

Because he knows how easy it is to like you, to fall for you. And when — not if — you decide that your affection is better off with someone else, he knows you can have anyone you want. He fears you’ll find someone else, because he knows there are a lot of people who are infinitely better than him.

For now, he keeps you to himself, even when he doesn’t know how to treat you right. For now, he’s content that you stand by him. For now, he lets things be.

Change comes in the form of Hanagaki Takemichi. There are reports from four different divisions that he wants to come in contact with Mikey, and while he ends up being beaten down every time, he continues to try.

Mikey becomes a little bit listless because of this, until he decides to meet him once and for all. You’re there when it happens, and you remain there even when Mikey orders you to leave.

“No,” you stand your ground. “Although briefly, Takemitchy was my friend too. I’d like to hear what he has to say.”

You see the fire in Mikey’s eyes. You know very well the consequences of disobeying him, and you’re ready to face them later. For now, you want to hear from Takemichi.

So he talks — about the past and the present. There are things you don’t understand, but you listen. And when he says he’s determined to save Mikey, you see the latter pull out a gun.

Your body moves to block Takemichi just as Mikey pulls the trigger.

You do not have a deep relationship with Takemichi, he’s merely an acquaintance. If he dies, you probably wouldn’t mourn. But if he claims that Mikey did what he did to protect his friends, you couldn’t just allow Mikey to kill one of his closest friends. Not after how much he endured when he took this path.

So you take a bullet for Takemichi and you bleed. Both men are stunned, but it’s Takemichi who catches you as you fall.

He says something you can’t hear. Now that you think about it, the ringing in your ears is all you can make out.

You watch as Takemichi sobs and trembles, and you watch as Mikey stands unmoving.

Mikey shuts down. He’s prepared to lose Takemichi, but not you.

You can see it all.

“Go,” you try to tell Takemichi. “Go before his dark impulses take over.”

You can see the gears turning in his mind. Even if you aren’t close to him, you can tell he has a good heart. So even though it's you with a bullet in your body, you comfort him with a smile, “I’ll be fine. Go.”

He shakes his head and says something again, but you still can’t make out what he’s saying.

Your vision becomes blurry. You summon your last bout of energy to grab his shaking hands in an attempt to reassure him.

It surprises you when you feel a current flowing through your body at that small contact with Takemichi. And for some reason, you have a feeling that everything’s going to be alright.

a/n: didn’t know what came over me when i wrote this

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