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dyeher · 3 months

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“Gentlemen,” Mikey says.

His voice doesn’t rise above its regular volume but the single word is enough to quiet the room of executives settled around the conference table.

He's standing at one end, a hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other tapping a random rhythm into the mahogany surface of the table as he regards his...what did you say these men were to him?

They're your friends Mikey.

His friends. Right.

He eyes Ran Haitani who balances on the back legs of the chair he's sitting on precariously. His loafer-clad feet crossed at the ankles on the table. Next to him, his brother sighs deeply, his thumb and forefinger massaging circles into the bridge of his nose.

Opposite them, Kokonoi and Kakucho appear deceptively calm. Kokonoi is chewing diligently on a piece of gum. His attempt at quitting cigarettes. Kakucho has one arm slung along the back of Koko's chair, his legs spread as he slouches in his chair. His eyes are closed, his head tipped back against the headrest. If Mikey didn't know better he'd think Kakucho was recovering from a night out drinking.

Of course, the truth is much wilder than Kakucho spending a night on the town.

Takeomi is absent. Naturally. Sanzu is sprawled in his own chair at the other end of the table. His guns are on the table as he shines his katana.

Mikey considers everything he's been through with the men in this room.

If you can let me in, then you can let them in.

He shudders as your words wash through him. You're like his fucking conscience. It's simultaneously the most unnerving and wonderful experience he's ever had. A voice of reason that isn't being paid in his blood money. He glances at Kakucho again quickly.

If you think these men have stuck around because you're paying them then you're dumber than I thought, Mikey.

Sanzu gently places his katana on the table and shakes out the little cloth he was using to shine it. He gives Mikey his full attention. the action seems to stir the others who also turn to him. Kakucho lifts a single brow at him in question.

And the action sets of something akin to...gratitude in Mikey. It's a wildly unfamiliar sensation and he has to quell the urge to rub his chest.

They would die for you, Mikey.

Yes, they would. He catches a glimpse of a cut running along Rindou Haitani's chest as the man shifts in his chair. The skin is shiny and puckered from healing and a pang goes off in his chest that almost knocks him on his ass.

These men would die for him.

A sudden clarity comes over him and he has to blink several times to reorient himself. It feels almost like someone has ripped whatever ill-fitting glasses he was wearing before off and he can see clearly now. Jesus Christ, these men would die for him.

He sinks heavily into his own chair. The weight of his previous oversight anchors him to the cushion.

"I have news," he blurts.

The words suck the air out of the room. Silence ensues for a handful of seconds and then...

"Oh my God, you knocked her up!"

Rindou reaches Ran before Mikey can react to his exclaimed words and slaps his brother in the back of the head.

"I-" Mikey starts, blinking in confusion. What?

"Jesus Christ Ran, so what if he has?" Rindou interrupts, glaring at his brother.

"I di-" Mikey tries again, his brows furrowed.

"That actually...that makes sense," Kokonoi says slowly, nodding. "I saw her eat half a cake by herself the other night."

Kakcuho is gaping at Mikey. But there's a twinkle in his eye that makes Mikey nervous.

"Wait a min-"

"I thought you'd never notice," Sanzu laughs from the other end of the table and Mikey's skin chills.

What?

"What?" He zones out. Something in his voice must get the others attention because the room goes quiet.

"That's not...the news?" Ran squints at him, his chair making a thudding sound as he settles onto all four legs.

Mikey swallows around a ball of spit that seems to be stuck in the back of his throat. Pregnant.

No- she can't be- she- but- but the crying...and the sensitive breasts. the cravings.

"I was going to say I'm getting married," he says, hollowly.

"Oh shit," Sanzu breathes.

"Fuck, Mikey."

"I thought it was obvi-" Kokonoi shrugs.

"She agreed to marry you?" Ran interjects. "Without-" he pauses to glance around the room quickly and then lowers his voice as he finishes his question "-putting up a fight?"

That gets the rooms attention.

"What the fuck kinda question is that?" Kakucho frowns. "She's in love with him."

That seems to throw Ran for a loop. His eyes narrow on Mikey who's still stupified by the realization that he might become a father and husband in the same breath.

"Maybe there is hope for me," Ran says.

Sanzu snaps at him. "Are you implying Mikey doesn't deserve her?"

Ran splutters. "What? No- Why the fuck would I-"

"Just be quiet," Rindou sighs.

"You really think she's pregnant?" Mikey asks, interrupting their squabble.

"Yes," Koko nods.

"Absolutely,” Rindou agrees.

"Half a fucking cake Mikey...in a single sitting."

Mikey blanches. “She’s pregnant.”

Koko chuckles.

“She’s fucking pregnant,” he repeats. There’s a note of distress in his tone. “With a baby. A child!?”

Kakucho gives him a knowing look. “Congratulations, Manjiro.”

Sanzu, who has been uncharacteristically quiet stands. “This means she can’t say no to a protection detail anymore.”

Mikey’s brain stutters. Protection. Because shes pregnant with your child and about to become your wife. She’s singlehandedly the most important person to Bonten. And to him.

“Oh fuck.”

Rindou shakes his head. “We need to start personally vetting Bonten members now.”

“Why did it take a child and a marriage to convince you of that and not the two times we’ve been double crossed?” Kakucho questions.

“Do you want to deal with a Mikey whose wife and child are hurt or murdered?”

The room falls quiet as all eyes fall to Kokonoi. A heavy tension settles on Mikey’s shoulders. He’s having a child. Maybe. And getting married. Definitely.

And he runs one of the most dangerous organizations in the world. With over a hundred thousand employees worldwide. And stakes in every major and even some minor pies, in every industry.

He’s not sure of much except his own success and frankly, inhuman work ethic. But as the realization that his life is changing. Developing into something better, something more. He’s sure that if anything ever happens to you or his unborn child…he would unravel.

“Can we circle back to her wanting to marry him?” Ran asks, breaking the tension. “Without being coerced?”

#manjiro sano x you #mikey x reader #mikey x you #bonten fluff #my work.#tr x you #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tr: beyablade.

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badsweetangel · 28 days

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Jealousy (Tokyo revengers)

His reaction to your attacks of jealousy

Mikey x reader, Ran x reader, Rindou x reader, Sanzu x reader

Warnings: pure fluff, except in sanzu (are you surprised?)

Mikey

In general, he had great charisma, so it wouldn't be unusual for there to be girls in love with him. However, it's not like many people approached him because of his reputation. That gave you some peace of mind and security. But suddenly, you couldn't deal with those girls who approached him at times when he was bringing out his typical charisma.

You looked from afar, being too transparent. He would just smile and look at you suddenly. Once the conversation was over he approached you.

“You don't have to be jealous!” he scoffed and smirked.

“I wasn't jealous,” you denied, looking away.

He thought for a moment, making a playful face. And he looked completely different from the Mikey you saw when he fought. He put his hand on your cheek and you both felt each other's breath. You felt your heart beating quickly and suddenly, you were already lost in his eyes.

“There's no reason to worry,” he moved closer.

Once he kissed you, you forgot about everything else and only felt his hands touching your body. Yes, there was no reason to worry.

Ran

Completely seductive, yet he was still too distant for the others. He usually looked here and there, but nothing too serious. You just stared at him for too long when you saw his gaze drift away. He usually just laughed and it was much worse how his ego rose every time.

“I don’t want you to keep seeing those girls,” you demanded.

“As if they could outdo you,” he simply replied, smiling.

You looked at him, without any bit of sympathy. The sigh.

“My eyes are only for you, darling,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead.

Something told you that he wasn't joking this time.

Rindou

Definitely the least accessible of all. Even for you. He was a good boyfriend, however, it was more about actions than words. You hadn't had any reason to be jealous, not even for a moment, but you had bad days too. The parties were too close together and there were always too many girls around, until one day you faced it.

“Are you serious?” he just looked strange.

You shrugged your shoulders, your anger only increasing as you saw his disbelief. He clearly couldn't tolerate you having that kind of distrust. He sighed and tried not to argue. It wasn't much of a word, he simply took you by the hand and went to where everyone was. That day he was too close in front of the others, who completely understood the message.

Sanzu

No, he was someone loyal. However, he liked to see you lose control. He would get too close to the girls in front of you and flirt. You ignored him the first few times, but he was already starting to get on your nerves. One day you just grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him into a wall. He had laughed, proudly. With one hand you grabbed his face, specifically his chin, your long manicured nails digging into his skin. He was clearly pleased with your little outburst. He just stopped it in an instant, when he pulled the gun out of him and put it to your neck. You didn't tremble for a moment, because he was clearly in that state of mind. You stopped touching him, waiting for him to decide what to do. He lowered the gun and smiled. Clearly he wouldn't change you, he could do whatever he wanted with you.

#tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #mikey x you #mikey x y/n #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x you #manjiro sano x y/n #manjiro sano #ran x reader #ran x you #ran x y/n #ran haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou x reader #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you

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unfinshedsentec · 1 year

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TR BOYS AND THEIR TYPOS

because I can’t type (and I desperately wanted to do an smau)

reader is gender neutral!

characters: baji, mikey, draken, izana, inui, rindou, wakasa, and kazutora

tw: cursing, mentions of suicide, and anxiety (I guess?)

masterlist || reblogs are very appreciated <3

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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A Few More Minutes and Then Some More

Pairing: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x FemReader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, sharing a bed, cuddles, making out, lazy day, domestic fluff

Word count: 1.5k

Flufftober Day 8: Rainy Day

A/N: I was really looking forward to this flufftober piece, hope you enjoy!

Rainy days weren't that bad of a thing to you, if anything it was an excuse to stay in bed for a little while longer and be lazy for the day. You couldn't think of a better day to spend inside and you couldn't think of a better person to spend it then your boyfriend. If only he would answer your phone calls. Hopefully he's not in some kind of trouble again, or worse in a hospital again.

No, if he was you would have gotten a call already, you're in his emergency contacts after all. Mikey was probably just busy hanging out with his friends, not getting into trouble this time around. Yeah right! He's always getting into some kind of trouble.

Regardless you knew he would be visiting sometime today, he promised. While you got dressed for the day you kept looking over at your phone, waiting for a call or a text, but you were in and out of the bathroom and still nothing. What could he be doing on a rainy day like this that required so much attention? "Am I needy?" Yes, you probably were and it was Mikey's fault for spoiling you.

The rest of your morning routine went without a phone call too. You were right in the middle of making yourself breakfast when there was a series of quick knocks on the door.

You didn't bother to look who it was, it could only be one person. Although you weren't expecting to see Mikey standing in the hallways soaked to the bone.

"You gonna let me in or do I need to ask nicely?" He turned his head up a little to meet your eyes, his hands suspiciously hiding in the pockets of his pants and the top of his foot tapping impatiently against the floor. "Need a kiss for payment?"

Yes, but not right now, "Get in here already." When he passed by you he left little puddles in his wake, the rain draining down his clothes. He looked like he'd been in the rain for a while, there's no way he could have gotten this soaked just from walking to here, it's not even raining that hard yet.

Granted Mikey didn't seem to be shivering at all, which again begs the question, if f he's running to hot he can't feel the cold rain, what the hell has he been up to. "Something in here smells good. What you making babe?" He was careful when running his hand through his hair to get it off his face, he didn't want to splash any more rain around. Mikey turned to you a little smile on his face and beckoned you closer.

"Just bacon and eggs. If you called me I would have made you something too." You approached him while paying mind to the water. When you were close enough he made a move to pull you closer, "Ah-ah, nope. I'm not kissing you like that." You pressed your hand against his face and steered him in the direction of the bathroom, "Go take a bath before you make yourself sick!" Mikey was durable, but he wasn't gonna win a fight against Mother Nature.

"Wanna join me? I might need a little... extra something to warm me up in all the right places." He made a slight hip thrusting motion that he knew would only get him an eyeroll but it was more then worth a try in his opinion. Luckily he turned around just in time not to see your face getting hotter then...

"Shit! My breakfast!" You rushed back into the kitchen, saving your breakfast, mostly anyway.

The water in the shower kept distracting you as you ate. There was a slight urge to take Mikey up on his offer and join him but today was meant to be a lazy day. The next day? Maybe not so lazy.

Mikey though seemed hellbent on making it not a lazy day for either of you as he came out of the bathroom bare-chested and grinning happily. That wasn't what drew your attention though, "Your fists, you were in a fight after all." They were covered in bruises and not it was clear to you why he kept them in his pockets. Right as you noticed he showed them back in, shrugging like it was no big deal, "Nope, not today Mikey, let me have a look."

You took his hands in yours and looked at the little red bruises on his knuckles. The skin was scratched, splintered in various formds of healing but red around, probably due to the hot water he used to take the shower. If he needed to get his fists this banged up the it must have been quite the fight.

Mikey used to hide his injuries from you a lot more when you were only friends, and when you first began dating. Lately he seems to enjoy it when you treat them. At least the smaller ones.

"You should…"

"See the other guys? Yeah, I'm sure they've got it worse." You rubbed your thumbs over the injured knuckles, careful not to press down and make it uncomfortable for him.

Mikey shook his head, another smirk thrown your way, "I wanted to say give me something to wear but if you want me to tell you about the guys I beat up I can. I'm sure it's gonna be a fun story for a nap." You felt heat spreading across your face as you looked down his chest and abs, where little drops of water dripped down into the waistline of his pants. "Then again, maybe you want me more naked."

"Y-You're spending way too much time around Draken!" Or maybe he was finally opening up to you more. After all he's known Draken for longer. "Anyway, today is a lazy rainy day. None of that for you." None of you either but you could keep that to yourself. "Let's get you to bed, you look like you need to sit down and rest." Mikey didn't protest, he just smiled at you and pulled you into his lap when you showed him to the bed. "Mikey! What did I just say?" There was nowhere to go with his arms pulling you against his chest and more importantly his big grin enticing you to get even closer.

When you were close enough he stole a kiss, or two, or three from you. Well, is it really stealing if you give them away so easily.

"Not fair." You rubbed your nose against his and brushed his hair off his forehead, "Your hair is still wet. You really want to catch that cold huh?" Your hands reached for the blanket and draped it around his shoulders, looking very much like he did when he wore his jacket.

"No, just want you close to me. It's better when it's like this." He pulled you down with him, arms around your back and lips against yours, tongue asking for and being granted access to your mouth so easily. "That's better."

You put your whole weight on him, which to him wasn't hard to support, he's been in many brawls where most were taller, heavier and stronger then him and he still came out on top. Right now though he wants you to be on top of him, warming him up with your body, sinking in between his legs and pressing your breasts against his chest, so god damn soft, almost feels like a dream to him.

One hand moved down to your thigh, fingers dancing as far down as he could reach, then slowly back up and snapping the band of your pants against your skin. The sudden sting made your hips buck against his, definitely feeling a little more then you thought you would.

"Pervert." You kissed the word against his neck, leaving red lipstick marks there, marking him as he marked you so many times before. Mikey didn't comment, he didn't push for anything more then kissing, despite what you could so clearly feel down bellow. He seemed too tired to actually go through with what his body wanted. "Sleep, you little hothead."

"In a minute." His voice was already so groggy, his eyelids heavy and breathing evening out, along with yours, "Want to hold you a bit more." You nodded and leaned your head on his chest and sighed when he pulled the blanked from behind his back and on top of the both you, "Don't want you catching a cold either."

He came all this way to see you, after a fight and during rainfall nonetheless, all so he could have an excuse to shower and cuddle at your place. But you couldn't be all that mad at him. Behind that hard, tough guy exterior he really did have a heart of gold. And that heartbeat of his, right in your ear, just so happened to put you to sleep better then simple rain ever could.

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kakujis · 1 year

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do you love me?;

synopsis: waking them up at 3am just to ask if they love u. pt 2 here. 3 4

warnings: clingy reader, pet names, slightly suggestive in yuzuha's, but besides that none really! no set timeline. gn!reader. not proofread!

feat: mikey, baji, yuzuha.

a/n: this is so cute in theory, but i would probably fight if this happened to me irl!! anyways, i was sad and wanted to write somethin' cute. also, my first time writing for my yuzuha n i lost my mind.. expect more of her in the future!

mikey:

“manjiro..” you whisper, poking softly at his sleeping face. you knew this was a dumb idea, but sometimes you really just needed to hear it, something that would set your heart at ease. something only mikey could say.

“mm.” is all you get, as you try to rustle him from sleep. he sleeps on his stomach, hair falling around his face like a curtain as his cheek presses against the pillow.

“maaanjiroo.” you try again, voice a little louder this time as you poke his cheek even harder, dragging out the call of his name, giggling as you note the give of his plush skin indenting where your finger marks. so cute and so soft.

“what?” mikey groans, shifting in his dream-like state so that he’s facing away from you, clearly annoyed. he pulls the blanket further over him as he does this, wanting to tune you out. he can’t help it, he’s sleepy.

but you persist, moving closer and wrapping your arms around his covered form, eliciting another noise from him, but this time not so irritated.

“i love you.” you murmur, resting your cheek on his shoulder and peering down at the tufts of blond hair peeking from beneath the fabric. “i love you sooo much, like i wanna explode when i look at you type of love.”

you wait a moment before you pull the blanket down slightly. is he really not gonna say it back? you pull him down, forcing him onto his back. you pout, when you make eye contact with him. drowsy, black eyes peer up into yours with a dust of red on the tops of his cheeks.

“do you love me, mikey?” you whisper, a little hurt he still hasn’t said it yet.

he nods, before he brings his hands up to cup your cheek. “yeah, i love you a lot.” he gives a languid smile and you beam.

“more than anything?” you ask, excitement tinting your voice, mood already brightened.

“yeah.” he yawns, head nodding as he answers your question.

“more than sleep?” you inquire with a tilt of your head that sets mikey’s heart racing.

“mhm.” he hums.

“even taiyaki?” you press, readying the list of his favorite things, other than you of course.

“mm, that one’s kind of a stretch.“ he quips, eyes filled with mirth, lips curling up into a bigger smile.

“hey..” you frown, but mikey continues, pulling you in and hugging you a little harder in his embrace.

“c’mon, let’s sleep. i’m sleepy.” he sighs, slinging his leg over you as he turns to spoon you, making sure you’ll sleep this time.

“okay,” you resign, settling into his warm embrace. it’s not often mikey’s the big spoon, so you try your best to not pester him more. whenever you are like this, it’s snug and comfortable, cozy and reassuring. you close your eyes to try and let sleep take you.

“…but by the way, my babu is really important-“

“mikey!”

baji:

baji had fallen asleep before you, mumbling something about how he’d tell you all about his day with toman tomorrow once he rested up.

but there was something itching in you, something annoying that wracked your brain and crept up on you during the early morning hours like this. you peered over at his sleeping form, one arm flung above his head while the other laid on his midriff. he was snoring pretty loudly and you could see his pearly fangs under the moonlight.

you couldn’t sleep, your insecurity gnawing at you from inside, so you turned to fully face him tapping on his side.

“kei.. wake up,” you mumbled, inching closer to his sleeping face.

unconsciously, the hand that was on his belly flings up to swat you away. there’s no power behind it and it is just an unconscious reaction, but it turns that insecurity into annoyance.

“…oi.” you hiss, but the sound of your voice has his hand flying up again. you scoff, before taking his pointer finger and biting down.

“what the fuck!” he yelps, amber eyes shot open at the pressure. at first he’s confused, but when he glances down he barks a laugh at you, your face contorted in anger as you nibble on him. “let go, dummy, i’m awake.”

he uses his free hand to flick at your forehead and you release. laying your head on his chest, you look up at him, feeling the rise and fall of his body and hearing the beat of his heart.

“so, whatcha want?” he asks, fully awake from your little love bite. baji’s eyes are always soft when he looks at you, like he’s staring at the whole world.

“do you love me?” you ask, pouting and blinking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

baji ponders for a second, before poking your cheek. “do birds fly?”

“seriously, kei!” you whine, shifting up and wrapping your arms around his neck. “do you love me?” you ask with such earnesty that something in baji’s chest blooms, and it blooms with such intensity he can’t help but cup the back of your head and bring you in for a kiss.

his lips on yours are soft and when he pulls away, the grip on your hair lessened, you realize the silliness of your insecurity. but baji wants to make sure you hear it too.

“i love you,” he grins, a finger touching the tip of your nose, “a little too much.”

you smile, little pin pricks of tears lining your eyes and baji groans.

“one minute you’re biting my hand off, the next you’re crying… you make no sense.” he grumbles, playing with your hair in one hand. you hum when he tugs, melting a bit into his embrace. “you good?”

you nod, laying your head back onto his chest, “‘m good.” you sigh as you settle back into place, eyes closing at the feeling of baji’s hand running through your hair. he always knows what relaxes you best, he always knows that each fleeting thought in your head is best subdued with his own affirmations. what a dumb thought to have, of course he loved you. “love you so much, kei.”

“i know.” he continues to play with your hair, fingers intertwining with your locks. he watches you with such warmth, you could say that he was the sun.

“by the way, they don’t all fly,” you smirk, trying to stifle a laugh, “so that question was a little lame.”

his hand pauses and even with your eyes shut, you can see his face contort in confusion. “huh?”

“penguins. kiwis. ostriches. emus. none of those fly.” you snicker, “google it.”

you feel him reach over for his phone on the nightstand. it only takes a few more moments for him to unlock his phone and look it up, but you can’t control your laugh when you hear him groan and say, “are you fuckin’ kidding me?!”

yuzuha:

you were always begging your girlfriend to watch a movie with you. every night without fail, she’d agree, rolling her eyes when you’d suggest a romcom for the nth night in a row. but you always thought yuzuha was so pretty when she laughed, the way her eyes crinkled and she’d look back at you as if to say “did that really just happen?” but there was also the way she'd seek your hand out in the more serious parts of the movie, squeezing wordless affirmations into your veins.

and your heart always skipped a thousand beats when she did. really, watching a movie with her was just an excuse to steal as many glances at her as you wanted as she was too distracted to notice. tonight was no different, the two of you giggling and cuddling away under the blanket.

near the end of the movie, yuzuha had fallen asleep on the other side of the couch, her long strawberry locks cascading over the side of her face as she slept. you sat there, in the dark, watching the end credits when a sudden wave of sadness hit.

it wasn’t the first time she’d fallen asleep on you, and you had fallen asleep on her a couple times as well, but you were still a little somber. you crawl over, wrapping your arms around her and she shifts in her sleep.

“mm?” she blinks with sleep laden eyes, a little upturned smile when she notices it’s you.

“yuzu..” you whisper, burying your face into her neck as her arms come around to hold you.

“what’s up, angel?” she mumbles into your hair, rubbing her cheek against it.

“do you love me?” you ask, still pressed against her neck. your breath fans across her skin and she giggles, telling you “that tickles!” but you huff again, not only from annoyance but because her giggle is like a birdsong.

“yuzuha..” you whine, as she continues to giggle, body trembling. you glance up at her both your faces tinted red, noses so close they’re almost touching, “do you love me?”

“more than you could ever know.” she proclaims and you swear her golden eyes are twinkling. “what about you? do you love me?” she asks, tilting her head a little.

“more than hakkai loves mitsuya… probably.” you tease and she scoffs, before closing the distance and pressing her lips against yours. the two of you continue to press kiss after kiss, even as the movie credits roll to an end and all the light that’s left is the slight illumination from the tv.

you don’t even hear the shuffling of feet across the floor, too immersed in the plushness of yuzuha’s lips against yours. it’s not until you hear a particularly disgusted groan that you pull away, looking up right up at hakkai, holding an empty glass and is slightly turned to face the hallway wall.

“if you’re gonna suck face, can’t you do it in your room sis?” hakkai asks, trying his best to not look at you.

“oops.” she says, blinking up at her brother, “sorry about that.”

you pull off of yuzuha, face heating up in embarrassment. “sorry hakkai,” you say sheepishly, before you feel the tug of your girlfriend’s hand on yours, pulling you up off the couch. she winks at you as you interlock hands, starting the trek back to her room.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #baji keisuke x reader #manjiro sano x reader #yuzuha shiba x reader #baji keisuke #manjro sano #yuzuha shiba #baji keisuke x y/n #baji keisuke x you #manjiro sano x you #manjiro sano x y/n #yuzuha shiba x you #yuzuha shiba x y/n #pibby writing #mikey sano

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sleepysnk · 1 year

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a/n: i was feeling under the weather the past few days and i actually was able to get some inspo for some headcanons! i hope you all enjoy! 🫶🏻 also don’t ever get sick </3 it’s annoying as hell.

characters: manjiro (mikey) sano, ken (draken) ryuguji, baji keisuke, hanma shuji

warnings: fluff, reader is sick, sickness (nothing too bad just a cold), mentions of vomit, mentions of food, use of pet names (baby, my girl, princess, babydoll, doll, babe), very very fluffy content.

TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK.

manjiro (mikey) sano:

- oh boy, expect something a little odd from mikey of all people. he doesn’t really know how to take care of someone when they’re sick.

- you had woken up in the middle of the night shivering your ass off. it took you forever to fall back asleep, but when you woke up the next morning, you felt awful. you kept breaking out in cold sweats and your body just get terribly achy the whole time. you assumed you had caught something from someone at work, because many of your coworkers called out a few days prior because of illness.

- mikey decided to swing by when you didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot earlier in the day. he grew curious on your whereabouts, so he made his way to your place and found you swaddled in blankets and the most comfiest clothes you could find.

- completely dumbfounded. he honestly thought you were planning some kind of sleepover or something.

- “babe, why are you doing that? did you plan something without me?! your own boyfriend!”

- then when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, he picked up on the fact that you were clearly unwell. there were tissues scattered along your bedside table and your skin looked a bit lighter than it usually would. you also seemed fairly exhausted and it made your boyfriend worried.

- you tried telling him to leave because you didn’t want him to catch whatever you had, but he refused. he told you time and time again that you were his girlfriend and it was his job to take care of you.

- mikey decided to go out and find you whatever you needed (with the help of draken of course). he found whatever he could to possibly make a person feel better. soup, medicine, gatorade for the electrolytes, etc! he also had to buy himself a dorayaki on the way, but otherwise he managed to find some pretty nice things for you to feel at ease.

- he actually makes a nice bowl of soup for you to enjoy. mikey also makes sure to lend you one of his sweaters so you don’t get cold at night. it’s super adorable and he honestly gets so worried 😭. he makes you call him every night before bed so he can make sure you haven’t somehow passed away or something.

- you guys can’t kiss, but he makes sure to give you a nice forehead smooch every time he swings by your place.

- he is so salty he can’t makeout with you :/.

- when you start to feel somewhat better, he comes over and watches movies with you. you find that his presence helps you sleep a little better. he probably rubs your head and let’s you lay on him so you can get a nice rest. it’s so cute and he sometimes whispers nice things in your ear so you can feel more relaxed. he’s such a sweet boy <3.

- he’s a sweetheart, don’t ever lose this man.

draken (ken) ryuguji:

- he’s such a good boyfriend. i can’t help but say this every time i talk about this goddamn man. i think you can expect the best from draken of all people.

- you had gotten home from work and you were honestly exhausted. you thought you needed a nap or something, but that wasn’t the case. you woke up the next morning with the worst headache ever, and your throat felt like it was sandpaper every time you swallowed. draken noticed your change in behavior immediately, and was very concerned by it.

- draken instantly went into protective boyfriend mode. he made sure that you were keeping yourself hydrated and getting lots of rest, because he didn’t want something bad happening to you. you were his baby. he worried for you more than anything else.

- i hc this man knows how to cook a good meal for you. he definitely went to the grocery store and picked up some stuff for you. he’d make a really nice soup that’d make you feel all warm and fuzzy. it’s all you really feel like eating during the time you’re unwell, so expect lots of soups and other things of the sort. other foods taste horrendous and you can hardly stand them.

- he’s like a total caregiver. he checks on you every chance he gets and always makes sure you’re doing okay. draken constantly reminds you to take your medicine and eat and drink properly. even if you hate it, he’s always making sure you’re okay. he could never lose you.

- “hey baby, how’s my girl doing today? you take your medicine? make sure you finish up your soup. i’ll bring you extra water too.”

- he LOVES to take showers with you. he knows you two shouldn’t be that close, but he also wants you soothe your worries. i feel like he’d be the type to give you massages and help clean your body. he wishes he could kiss you, but he knows that he’ll fall ill. he doesn’t want to burden you with that, so he makes sure to hug you from behind or kiss the top of your head.

- hoodies. hoodies. hoodies. he will give you all of them so you feel warm at night. don’t worry, he’ll also make sure to cuddle you if you have a chill from a fever. he knows how hard it can be to deal with one, so he’ll be by your side for all of it!!

- he so puts the blankets in the dryer so they’re nice and warm for you!

- HE SO WANTS A KISS.

- “no, no kisses.” “aw! come on :(“

- when you start feeling better, he is so relieved to see you back on your feet. you can finally eat regular foods and he’s honestly so glad that you’re back to your usual self. he’d honestly probably cook you something, like a favorite dish. you’d thank this man for everything because he was truly a savior while you were sick in bed.

- however.. he does feel a scratch in his throat later on.

baji keisuke:

- say what you want, but this man is kind of dense. i’m not saying he’s dumb or anything like that all the time, but he can be clueless.

- you woke up the previous night feeling horribly nauseated. your stomach was in knots and you actually ended up catching some kind of stomach bug. you also threw up in the bathroom and it was horrible. you weren’t sure how you had gotten sick, or where you could have gotten the bug, but it was hell. you could hardly fall asleep that night from the stomach pains you felt.

- baji knew something was off the next day when you didn’t come swing by his house like you usually did. he grew really worried so he took a trip and found you in your bed, curled up in a ball looking not so great.

- he honestly thought you were pranking him or something. you had done it before.

- “hey, get up. i know you’re messing around with me right now.”

- after sort of yelling at him, he quickly realized you weren’t joking. he could see how sick you looked and he felt guilty for not believing you. you explained that you hadn’t felt great and you were throwing up your guts the entire night. he wondered if it was because you had eaten at a new restaurant just a few days prior. however, that shouldn’t have been the main focus. he wanted to be a good guy and take care of you because he felt horrible seeing you that way.

- he went to the store and bought you things that could soothe your stomach. his mom had informed him that it’s best to eat soft foods when suffering with a stomach virus, so he bought you some soup and make sure to give you extra water.

- he’s the type to rub your tummy if it feels upset or tight. he knows how bad those stomach aches can be, so he’d make sure to massage you nice and well. also, if you do end up throwing up again, he will hold your hair back and clean up any messes you might make. he’s gonna deal with it all, and he doesn’t care about anything but your well being.

- “baby, drink your water. don’t forget to! i don’t want you feeling worse!”

- total worrywart. he hates to admit it but seeing you in such a state makes him feel so bad 😭. he knows he shouldn’t feel bad, but he just can’t help it. you’re his girlfriend and you mean the world to him. he wouldn’t want something bad to happen to you because he wasn’t there to properly take care of you. that’s why he’s sticking by your side as much as possible.

- he probably would lay with you in bed while you tried to take a nap. he’d be running his fingers along your skin and trying his best to soothe any pain you might have. it’s super cute and he sweet talks you the entire time to make sure you feel relaxed.

- eventually, the bug passes and you feel a lot better within the coming days. poor guy was so fucking worried but you managed to pull through it without any issues. baji probably reminds himself to never let you eat at that restaurant again 😭 and he also makes a note to never go there either.

- better thank him, because you’ll get lots of cuddles and kisses in return ;).

hanma shuji:

- hanma is a very busy man. he has shit to do and things to take care of, like you, but he was completely blindsided when you started to feel sick.

- you were a shivering mess the previous night when you were trying to fall asleep. you just couldn’t get warm and hanma woke up to you shaking like a leaf next to him. he assumed that maybe the heater had turned off or something, but when he awoke the next morning and heard you coughing up a lung, he knew something wasn’t okay with you. it was really worrying for the man.

- “hey, i’m taking you to the doctor, doll. put on something warm.”

- the doctor eventually revealed that you had the flu. your temperature was fairly high and he prescribed some medications for you. hanma was relieved to know that it wasn’t anything too bad, but he wanted to be a good boyfriend and care for you. he hated seeing his princess all sick and exhausted in bed, so he figured he’d help you with it all.

- such. a. fucking. king. he’d take a few days off of work and tell anyone who protests to go fuck themselves.

- hanma would definitely make sure you’re comfortable at home. he buys you plenty of tissues, ibuprofen, etc! he also lets you wear his clothes because he knows you’ll be more comfortable that way. he cooks you some nice food as well, and he even serves you tea for your sore throat. it’s all really sweet, so expect the real princess treatment if you’re not feeling good.

- he also doesn’t care if you get him sick. he’ll cuddle with you, kiss your head, hold you, everything. he’s like a damn furnace and his body heat honestly helps with the chill that comes with a fever.

- “just come here, babydoll. it’s just a little cold or whatever.. could care less about myself.”

- he makes sure you nap often. sleep is honestly some of the best medicine a human being could have, so he lets you fall asleep in his arms a lot. it usually happens after you’ve eaten some soup or watched a movie with him after a really long day. hanma will always make sure you’re well rested and taking care of yourself. it doesn’t matter how far he may be or what the risks might be.

- has probably teased you a few times for being sick 😭. he’d poke fun at you by cleaning up your tissues and making a gross face whenever he sees the snots all over them. you know he’s joking but you can’t help but throw a damn pillow at his head.

- when he does go back to work, he makes sure to call you and check in as many times as he can. he reminds you to take your medicine and that he’ll be home as soon as possible to take care of you. it doesn’t matter how much you reassure him, he will blow up your damn phone to make sure you’re not dead or anything. it’s super cute though. he always knows what to say to make you feel much better.

- once you do get better, he’s very relieved. your fever broke and you were feeling much happier within the coming days. hanma gave you all the kisses and lovings he could possibly give out. it’s super cute.

- he’s such a sweetheart ugh 🥲.

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The Devil Within

Alright so finally writing for someone other than Kazutora! Bonten Mikey x Fem!Reader. Smutty Angst, no real warnings. Reader is Mikeys ex. Uses of the nickname princess. It's romantic, it's smutty, it's dark! Hope you enjoy!

it was late, far later than you ever would have normally been out and about. Stumbling a bit as you walked home, having had a long night out with some coworkers and having gotten subsequently more than a little tipsy. You steadily stumbled your way towards your apartment, occasional giggles slipping off your lips as your steps faltered and you simply had to laugh at yourself for how clumsy you were.

As the shadows engulfed the streets, a figure watched you from a distance. It was Manjiro, his intense gaze fixed solely on you. He observed the way you stumbled, your laughter filling the night air like a sweet melody. A flicker of concern danced in his otherwise emotionless eyes. He couldn't help but worry for your safety, even though he knew he had no right to be there.

He followed your unsteady steps, his heart pounding with each stumble. He saw the vulnerability in your drunken state, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to imagine a different reality - one where he could protect you, cherish you, and keep you safe from the dangers that surrounded him.

Swiftly and silently, he closed the distance between you. With a muted grace, he reached out, his hand steady as he gently caught you under the arm, preventing you from falling.

"Careful now," his voice, low and tinged with a mix of worry and possessiveness, caressed your ears as he stared into your eyes, his intense gaze piercing through the drunken haze. His touch was firm yet tender, safeguarding you from the darkness that threatened to consume your world.

You looked up surprised to have been steadied. But you hardly even got out the word 'thanks' before recognition dumped over you like ice water. It had been twelve years since you'd last seen Manjiro but you would recognize his familiar onyx eyes anywhere. "J-jiro?" You stuttered out the old nickname you had called him once upon a time, the only thing that your inebriated mind could come up with in the moment as you stared up at him. Blinking hard a few times, not entirely believing he was standing in front of you but he was and you were practically stunned stupid by his presence.

But Manjiro's gaze never wavered even as you uttered his old nickname. Memories flooded his mind, a mix of pain, love, and regret. He could see the surprise in your eyes, the recognition dawning upon you. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his expression before he regained his stoic composure.

"It's been a long time." he responded, his voice devoid of any warmth or emotion, though his eyes betrayed a hint of longing. As much as he wanted to wrap you in his arms and hold you close, he knew he had no right to. Not anymore.

His grip on your arm tightened slightly, a subtle display of his possessiveness. "You shouldn't be out this late, especially in this state." His tone was commanding, his words veiled with concern. Somehow, despite the darkness that consumed him, he still cared. "You need to go home. I'll escort you." It wasn't a request, but an order. In his mind, there was no other option. He had sworn to keep you safe, even if it meant protecting you from himself.

He looked different now, the white hair, the dark bags under his eyes, how thin he was. He was colder too and that struck you far more than his physical appearance. "I-I was on my way home." You managed to stutter and no sooner had you managed to words that his iron grip had moved from your arm to around your waist and he guided you swiftly towards home. "W-wait, how do you know where I live?" You asked, seeing as he was guiding the both of you in the exact direction of your apartment even though it had been twelve years since you had last seen him and he had certainly never seen where you lived before. Even drunk your mind could still realize that despite barely being able to walk on your own two feet.

Of course Manjiro didn't answer your question, his silence only deepening the mystery surrounding him. As his arm wrapped securely around your waist, guiding you towards your apartment, his touch sent shockwaves through your intoxicated senses. His grip was possessive, yet there was caution in his movements, as if he didn't want to break you. It was a delicate balance between his desire to protect you and the darkness that threatened to consume him.

His gaze remained fixed ahead, avoiding your questioning eyes. "I have my ways," he replied cryptically, his voice tinged with a cold edge. He refused to share the secrets of his criminal empire, the resources and connections that he had at his disposal. It was all part of the dark life he had descended into, a life that he wished to keep separate from you.

As you stumbled along, his presence next to you was both comforting and unnerving. Memories of a time long past flooded your mind, of the love and passion you once shared. But the person walking beside you now was no longer that carefree teenager, but a man trapped in the shadows, filled with sorrow and darkness.

Arriving at your apartment building, he gently guided you towards the entrance. His hands lingered for a moment longer than necessary, his touch electric against your skin. "Get some rest." he whispered, the words hanging heavily in the air. And with that, he turned, disappearing into the night like a specter, leaving you alone with more questions than answers.You didn't even have the time to speak or think to respond he was out of sight. "Stay safe....Jiro." you said quietly, it was always what you had said to him all those years ago when he'd drop you off after a date.

Your words struck with a bitter nostalgia that left your heart and mind reeling. A part of you could almost believe that you'd merely imagined the encounter given your intoxicated state but as you stepped inside your apartment and peeled your jacket off you could still smell the faint traces of his cologne clinging to the fabric like a ghost. The realization that he had been here, that he had shown up sent your heart stuttering out of control. Everyone knew, everyone from the old gang knew what had happened to Mikey. After everything that had happened almost twelve years ago he had gone entirely dark cutting off everyone and anyone. Eventually building up the empire that was the criminal syndicate Bonten. So why? Why here, why now, and why me out of anyone? The questions swirled in your mind so viciously you felt dizzy. You had to move to the toilet to throw up.

As you hung over the toilet, your mind spinning with thoughts and questions, the taste of bile on your tongue, the encounter with Manjiro weighed heavily on your thoughts. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, a haunting reminder of his presence, leaving you both unsettled and intrigued. The juxtaposition of his current dark and dangerous persona with the memories of his once warm and affectionate self left you with a mixture of conflicting emotions.

The uncertainty gnawed at your insides as you washed your face, trying to shake off the remnants of intoxication and confusion. Could it be possible that he still held some soft spot for you? Or was it merely a chance encounter, an unwelcome reminder of a past life? You couldn't deny that, deep down, a part of you still longed for him, for the version of him that once existed. But you were also aware of the dangers that lurked within the shadows he commanded.

The minutes turned into hours as you lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, awake and consumed by memories and unanswered questions. Sleep evaded you, your thoughts swirling in a chaotic vortex. The distinct image of Manjiro's intense gaze burned into your mind, his touch branded upon your skin.

Would you see him again? The idea both terrified and excited you. There was a dangerous allure to his presence, a magnetic pull that transcended reason and logic. And deep down, a part of you craved to unravel the mysteries of this changed man, to understand the darkness that now swirled within him.

But in the midst of your contemplation, exhaustion washed over you like a tidal wave. As your eyelids grew heavier, thoughts of Manjiro still clung desperately to your consciousness, weaving through the fabric of your dreams.

Over the next few days you found yourself hyper vigilant. Expecting to see him somewhere, or to find someone tailing you. Obviously if he knew where you lived there had to be someone watching you, right? Though you had no real way to know and if he did you saw no sign of them, and certainly no sign of him.

After a few days an idea struck, although very possibly a foolish one. You made your way back to the same bar you'd been drinking at with your coworkers but this time alone. You ordered drinks, making sure to order the non-alcoholic version although to anyone else it would look as though you were drinking. Eventually after a little while you left the bar with fake stumbled steps. Hoping that perhaps if you recreated the circumstances he would show up again. It was a foolish plan, for a number of reasons.

The first being not knowing what his reaction would be if he did show up presuming you to be drunk considering his previous authoritative tone when he'd said you shouldn't have been out so late in such a state. The other reason being once he realized you had pretended to be drunk to see him again you had no idea how he might react to what was essentially a trap. There was also the possibility he may not show up. Out of the three potential outcomes you were unsure which one was more worrying. But despite this the allure of seeing Manjiro again, even in the midst of uncertainty, drove you forward. With each stumbled step, your heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and fear. The night air chilled your skin, making you shiver as you wove silently through the dimly lit streets.

Your senses were heightened, your eyes darting from shadow to shadow, searching for any sign of his presence. The sound of your own footsteps echoed loudly in your ears, the rhythm matching the pounding in your chest. The city was alive with vibrant energy, yet you couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation, as if you were the only one truly aware of the danger lurking just out of sight.

As you approached your apartment building, a mix of disappointment and relief washed over you. Manjiro was nowhere to be seen. Had he seen through your ploy? Or perhaps he simply hadn't noticed your presence at all? Doubt gnawed at the edges of your mind, but still, a flicker of determination remained.

You repeated this routine over the next few nights, each time hoping for a glimpse of him, a reconnection with the past. Each time, you went through the same charade of appearing intoxicated, stumbling aimlessly through the darkness. And each time, the result remained the same—Manjiro's absence.

But on one fateful night, as you neared the threshold of your apartment, something unexpected happened. A figure emerged from the shadows, larger than life in stature. It was him. Manjiro. The dark bags under his eyes were more pronounced, his gaze steely and emotionless. His presence sent a shiver down your spine.

He approached with purposeful steps, his footsteps echoing with a sense of authority. "Playing games, are we?" His voice, filled with a mix of annoyance and intrigue, reached your ears, sending a surge of conflicting emotions through your veins.

The air between you crackled with tension, an unspoken understanding hanging heavily in the night. You had caught his attention, but what exactly did that mean? What were the implications of your actions, and what would be the consequences of this dangerous game you had played?

You felt your mouth go entirely dry as you heard his voice. But this was what you had wanted. You'd wanted to coax him out, regardless of the consequences. You straightened yourself up a bit, dropping the drunken act that he'd clearly seen through a small nervous smile curled across your lips. "I've always liked games. You know that better than anyone Jiro." It was a different kind of game the two of you were playing now though. Instead of something cute like asking him to pick a number to choose where you would go eat or something sweet and silly this game seemed much more risky. "So...you coming inside?" You asked gesturing to your apartment building. If he had seen through the game of playing drunk and shown up anyways that had to mean something. Whether that was something good or bad though remained to be seen.

Inviting him in was a dangerous gamble. While you'd known Mikey once that was a long time ago when he'd been a much sweeter, gentler boy, kind and loyal to his friends and to Toman. But there was no way to be sure how much of the Mikey you had once known remained in the man that stood before you now.

Manjiro's gaze sharpened as he observed your change in demeanor, his keen eyes dissecting every nuance of your expression. He remained silent for a moment, his emotions impossible to decipher as he contemplated your invitation.

There was a palpable tension in the air, the weight of your shared history and the uncertainty of the present intertwining. Finally, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of Manjiro's lips, a glimpse of the past pulling through the darkness that shrouded him. "Games, huh?" he murmured, his voice laced with both intrigue and caution. "Alright, let's play."

With those words, he strode forward, a predator closing in on its prey. His hand gently took hold of yours, his touch sending a jolt through your entire being. It was possessive, yet tinged with a hint of longing. Without another word, he led you towards the entrance of your apartment building.

As the door swung open, a rush of anticipation coursed through your veins. The two of you stepped inside, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken desires and unresolved tension. The journey upward in the elevator seemed to stretch on indefinitely, silence enveloping you both.

Finally, as you reached your floor, the door opened, and your apartment lay before you like a threshold into the unknown. Manjiro's grip on your hand tightened, his gaze burning with intensity. "Lead the way," he rasped, his voice thick with anticipation.

Inside the apartment, the atmosphere shifted, filled with both an electric tension and a sense of familiarity. The room suffused with the memories of a shared past. Little trinkets here and there that he had gotten for you, even a few you had gotten for him that Draken had returned when Manjiro had broken up with you after Emma's funeral and refused to see you again. Uncertainty lingered, but there was also a glimmer of hope, a faint spark that whispered of the possibility of connection, of finding a sliver of the boy who had once been your everything.

As you faced each other in the intimate space, the lines between friend, lover, and stranger blurred. The past melded with the present, forging a path forward filled with both danger and the promise of something more. You found that now that you were here you were nervous. You had never actually planned what to say during all the planning to try and find him again. "I missed you." The first words to fall off your lips and they weren't a lie. At least you missed the version of him you had once known. But again you did not know exactly how much of your Mikey was even still present anymore. The boy you had fallen in love with seemed such a far cry from the man that stood before you now. So much so that it made your heart ache viciously.

Manjiro's gaze softened, his onyx eyes capturing yours in a potent embrace. There was a flicker of emotion that danced across his features, an echo of the past that hinted at the depths he still held within. It was a fragile moment, suspended in time, where vulnerability and longing intertwined.

A heavy silence settled in the room as Manjiro reached up, his fingertips grazing gently against your cheek. His touch sent shivers cascading down your spine, reminding you of the tenderness that had once existed between you. For a fleeting moment, the hardened exterior that he wore so fiercely seemed to crack, revealing a trace of the boy who had once loved you so fiercely.

"I missed you too," he admitted, his voice carrying a rawness that belied his stoic exterior. It was a confession laced with regret and yearning, an admission of the impact you had left upon his life. Yet behind the whispered words lay a shadow of melancholy, the weight of the darkness that surrounded him daily.

As the seconds ticked by, a war waged within Manjiro's eyes—a battle between the love he once knew and the hardened, dangerous man he had become. And in the midst of that struggle, a decision was made. He closed the distance between you, his lips hovering near yours, as if seeking permission, seeking solace in a moment of shared vulnerability.

His breath mingled with yours, a fragile connection forged as he cupped your face, his touch gentle yet tinged with desperation. Time seemed to stand still as the world narrowed down to the two of you, the boundaries of past and present dissolving into nothingness. The unspoken promise of passion and recklessness hung unspoken in the air.

In that fragile moment, the weight of both your desires and fears converged, ready to breach the boundaries that had separated you for far too long. And it was up to you to decide: To embrace the intoxicating possibility of rekindling what was lost, or to retreat in the face of the darkness that surrounded Manjiro's existence.

Your lips were all too quick to press against his. There was zero hesitation in this action and

the moment your lips met, a surge of emotions coursed through your veins, intertwining with the flickers of vulnerability that resided in Manjiro. His kiss held a mixture of both hunger and tenderness—a collision of passion and pain. As your fingertips threaded through his hair, he responded with an intensity that mirrored your own, his hands roaming your body with a possessiveness that sent shivers cascading down your spine.

The taste of him was bittersweet, a reminder of the love you had once shared, intertwined with the darkness that now consumed him. His lips moved against yours with a familiarity born of shared history, each kiss a silent plea for understanding and connection. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the vortex of desire and longing.

Unable to contain the mounting passion any longer, Manjiro deepened the kiss, a growl rumbling low in his throat as he pressed you against the nearest surface, his body flush against yours. The heat between you was palpable, a desperate attempt to bridge the vast chasm that had kept you apart for so long.

Clothing became an obstacle, hastily discarded in the pursuit of a desperate, raw connection. Every touch, every caress, was both a rekindling of the past and an exploration of the unknown. The world outside ceased to exist as you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of Manjiro's touch, allowing yourself to be consumed by the flames of desire and the tempest that raged within the depths of his gaze.

In that stolen moment, the physical union acted as a conduit—a fleeting bridge that allowed you to glimpse a shattered, vulnerable side of him that he had long kept hidden. But in the midst of the carnal chaos, a sense of urgency hung heavy in the air, as if time itself was slipping through your fingers.

Together, you shared an illicit connection born of equal parts longing and danger—a love story entangled in darkness and desire. And as the world outside ceased to exist, you knew that this moment would forever alter the course of your intertwined destinies.

Quickly, while somehow also feeling agonizingly slow, the layers of fabric that stood between the two of you were stripped away. Leaving you both laid out entirely bare on the couch, his body pressed against yours. Manjiro's lips parted from yours, and the weight of his gaze bore down upon you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and something far more complex. It was a moment, frozen in time, where your vulnerability hung in the air like a delicate thread.

"I love you." The words came out of your mouth in a breathless gasp and he finally pulled his lips away from yours. You could feel his erection pressing against your inner thigh and that sensation coupled with all the others his mere presence elicited had your pussy dripping with slick arousal.

A ripple of emotion coursed through his features as he took in both the words you had spoken and the sight of you, your exposed body laid bare beneath his hungry gaze. The sparkle of obsession flickered within his eyes, a testament to the depths of his devotion and the intoxication he found in your surrender.

His hands traced a path of fire across your skin, a jolt of electricity igniting every nerve ending. The warmth and firmness of his touch pulled forth gasps and moans, each sensation branding itself into your memory. As his fingers caressed your thighs, he met your eyes with a hunger that mirrored your own, his voice heavy with restrained longing.

"I love you too," he whispered, his words reverberating through the room, a fragile confession that resonated with the depths of his being. In that moment, the room seemed to pulse with a molten passion that threatened to consume you both.

With a renewed sense of urgency, Manjiro positioned himself between your legs, the intensity in his gaze never wavering. His movements were guided by a potent mix of desire and possessiveness, each touch and stroke driving both of you to heights of ecstasy.

As his cock pressed against your moist heat, a surge of pleasure coursed through your body. The world seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only the primal connection between your bodies. With a single thrust, he claimed you fully, a seamless union that echoed with the ardor and hunger that flowed between you. A moan left your lips that you were quick to smother into his neck, pressing kisses and bites into his skin to try and mute your pleasured cries. The familiar stretch to accommodate for his size had you practically dizzy both from the pleasure and the familiarity of it.

Your bodies moved as though in synchrony, a dance of passion and urgency that defied the boundaries of time and space. The room filled with the symphony of moans and sighs, mingling with the creaking of the couch beneath your fervent movements.

Lost in the abyss of pleasure, your fingers dug into Manjiro's back, leaving a trail of red scratches, marking him as yours in that frenzied moment of ecstasy. As the waves of pleasure crashed over you both, the intensity of your connection reverberated through the air, a testament to the magnetic pull that had always existed between you.

In that stolen moment, tangled in a web of longing and need, the world ceased to matter. The past and future melded into a singular present, where desire and darkness converged in a dangerous dance. And amidst it all, within the chaos of pleasure, a thread of love remained steadfast, binding your souls together, if only for that moment in time.

Though you tried to muffle your whimpers and moans against his throat it didn't do much to mute the lewd cries of his name that escaped your lips. "J-jiro feels so good, you feel so good. Fuck, nngh f-fuck I missed you." You whimpered, clinging onto him tightly as he pounded into your cunt at a near reckless pace. Manjiro's breath hitched at the sound of his name slipping from your lips, mingling with the symphony of your pleasure-filled cries. The sensation of your nails leaving trails of fire across his back only fueled his own primal desire, each mark serving as a testament to the intensity of your connection. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a heady dance of passion and desperation.

Your body awash with dizzying pleasure. The feeling of having him inside of you, having him wrapped in your arms again made you feel high in a way you hadn't in far too long. His movements became fervent, his rhythm relentless as he delved deeper into the abyss of your desire. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, an auditory symphony of your shared ecstasy. With every thrust, the intensity between you soared, pushing you both closer to the precipice of oblivion.

"Fucking hell, princess." he growled, his voice filled with a tempestuous mix of pleasure and longing. It was almost as if his raw desire could not be contained, escaping through every word and gasp that tumbled from his lips. The euphoric haze that surrounded you both grew denser, threatening to consume everything in its wake. "Come on beautiful wanna feel you cum for me." He said with a low growl to his voice, practically demanding it.

As your bodies moved with unrestrained abandon, each collision awakening long-dormant desires, the tension reached its crescendo. The sensations became a torrential storm, building with an unyielding force that had both pleasure and pain intertwining in a tumultuous embrace.

And in that moment, when the world came crashing down around you, all that remained was the fiery connection between Manjiro and yourself. His cock throbbed out its orgasm pumping thick ropes of cum into your slick trembling heat. Your bodies convulsed together, a symphony of shared release that burst through the boundaries of time and space. The savage pleasure surged through your veins, numbing your senses and leaving you breathless in the aftermath.

As your bodies trembled, locked in the embrace of shared post orgasmic bliss, a heavy silence settled over the room. The air seemed to hum with a mix of satisfaction and longing, the remnants of your union lingering like an intoxicating aura. And as you lay there, tangled together in the aftermath of passion, you realized that no matter how much time had passed, the connection you shared with Manjiro would forever burn within you.

Your mind was hazy from the intensity of the pleasure that had been wrought upon your body. You held onto him tightly, burying your face into the crook of his neck and placing gentle kisses against his throat as you tried to catch your breath. "Don't leave me again Jiro, please, please. I don't wanna lose you again." You murmured into his skin, knowing it was far more than likely even if he spent the night he would disappear come morning. He was the leader of a criminal organization, something that posed both a constant danger and was a 24/7 commitment.

Manjiro's breath hitched as your words reverberated against his skin, each plea like a dagger in his already tormented heart. The weight of your love and vulnerability bore down upon him, reminding him of the dark path he had chosen, the burdens he carried, and the danger that surrounded him.

His fingers gently traced patterns along your spine, his touch a bittersweet anchor in a world that threatened to rip you apart. His voice, tinged with a softness that belied his hardened exterior, broke through the heavy silence. "I can't stay princess." he murmured, his tone heavy with resignation. "The path I've chosen is not one that allows for stability or safety."

His words were a painful admission, a reminder of the brutal reality that separated you. But beneath the surface, there was a flicker of longing, a desperate desire to hold onto the fragile moments of connection you shared, even if they came at the cost of his own well-being.

"I... I love you. More than anything," he whispered, his voice filled with a complex mixture of devotion and despair. "But I can't ask you to wait for me. I can't offer you the life you deserve."

He held you tighter, knowing that the pain of letting go would only intensify in the morning. With each passing moment, the weight of his responsibilities and the darkness that consumed him threatened to shatter the delicate bubble of intimacy you had created.

In that poignant moment, Manjiro realized the price he had paid for his choices—the constant yearning for a love he could never fully possess, the constant fear of losing the one thing that could bring him solace. He had already lost so much, too much. "My life, what I've become... It's not a life that allows for stability or happiness. The darkness I'm immersed in is unrelenting, and I don't want to drag you into it any further than I already have."

There was a heaviness in his words, a truth that echoed through the room and settled in the hollow of your chest. He untangled himself from your embrace, a mixture of longing and sorrow etched on his features as he gazed down at you.

"Please understand," he implored, his voice laced with pain. "I'm a danger to you, princess I'm a toxin that poisons everything I touch. It's better if you stay away, find someone who can give you the happiness you deserve."

Despite his words, a flicker of desperation burned within his gaze, a lingering need that refused to be extinguished. It was as if his soul yearned for the solace and love you offered, even if his rational mind knew he couldn't keep it. "Love is not enough to protect you from the demons that reside within me. I can't bear to see you suffer because of my darkness." he whispered, his voice barely above a lament.

As he gathered his clothes and prepared to leave, the weight of his decision hung heavily in the air. It was a bittersweet parting, with both of you acutely aware that regardless of the love that bloomed between you, the path he had chosen meant that your futures were destined to diverge.

With a last lingering glance, Manjiro pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch a mixture of tenderness and farewell. Then, like a shadow dissipating in the night, he vanished, leaving you to grapple with the haunting emptiness that his absence brought.

Though his love for you was undeniable, the path he had chosen ensured that the two of you could only exist as star-crossed souls, forever locked in a dance of desire and despair — bound, yet ultimately destined to be torn apart.

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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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liaarxse · 9 months

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tr boys when y/n has issues accepting that they actually do love her

Yesterday, today and tomorrow

Characters: Nahoya Kawata, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst in Kazutoras part

A/n: Literally pulled out the biggest smile when I saw this request. Also, yes, Nahoya again. I just love writing for him. idk why (cuz he a crackhead)

P.s: Remember, it was said multiple times that Toman doesn't hurt women, sunshines. Don't think they'd break your precious hearts. They'd be just a bit hard to deal with <3

—NAHOYA KAWATA

Okay, we've all seen that one best/worst boyfriend chart our friend Ken Wakui made.

Personally, I threw a fit when I saw who were the worst.

Then I thought about Nahoya. He seemed a bit like a fuck boy, you get what I mean? Yeah, no.

Then I thought about it again

I examined the post a bit more after I found it in English and read what Takemichi said. If Mikey and Kazutora would be the top worst because they're reckless, Nahoya would obviously be even tamer

So personally, I believe Nahoya is in the top three just because he has a carefree type of living way. Like, he isn't scared of fighting, killing, and all. I mean, he probably IS scared to kill but doesn't show it.

How's he a red flag again? I don't believe them.

But for one, he'd never cheat on you. He'll be loyal as hell. Maybe if he wasn't in a relationship in one of the time skips where it showed the top members he'd fuck around with chicks (straight hair grown up Nahoya gives me fuckboy energy), but since the change and he's now working with his brother In their ramen shop? Get that thing out of your head.

Because for him to get in a relationship, he must dearly love and respect you.

Keep in mind that he also has to trust you since, in one way, if you're not to be trusted and/or are somewhat dangerous, he's putting his brother in danger as well.

But that's besides the point.

He loves you.

It's painfully obvious

He protects you, he trusts you, he spoils you in his own ways

He loves you

Maybe it's past relationship trauma that causes you to think it's all a facade

Which brings us to today's scenario

You're in Nahoya's room since his brother is out all day and you didn't bother to fix yours

You were looking around his room while he was testing the new straightener you got him since his broke

Examining the objects around you, your eyes land on a frame right above his toman uniform. It was of you two

You wondered why he would frame such a picture on the wall over his gang uniform. You mostly didn't like it because you hated the way you came out in the picture

Getting off his bed, you walked over to the opposite wall and stared at the picture for a good minute

Nahoya noticed that from the reflection on the mirror in front of him, but his smile just grew a tad bit more and returned to straightening his hair

You pursed your lips together in thought and reached to grab it

"Oi!" He exclaimed with a giggle. "Hands off."

You flinched when he suddenly spoke and turned to him with a raised brow

"What? Why?"

"Because," He turned around to face you. "I know you'll throw the pic away."

You weren't going to lie. If you stared at it for a bit more, you would've made the paper rip itself. You hated how you came out!

"But I look horrible!"

"I know." He laughed, but it quickly died down to a chuckle when he saw you glaring at him. "I'm kidding, babe. You look hella cute!"

You quickly turned around to hide the blush that appeared on your face. Crossing your arms, you were still staring at the picture

Being too caught in the act, you didn't realize when Nahoya finally finished straightening his hair and came up to you. He loosely wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, mockingly copying your slightly frustrated face

You noticed that and rolled your eyes with a soft groan, which earned you some snickering from him. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before nuzzling his own to yours

"Why did you frame this?"

"Because it's special."

"How is it special?" Your voice grew confused. It's just a picture, nothing much

"Reminds me of the main reason I never give up."

Your blood went cold. What?

"What do you mean by that?"

"You're my main priority, babe. You, your safety, your smile." He chuckled at how cheesy he sounded. "That's why I framed us right over my gang uniform. Every time I have to change for a brawl or even just a meeting, I'm reminded of the smile that will greet me in the end and will always be there."

That didn't sound like Nahoya. For a moment, you even thought if that wasn't just some doppelganger

Until he smacked your ass

Yeah that's him

He loves you, and without realizing it, he just made all your problems fade away

Looking at the picture now, maybe, just maybe, it isn't as bad as you thought it was.

+ Your little twin girls found the picture in some box while playing and made fun of how you both looked. It was never to be seen again. It was under your mattress

— KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

So. Second worst boyfriend on the list.

Let's be honest, if your love language is quality time this won't work

Not that he won't want to spend time with you, but Juvenile? Sorry baby, they stole him from you

Kazutora loves you so much. He'd kill for you, and he'll die for you. No questions asked. He once even tried to break out from Juvenile because he couldn't take being far away from you anymore.

You visit him every day for as long as you can, bringing him gifts, telling stories, saying how much you miss him

But sometimes you wondered, does he love you?

"Baby!" A happy Kazutora exclaimed when you finally entered the meeting room and waited for you with a happy smile to sit down, on the opposite side of him, thick glass keeping you both separate.

"Hey, baby." You chuckled, adjusting in your seat.

It wasn't a lie how excited he was every day to see you. Sometimes, like today, he'd make you small diy gifts and show them off to you, explaining every minor detail from the inspiration, materials, hidden message, time taken, everything

And you kept them all on a special separate shelf in your room

"So that's my gift for you today! Do you like it?"

"I love it, 'Tora."

It was a small origami rose, which was actually very well made, considering he had to use his imagination

You both talk for a few moments before the chattering died down. You knew what that meant and quickly wiped the already falling tears

You hated this

You hated how close yet how far he was from you

You just wanted to break the damn glass and embrace him, never letting go

And he damn well knows he wants it too

But he can't, and neither can you

He was recently taken in, 3 years ago

Which means he'll be out in 7 years

Which felt like a lifetime for both of you

His biggest fear was you'd find someone new and leave him

Which he wouldn't even be mad about, considering he just ruined both your lives

But you stay consistent, you visit every single day, and even if you don't manage to, you always send him gifts and make up for it when you see each other.

But people's patience runs out at some point, and that point is today

You never meant to say this

You never meant to question his love for you because you both knew it was there and growing every passing day

So why did you ask? Was it the loneliness you felt every time you stepped out of the room and he wasn't there by your side? Was it the thrust to just be able to hold his hand? Was it the pain you felt every night where, instead of saying goodnight to him, you turned to a frame with a photo of him and said it to it?

You didn't know. He didn't know

The only thing you remember after that was the sound of glass shattering, alarms going off, and Kazutora hugging onto you as if it was your last minute on Earth.

You just cling to him, never wanting to let go again

You felt the tears fall when he kissed you, feeling all his love attack you in that one moment before the guards arrived and took him away

Your little moment lasted around 10 seconds, probably even less, but it felt like eternity to both of you

Visits were banned for a week until they changed the glass into an even more thick and unbreakable one

You dashed to the building the second they opened visiting hours again

And to be fair, even if that cost him 4 more months in juvenile, it was worth it when you finally managed to continue with your lives after his sentence

+ Your younger son thought it was funny while your older daughter cried her eyes out. I think you have 3 kids instead of two.

— MANJIRO SANO

Ah, yes. Our favorite dark impulse.

Listen, Mikey has to have FULL trust in you to even think about dating you. We're talking about Draken type of trust, if possible even more.

If Mikey falls for you, he will hit like fucking bedrock

If you don't reciprocate his feelings, he'd be hurt, but if you do, you're stuck for life

Mikey loves hard, and it's been proven so many times

It's the same as Kazutora. He'd kill for you.

Don't make him prove it. Just don't. You know, he knows, and everybody knows Mikey will do anything for you

So why ever question it?

You loved Manjiro, and he loved you. It was way too obvious to the point Emma already planned your whole future together

You knew that, but you always had this 'what it' thought in the back of your head, messing with you and you hated it

It was a normal afternoon. You were out with Mikey, just roaming around the city, eating at restaurants where they don't have flags so you brought your home-made ones, and spending way too much money on things you don't need

It was fun and all, just spending time together until he got a message from Draken which quickly brought him to his senses

He didn't want to leave you, but he had, so with a quick kiss on the lips he was off

You waved him goodbye with a smile and called up Emma and the girl just magically teleported to you in 10 minutes

She just loves you too much

Probably fought with Mikey for your hand at some point

You were having a blast with her until you both finally settled down at a café and talked about, just, anything and everything

You decided to share your thought with Emma and she quickly jumped, reassuring you that Mikey loved you with all his hesrt

She started showing you messages he's sent her about how he felt, what to get you and all sorts of things

But our beautiful Emma had her own 'what if' thought and when Mikey got home she instantly jumped on him

It was like, 1am when you heard his bike's engine roaring from outside your window. You got up and were met with a smiling Mikey and no more sleep for tonight

"Wake up, sleepy head. We need to talk."

The moment you got down to him, you were already zooming through the streets of Tokyo, but not in a racer-fast manner, just enought so you aren't like slugs on the roads

"Emma told me that—"

"I'm sorry, Mikey... I didn't mean to—"

"Please let me finish."

He talked for like, a whole ass hour. About everything that includes you both.

He brought you to tears ngl

His words just hit so deep that the thought immediately disappeared

Maybe it was he words of affirmation he used, the quality time he spend riding all night with you to ease your worries, the gift he gave you when you watched the sunrise and the fact you woke up in your bed later on with a small letter from him and a chibi drawing of both of you at the corner that kept a smile on your face till the end of you days

And you damn well know you lived one long ass life with Manjiro

And I'm kinda surprised to be honest

Not because you could've died while he was in Toman or anything, but because your kid is 3 times worse than Mikey.

+ Your son found his old gang uniform and wore it to school. The next teacher-parent conference was one hell of a trip.

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milkyboiiiii · 9 months

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Mikey and his daughter not only look the same (blond hair/black eyes) but they also share the same braincell

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(Fluff!!, Mikey x reader, You and mikey have a baby and are married)

This was so cute 🥺💖

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Your daughter was an exact clone of Mikey! Her hair was golden blonde, and her eyes were as dark as obsidian, all traits from her father. It wasn't just about looks, your daughter has the same bratty personality as your husband.

As you opened the door to your shared home, you felt a pillow hit your face. "Oops, sorry sweetheart! I was trying to get the little one next to you!" Mikey giggled. Looking down you see your daughter -Mina- trying to hide behind you holding onto the pillow previously thrown at you. Picking her up in your arms you ask her "What's going on littles? Is daddy being a meanie again"

"Am not"

"Yes, you are daddy! You ate the last dorayaki!!" your daughter says with a slight pout.

"So? Your Mama got them for me! Besides, you threw a pillow at me and knocked it out of my mouth!"

You try and hold in your laughter as you watch your husband and daughter banter back and forth. "So you two had a pillow fight? Over a dorayaki?"

Both Mikey and Mina in perfect unison replied "Yes!".

You couldn't hold in your laugh anymore. "What's so funny?" Mikey looked at you with a puzzled, and slightly upset expression.

"She's so much like you Manjiro" Smiling softly as the words leave your lips, leaning in and gently kissing Mikey's cheek. "How about I buy you both some new dorayaki?"

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dyeher · 4 months

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“We should get married.”

The sun is too hot. You’re too sweaty and dehydrated and horny and miserable to even entertain Mikey’s lackluster proposal. It’s not even a question. It’s a statement.

He looks serious too, and hot and sweaty and delicious. You want to lick the stray beads of sweat that have collected at the base of his throat.

But you can’t because it’d be unprofessional. So, you ignore him. Adjusting the lens on your camera to snap a few more pictures of him in the natural light.

There’s a giant hibiscus tucked behind his right ear and his head is tilted up to face the sky. He’s glowing. Between him and the orange hibiscus you’re not sure who the sun is loving more.

“Did you hear me?”

“Don’t move,” you instruct, ignoring him again. He’s turned to you for acknowledgment and the light catches in the strands of his hair. It frames him in a halo of light, and in this position the hibiscus pales in comparison to him. Him and his entirely too beautiful face. His upper body flexes lightly with the movement, exposing his tattoos for the camera and when he lifts a brow at you, your mouth goes dry.

“Don’t ignore me.”

“It’s too hot Mikey,” you complain. You’re still snapping away because Mikey is moving and every shift in the muscles of his arms as he turns toward you fully, the clenching of his abdominal muscles, you aim to capture them all.

“This was your idea,” he points out.

He’s right. It was your idea and you don’t regret it. Not when you get to see him like this (because there are very few people who can see him like this and you’re truly honored to be one of them).

He sits back, pressing his hands into the soft grass behind him and elongating his torso. His jacket falls open wider and more of the small tattoos scattered across his torso are revealed. You snap a few quick shots of him from the neck done.

“I know,” you smile as you sink onto the grass next to him to click through the last five pictures you’d snapped. They’re your favorite so far.

The first is a body shot that highlights the golden pendant that’s nestled in the hollow of his throat. There’s a small butterfly tattoo on his left collar bone and Roman numerals on his right. The tattoo above his Adam’s apple matches the wording in the pendant. ‘Monster’ printed in typewriter font.

The second is a torso shot. His skin is damp from a thin layer of sweat and the sun casts his normally pale skin in a golden glow. You’d managed to capture a bead of sweat as it trickled down between his abs.

The third makes you freeze.

“Delete that,” Mikey says from over your shoulder. The heat from his body seeps into your thin shirt as he plasters himself to your back.

He’s smiling in the picture. His head tilted downward as he looks at you through his lashes, a secretive smile playing on his lips. It’s breathtaking. You’d captured his entire top half. The flexing muscles in his arms, the bunching of the muscles in his shoulders.

“Nope!” you giggle, holding the camera out of his reach. Mikey glares playfully at you.

“The only way—” he lunges, eyes locked on your own, and snatches the camera from you, ignoring your indignant yelp“—you’re keeping this is if you say yes to marrying me.”

You squint, folding your arms in front of you. “You’re not serious.”

Mikey places the camera down carefully and turns his attention to you. “I am.”

He reaches for your hands and drags you into his lap, guiding them to his shoulders and settling his own on your waist. Your eyes narrow further as he pulls you closer to him. “I’m very serious.”

You’re a little taller than him like this and when he tilts his head up to look into your eyes the hibiscus falls free from behind his ear.

“I want to marry you,” he continues. “And then you can take as many pictures of me as you want.”

You swallow, your heart suddenly thundering as Mikey continues to stare at you. “As many pictures as I want? Do you promise?”

Mikey chuckles. “I promise.”

You eye him skeptically.

He presses a soft kiss to your chin. “I’ll even let you post some of them.”

Your eyes widen. “Really?!”

He presses a kiss lower to your throat, his hair tickling your chin as he nods.

“You’re not trying to trick me into saying yes right?”

Mikey lifts his head to level a blank look at you. “Would I need to trick you?”

“Fair point,” you acquiesce.

He leaves a kiss on your right cheek and then the corner of your mouth and when his tongue comes out to lick along the seam of your lips you sigh.

He takes advantage of that and kisses you deeply. When he pulls away you blink dazedly at him.

“Ask me to marry you again after I’ve had a shower,” you blurt.

Mikey’s brows furrow. “What?”

“I’m too sticky and sweaty and hot to think straight and your cock is right—” you roll your hips, dragging your clothed sex along his erection “—there! I’m not thinking straight.”

Mikey chuckles. “How about after I’ve fucked you ?”

You pause. “In the shower?”

Mikey groans, head falling against your shoulder. “Sure, I’ll ask you again after I’ve fucked you in the shower.”

“And I’ll say yes.”

“You fucking better,” he says. “I’d hate it if you forced my hand.”

You pretend you don’t hear the threat in those words.

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otomestatus · 4 months

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know it's for the better; manjiro s. / reader

an: wanted to write an original work on this blog and this has been consuming my little thoughts!

Your eyes flutter open, welcoming the light from the afternoon sun. Your cheek was rested upon the flat surface of your desk as your arms encircled the circumference of your head. Blinking once, twice, your vision was met with a mop of soft blonde hair also laying on your desk. The owner of said hair had his face hidden in his arms, his body rising and falling gently with each shallow breath. The classroom around you was painted in a reddish glow as the sun began its descent in the horizon. Birds chirped, leaves rustled out the window, and you felt at peace. Slowly you rose in your seat, your finger gently reaching out to poke the top of his head.

“Hey, Mikey…” You speak barely above a whisper, your tone light and feathery. He shifted and hesitated to poke his head up to meet your gaze. He stares at you with this groggily look in his eyes.

“Whaaat…?” Mikey groans, his hands coming up to rub the sleep from his eyes. There is a dull ache in the hollow of your chest as a full view of his face enters your sight. He’s tired and no doubt going to complain about being hungry, but you’re losing yourself in your own thoughts. It’s the way his blonde hair frames his face and how his dark lashes flutter each time he blinks. You had always known the truth. Ever since you were kids you had always known and will always continue to know. It was an irrefutable fact that you were unequivocally, undeniably in love with Manjiro Sano. So as you sit here and admire the way the afternoon sunset blankets his face in its warm glow, you can feel your heart stutter. You hesitate with your next words, but you know the day must come to its end.

“We should head home…” It’s a murmur, but it’s loud enough for Mikey to hear. You don’t know when you’d become so shy.

Mikey hums, propping his elbows up on your desk and cradling his head in the palm of his hands. He looks unconvinced and a small part of you had been hoping it meant he wanted to spend a little longer with you. To sit in the comfort of each other’s presence and talk idly about anything and everything in between. You are holding your breath, waiting for him to speak.

“I don’t have anything to do until later so I’m fine.” He grins, wide and warm, and your cheeks dust a gentle pink color. There’s something in his smile, something so bright. Yet, something so distant like a far off memory from a moment lost to time. You want to cup your hands around his cheeks and hold him there. No rhyme or reason, you just want to bask in that smile for as long as possible. You adore it more than could be described with mere words. The ache prodding in your sternum is a testament to all the ways you have loved him so. All the way you will continue to love him. And, perhaps, that is the problem.

“You okay? You’re just staring.” There’s a slight tilt to his head as he stares at you, curiosity brimming in his dark eyes. You flinch.

“Oh… Yeah, just…” You hesitate before continuing, “You’re pretty.”

You don’t know what compelled you to say it. And maybe you’ll never know either. However, Mikey’s surprise quickly dissipates and invites a wide, toothy grin in its wake. You expected him to laugh or make fun of you for such a compliment, but his expression is anything but displeased. He chuckles, “Haven’t heard that one before.”

There’s something familiar in the way he says that. Your mouth opens slightly then shuts again. Your head turns slightly to look out the window. The sky is void of clouds and there’s a distant sound of children playing. It’s all so familiar, all so tender. His voice brings you back to him.

“You get it, don’t you?” He asks, his smile never wavering. You don’t understand or you do, but you don’t want to. It’s easier to pretend. However, he’s staring at you, eyes knowing yet their emotion is completely unreadable. A child screams and laughs in the neighborhood across the street. A breeze dances through the open classroom window. You understand.

“I saw it on Takemichi’s face.” You shift, sitting straight up, your own expression blank. Across from you he leans back in his own chair. His eyes appear gentle as if they’ve fully reached acceptance. You hadn’t, though.

Mikey laughs, “Yeah, that’s Takemitchy! Always showing exactly how he feels.”

He isn’t fazed when you don’t laugh, or frown, or even chastise him for finding humor in it. No, he knows you like the flowers know spring and the animals know winter. He knows you like how the stars know the moon. There is not an inch of your personhood Mikey does not know. You want to feel vindicated, but you don’t. That surprises you. The sun hasn’t moved an inch. The sky is still vibrant hues of orange and red and the cicadas play their tune.

“Manjiro…” You begin.

Mikey grins, “I always liked when you called me that.”

“Huh?”

“Manjiro. I always liked when you called me Manjiro.” He’s looking at you longingly and you’re looking at him with such a sadness that threatens to swallow you whole.

You exhale softly, “I’ve always liked you.”

“Liked?” He hums. You don’t tense. There’s no reason to.

“Loved.” You admit, “I do. Still.”

He seems to ponder this. Silence fills the air and this classroom feels almost suffocating. His head lulls back, his dark eyes staring up at the ceiling tiles. You rest your left hand on your desk and pinch your index and thumb together-- the nail of your index scratching lightly at the side of your thumb to nervously pick the skin. That ache in your chest is amplified by the wave of nostalgia crashing into you.

“I really wanted to hear that before I go.” Mikey’s tone is laced with despondency. There’s a lump in your throat and you can’t swallow it, you can’t get rid of it. Just like how you couldn’t get rid of the love you held for him all these years. Maybe even for the rest of your life. Your bottom lip quivers, but you force a sharp inhale to maintain your composure. The cicadas are quiet, the children are gone, and the leaves of the trees aren’t rustling in the wind. There is just an eerie quiet and your own grief blossoming along your ribcage.

“So you’re leaving?” It’s a question that you don’t want to know the answer to, but you ask it anyway. Mikey lifts his head up to meet your eyes. They are your favorite sight.

“Yeah, I’m leaving.” And it sounds so final, so permanent because it is. You gasp and your eyes prickle with tears you were desperate to hold at bay. That was a fool’s goal after all.

“Do you love me?” Again, a question, but this time it’s important you know. You need to know.

Mikey’s eyes fell to the desk in front of him, “How could I not?”

You’re stifling a sob and he’s staring at you with a tenderness you want to slap off his face. Deep down you knew it. The moment Takemichi came by your apartment after arriving back from the Philippines, the moment he locked eyes with you and sputtered out a desperate apology. Twelve years and you were bleeding out from all the love and grief you tried to keep inside. Twelve years of wondering where he was, what he was doing, and why he was destroying every piece of a past you longed to go back to.

“I don’t want this to be a dream…” You choked out between sobs, hiding your face in your hands so he cannot see the tears you shed for him, “Manjiro, I don’t understand…!”

There’s the sound of fabric shifting and the chair scraping against the floor before his hand connects with your head, fingers combing slightly in your hair. It makes you cry harder. It would be easier for him to rip your heart out, but he’s kind and he’s gentle. He’s your Manjiro.

“Know it’s for the better.” He leans down and whispers these words into your ear. Before you can even respond, your body jolts awake and alone in a twin sized bed you had grown to hate. The rain outside your window beats down against the glass. Your alarm clock reads 2:31 AM. In this tiny apartment you begrudgingly call you, you are inconsolable. You are a weak heart. So you turn and shove your face into your pillow, screaming into the soft plushness of it with all the pain you’ve bottled up in these twelve years. For the first time in all those years, however, you finally feel as if you can breathe.

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