#mikey drabbles

[zeltqz]

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃 — 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨

୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. wc: 2k. minors do not interact. mikey's friends helps you plan out a beach day and forces mikey to show up. mikey thinks he's being a pervert. but in actuality reader is doing it on purpose.

“I’m not wearing that.” Mikey deadpans at the coral print shorts Sanzu is holding up currently. It’s bad enough that Mikey is being forced to stop his work and come out to the fucking beach—now his stupid colleagues are trying to dress him up too. 

“It’s cute though!” Sanzu protests.

“You wear it then.” Mikey deadpans, then looks at the big hand that’s just been placed on his shoulder. 

Ran smacks the coral shorts from Sanzu’s hands and tosses it to the ground; earning a hard earned scowl from the pink haired male himself. “Put that childish shit away” Ran somehow magically pulls out a tiny speedo from what Manjiro thinks is thin air and hands it gently to Mikey, as if it’s some sacred artifact. “Here, bless the guests with this.”

“You’re both ridiculous. I’m staying in this, and that's that.” 

‘This’ consisted of a simple black tank top and matching long black shorts. It was a plain fit, compared to all his friends who’d decided to come shirtless, but Mikey didn’t mind. 

He liked plain. 

Besides, it’s not like he had anybody to impress. It was just him and his frien—

“You’re finally here! God, we thought you’d never come.”

There’s no way. There’s absolutely no way. Mikey looks up at Ran who refuses to make eye contact; instead, opting on waving you and your friends over.

The sound of footsteps gets louder and before you collide into Mikey, arms wrapping around his body as you hug him from behind. “It’s nice to see you outside finally.” You speak into the back of his shirt, oblivious to the blush creeping up on his face from the close proximity. 

“Yeah…” Everything stands still for Mikey, even his lungs—refusing to take another breath until you’re at least a couple miles away from him. 

Your best friend, Maki, moves past the two of you, straight into the boot of Koko’s car. She tugs the back of Rindou’s shirt, pulling him back towards her, close enough for a whisper. “Did you…bring the stuff?” She asks, looking at the booth, highly disappointed in the contents. 

It’s just a blue cooler, filled with ice and water and popsicles. Nothing amazing. Rindou smiles down at her, the look on his face has her grinning also as she watches him reach into his pocket, pulling out a packet of brownies. 

“Ooh!” Maki reaches out for it only for Rindou to pull back just as fast, lifting it over his head. 

“You’re insane if you think they’re getting in your hands.”

“Wha-why?! I asked for them!”

Mikey drowns out the rest of their conversation and tries his hardest not to focus on the sight of you, standing unnervingly close to him, the bare skin on your arms rubbing against his own, and he suddenly regrets wearing a tank top. 

“Are you excited?” You turn to face him with a smile on your face as you walk over to grab the big cooler from the boot of the car. The others have already started to make their way into the beach, leaving just you and Manjiro alone together. 

Mikey can’t help but think it’s a little weird that they’ve suddenly just “disappeared” into the distance. Sanzu most definitely would’ve waited for Mikey to walk in first, but he shoved that thought aside and subtly takes the cooler from your hands, seeing as you were struggling with it. 

“Thanks Mikey,” you grab onto his shoulder and squeeze it, gently, giving him your best smile. 

He ignores the way his heart stutters at the action and your smile. “Yeah, no problem.” It’s astonishing just how easily he lifts the cooler the long distance from the car to the empty beach spot. 

“Whys it so empty?” Sanzu complains at the lack of people, only a family in the distance, watching their kid cautiously as he picks shells from the ocean. 

“Probably because it’s Sunday.” Koko responds, taking out his sunglasses. “Now, nobody talk to me. I want to tan.”

“I wanna get a tan too.” Maki slips off her shirt revealing her bikini underneath. She flops down next to Koko and pushes him to get more room on the thin blanket Koko brought. 

“Okay, well, I gotta go.” Ran comments, giving you a look that Mikey cannot decipher. You nod your head and start looking through your purse, smiling when you bring out sunscreen. 

“Mikey, can you help me out this on?” You blink at him, holding the blue bottle out in front of him. Mikey is about to protest, telling you to ask someone else to help you but Ran is dragging the others away to some random part of the empty beach. Mikey turns to face Koko who simply shakes his head at him, lifting a hand to tell him no. 

“Well?” 

Mikey makes the mistake of looking into your eyes once more, seeing the pure desperation it holds as you wiggle the bottle in front of you.  “Okay, fine.”

“Thanks Mikey!” You contemplate giving him a kiss on the cheek, but realise that might be a little too far. You sit down on the sand, a hand darting out to wrap around Mikey’s wrist, pulling him down to the ground with you. 

You remain staring at him the entire time he opens the bottle and squirts some sunscreen on his hands, rubbing his palms together before lifting your arm up to gentle rub the lotion into your skin. 

It’s the second time today he’s made the mistake of staring at your face, how you don’t take your eyes off him the entire time. He looks down to see the sunscreen has completely dissolved, the white colour now disappearing and leaving your arm back to its original tone. 

You don’t hesitate lifting your other arm up for him to do the same. 

This isn’t that bad. Mikey thinks. He thought it would’ve been way worse. 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

You turn around, unbuttoning your t-shirt and toss it next to you, then turn around and back yourself way too close for comfort. The curve of your ass rubbing against his shorts as you peek over your shoulder and politely ask him to rub your back. 

Mikey swallows. 

Like actually gulps. 

He eyes the skin on your back, only a thin laced strap connecting the bikini top—only that flimsy material stopping himself from seeing your body. 

He doesn’t respond, instead gets to work, grabbing more sunscreen and rubbing it against his fingers. 

Your back arches from the coldness of the sunscreen, but the warmth from his hands plus the scorching sun warms your back up in no time. He makes quick work, rubbing the lotion across your bare back, slipping his fingers through the strap of your bikini top to get that area too. 

Once he reaches your shoulders, you tilt your head to the side slightly to give him easier access before letting out a soft sigh. “Your hands feel so good, Manjiro.”

“They do?”

“Yeah.”

Mikey doesn’t respond to that. He doesn’t know what to respond. So he stays silent. You initially frown and look over to your friend who shrugs, not knowing what to do either. 

It’s so hard to win Manjiro‘s heart. You’ve been trying for almost two years and he either ignores all your advances, or is too oblivious to them. 

“All done.” Mikey lifts his hands off your shoulders and you smile at him before looking around, thinking of Plan B. He watches you scramble over to the cooler a couple feet away from you, and tries to keep his eyes anywhere but your body. (Your bikini is currently sticking to your ass, leaving one cheek completely exposed). 

His eyes widen once he realises it, looking up at the sky instead, or maybe the ocean looks better? But from the corner of his eye, he can see you kneel as you scour through the cooler, grabbing a popsicle. 

Two popsicles, actually. 

You grab a strawberry one for you, an orange one for him. You crawl your way back to where he is, eagerly handing him the sweet treat. 

“Thanks…” He takes it from you but doesn’t open it. You, on the other hand, eagerly unwrap it and lay down on your back, exposing your body to the sun. 

It’s probably not ideal to eat laying down. But you don’t care. You’re getting desperate at this point. 

“Koko, how’s life going?” You ask, unwrapping the popsicle and taking slow licks from bottom to top. You can feel his eyes on yours—well, on your tongue, flattening it out as you take even slower licks, sucking on the top every time you reach it. 

Mikey completely drowns out the conversation between you, Maki and Kokonoi. Instead, he watches with intense focus as your lips wrap around the tip, pushing the popsicle further down your throat. 

No normal person eats a popsicle like this. 

Right?

No one tries to literally deep throat it. Mikey is confused, but he doesn’t question it, instead tried to not focus on his cock twitching through his shorts. 

Fuck, look somewhere else. It’s hard, but he finally rips his eyes away from you, instead, scanning the beach for signs of his friends. 

On the far end of the beach, Ran and his brother are teaching some kid how to build a sand castle whilst Sanzu kicks it, causing the kid to cry after a couple moments. 

Idiots. Mikey thinks, bringing his gaze back over to the people around him. Maki stands up and stretches, mumbling something before running over to stop Sanzu from breaking that kids heart. 

Koko sighs, following after her. 

Now it’s just you two. 

You turn and face him, popsicle still in your mouth, before you take it out, very slowly. Slow enough for Mikey to see the leftover juice stain your lips red. You lick at your lips, trying to remove it all before you notice the melted popsicle in Mikey’s hand. 

“You didn’t eat it! Now it’s melted.” You complain, pointing at the treat. 

Mikey simply lifts it up, and shrugs. “Oh.”

“You can have mine, if you want.” You hold yours out to him and Mikey looks at you, wondering if this is some sick joke. You’re looking at him, dead serious, as you hand it to him. 

He holds it up for a while, not breaking eye contact with you, and the popsicle starts to dribble red down his arm. “Oh, fuck.” Mikey hands you back the popsicle and is about to wipe the juice from his arm before you hold it out and stop him. 

He wonders what you’re doing, eyes blowing out of his skull when he sees your tongue dart out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top, stopping at his index finger, waiting a couple moments before releasing your mouth from the tip. 

Neither of you say anything, or do anything. 

It’s silent as Mikey takes a second to just process what the fuck. 

“Okay—fuck, come here.” He wipes his hands on his shorts, grabs your hips and pushes you onto his lap. You giggle into the kiss, hands cupping his face as you moan softly into his mouth when his hands slide down from your hips down to your ass. 

“Finally.” You mutter into his lips, breaking the brief makeout to sloppily kiss along the column of his throat. You can feel his Adam’s apple twitch as he swallows, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as his hands come up to your hair to grab at it. 

“How long were you acting oblivious?” You mumble against his skin, sliding your hands up and down his chest before slipping them under his shirt to feel him. 

“I wasn’t—fuck—acting—” He groans when you rub his cock through his shorts and bite at the skin on his neck at the same time. 

“Sure you were.” You giggle, making him swallow once more because your lips tickle and vibrate against his skin. 

You push him down onto the ground, successfully straddling him as you grind your hips down against his hard cock. You lean down once more, taking his lips in a heated kiss. 

It’s not until a loud car honks by the car park that you break the kiss, to look up. A bunch of cars have now pulled up, now the beach will be full. 

“Great.” You sigh, getting off his lap. “Maybe next time?” You brush the hair away from his face, leaning down once more to kiss at his lips before pulling away. 

“Yeah, next time.”

#—tr </3 #✧.* niya™ #✧.* zeltqz. #tokyorev x reader #mikey x reader #mikey smut #sano manjiro smut #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey fluff #tr smut #kantou mikey #kantou manji gang #tokyo revengers smut #mikey drabbles #mikey scenarios #tr x reader #manjiro x reader #tokrev smut #manjiro smut

[shoyoist]

ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 : sano manjiro.

content: gn!reader. manila timeskip mikey. dom reader. hurt/comfort + unprotected sex, handjobs, dacryphilia if you squint. it's really slow and soft. implied toxic relationship. mikey pushes you away and you push back.

— . ｡˚ ♡ "manjiro," you say. "i love you." (he says nothing in return).

"manjiro," you say it as you lace your fingers in his, pull him closer even as he turns away and takes a step further from you. "i love you. i promise. i really love you."

he doesn't say anything, opting to just remain silent, and you know it's because he still doesn't believe you.

he doesn't believe you, and you shouldn't be fine with it — but you are. you're fine with it, because even if he doesn't believe it, he knows its there. feels it in the way you squeeze his hand, and tug him back so you can look him in the eyes.

it's why he doesn't let go.

he's staring at the floor, black hair framing black eyes, looking like a manifestation of death in the darkness of your bedroom — and honestly, with all the blood you know is on his hands, it's a fitting look for him.

"i love you," you say again, and then he looks up, into your eyes, and tilts his head as he leans in. the tattoo spread across his neck is starkly contrasted agaisnt his pale, pale skin, and you lift a hand to caress it as you answer his unspoken request and slot your lips against his.

his lips are icy, so cold and slightly chapped against yours — but when you close the distance between your bodies, urge him to sit on the edge of your bed, he opens his mouth; and his breath is hot, tongue feeling like fire as it collides with your own, at the same time that his hands grip your waist, dragging you down on top of him.

falling back on your sheets, he exhales heavily, hands running over your sides as if he's not sure how to hold you. you bend down, kissing him on the lips once more before you move to his jaw, pressing your lips against soft skin, trailing down his neck and collarbones.

he shivers, silent as he revels in your doting.

assured that he wants this, you settle comfortably over him, sliding one hand under his black tank top and running your palm up his stomach and his chest — while the other slips under the waistband of his pants to find his cock, and when you wrap your fingers around his length, he twitches in response, and lets out a gasp — "fuck."

he's beautiful, you think. so beautiful.

and if it were your choice, you'd keep mikey with you forever, feed him all the sorts of love he's never tasted before, love him till he's been washed clean from everything wrong he's ever done — love him till he's whole again.

but he keeps trying to stop you. "don't say that," he breathes, as the hand you've been trailing over his chest comes to lay its palm across the side of his neck, thumb gently brushing at his jaw as you kiss him again. "don't say it."

turning his face away, he breaks the kiss, and stares off to the side — you see his dark eyes glisten, lining with tears that you know he wants to blink back, but is afraid they might spill out — and you tower over him, cradling his cheek in your palm as you sigh. "manjiro."

"dont." he hisses, and then the tears spill out, a thin, pearly line that strikes down his cheek and pools at the side of your fingers, where you're holding his face. he says dont, but you know he's begging you to say it again. so you do.

"manjiro," you say. "i love you."

he squeezes his eyes shut at the sound of the words off your tongue, and more tears fall when he does it — but then he tightens his grip around your waist, pushing himself up and grinding against you, despite the fact that you've already got his cock in your fist, lazily pumping it as you talk to him. "please."

he tugs at the shorts you've got on, elastic snapping against your skin — and you kick them off when he pulls them back for you, sitting up and unzipping his pants.

"let me make you feel good, mhm?" you coo, and he nods pliantly. you couldn't ever imagine him to have killed anyone — but the truth burns bright in his colourless eyes as he looks up at you, waiting, waiting.

you love him anyway. which is what you're trying to convince him of.

wiping his face, clearing his cheeks of tear streaks with your careful thumb, you pull his cock out with your other hand — it's flushed pink, pretty in your tender grip, beads of cum curling down his head, at the behest of your toying. he gasps when you flick his tip, spreading his cum across his cock, sticky and slick. "fuck, hurry up — please."

and you think, as he fucks up into your fist and you let him, that maybe he does believe you love him.

maybe he knows it, believes it and feels all that you pour for him — but keeps denying it in hopes of having you pour more, pour yourself out for him so he can drink up your adoration and devotion for him, fill himself up with it.

the way he lays beneath you and lets you please him, lets you bring him to his high before letting go and watching his cock twitch pleadingly — it's as if he wants you to push him, push him and make him fall apart, so you can see all his pieces and all that's remaining within a man that's thrown everyone that's cared for him in the past to heaven's gate—

because he cant bear to do it to you, too, so he just wants you to take all of him in, see him for who he really is, and still love him. to still stay. "shit," he moans breathily. "n-need to feel you, please."

it's why he keeps walking away, only to turn back and fall right into your arms — it's all half-hearted attempts to make you leave. he wants to cut you off and wait for you to force your way back, so he can keep holding onto you for good — but he doesnt have it in him, to properly push you away.

he wants to reject your love and have you give it to him anyway, but is too afraid that if he rejects it, he might not have it back.

"you wanna be inside me?" you ask, and he nods shakily, eyes fluttering as he watches the way you adjust your position, part your thighs further and grab his weeping cock so you can sink down on it.

it's easy to see, from the desperation that paints his expression as he bites his lip and watches, muscles tensing with anticipation as you fit his tip in you, and slowly, slowly take him in.

"is this good?" you ask, as you move your hips up and down, starting a slow bounce on his cock — and he just nods, but it's all you need to receive in return, because if he feels good, then that's fine.

leaning down, you move in to trail more kisses across his jaw and neck, meeting his lips every time you feel a moan building in his throat, fucking him slow and deep, the heavy rolls of your hips steadily increasing in pace as you feel him leak more and more precum into you.

his eyes turn glassy, along with the curl of his muscles, and you feel the rise and fall of his chest get quicker as you move faster — and finally, as he loses himself in the bliss of having you wrapped so tight around him, hot and wet and so good, he opens his mouth. "nngh, say it again, say it again."

"say what again, baby?" you ask, even though you know, and he knows you know — grabbing you by the back of your thighs, he pulls you down on him, sheathing his cock all the way in and letting out a gasp when you clench around him, the airy sound melding with your moan at how full it feels to sit on him.

his grip tightens, nails digging into your skin as he grits his teeth and swallows back a moan, and he looks up at you with strained eyes as you resume bouncing on his cock. "say it— fuck, 'm gonna, gonna cum."

straightening up, you reach back and palm at his balls, feeling in your hand how hot and full they are, ready and begging to be emptied — smiling softly, you grip his chin and hold your gazes locked together as you repeat, "say what, baby? tell me."

you would take everything he's got inside him, kiss every piece of him that he rips up and gives you, tell him you love him a thousand times over — if it meant he would finally give in, and bask in how much you felt for him. he whines, the sound sharp and almost indignant. "say that you love me, fuck. please, please."

"'n if i do, then what?" you hum, shoving down the urge to give in to your own pleasure, the coil in your core that's slowly tightening with how you keep moving. his stomach flexes, breath going shaky, and you know he's trying to keep his orgasm back till you say it, but you want to know it first. — "will you believe me, manjiro? if i say it, will you say it back, and stay with me?"

he shakes his head, and you're not sure if he's saying no or if he's trying to clear his head from the haze that you're engulfing him in, squeezing him so tight and thrusting just right so he's seeing stars — you grip his shoulders, lean down so your lips hover over his, and it lets you sink onto his cock so much deeper than before this way, as you tell him again, firmer. "tell me, manjiro. and i'll tell you."

"t-tell me," he gasps, eyes rolling back into his head, beautiful as he lifts himself up a little to pull you into the kiss you're dangling over him. "tell me you love me."

answer enough, you decide — and open your mouth with your lips still pressed to his. "manjiro," you exhale, snapping your hips up and down around his cock. "i love you, manjiro. so much."

"mm," he moans, body curving up into you as he finally lets go — cumming into you, hot, thick ropes painting your insides as he heaves for air, wraps his arms around you and pulls you off balance into him and kisses you, fucks into you till his dick stops spurting, till it hurts and he's tearing up again, but this time because it feels so good, too good, and he still doesnt feel like it's enough.

"hah—" you cry out, as the impact of his sloppy thrusts throws you into your own high. he keeps fucking you, eyes wet and glittering at the lash line as he groans, cock aching and balls light, holding onto you so you cant roll away. "mmh, manji-ro! love you, so much, fuck!"

he doesn't say it back.

he says nothing in return, but his arms tighten around you further, and his kisses get needier, even when he finally lets you get off him — and he falls back onto the bed, body slack and drained, delirious with the overflow of bliss.

"stay, mikey," you murmur, taking his hand and squeezing. "please. i love you." he twists his body, bringing you in for a hug, as his cum leaks out of you and makes a mess between your bodies — his lips aren't cold anymore. in fact, all of him feels hot, hot and feverish with pleasure and tire.

he says nothing, still. but he holds you, holds you tight, and your eyes feel heavier and heavier as you wait for him to answer — you should be getting up and cleaning yourself up, and so should he, but you're too tired, all of a sudden.

he's wide awake, breathing deep into your hair, in the dark, on your bed with you in his arms like a gun held to his chest — wondering whether he should shoot himself or not; wondering if it's got any bullets in it at all.

will you kill him, or will he pull the trigger and find himself pierced with nothing (nothing but love)?

"i love you," you say, even as you fall asleep — and he lays there, wide awake, eyes open as he stares at your wall, feeling you cuddle into him for warmth, wondering, wondering whether you really love him or not.

wondering whether he deserves it, if you do.

"told you not to say it," he mutters, placing a gentle hand on the back of your head, even as you pull him close and he feels your heart beating against his shoulder. "don't say you love me."

because people who love him have only ever died. sometimes, not because of him. and other times, at his own hands.

#♡ first love / late spring — mitski. #mikey x reader #mikey smut #sano manjiro smut #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey angst #tr smut #manila mikey smut #tokyo revengers smut #mikey drabbles #mikey scenarios #tr x reader #manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokrev x reader #mikey imagines #manjiro smut #tokrev smut #mikey headcanons #₊˚ପ⊹ REKHA™. #₊˚ପ⊹ NYCHTA.

[catfuyus]

kissing mikey dumb. kissing mikey stupid until his cheeks are flushed pink and his lips are swollen. kissing him until his face relaxes, eyes glazed over in drunken lust and heady intimacy that no matter how much you two kiss, he just never gets used to.

kissing him so sweet and so sloppy that he can’t help but blush every time he looks over at you. cant even make eye contact with you as he pictures kissing you over and over again. pushing his tongue inside your mouth. sucking your bottom lip. his pants tighten before he remembers to force himself to keep his mind off you, unless he wants everyone else to see how hard you make him.

#mikey thirst #manjiro thirst #manjiro sano #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #manjiro sano x reader #tokrev mikey #tokyo revengers thirst #mikey drabbles #I saw some fanart and immediately ran over to share my thots <3 #he’s just so pretty lemme kiss 😭💕

[2018-01-20]

Ooo imagine resting your head on Mikey’s chest and you start tracing his tattoo >.> and maybe give him a little kiss too

- tired

pairing. manila!mikey manjiro sano × gn!reader

warning. swearing + suggestive

sticky-note. read slowly for maximum enjoyment!

a smile of satisfaction breaks out onto your face when mikey shivers from underneath your touch, your fingers lightly trailing the surface of his skin with the intricate curves and twirls of his beautiful tattoo.

“i didn’t know you were ticklish around your neck,” you teased, slightly lowering your hand to ‘innocently’ trace his collarbones instead. pride secretly swells in your chest when your gaze falls upon the tense locking of his jaw. “if you told me sooner, i would’ve bothered you a lot more.”

“which is exactly why i didn’t tell you,” he quietly grumbles, and you dramatically gasp when he adds with a flick your forehead, “you menace.”

“me, a menace? in this relationship? you literally tried to tie the both of my shoelaces together the other day!”

mikey’s low chuckle makes blood rush to your face. “it was funny, let’s be honest.”

“no, it certainly was not.” before he can speak again, you lean forward to infuriatingly kiss his tattoo, and his mouth closes right back up in both annoyance and at the pleasure. victory. “has anyone told you?”

“tell...” he trails off, shooting you a hopeless glare when you don’t stop pressing soft, demanding, kisses against his sharp jawline. he slowly breathes out, “tell me what?”

in your mind, you are simply annoying him, but to manjiro sano—you’re way too good at distracting him.

“that you’re really cute when you’re ticklish.”

and he is so pretty when his ears are red.

mikey’s pretty already, in general, but gosh, are you happy to test your limits of teasing your boyfriend. back then (in the “good old days”), he was the one who teased you without mercy to no end—today is your fateful revenge.

or not. when he beckons you closer with just a bend of his fingers, you scoot closer immediately, obedient.

“c’mere.”

his hand trails to the back of your head, gently pulling you forward to sweetly meet your lips with his. warmth excitedly rushes throughout you, and you’re already smiling when he tilts his head to make it more comfortable for you. and, holy shit, he is such a good kisser— slowly but surely pushing forward into your space and bringing your figure closer to his.

mikey’s touch is gentle; as if cradling and taking care of a baby, and you can only hum in content when he soothingly places an unoccupied hand to your back. he steadies you as he generously kisses you, and—

“h-hey!” you whine when he suddenly pulls away, unashamed as your eyes instantly drop down to his soft lips, then back to his pretty dark eyes. he raises an eyebrow at your gaze. “don’t just stop there...”

“why not?” now, it’s his turn to be a little shit as he tilts his head innocently, propping himself up with a hand on your thigh and getting off of the couch you two were seated on. “i’m kind of tired now. imma head to bed, then, alright?”

hoping to tempt him and possibly change his answer, you adorably pout as he presses one last kiss to your forehead. he only pats your head in return, ignoring your look and walking back to your shared bedroom—as if it wasn’t only one in the afternoon and he wasn’t just kissing you.

the moment he is out of earshot, you turn and scream—or squeal—into a pillow, frustrated, because why does mikey have to be so goddamn annoying and attractive at the same time?

#mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #manjiro fluff #mikey fluff #tr fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers spoilers #mikey drabbles #manjiro drabbles #boo’s manila!mikey #୨୧ — 📖 : boo’s novelties ! #୨୧ — 📬 : boo’s penpal ! #secret ×o×o’s ...

[p-antomime]

kiki kiki kiki kikiiiii ive been on a thirsty mood for stepdad!mikey, i do believe he'd be so overprotective!!!1!1! and then he finds out about his pretty cutie girl having a small crush on someone who's just a friend (?) from the college . . . . 👀👀

I like the way you think nonnie, never stopped to think about stepdad!mikey but I'm glad you did and came to tell me about it

ohh, mikey being overprotective of his stepdaughter is an unquestionable fact, but he was going to recognize it first as an attempt to not have to see your heart broken and not as jealousy. until he heard you talking on the phone with your crush and saw you flinch at their words and move your feet in the air as if the voice on the other end of the line was the most melodious music you had ever heard.

something sank into his chest that day and he wasn't sure if he should be excited that you were so happy about whatever the topic of conversation was or if he should have an interrogation session with you for knowing everything about the person.

he was feeling like something was being torn out of his arms even though you were holding him tightly in those seconds.

how could it be possible for him as your stepdad to let someone else have your affection and adoration like that? it was beyond him.

for weeks mikey would try to make you give up the date without telling you in no uncertain terms that he didn't trust the person, but as soon as the day arrived and you were already getting ready, he knew that his efforts were in vain and that he needed to do something before he lost his girl to someone else.

so he kindly suggested that he drive you to the restaurant, after all, it would be more than appropriate to arrive safe and sound at your appointment with your stepdad's personal escort.

what's not really appropriate is the way mikey is pulling you against his body as his lips slide down your neck in kisses and nibbles that send electric waves through your body. also not appropriate is the way the bulge between his legs rubs against the middle of yours and makes you wonder what it would feel like to have him inside you.

it all started with just his hand placing itself on your knee with a light, almost comforting squeeze. then it all seemed to fall away like playing cards as soon as the car was parked and manjiro leaned toward you.

it was the first time he kissed you and also the first time you felt that typical warm sensation in the pit of your belly of anticipation mixed with growing desire. it felt wrong that he was so good with lips pressed against yours, but it tasted so nice, so additive that by the time you realized it mikey was halfway through getting you naked, pulling up your dress and finally getting a good view of your barely covered body.

"fuck, you're wearing these just for a date?" he asks as he sees you wearing almost a complete set of lingerie, "can't believe i almost let my sweet girl show herself like this for someone who's not me."

it was the last thing he whispered before he pulled down your bra and began kissing and sucking on your tits with a calmness that didn't match the desperation of your longings that translated into your hips pushing against his, grinding shamelessly against his boner, and your hands pulling his face against your breasts.

mikey initially wanted to have his time with you, he really did, but the way your pussy was soaking your panties and making your slick start to wet the fabric of his pants was making all self-control slip through his fingers.

it was a matter of seconds before it was just pulled aside and he held you hovering over his cock as he buried himself deep and forced you to stretch to take him all the way to the base.

his head falls back in pure bliss and you desperately cling to his body trying not to moan too loudly; all while your walls cling to his shaft possessively and he twitches inside you.

"so—oh, fuck!" you gasp just as he thrusts and makes the words disappear from your mind.

"so good?"

your stepdad says for you, his hands taking hold of your waist and making you start to bounce up and down on his lap.

his eyes were fixed on the way his dick disappears and reappears between your thighs while yours were half-open and unable to focus on anything properly.

"wrong," you murmur and soon after moan feeling him slam against your sweetest spot.

then mikey takes your face with one hand and forces you to look at him before whispering in response, "you wouldn't be saying that if you were feeling the way you're suckin' me in so well, sweet girl. your stepdad is just taking better care of you, don't you feel good?"

he could feel you leaking even more around his cock, that was the time mikey realized he already had you in the palm of his hand.

however, an answer from you didn't come. at least not in the way he expected.

your hips just moved on their own against his and your lips caught his in a hurried kiss.

you were practically fucking yourself on his dick now and he couldn't have been prouder, especially knowing that at the end of the night you would still be coming home from your date with his cum leaking out of your tight hole and soaking the bottom of your panties.

— tokyo revengers m.list!

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[iheartiizana]

12:18 AM — s. manjiro

mikey is curled up beside you, snuggling in your warmth. you card your fingers through his soft hair and admire how adorable he looks for a moment, then stand up to fetch him a blanket. his fingers tug on your shirt, however, and you glance back at him. “don’t leave…” he mumbles, his words slurred and quiet. you pause and stare at him for a moment. his half-lidded eyes stare back at you. you sigh softly and sit back down, pulling his head onto your lap. maybe your jacket will just have to do instead.

#tokrev 263 #tokyo revengers #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #x reader #gn reader #mikey angst #mikey fluff #mikey drabbles #drabbles

[kazutora-lover]

Title: Mediumsized Monstrosity

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano x gn!reader

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Genre: fluff and fluff

Summary: decorating your shared apartment and giving it a christmassy touch with the help of your boyfriend

Warnings: none really?

Notes: a sweet little drabble for christmas ~ hope y'all are taking good care of yourselves and I hope you'll be able to enjoy the holidays 🎄 Also, the title is a shameless pun :')

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One year went by and it's finally time to decorate and to let everything shine in its glory. It's what makes this season so lovely over and over again. Every single year, you get so excited to finally be able to make your home look so much more comfortable and festive.

Today you decided to drag your boyfriend into, what he calls, "a mess." He loves the sight of the flickering lights once he trudges through the door on a cold December day. He loves to watch you decorate the apartment and he loves how warm his heart feels at the look on your face. Always so excited.

What he doesn't love is that you want him to help you decorate this year. Mikey would much rather keep eating the cookies you made. What even is sharing?

And this is exactly what brings us to this very situation. You had Mikey on your leash and made him do exactly what you told him to do but he still somehow managed to do the complete opposite.

You were currently decorating the christmas tree and just as you thought Mikey would be able to handle it alone, as you were almost finished anyway, he still very much managed to prove you wrong.

It was only when you came back from the bathroom that you saw Mikey on the ladder in front of the tree. This man really thought it would be a good idea to put a cup on top of the green, spiky giant. Upside down. You couldn't help but sigh at the sight, "Mikey, I love you so much and you know that but .. are you an airhead?"

The man in question turned around slowly to look at you, though he still stood on the highest step of the ladder, "An airhead? Why, is this about my height again?"

It took you a second to fully comprehend what he meant and you couldn't help but let a giggle pass your lips. He looked so adorable too, the more so with that pout on his lips. It's making you melt on the inside, he is making you melt on the inside. And sometimes you found it hard to believe that this man is 27 already.

And yet, you had to burst that little bubble of his, "Bub, please put the ornament on top of the tree."

Mikey shot you a look of confusion, "The cup has christmas decorations on it, why can't it stay?"

"Because it's a cup?" Duh.

And then you made a mistake. You swore to yourself that you would avoid Mikey's gaze in situations like these because he always managed to turn the situation around, so that it was in his favor. And that's exactly what happened again.

The moment you had told him that he won but that he would be in charge of explaining that 'monstrosity' to your friends, he turned around again. The biggest smile on his face and you had the perfect view of it. At least he was having fun.

Later, as the two of you were munching on some pastries, he had confessed that he would help you every year from now on.

"Decorating was more fun than I expected it to be," and then he added a mischievous, "Also, I'm pretty sure our tree is prettier than Takemichi's."

You got a good laugh at his statement. "You probably only liked it because you ate 70% of the cookies. I don't know about Michi's tree though, because I'm pretty sure Hina would disown him if he did something stupid."

The two of you sat on your sofa comfortably, exchanging thoughts and little giggles until your faces hurt.

"Also, Sano Cat — you're gonna help me bake too, the next time."

"Oh come on," your boyfriend whined.

"You wanna eat it, you have to work for it, pretty boy."

Christmas with Mikey is a playful but also a wonderful time and you wouldn't want to miss it, ever.

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano fluff #manjiro sano drabbles #mikey drabbles #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokyo revengers fluff #kazutora-lover

[baskeigh-ball]

posting some mind swap doodles to prove im still alive, so have a few headcanons :D

- Leo in Mikey's body is pure chaos, he has no boundaries when it comes to modifications to "his" body in order to feel more comfortable in his own skin. For example, he gave himself his old markings to cover up Mikey's spots (only around the eyes tho, the arm and leg markings would take way more time.) He loves using Mikey's mystic powers/weapons at first, but eventually feels too weird about it and switches to his own weapons/gear to cope

- Mikey reins him in whenever he gets a little too confident in using his mystic powers though. Mikey is always hovering nearby to make sure Leo doesn't decide to go overboard, fully aware of Leo's lack of awareness when it comes to his physical limits, let alone when he's in someone else's body

- Raph is on the opposite side of the spectrum as far as modifications go, only willing to give Donnie his tech back and wear arm wraps to feel more like himself.

- The only tech he has to keep is the battle shell, especially after realizing just how fragile Donnie's body really is. He becomes refuses to take it off for days at a time, and when he does finally take it off, he's extremely paranoid and puts himself in the safest spot possible: his own room, bundled up in pillows and blankets.

- He also is woefully ignorant in how the battle shell is operated, so it goes haywire pretty often in the beginning. Donnie has to be nearby and ready to be damage control for a long time before Raph becomes confident enough to operate the battle shell's most basic functions.

#i have so many blurbs for this au #but i'm too lazy to draw it out #seriously considering posting the stuff i've written for the au to pick up the slack but that sounds pretty scary ngl #mind swap drabbles #rottmnt mind swap #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #technically rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #my art #rottmnt fanart

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes the word angel, college! student x needy! character, and adult themes so, mdni.

you just can't study when he's around !!

he's constantly hovering over you, either pointing at your book and asking you what certain words mean, or just burying his nose in your hair and telling you how nice you smell.

he's getting handsy too, just can't seem to sit straight for a minute. he's already started to leave wet kisses on your neck. uh-oh, you forgot to wear your bra today, don't worry, he's already holding your tits in place now, giving light squeezes occasionally to remind you he's here. you only get a few minutes of peace before he's whining again, "wanna feel more, angel, pleaseee." oh well, how can you deny him when he's asking so nicely. and honestly, this will help you too, he'll be sitting quietly once you just cockwarm him till you're done with this lesson.

but he's not sitting quietly, is he? he's gripping your waist as tightly as he can, ever so slightly moving his hips up. you told him he'd get a reward if he behaves like a good boy, so he's trying his best to not rut into you. but you make it so tough for him, squirming and clenching around like that, you're driving him crazy, y/n. he's biting your shoulder, whimpering as his cold drool slips under his your shirt.

oh, you might as well just give in, you know you'll never be able to concentrate on anything with him in the same room.

nagi seishiro, reo mikage, itoshi rin, eren jaeger, mikey sano, gojo satoru, suna rintaro, alexis ness, chifuyu matsuno + your favs <3

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

#bllk smut #nagi smut #bllk #blue lock smut #reo smut #rin smut #gojo smut #suna smut #eren smut #mikey smut #ness smut #chifuyu smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock #nagi x reader #reo x reader #gojo x reader #suna x reader #tokyo rev smut #nsfw. drabbles :p #starreo #nagi seishiro #mdni

[rizsu]

not delusional sano brothers & haitani brothers.

-> haikyuu & jujutsu kaisen version

shinichiro sano.

“shin,” a little girl calls for her brother. curious hands safely holding shinchiro's phone as she runs through the shop to find her brother. reaching her destination, emma stands on the tip of her toes, holding out his phone up to his face, “who's this girl?”

shoving his cigarette down into the ashtray, shinichiro lifts emma onto his hip. he squints at the phone's screen before looking back at his eight year old sister with a smile, “curious?”

“mhm!”

emma sways her head side to side waiting for an answer from him. shinichiro takes his phone from her, placing it into his pocket while he walks out from his shop and to the house.

“she's my girlfriend.”

“GIRLFRIEND!?”

emma slaps both hands on her mouth, wide eyes looking at her brother in genuine shock. embarrassment settles in shinichiro, he did not need his little sister to shout so loudly. was it really that shocking!? he sets her down the moment he stepped into their home, letting out an airy laugh as he smoothens emma's skirt, “yes, i'm not lying.”

emma's face merges into another shocked expression, her eyebrows raised and her lips curved into an ‘O’. nodding twice emma runs off into the house, whisper-yelling “mikey! mikey!” she's probably going to tell him the jaw-dropping news.

manjiro sano.

draken's suspicious. mikey's been awfully quiet and smiles to himself a lot. raising an eyebrow, draken takes another sip of his drink, is he going crazy? he judges mikey again. for the fifth time this day, mikey's giggled and smiled to himself like a little girl thinking about her celebrity crush.

“what the hell is going on with you?!” draken questions, he takes hold of a random fork from the table, pointing it at mikey demanding an answer.

“say, ‘ken,” mikey speaks, resting both elbows on and clasping his fingers together, he leans in closer before continuing, “what would you do if you got a girlfriend?”

draken, though holding a normal expression, is currently surprised. what does mikey mean? did mikey score a girl? is he truly going insane? questions that'll never find their answers. opening his mouth to answer, draken immediately closes it—he has to think about his answer precisely.

“i'd probably want to show her off? why the fuck are you asking me this!?”

“perfect answer because you see,” mikey stops himself, he leans over the table to whisper in draken's ear, “I GOT A GIRL!” he shouts and receives a slap on the head.

“first of all, never do that again.” draken rubs his ear, rolling his eyes as he shoos mikey away.

“secondly, are your impulses getting worse? need me to get you your comfort snack?” draken genuinely questions. he thinks mikey's gone insane.

“...don't talk to me.” slapping his palms on the table, mikey dramatically slings his bag on his shoulder walking out the shop with fake tears.

ran haitani.

rindou opens the door after three knocks. he looks at you up and down for five seconds before concluding that you got the wrong house. so what does he do? he closes the door but luckily, ran saw you and held the door open.

“don't lock my girl out, rin.”

“sorry, my bad—YOUR GIRL!?”

rindou stops from walking back to his room and spins around immediately. he points at ran before pointing at you, clearly he's confused. from what rindou remembers, ran's a loser that sweet talks but never manages to get past that, so what does he mean by “my girl”?!

you stand there awkwardly while the two brothers bicker. ran's offended and rindou's just rindou. looking at the two brothers, you decide to stop them and introduce yourself.

“hello, i'm y/n.”

“hi, i'm rindou. anyways, RAN.”

he shouts ran's name, demanding further explaination. and what does ran do? shuffle past rindou while pulling you your wrist. he pulls you in front of him before looking back at his younger brother with a lazy smile, “i'll tell you the details later.”

rindou rolls his eyes, walking into his room but before that, he responds to ran, “you better. good night you two.”

rindou haitani.

“you look like a creep.” sanzu walks up to rindou, resting his cold soda on rindou's head. his eyes move to what rindou's watching and looks back to him with a teasing smile.

“what do you mean by creep.” rindou says, slapping off sanzu's drink.

“well, if i saw a random thirty year old man dressed in dark tones looking at a girl i'd think you're a creep—without context of course.” sanzu defends himself, sitting beside rindou slinging an arm over the bench's backrest.

rindou raises his middle finger to sanzu's face, he's not going to listen to him anymore. unlocking his phone, he texts you.

rindou smiles at your texts which creeps sanzu out. seriously, he's getting goosebumps so he must talk about it.

“gang executive smiles at silly texts with his girlfriend, how unsettling.” sanzu feigns a tremble, looking at rindou in pure disgust as if he committed a crime.

“shut up, pill popper and how did you know..” squinting his eyes at sanzu, rindou questions. how did sanzu know? what was bonten's number two doing to find out such information? how bored was sanzu?

giving rindou a grin, sanzu gives him a vague answer, “i have my ways.”

#+ rizsu: tokyo revengers. #tokyo revengers x reader #shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro fluff #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #mikey fluff #ran haitani x reader #ran x reader #ran fluff #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x reader #rindou fluff #tokyo revengers drabbles #tokrev fluff

[3-dsimp]

Could you do a drider breeding fic? Creampie and eggs. Size kink is a musttt. Maybe a bnha character? Whatever character you choose is cool just none of the villans pls. Btw your fics just ajrjdkndjekdndosn💖

A/n: I ended up doing a general smut Drabble hope that’s okay and thx you! (>^ω^<)

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Cw: 🔞NSFW MDNI🔞Fem reader! + Drider Male! breeding, tummy bulge, praise, overstimulation, eggs, size kink, pussydrunk, rough sex, cum inflation, creampie.

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Imagine him grinning widely as he ruthlessly slams you up and down onto his engorged cock. His muscles flexing with each movement while he relishes in your wetness gushing around him.

"Oh you’re such a good girl, taking my dick like a world champ I’m so proud you sweetheart~"

The man praised, whilst sticking his tongue out like a dog. A pussydrunk look apparent on his haggard features. While You were fucked out of your mind, completely full to the brim from his previous thick goopy loads of his sperm. Which leaked past his dick that served to be a temporary plug to keep all his spend inside of your flooded womb.

"Damn I can’t get enough of this sweet pussy she’s so tight, so perfect Princess. I could fuck you all night long and still not get my fix."

A low heated chuckle escaped his lips as he felt up your rounded belly. Which was sloshing with his eggs and cum of which he meanly crammed into you. Despite your whines of discomfort, he couldn’t resist bullying every inch of his pulsating meat inside your quivering quim. The telltale of his balls twitching against your ass for the fourth time in a row. Made your cunt clench pathetically around his throbbing shaft.

"Shh baby it’s okay I know how you love getting stuffed full of my cock. Daddy’s gonna give you one more load so make sure not to spill any of it mkay?"

He purred nipping at your nape as his hips continues to pump into you, his massive dick filling you up completely as he uses you like a fleshlight for his own pleasure. Your bodies moved together in a primal dance, lost in the moment. The only sounds were your collective harsh breathing and the wet slaps of flesh against flesh.

"Fuck yes! That's it, Take it all. Take everything I have to give. Mmh you’re such a good girl. Shit this pussy is to die for~"

He moaned in a breathy hiss as he manhandled you into a mating press and began to move savagely, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you with a satisfying wet smack. Your walls clenched around him, milking his spurting penis for all he was worth.

#jjk smut #aot smut #bhna smut #one piece smut #jjba smut #tokyo rev smut #demon slayer smut #haikyuu smut #gojo smut #jean smut #sanji smut #josuke smut #kuroo smut #getou smut #uzui smut #sanemi smut #draken smut #leon smut #bokuto smut #fatgum smut #hawks smut #smut imagine #smut drabble #smut headcanons #smut scenarios #hinata smut #mikey smut

[2018-01-20]

LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.

sypnosis. he might not say it outright, but his actions really do show that he loves with his whole heart.

pairing. manila!mikey manjiro sano × gn!reader

warning. showering together & a bit suggestive, but completely sfw.

sticky-note. fluff/comfort + read slowly for maximum enjoyment! wc. 1k

you feel as if sweet, sugary love is being wrapped around you like a fluffy blanket whenever you shower with mikey.

his gorgeous, dark raven hair still looks flawless and amazing; even when they’re soaked to the scalp and some of the strands are sticking to the sides of his head. your hands tingle with the heavy urge to run your fingers through those very strands—a smile on your face as mikey’s eyes soften when his gaze falls onto you.

“is the water cold?” he speaks with a gentle tone, one that he reserves for you and only you, leaning over your side to grab a soap bar on a shelf behind of you. shamelessly, you give in and stare at his bicep when he reaches over your shoulder, face just starting to warm despite the already hot water of the shower as his perfectly sculpted chest comes into full view of your line of sight.

“yes,” you speak on natural instinct, without a doubt distracted by his muscles before realizing your words and embarrassingly rushing to shake your head. “no-no! i mean— no, t-the water’s fine.”

he pins an eyebrow up but doesn’t say a single word, biting back a small grin when his eyes don’t miss the way you’re obviously trying to look, but not look at his lean body at the same time. he puts a hand out to hold your elbow, starting to tenderly soap your arms as you take quick, fleeting glances at his pretty hands.

you might think that you’re being overly dramatic, but manjiro sano will take his thought of you being the most endearing person on earth to the goddamn grave.

it is very cute to him: the way you still admire him like a beautiful, well-made greek sculpture, as if you two haven’t already been dating for a long while now. the adoration in your eyes whenever your gaze meets his makes his chest burn with the urge to protect you from this cruel, terribly harsh world—and he can’t help but show his love with his warmth and caring actions.

like now: his touch is kind and light, completely opposing the way he dangerously fights as his hands trail to spread a generous amount of soap onto your arms. hot water soothingly hits your back as he presses a kiss onto your forehead, no words needed to be said to convey his love. you smile, heart feeling honored and giddy by his genuine actions, and your cheeks even begin to hurt as the butterflies in your stomach fervently flutter and fly around.

mikey softly whispers a, “turn around, babe,” and you shiver when his calloused hands trace your spine, eyes not focused on the imperfections, but just on purely admiring you overall. “you can rinse off your arms now, but don’t ‘accidentally’ get soap into your eyes.”

resisting the urge to spin around and smack his shoulder, you snort at the tone that you absolutely know he means to be making fun of you. but still, you nod while leaning into his feverishly comforting touch, feeling hazy from the shower’s steam as you let the water wet the bubbles away.

unexpectedly—but definitely not unwelcomed—his hands start to playfully trace shapes onto your back with more soap, quietly smiling to himself when you giggle at the funny feeling.

“bored?” you raise your arms to wipe the soap off with a teasing lilt to your voice. “i promise that i’ll help you with the soap too after you finish your turn first, ro-ro.”

you can practically hear him roll his eyes with a slight smile before his next words. “‘bored?’ me? ...sometimes, maybe.

“but never with you, sweetheart.”

oh.

oh god.

you didn’t think it was possible to love and hate your boyfriend at the same time for being so infuriatingly attractive.

and then now, it’s your turn to roll your eyes—heart slowly starting to run a whole marathon, forcing you to ignore the blood rushing to your face as you rapidly turn around and let the water splash the soap away.

gently cupping his (also annoyingly gorgeous) face into the palms of your hands, you slowly move to passionately and appreciatively kiss the both of his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his forehead, his jawline, and then finally, his beautiful, soft lips.

“w-well,” you flusteredly murmur with an averted gaze, water still drenching the both of your standing figures to the bone, “... i guess i’ll say me too.”

“you guess?” his jaw drops in feigned, dramatic offense, a hand moving to his chest for more effect. “i can’t believe i poured my whole heart out to you, and you ‘guess’ that you love me back.” and unfortunately for you, you’re suddenly laughing out loud as he teasingly pokes at you—not too harshly so you don’t trip, but enough that it pulls a response out of you.

but this time, mikey’s sporting a smile without hiding, a smile that you oh-so badly want to kiss even as you giggle to your heart’s content.

“f-fine,” you finally sputter out with a tiny grin. (one that mikey considers very cute as well.) “i don’t think i can ever be bored with you, too. happy, now?”

before you can even take the soap bar from his hands, you pout when he steps out of the shower without his own soap bathe, generously holding out his towel for you to burrow into. but then, you do so without complaint, your heart nearly growing two sizes bigger when he sweetly wraps his arms around you.

“i don’t think i can ever stop loving you,” he whispers honestly into your ear, breath tickling the shell of it. when he smiles into the top of your head as you slip your arms around his figure, you swear you’re the luckiest person on earth to have this side of mikey all to yourself.

“me too,” you whisper back. “i love, love, love you.”

#mikey x reader #mikey fluff #manjiro x reader #manjiro fluff #mikey drabbles #manjiro drabbles #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tr x reader #tr fluff #boo’s manila!mikey #୨୧ — 📖 : boo’s novelties !

[godsfaultycreations]

Animal Crossing Time

the sillies playing animal crossing

Taco Bell

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[catfuyus]

"Wanna have sex?"

"What?" You look up from your phone with wide eyes and a mouth open full of shock. You were just mindlessly scrolling through your phone a minute ago with Mikey laying on his stomach across your bed beside you. Everything was the same as it's always been, so what's going on?

He's looking up at you with his chin resting atop his crossed arms. How long had he been staring at you? You thought he was scrolling through his phone.

"What?" He pouts innocently. "You said you were getting sex deprived. It's been what, two years?"

"So?" You can't keep the defensiveness out of your tone, or the heat of embarrassment from warming your face.

"You told everyone at dinner tonight that you were going crazy," he laughs as he slowly sits up, "and even thinking about having one night stands on a dating app."

"So?" You repeat.

"Well, I think I'd be a lot less risky than meeting up with strangers." He crawls closer to where you're seated until your back is pressed against your propped up pillows. His arms cage you in on either side, trapping you against the headboard. "I think I'd do a better job at pleasing you too."

Your face is unbearably hot and Mikey's face is too unbearably close. You've stared into his eyes before, but not like this. Not so close up, where the contact feels intimate and you can see that his pupils have dilated. Where your eyes drift down from the black abyss of his eyes to land on the perfectly soft curve of his lips.

Those lips of his curl into a smirk before he pulls away with a wry, "think about it."

He suddenly bounces off the bed, phone in hand, to leave your bedroom. Only the roar of his motorcycle downstairs signals to you that he's leaving for the day.

What just happened?

ⓒ catfuyus | please do not plagiarize, repost, or redistribute in any way to any other platforms, including wattpad and tiktok.

#manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro x you #manjiro drabble #mikey x reader #tokrev mikey x reader #mikey sano x reader #mikey sano x you #yes this is self indulgent but it’s also a short drabble so let’s not judge

[joonipertree]

Pro-racer Mikey that needs to do photoshoots and commercials every once in a while because he's famous and has a pretty face

He's put into his tracksuit or into lavish clothes to pose for the masses and a lot of people realise that Mikey has a presence on the camera that's unshakeable

And so....they decide to have him model for a photoshoot with one of the biggest models of the industry. Which works!! It's fine

They're just pictures.

But then the model posts a selfie of Mikey and her. and she says nothing but puts a heart in the caption.

And the speculations run WILD

Comments upon comments of shipping them together, calling them a power couple.

And you sit there, stuck in a doom scroll as you see one tweet after the other. You stare at your boyfriend, black hair neatly kept and smile wide like it always was, and you see the pretty girl.

And within seconds, you feel stupid for feeling insecure because Mikey had literally spent all morning peppering you in kisses, it was IMPOSSIBLE to pry him off even though he had a shoot and Draken had to come haul his ass up and out the door.

The man had texted you complaining how the food was blegh and how he missed your face.

There's no reason to be jealous.

So you turned off your phone and when Mikey came home, exhausted but very happy to see you....you let him smother you in kisses.

And it's forgotten

Until an unofficial bonus picture was released, on the magazine's Instagram page.

Him and the model, her leaning down as he sits on a chair...his hand wrapped around her wrist while their faces are inches close to each other.

It took three seconds to switch your phone off, throw it away and break down sobbing with whatever rational thought you had leaving your head.

You didn't need to read the comments to know what they were saying. You didn't need to wait until your friend's message you to ask if you're okay, out of pity. You didn't need his friends to call you in defense of him. You didn't need him to realise what had happened.

It was all a PR stunt so why would he even need to apologize. It was just a picture. Two people who were attractive being in close proximity to each other, being ogled by millions...being perceived as perfect for each other. As 'pleasing to the eye'

Now, Mikey was filming a commercial when this happened. He'd been chatting with the co-star while the cameras rolled when he noticed Ken-chin whisper into his phone.

The man looked annoyed, ready to argue but going rigid before sighing.

With a whisper to the director, everything paused as Ken waved his phone and said it was for Mikey. That it was Emma.

There was immediate panic because there's no way it wouldn't be an emergency. And he was right, his eyes widened and body grew stiff in seconds hearing his sister berate him.

For being a bastard, for breaking your heart like that.

She demanded he fixed it and when he was about to ask what was going on.....Draken shoved another phone into Mikeys hand...the instagram page of the magazine opened.

Oh. Fuck no

"I'm leaving." Mikey yelled out, startling everyone in the room, his years of being a gang leader coming out.

"What do you mean---"

Draken blocked the director's view, hands behind his back as he went back into the position of the second in command.

"You heard him."

"He has a contract--"

"He doesn't give a fuck."

#a lil drabble cuz im stressed and #this fic has been brewing #ill write it out properly soon tho!!!! #mikey x reader #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev fluff #mikey headcanon #mikey imagines #mikey x you #tokyo rev x you #mikey fluff #mikey sano headcanons #mikey sano x reader #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro x reader #manjirou x reader