#manila mikey

[neurodivergentminor]

Why he always hot in every single timeliness

[baby-tini]

I just know kanto Mikey says the meanest shit in bed 😞

You're not too off, here are things that Multiple!Mikeys would say to you in bed~

Toman!Mikey- -"Mm mm, say it again... go on, you could say it once, so you can say it again."

-"It feels that good that it has you crying, huh baby?"

-"Inside where, baby? Inside what? You have too tell me where you want me too put my fingers, can you do that for me?"

-"That's it baby, ride it just like that... mhm, move your hips just like that."

-"Don't push me away, you can take it, you've done it before."

Manila!Mikey- -"Keep talking to me like that, and I'll really give you something too scream about."

-"Say thank you. Say, "thank you for discipling me Manjiro.""

-"What happened to that smartass attitude, huh? Where'd that go?"

-"You really gonna roll your eyes at me? Ok... get your ass over here."

-"Please do, please give me a reason too bruise that pretty little ass, go on."

Kanto!Mikey- -"What have I told you about that whining shit?"

-"Maybe I should just leave you here, and let you think about how disrespectful you've been."

-"Ask me nicely for what you want angel."

-"When you decide too behave, then you can speak."

-"No, none of that "mm mm" "mhm" shit. Speak."

Bonten!Mikey- -"Open, let me see... good, now swallow."

-"Now you're behaving? You only apologize when your face is pressed against my desk, huh?"

-"Answer me princess, I want you too tell me why I should let you cum right now."

-"You gonna put on a show for my executives sweetheart, yeah?"

-"You obviously don't wanna cum that bad if you can't say please angel."

Racer!Mikey- -"Look at my pretty baby, you're just so impatient, huh?"

-"Don't act all shy now, princess, say please."

-"You're so eager too taste yourself, huh baby?... Yeah? Now you know how I feel."

-"C'mere baby, come ride my tongue."

-"All you had too do was ask baby, you don't need too tug at my hand pretty girl."

[haroun31]

The only thing i can think about rn is hearing mikeys c50 motosycle as ( his partner his gf) while beeing at a place you are not supposed to be.

Do you know that i mean

Like you know he is comming i feel like miley in every timeline would be like this

Im stuck with this thought an nothing more helppp

Warnings: Scenarios | dark themes | blood | gun | death of a minor character | possessiveness behavior | Most of Mikey versions are a red flag fr fr |

DRIVING WITH MY DARLING

We all know that almost every version of Mikey has some sort of possessiveness issue when it comes to his partner. Whenever it because of his little hobby (leading a gang) which could put you in danger, or because he is a walking red flag.

But which one is the safest version?

[SPOILER FOR THE END OF THE MANGA AND BONTEN ARC]

♤Final Timeline Mikey♤

•Def the safest of the bunch thanks to the lack of his dark impulses and the Karma Shinichiro accidentally gave him with the first time leap ever.

•So hearing his beloved CB250T wouldn't make you tense, on the contrary. It would bring you comfort at the thought that your lover was close by. Maybe he was enjoying a drive around Shibuya after his last motorcycle race with his friends or maybe he was buying groceries.

•But you would be even more happy to hear its engine when you accidentally got yourself in trouble.

•Mikey told you to stay away from a specific part of Shibuya because some civilians were getting dragged in the middle of some gangs brawls. However it was a street you need to take to get to work. You promised him to take the longer one, until things calmed down. Yet that day you clocked out super late and wanted to get home as quickly as possible so you decided to take that dangerous path.

•You told yourself it would be a one time thing. You would be quick and if you saw more than five guys together you would book it. You should have known that life is never that easy though.

•Before you knew it a brawl broke out in the middle of the street, with fits and kicks thrown around. Then knives started showing, and then metal pipes and the situation quickly degenerated with you caught in the middle.

•And that's when you heard it. Mikey’s CB250T. And you heart skipped a beat from relief. You saw him skillfully arriving from the right, swerving so that he formed a semi-circle in front of you to block you from the fight. In less than a second you were on his bike and he was off like a rocket, the roar of his engine so loud that drowned the kids shouts.

•He wasn't angry that you didn't take his warning, just relieved that Draken saw you in this part of Shibuya and warned him so that he could remove you from that dangerous situation before it was too late.

•You still owe him a lot of kisses though. Do not make him so worried ever again.

♡Toman Mikey♡

•You should start to worry if you hear his CB250T and are somewhere he told you not to be. He still hasn't lost that many people but Shinichiro's death was enough to activate his protectiveness.

•Toman seemed to have gotten itself into some sort of dispute with another gang, Mikey didn't seem to be kin in giving you more details. Maybe he wanted to keep you out of the gang affairs to hopefully protect you. Yet that might have been your downfall.

•Who would have thought that your friend house was exactly in the territory of this rival gang. Certainly not you. But while you didn't know the dark part of the gang world, you can be sure that everyone knows you. Mikey’s partner? Who wouldn't know about your existence with the way he parade you around?

•So you were confused when you heard the familiar engine eating the asphalt and roaring in the middle of the road so loudly you can't mistake it with anything else.

•Mikey was angry. A bit with you but mostly at himself for not making sure you wouldn't end up here out of all the places. He totally forgot, or maybe wasn't even listening, that you had a friend here. It doesn't matter, he is getting you out of here immediately.

•He didn't give you time to argue nor to explain. His fingers laced around your wrist and you were suddenly on his bike as he drove off.

◇Manila Mikey◇

•If you heard his bike approaching chances are that you are in big trouble.

•You know he isn't exactly sane at the moment–hell, he killed every single friend of his old group! It's still a miracle that you were alive and not six feet under the ground. Sure, you were his partner, but the fear was still there. Especially after he changed so much in the years.

•He rarely used his bike anymore, just to go on solo rides somewhere at night but even then, he wasn't away for a long period of time. While he was away he told you to not go out, somewhere far away from him, somewhere dangerous. After all, he kept traveling around and you were forced to follow him. So you end up in unknown places most of the times.

•He was away once again but this time you also got out. You just couldn't stay in that damn apartment another minute, with the smell of death clinging the walls and the reminder or what Mikey truly become.

•You went into the small village not that far away from Manila. A nice little place, the locals all welcoming and kind. It was such a breath of fresh air. . .until your heard that damn engine. CB250T's engine.

•You could feel your heart drop dead in your stomach, skin crawling and the warmth leaving you fingers. Who knew that such sound could bring you so much dread and fear. He must be angry. He is angry. After all you disobeyed him, you were in a place he explicitly told you to not be.

•You are so death.

•The tires scraped against the old asphalt as he came to a spot, just behind you. His cold black eyes pinned on the back of your head, the sound of a gun clicking over the quiet rumble of the still on bike. It wasn't an invitation his, it was an order. You need to come by his side instantly.

•You took a second too much to finally move and he fired a shot into the sky, alarming the people around before pointing the gun at you. With shaky breath you walked over him and silently sat down on his bike, arms reluctantly wrapping around his figure.

•You knew whatever was waiting you back at the apartment won't be pretty. Especially not when his anger was so silent.

♧Bonten Mikey♧

•I wish you the best of luck, really. Like. . .you better start choosing the flowers for your grave (if you ever have one in the first place) if your ear manage to catch the sound of CB250T's engine.

•Especially since Mikey doesn't drive his bike anymore.

•With him creating the most dangerous criminal organization and becoming his leader, cold, calculating, harsh, he also dragged you inside this mess. And he won't let you get away.

•At this moment he was a shell of his former self, consumed by grief, dark impulses, possessiveness, lowkey obsession and the list go on and on. He genuinely lost it. To the point that he basically locked you in his penthouse with no way of communicating with the ourside world, let alone walking around.

•You dont remember the last time you were under the shade of a tree. Mikey prohibited you to go anywhere that he didn't decide.

•Maybe this is what brought you do something insane and that will definitely make you regret it. You managed to escape the bodyguarfs he gave you during a rare outdoing to go shopping.

•You immediately run to the park you first met him, to the spot yoj two used to lay on and watch the sunset before shit went down and he completely snapped. It was calm, it smelled like childhood and good memories. But it didn't last long.

•You heard it before you saw him. CB250T's engine. And in that moment you knew you were fucked. But fucked with a chainsaw dipped into fire. Because you haven’t seen Mikey ride his bike since the days of Toman. Because Mikey came to get you himself. And that. . .that only meant bad news.

•You heard him stop not far away from where you were seated, his empty eyes boring into your back, the unmistakable smell of blood reaching your nostrils. He killed someone, the bodyguards who were supposed to make sure nothing would have happened to you. And you knew that from the start. You knew that by escaping you would have condemned their life to be brutally cut off.

•His anger wasn't loud, it was quiet, calculated, imperceptible until it's too late. You know that any thin freedom you previously had will be cut off permanently. If it goes well you might be chained to the bed, if it goes wrong. . .you don't want to think about it.

•And all this mess just because you wanted to see the sunset.

•"Let's go"

•Your last sun set.

[meoryart]

「Happy Birthday Mikey ♡」

20/08

I finished this at 5am can you tell

[iadoremik3y]

TOKYO REVENGER CHARACTERS AS BOYFRIENDS

[you meet as kids! would it last? How would they act?]

CANON

[with manjiro and izana]

MANJIRO SANO

• when you are children Mikey wouldn’t really understand love, but he would understand that he likes you! So he keeps you around.

• over time as toman is created he would slowly drift apart, but not all together

• the breaking point is Emma’s death! Once Emma is gone so has he, he would cut contact with you!

• evil toman Mikey wouldn’t want anything to do with you, you’d never see him.

• manila mikey would go to see you just before heading out to manila, might be him just watching you, could be a conversation, but he wouldn’t kill you! You are the last part of family he has left, so you wouldn’t die!

• bonten mikey wouldn’t see you either, while I love reading bonten mikey fics, if we are talking CANON MIKEY then he’s to mentally unwell to even THINK about you.

• racer mikey would definitely last, you’d both probably get married.

IZANA KUROKAWA

• the two of you probably met at the orphanage! Which means you both were very close

• through juvie you lost contact, but as soon as he got out he sought you and kakucho out

• when in control of black dragons I think he was also still very close with you.

• it starts to fall down hill when tenjiku is created, sure he still keeps contact, but he’s also not in the right state of mind, you normally keep tabs on him through kakucho

• I believe evil toman izana is close with you, the guy has everything now, why not strive for more?

• npo izzy is also close with you, npo izzy is definitely a girls dad, so count on kids.

If you have any requests lmk

[mornwrites]

content — manila mikey, bottom!mikey, orgasm w/clothes on, gender-neutral reader, top!reader, porn without plot???, established relationship, brief mention of abusive situation with kisaki + izana.

author’s note — this was extremely self-indulgent and i started off with something in mind, then forgot halfway through. manjiro is real touch-starved and craves affection more than water because he’s real fucked up. it’s sloppy, but i’m too tired to care. i hope you guys enjoy.

requests — open.

manila mikey, who is so touched-starved from the abuse and manipulation he has to face at the hand of izana and kisaki, that he clings to you whenever you’re together. his hands are roaming your body, sliding under your shirt to feel your torso just because he needs to have skin-to-skin contact. it starts off innocent, nothing than a desperation formed because of his life the last decade, but quickly becomes more.

thin, calloused hands are worming their way up your bare skin without any regard for the fabric you wore, thumbs eventually finding your nipples. rubbing them softly with the pads of his thumbs, he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he’s settling into your lap once you’ve sat down on the bed. chapped lips are working their way across the flesh of your throat and it doesn’t take long for you to start making quiet sounds. he takes this as a sign to continue and does just that, hips beginning to slowly rock against yours.

it doesn’t take long for your own hands to find his skin and your hands are roaming with no real plan in mind, just enjoying the soft affections you both exchange. when mikey is pulling back for a second you use the opportunity to drag your own lips across his skin, tongue and teeth quick to join in. pretty hickeys bloom across his pale skin and he’s softly whimpering in your ear, his hands holding onto your sides tightly. nose brushing against his jawline, you’re trailing kisses along his jawline and then to his lips where they finally slot together.

mikey’s moving with more vigor now, clinging to whatever friction he can get as he parts his lips before you can prompt the action. your tongue is sliding against his and they tangle, spit exchanging as you let out your own soft sounds. slowly, you break the kiss and slide the black haired man off your lap, onto the mattress below. he lets out a soft whine of protest at the loss of friction and touch, but it’s dying in his throat halfway through as you climb atop him.

encouraging mikey to wrap his legs around your waist, you’re slowly dragging your body against his, giving him the friction he sought once again. your lips are finding his throat again before trailing downward, leaving marks on his pretty, defined collarbone. his whimpers that increase in volume fill the otherwise quiet bedroom, his pleasure building as he starts to lose himself beneath you. it’s nothing less than adorable to listen to and you don’t stop until you hear that soft cry indicating an orgasm was crashing onto the man. helping him ride out the pleasure, you still yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his lips followed by a praise.

clinging to you, manjiro never falters in his touch, fingertips pressed into your skin as he eventually murmurs a soft, “I love you.”

[sashimi020]

manila mikeyyyyy

this is lowk not my best work but ykw we ball

its inspired by that one nobara fanart if yk what im talking about

[intheafterall]

Happy Birthday Manjiro 💖💖💖 August 20 2024

[kunaiiikittennn]

can you maybe write something with manila mikey 😔😔? anything is fine queen i really like yoir writing 🫶

tysm𖹭 n i gotchu pooks! holy woah, i didn't intend to write this much but i hope you enjoy it babes ⋆. 𐙚 ̊

⤑ now playing: empty by chase atlantic

wc: (1.6k).ᐟ

syp/cw: f!reader x mikey (manjiro sano), filo!reader, falling out/reconnecting, brief mentions of violence, angst, yearning, these idiots just need to bang talk it out 𖹭

a/n: no beta obvs. i apologize if i got any info wrong, i don't know much about the Philippines, except what my boyfriend has told me, i tried to keep things vague. ᝰ.ᐟ

holder of my heart

the night sky is visible through the broken roof, pinpricks of light dancing millions of miles away— untouchable and beautiful. as far away as the person his soul calls for, or at least that's how it feels.

there's only one that mikey cares for, the only one still breathing. even after all the blood shed and the distance, none of it was enough to erase you.

you haunt his every thought, couldn't even escape in his dreams—where you visited night after night, always wearing that smile that made his knees weak. he'd run to you, arms lifting you easily off the ground and spinning in a wide circle. until the two of you were dizzy and breathless with giggles, clinging to each other like your lives depended on it.

"i missed you." you coo, voice soft and sweet, cupping his face between your hands.

mikey melts under your touch— so unbelievably touch-starved, nuzzling his face closer as he soaks up the affection you're freely giving. not because he's invincible mikey, with you he's just mikey, a clingy puppy-like guy who doesn't have to lead.

"i missed you more." he murmurs into your palm, there's a hint of authority in that statement— rebuking any rebuttal.

his ears are blessed when you laugh, whole face lighting up, so bright you may as well be another star in the sky.

and he swears he nearly dies and goes to heaven when you press your lips against his, tasting your strawberry lip gloss. mikey's hands tangle in your hand, deepening the kiss, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. growling when your lips part, granting him access to lick into your mouth like a man dying of thirst.

but all too soon the mirage flickers, your body becoming transparent as reality pulls him back. his fingers tighten in your hair, desperately trying to keep you with him.

the last thing he sees is your fading figure, and your pleading eyes—

sunlight beats against his eyelids, bothersome and insistent that he get up. mikey can still taste you, a cruel reminder of what he doesn't have.

you step off the plane; falling into line behind all the other stressed out travelers, yawning as you tow your carry-on towards baggage claim. this is the first time in years you've been back, life had kept you busy in Japan but nothing was tethering you there anymore.

that's how you wound up back in the Philippines.

stepping out of the airport you're hit with the smell of sea salt and food vendors, the familiar sounds of tagalog— it feels like home, a sense of peace, something you haven't felt in ages.

you wish that you could be spending it with— no, cut it out. he's gone. he made damn sure that you understood he was never coming back. doesn't mean that it didn't rip your heart to shreds, all the unanswered texts, ignored calls, for fucks sake you even wrote letters. none of them yielded a response.

mikey had simply vanished, giving you no clue as to if he was even alive anymore.

enough is enough. this was supposed to be a trip home, reconnecting with yourself.

even if this trip was the one you'd planned to spend with mikey—all those late night talks about showing him around, introducing him to your family.

once you arrived at the house you were greeted by enthusiastic welcomes, getting passed around as everyone wraps you in a tight hug— even little cousins swarm and cling to your legs, your heart swells, your cheeks hurt from how wide your smile is.

after a couple hours of unpacking and catching up, you decide to venture out, wanting to visit the places you used to love.

so it's no surprise when you wind up at the beach, the sea breeze wafting over you, the sun beating down hotly even with your thin layers. finding a shady spot you plop down, content to stare at the waves crashing in and the people playing or surfing in the crystal clear water.

for the first time in months you can finally breathe.

it's calm, until you catch sight of a wisp of black hair, some undeniable pull, call it fate—or destiny—that has you staring into the eyes of mikey, dumbfounded.

is that really him or is your imagination playing tricks on you.

he disappears as quickly as he came, leaving you rushing to your feet in pursuit.

chasing the ghost of the man you loved through the streets, twisting and turning down alleyways before hitting a dead end. after endless countless nights picturing and dreaming of this moment, of seeing him again, all the conversations you rehearsed, nothing would've prepared you for this.

a sharp blade pressed into your jugular, wild, crazed eyes searching yours.

"mikey..." you rasp out, swallowing against the bite of the knife.

he wouldn't hurt you— he wouldn't, but that doesn't stop him from pushing the blade in deeper, drawing a drop of blood. you wince, blood trickling down your throat.

"been a long time, love." mikey grits out, his fingers turning white from his grip on the handle— an almost imperceptible shake of his hand. "you came to say goodbye?"

"goodbye? what do you mean—"

"i want you to kill me." he cuts you off, demanding. you shake your head, backing away until you're up against the wall, tears wetting your lashes.

"no, i won't— don't make me do this. please, mikey." your voice cracks, panic settling into your bones when he sighs, flipping the knife, holding it out expectantly—waiting for you to take it.

you peer up, the air punched from your lungs at how empty his eyes are.

"do it!" he growls, eyes darkening like a violent storm, shaking the knife in your direction. "my life has no meaning, nothing worth living for."

the words echo in your head, stomach churning as you gently grab the handle, fingers coiling around the sturdy wood. taking a deep, unsteady breath you stick the blade under your chin, pricking the delicate skin.

for a brief moment everything is still.

the wind whistles, the fading embers of sunlight cascading over the pair of you, golden rays painting the streets in a warm glow. people walk past, carefree and chattering along the sandy coast.

mikey hasn't moved an inch, cold eyes meet yours.

"i'll die before i lose you again." tears fall hotly, chest heaving, you don't want to do this, but anything would be better than taking his life— even if it means ending your own.

that seems to snap something in mikey, he stalks forward, his strong frame caging you in, deftly plucking the knife from your weak grasp.

mikey leans down, his face mere millimeters from yours, breaths mingling together as you stare each other down. every unspoken thought and emotion swirls in the air— heavy and magnetic.

his hand comes up to cup your cheek, holding you tenderly before crashing his lips into yours in a desperate frenzy; his hands groping at your body, the cold edge of the blade scraping along your side.

"don't leave me." he whispers roughly between kisses, the raw need clear as his grip tightens to near bruising, as if you'll slip through his fingers.

mikey's touch is everywhere— his mouth devouring yours, hands roaming over every curve and valley. long fingers grip onto your ass, squeezing the flesh there. meanwhile his other hand—still holding the blade—is running up and down your side, sending shivers of fear and pleasure up your spine.

your hands snake up into the inky strands, yanking him down with a fierce greed, tugging harshly by the root. anger and lust cloud your mind, the only thing on your mind is getting as close as humanly possible— you'd crawl into his skin if you could.

he takes the opportunity to wedge his leg betwixt yours, pinning you in place, a cocky smirk on his pretty face. mikey looks like a fallen angel, all dark and sinful, with that dragon tattoo adorning his neck.

"say it. say you won't leave" mikey urges, needing to hear it, even if it's a lie.

"i won't. i swear, mikey." you reassure, kissing at the corner of his mouth. and you mean it, in spite of all his flaws, he's the only person you want. the only one you cannot live without.

the second the words leave your lips, mikey is hoisting you up, instinctively your legs wrap around his waist. perfectly snug in his embrace. it feels right. entangling yourself around him like a koala, but you can't miss the chance to call him out on his bullshit. so you lightly smack his arm, more for show than anything else.

and ever the dramatic guy he is, mikey feigns pain, face scrunching up as he clutches his "injured" arm. "ow! what was that for?"

"that was for leaving." you say as you swat him again, a cheeky grin on your face, "and that's for pulling a knife on me, bastard."

mikey has the audacity to laugh, squeezing you tighter, as if holding you is enough to erase the past— it isn't but right now you don't want to fight.

you just want to bask in his presence again, to get to know this new version of mikey, and for the first time in ages you might finally be able to introduce him to your family. to give him the thing he hasn't had in forever; a home.

as the sky darkens into evening the two of you stay right there, curled into each other's arms; refamiliarizing yourself with the taste of his lips, and how the rough pads of his fingertips feel grazing against your skin.

@kunaiiikittennn 𖹭 does this count as a cliffhanger? probs not

[mikey-milkies]

HELLLOOOOO everynyan :3 we are back with another depiction of mental illness!

[manjirosanosrealwife]

WHY IS KM!MIKEY SO PRETTY???? I SWEAR I JS NOTICED THIS NOW IS THAT HE'S PRETTIER THAN ALL THE OTHER VERSIONS OF MIKEY (except for Manila Mikey and the other one with the dragon tattoo) OR MAYBE IT'S JUST ME, I LOVE KANTO MIKEY SM

[baby-tini]

hi, I have a request!! what about Mikey(different versions) and his innocent girlfriend. that is, he has already fucked her several times, but she is so inexperienced that she can’t even jerk herself off, and the only one who satisfies her sexually is Mikey

Toman\OG Timeline- He loves taking care of you, so when he figures out that you can't cum on your own, after you come to him with a pout on your lips, tugging at his Toman jacket, pleading with him. He takes you too the bed, laying you on the bed as he hikes both of your legs over his shoulders, pulling your panties down as he leaves soft kisses on your thighs, before making out with your cunt. Digging the tip of his tongue into your clit as he makes you keep eye-contact with him. Laying his head on your thigh, looking up at you as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Manila- Oh he fucking loves this, he loves everything about this actually. It's a big fucking ego boost, that he uses against you. His pretty girl can't get off by herself? That's so cute, it's okay, he'll help you. You don't even have too do anything, just lay on the bed and spread your legs for him, he'll do it himself. He will mock you while he slips his fingers in your cunt, whispering the meanest things in your ear as he fucks you with just the tip of his cock. Chuckling as you whine for him too properly fuck you, but he just pulls away. Only too spread the lips of your cunt so he can spit on your slit, using the head of his cock too spread it all over your cunt. It's gonna be a very long night for you.

Kanto- He doesn't want you touching yourself anyway, you belong to him entirely, that's his pussy now, not yours. He's the only one allowed too get you off, no toys, not yourself and especially not another person. Sometimes he just likes too see how much he can get you too cum, he kinda becomes very competitive with himself, wanting too see if he can make you cum in a specific time amount or how many times he can make you cum in that time. He's got "a bit" of a sadistic streak and he thinks it's so cute that you've cum so much that you try and squirm away from him. But, he's a lot stronger then you so he has no problem holding you down and continuing too make you cum.

Bonten- He knows you can't, that's why he always has you sat on his lap, with his fingers playing with you clit as he does paperwork. He's pretty unbothered when you look at him with big eager eyes as he moves his chair back and gestures you over towards his lap. Sometimes if he is really busy, he'll let you just ride his thigh, or if you've pissed him off, he'll make you hump his boots. A hand fisting in your hair as he makes you look up at him. Dead empty eyes staring you down as your eyes well up with tears, little pleas leaving your pouty lips as he just stares at you, not moving or even helping. If you wanna get off so bad, you'll have too work for it.

Street Racer- The nicest one about it, he's pretty understanding that you need help getting off. He prioritizes your pleasure over his, wanting you too cum multiple times before he thinks about cumming himself. He likes having soft, slow sex with you. Sucking on your tits as he fucks you, one of his hands playing with your clit. In his opinion, overstimulation is much better then under-stimulation. He's likes too talk you through it, making sure everything he's doing feels good for, asking if you want him too fuck you faster or if you're satisfied. He likes too bury his face into your neck as he pants in your ear, leaving messy kisses on your temple, one of your legs bent and pushed to your chest as the other is hiked over his waist.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I want to hug Manila timeline Mikey and give him the most tender and loving sex ever. Need him in my embrace, sliding inside him nice and slow, making sure he's enjoying every second, and reassuring him he doesn't need a permission and is free to squirt on my cock whenever he pleases if that's what'll make him feel better. This poor boy needs a ton of comforting and hugs :(((

You and me both. 😔 Manila Mikey deserves all the love and care in the world, as well as some romantic sex. I bet he'd cry during soft sex like this too. It's a good outlet for him to let those walls down and bawl it out while you bring him to the gates of heaven with your cock.

[meoryart]

「MANJIROOO」

Live laugh love Manjirooooo

[chososlittlecrybaby]

MIKEY( MANJIRO SANO ) as your boyfriend.

pros and cons!¡

manila and sort of bonten mikey in a bunch! + black! Fem Reader.

WARNINGS!!: Choking, oral(male receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, public masturbation.

NOT PROOF READ

Mikey is not a pure soul. He’s a gang member and leader.

Mikey has had men killed by his and his lackeys hands.

Anyone who knows Mikey would think he’s not boyfriend material.

You thought that too actually. Boy did he prove you wrong.

You are by Mikey at non important times. When it comes to meetings and you want to go out and run errands or you’re just by yourself for the day, he hires a body guard just for his girl.

as Mikeys girl friend, you have a high status when it comes to the gang. They pay you respect as to being the only girl and their leaders girl.

Mikey loves to call you pretty girl, your nickname, pretty, baby.

the bad thing about dating Mikey is that you are always on the move from the cops. Mikey swore up and down to not get you dragged in whatever messes he had going on. The more you two went out the more you were seen in public. You were now on the same radar as Mikey.

Now what Mikey did not know is that you were high maintenance. Nails, Hair, Lashes, Clothes, waxes, gifts. One of the main reasons Kokonoi despises you. You were taking all the damn money.

Motorcycle rides are the best with you two. Conversations about life and what you guys want to do in the future.

Mikey has never been annoyed with you. He feels as if your presence is the most important thing in the world.

You do have a mouth on you though. All of the members of bonten know that. Your slick remarks when someone asks and obvious question when talking to your boyfriend. It makes Mikey laugh in his head. He has to keep his composure infront of his gang.

How does Mikey deal with your mouth when it comes to him and your smart statements? Oh he chokes you.

Back pressed against his chest, right hand on your neck applying pressure and left hand messing with your clit.

“m’ sorry Jiro..” You choked out, lack of air disrupting your words.

“ I told you about your mouth when you talk to me.” Mikey said, Stoic expression on his face. Applying more pressure to your neck, you gasp. Your airway being cut off slightly.

“Sad. So pretty with a bad mouth, maybe I should fuck it.” Mikey slid the hand that was under your new pink skirt up and wiped your slick across your tits. Nipples hardening from the touch.

“B-baby I won’t do it again!” You pleaded. You were never scared of Mikey, he never intimidated you. When you seen how he acted in bed, you couldn’t believe that was your same sweet, quiet, gang leader boyfriend :( .

Days where you were limping around the mansion, voice would be gone , hickeys on your neck and thigh, bit marks turning purple on your brown skin.

You roughed Mikey up a little too, just not in the way he has you at his knees begging to fucking cum.

You would get in trouble for small things with Mikey. Knowing you are on a radar you love playing around in broad daylight.

Mikey would have you deep throating him just because your skirt or dress was too short. Spank you because you had a bad mouth. Edged you just because you had stroked his dick in public. you know SMALL things !

SMALL DRABBLE DOWN BELOW!

“Stop moving.” Mikey said, one hand placed firmly onto your wrists. “M-Mikey!” You whined and dragged out his name. “You’re lucky I am a very well collected man.” He said, taking his free hand to yank your panties he had just bought you.

“You don’t get dick tonight, gonna slut this ‘lil pussy out and leave you wet and frustrated.”

[goldengirliez]

oml, please help me, I can't stop thinking about giving head to Manila Mikey.

Idea from this drabble! ☆

02:53 pm

We all know how Mikey is, deep inside that apathetic shell of his, his empty heart and dull eyes, he's aching uncontrollably to feel anything aside from that void that consumes his senseless.

He gets so overwhelmed that he often forgets to eat, shower, and take care of himself with basic actions.

But he has you. His beloved, his light in the darkness, his anchor during the storm that keeps him grounded.

Even on days when intrusive thoughts caress his skin alluringly, you're there to keep them away from your man, you're there and keep him alive.

Just like today.

It's a hot, clammy day: no matter how many windows you may want to open, the air won't just come in to cool down your dripping skin, the oppressive weather creeps through your lungs and violates them, taking away the oxygen you need way too soon.

You're hot, you are bored and you're tired of waiting for your boyfriend to get out of the shower so you can get it all for yourself.

Your bare feet tap softly against the floor, quickly moving towards the bathroom where you left your beloved around thirty minutes ago, ready to scold him for taking so long.

You put your hand on the golden, rusty doorknob and turn it silently. Pushing the wooden panel open with a small "creak" sound, the humidity of the post-shower air invades your senses, inserting in between the fabric of your soft garments and dampening your skin even so slightly.

Your eyes immediately fall on the figure in front of you, seated on the glossy, black stool next to the sink.

Mikey's head is dropped low, his wet liquorice hair is covering his pale, porcelain skin: his onyx eyes are slightly visible to you and they are surely lost in nothingness. He's sitting still, not moving a muscle as if he didn't even notice you enter before.

You're not going to scold that poor angel for a fucking shower: you're going to scold yourself for not taking it with him. He often gets lost in thoughts and that's not a good sign at all.

"'jiro, what's wrong?"

You carefully step closer to him, crouching down to his level and cradling his fluffy cheeks in your hands: slowly blinking his eyes, as if was slowly waking up from a peaceful dream, he looks up at you desperately.

"Please, make them shut the fuck up".

Often the best way to silence your thoughts is to focus on something louder than the voices inside your head.

That's what Mikey needs right now.

Usually, he would let you suck him off to your heart's content but that's not what he needs right now: he needs to feel loved, cared about and seen. He needs to know he's there with you and not anywhere else lost in his mind.

You can feel the hardness of the cold tiles underneath your knees as you kneel in front of him, which is in contrast with the hotness of that cute, pinkish mushroom head of his shaft and the smoothness of his skin in your palm.

Manjiro's eyes are focused on you, just like you asked him to: they are completely blown out, his angelic face has a cherry red hue on his cheeks, and his lips are slightly puffy due to his constant biting in them.

When your tongue gently wraps around the tip and sucks on it harshly, squeezing with your hand the base of his dick (just how he likes it) his onyx irises roll in the back of his skull and his hand goes straight to his mouth, muffling with a hum one of his pretty moans.

Just when you take him deeper, your ears are blessed with his unfiltered voice, a desperate call of your name: you can feel his hardness make its way down your throat gradually, and the salty taste of his pre on your taste buds makes you salivate.

Just when his cock touches the back of your throat your eyes water and not because of the burning sensation or the ache of your jaw but because of his goddamn pretty face.

Manjiro's wet liquorice hair is sticking to his damp forehead due to the water of the shower he took; onyx orbs are staring deeply into your soul, flickering up and down your face not knowing where to focus; sweat is dripping down his defined jaw and sliding on his bobbing adam apple every time he gulps; his black undershirt is sticking to his string chest; his tattooed neck is stretched to the side as he can barely keep his head up due to how good you're making him feel.

He's a masterpiece and he's all yours.

"Baby... Y-You're taking it so fucking deep– oh fuck!"

It wouldn't take long for you to bob your head according to his liking when his calloused hand touches your cheek and smoothly runs up through your hair, gripping it slightly so it won't cover your eyes.

The burn in your throat might be becoming unbearable but having your man scream your name endlessly is what keeps you up: his whole attention is on you, you're the only one he's thinking about, you're the only one he's feeling.

You can feel him throb against the walls of your mouth, his veins pulsating underneath your skilled tongue: you take him out with a slurping sound and begin to fist his cock, squeezing the tip and gripping the base, fiddling with his balls, wanting to coo at him as a last push. Your sugar-coated sweet-nothings are the most sincere as you look into his eyes with heart-shaped ones almost: good boy, I love you, baby, this is all for you.

After a dark time that day, he's finally seeing stars.

Mikey's orbs shine with the tears that roll down his burning cheeks, his voice is desperate and whiny, unable to keep up with the pace you're setting just for him.

Wet, squelching sounds that echo through his ears along with your praises are like a melody and when his hand comes on top of yours as you keep on moving it fast, you know you've done the trick.

"Ah– oh, shit! B-baby, I- I'm- I- please".

As you kiss lovingly his inner thigh which is decorated with every shade of red because of the blooming love marks you gave him, he feels a shock of electricity run down his spine.

As a blissed cry of your name booms out of his chest, his eyes scrunch shut and his head gets thrown back, you're already there to put your mouth on his throbbing tip and keep his love seed into your mouth, safe and sound.

He takes a while to calm down, but when he does he doesn't hesitate to get you on his lap and hug you close, whispering with a heavy breath how much he loves you, how grateful he is for having you by his side and an endless string of thank you.

You're both dripping in sweat, fuming due to the heated act you had so the sudden thin, delicate breeze that comes in from the bathroom door makes you sigh contently.

Manjiro's the one to speak first "I guess we need to shower again", he chuckles... His genuine laugh makes your lips curl into a fond smile as you take his hand in yours and kiss his knuckles gently.

"I'll do it with you so I'll keep the bad thoughts away this time".

He loved the sound of that.

I'm experimenting with new kinds of writing so I don't know how I feel about this drabble: it was simply living in my head rent-free–

I hope you enjoyed reading this drabble!

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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