#WAIT A MINUTE MANILA MIKEY???

[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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[macsimagines]

Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons for Bonten Mikey and Manila Izana crashing their ex-girlfriend wedding (to someone else) and stealing her away?

(I like Kill Bill Scenarios where everyone has to die... I enjoyed this one waaaaaaay too much-Ms.Mac)

Bonten!Mikey

You're shocked to see Mikey, especially all dressed up like he is. At first, you're worried but he tells you that everything's fine and it's all going to be perfect.

And his smile is so kind and sweet you foolishly think he really is just here to wish you well as you move on.

Silly you, because when you walk down the aisle you're shocked to see Mikey waiting for you at the end.

The entire grooms family has been slaughtered, a bloody mess on one half of the church and your side has guns all pointed at them while they sit in fear and terror.

Mikey is just staring at you, his once pristine suit adorned with splashes of blood.

You're about to scream when you feel the cold metal of a pistol touch the side of your head.

"Shut up, and fuckin' walk," Sanzu hisses at you. And with tears streaming down your face you make your way down the aisle.

The priest also has a gun to his head, and he quietly says your vows, and shakes while he asks you if you take Mikey to be your husband.

You can't even stutter out a no or a yes because you're so shell shocked by everything.

"Fuckin' answer him, Y/N." Sanzu tells you the gun finding its way back to your temple.

"It's just nerves Sanzu. Be nice to my bride." Mikey says voice so calm and gentle that you almost don't think he knows how crazy this all is .

And then you look into his eyes and realize he really doesn't. He only has you in his black irises, and you know he's deluded himself into believing the two of you are getting married.

"I do," you whisper, because you in your heart know, theres no other way....

Yandere!Izana

You don't believe what you're hearing. Your Fiance left you at the alter. He's not going to show up! The bastard!

You've been calling him for hours now, you're supposed to walk down the aisle in just a few minutes, how could he do this to you? After everything you've been through.

But he won't take your calls, just left you a loooong message saying he couldn't do this and wouldn't risk it.

You're crying so pathetically in a dressing room, but then you hear the door open and turn to see him.

Izana, with a smile on his lips and a pep in his step. "Hmmm? What's got you so glum, sweetheart?"

He warned you once, about a year ago, that you'd regret leaving him. And for awhile you believed him. But then you loved again and nothing happened. You figured he'd forgotten about you and that you were safe.

You're so damn stupid. You scream and yell at him. Accusing him of having done something for this to happen and his grin only widens.

"He was weak, Y/N. I barely even touched him and he promised to abandon you. You should be thanking me."

The anguish you feel is immense and you fall to your knees sobbing. He had you trapped again. You thought you managed to leave but no... You'd always belong to Izana.

Ignoring the sound of footsteps you try to drown out his next words, to no avail. He's suddenly kneeling down with you whispering in your ear.

"Don't worry. Our wedding will be waaaay better than this bullshit. I'll make you the perfect bride. So don't ever think you're gettin' away from me,Y/N."

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Okay so I watched ep 1 from season 3 (maybe I'm late maybe im not idk) and I'll post my react/thoughts soon but before that:

SEASON 3 OPENING

/!\ I'm a manga reader and I finished the manga; anime only beware of spoilers/!\

First of all, they need to stop with that. They know exactly what they're doing and my heart can't take it.

WHAT DID I JUST SAID.

Kakucho watching as Izana slips away.. *muffled screams*

Koko being beat up while the other aren't made me laughed - ofc i know the context but like. It's funny. Also – a wild Sanzu appears! I wonder how many anime only paid attention to Mucho/remember him and how many are going to notice him here and go 'wait a minute. You're not supposed to be here.'

... ngl, there are a lot of moments in that op where my thoughts were 'you BASTARDS you did NOT DARE'

That's one of them. Mikey reaching for young Izana, Izana leaving? Mikey reaching for another life for one they could've have? And then the transition to Manila Mikey lying dead in Takemichi's arms?

The fact it's the timeline where he got to live with Izana? Where they got to have a relationship? Where Mikey succeeded to reach for Izana in some ways?

1. Koko 2. Death bed = we know who 3. House 4. The fire.

They must have felt sooooo smug thinking about doing that

Just kill me at this point

[digressfromreality]

The Day The Tables Turned

Synopsis: This was PERSONAL. That much was obvious. What does one clown do when a mobster doesn’t learn his place in Gotham’s new criminal hierarchy? Of course, kidnap their life blood, the one that literally means more than the filthy air they breathe. First he isolates her, second manipulates her, third the mutual companionship was completely unexpected. Revenge at its finest.

Original Inspiration: Heath Ledger’s Joker     Part 4 of 6

Warning: SMUT, DEATH, my terrible grammar lol

THE CHALLENGE

"Is the men ready?" His lieutenant shook his head.

"We're ready to send a message to the clown."

"Listen closely, I want to destroy that clown. If you see him, you litter the area with bullets. Anybody with a clown mask gets shot." He was about to end his rant but Maroni had one last thought, "Rip the masks off the women and bring them to me."

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"GCN news hotline, Tiffany speaking, we are currently broadcasting. Please state your questions and/or comment and I will direct you to the right department." Tiffany waited patiently for the caller to answer.

"Well, Ms. Tiff-fawn-knee, ha ha ha." Joker swooned, "I crack myself up sometimes."

"Sir if you could please," Joker roared at her in rage.

"DID I SAY YOU CAN SPEAK, MHM?" Tiffany gasped in response, the voice terrified her.

"No." She replied in a small voice.

"Good, good." He chided her like a naughty child, "so Tiffany how's about you patch little ol' me through to Matty boy and Claire bear?"

"Sir I can't just send you through to the news castors, we are currently broadcasting." The voice was silent for a few moments before replying.

"How's bout this Tiffany? How's about I come down after work and gut you like a fish and string your intestines around like Christmas lights? Would that be better? I could layer with some green and purple shiny stuff, uh, tinsel? Yes, yes, I can see it now, the people will tell tales of their children of Tiffany the lowly operator who couldn't do one simple task,"

"Don't scare the poor girl," a woman in the background interrupted the terrifying rant. Tiffany could hear the male caller mutter something, and then she heard a loud smack and a yelp of surprise. "Please don't cut my face, anywhere but the face." The female voice cried out. Tiffany heard the yelp again.

"You wait your turn." The voice demanded. Another yelp could be heard again.

"Please sir, I'll send you through please just stop hurting her. All I need is a name to pass along to the floor managers."

"A yes doll," Tiffany let out a breath of air, she had caught this psycho's attention once more. "It's uh, the Joker."

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"GCN News tonight reports several executions cited and several arrests made but not of the murderers. A clear message has been made to the Joker, escaped Arkham patient that terrorized Gotham just four years ago, the message is from what we, and the GCPD suspect, as from the Maroni crime family. Every male clown was lined up and shot in the back of the head with their masks on, while any female clowns had been stripped of their masks and tied together. Every female was shot except a few that were turned over to the police. We can't help but wonder why all were killed but the blonde participants?"

The anchor turned to his partner, "why do you think that is Claire?"

"Well, Matt I believe this has to do with a missing accountant. Three weeks ago, Ms. Codwell of Gotham Finance LLC was plucked out of her business and the building was burnt to the ground. Ms. Codwell had been seen and well documented on the charity circuit and working at several homeless shelters. Many of the surrounding businesses had only pleasant things to say about her and her work. It came as a surprise to them that GCPD had uncovered her dealings with the mob."

"Not surprising since her trading portfolios were the highest grossing in the financial district."

"Yes, Matt. Not a surprised that she was recruited by the Maroni family." She paused to clear her throat, "I'm wondering Matt why the Joker is so interested in Ms. Codwell? Her body hasn't turned up anywhere and the last mob accountant, Mr. Lau was found in a warehouse burnt to a crisp."

"This seems more personal than just a missing business associate."

"Well losing more money is personal for the mob. They lost millions last time."

"We at GCN News are receiving a phone..."

"Hheeellllloooo Gotham, did you miss me?" The Joker giggled. People at home watching could see the breath leave the news anchors' chests. "Aww….Matty and Claire I thought you guys would appreciate me calling you personally." Joker giggled. "Mikey never got a warming shout out like I will for you." Both anchors let out another strangled breath. After being kidnapped by the Joker, Mike Engel had to leave broadcasting. He couldn't handle the pressure anymore, he changed.

"What is it you want?" Claire asked bravely, but panicked, "Mr. Joker, sir?"

"Oh, I like you! Manners. Well to put it simple, we're all going to play a game. I've been locked up too long. Cage birds, want to be, uh, well uncaged. To fly free and peck some eyes out." Joker paused to laugh he could almost hear the trepidation through the phone. "But instead of having all the fun, I will give the citizens of Gotham a chance to participate. Three days for someone to kill Salvatore Maroni. Each day he still breathes Gotham will meet a side of chaos-sah that they will wish they hadn't. Now, toodle-loo Gotham. Matty. Claire."

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"Damn it!" Gordon threw his file down angrily. Loose papers flew from the manila folder. He warned Maroni that it would turn into a blood bath.

"Commissioner, the Mayor's office is on line one." He waved off his secretary, of course, the Mayor would rush to Gordon ready to press him on strategic plans and counter measures.

"I want Foley in here now!" Gordon shouted before picking up his phone. Foley entered his office as quickly as he could. It wasn't hard to figure out what Gordon was stressing about, they had all watched what had just aired. Gordon rubbed his head in anguish, the Mayor must have been grilling him for information about the situation. Gordon slammed the phone down with a sigh.

"Gordon?" Without looking up he answered his next in command.

"Set up task forces, include the riot and gang unit. This needs to be contained and done quickly. Understand?" Foley nodded leaving Gordon to mope. He knew deep down that this was already above their heads, hopefully Batman could save them. He would be mocked if anyone had caught on that he was working with Harvey's 'killer'. God have mercy on their souls if Batman ignored this trouble.

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Alfred watched as Bruce began filling his utility belt, his mask still not yet on.

"Master Bruce what are we to do, these are two very powerful men."

"I can't just sit by and let this happen. The people of Gotham will be caught in the middle." He was more determined than ever to get out onto the streets. He needed to help contain this. 

"Yes, but the last time the Joker had tested the citizens of Gotham he lost his gamble." Alfred added fearfully. 

"Yes, because Harvey died!" Bruce slammed his fist against the mahogany desk. His arms trembling with rage...and guilt. 

"This doesn't seem to be the case this time. It seems Mr. Maroni had done something to personally upset the Joker. And judging him taking his daughter this is calculated revenge."

"But what about the casualties Alfred? We cannot stand idly by and let more people die on our watch. There is too much blood on our hands already."

"I'm sorry about Ms. Dawes, but we cannot change what happen. You cannot storm in without a plan." Bruce clicked his cowl in place. He couldn’t wait anymore. 

"I don't have time to sit around. THREE DAYS, Alfred. I need to end this before it gets out of hand." Alfred bit back a response as Bruce put on his mask. There was no talking him out of this disastrous plan.

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"Now Rosey, why did you have to make me do that?" Joker watched her cradle the side of her face. He almost nicked her eye, he had been too impatient, and therefore he couldn't keep nice things. He played too rough with his toys. He waved his hand at her, "let's play doctor and I'll make you feel aalllll better."

"Fine." Joker rubbed his hands together and began to examine his 'patient'.

"Now, lay down and lift up your dress."

"How is that going to help my face?" Joker shoved her down on the lumpy couch. His hand putting pressure on her chest.

"Shh...shh... Doctor knows what's best. Uh, open your legs a bit."

"What are you going to do?" Joker pulled a rag from his pocket and stuffed it in her mouth. She was asking too many questions.

"As much as I like hearing your luscious screams, you're distracting the doctor." He grinned as her muscles clenched under his calculated finger movements. "How's bout we take a closer look-see, mhm?" Before she could do anything, Joker had hooked her knees over his shoulder and slid his tongue quickly up her slit.

He felt her buck from the sudden pleasure. "More tense that I thought, should we continue the procedure?" He grinned extra wide when she hesitantly shook her head up and down. Her happy tears mixing with the blood from her wound. He inserted his fingers into her, pumping at a quick pace, his tongue matching his quick strokes over her clit. After about a minute or two she couldn't take it she wanted the gag out of her mouth. She ripped it out.

"Joker!" He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her. His tongue and fingers had traded places, she nearly jumped at the change. He kept his other hand firmly pressed against her hip. "Joker…jokerrr," she gasped getting close, "Joker please, ugh."

"Kind of busy doll, take a message." He went to bob his head back down but she grabbed his collar.

"Please. Unbutton. Pants." She panted out.

"And?" He laughed while maniacally staring down at her. He nipped at the hand restraining him.

"I'll show you." He grinned while shoving her legs from him, he plopped down on the couch and undid his belt. He continued to watch her as she loosened the front of his pants, grabbing what had been uncomfortably pressed against the seams of his pants. Yes, yes, her hands were soft, but he couldn't get lost in the subtle touches. He needed to see what, what his little Rose counted as a surprise.

She straddled him, her thick thighs engulfed the sides of his legs, her opening rubbing his head. Teasing more like it. Staring into her devious eyes, he watched her carefully kiss the end of his scars. The gentle gesture almost made Joker throw her off, but she had wrapped her arms around his shoulders and slammed him into her! Surprised he was!

"Bounce!" He growled at her, and she quickly obliged. Rose could feel his body whither and wince beneath her. Thinking there was too much friction from her harsh drops down, she tried to adjust her pace, but Joker was having none of that. He wanted to see her spill out of the top of her dress. Her pink nipples kept rubbing near the edges of the fabric. Her long blonde hair a frenzy cascading in different directions with every movement.

Her face screamed of ecstasy which brought him closer towards the end, he bit down on her scarred chest as her pace began to slow once more. He could feel her fatigue from her constant rebounding restrictions, but he wasn't there just yet. He pulled her upper half forward tight against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her hips and began to thrust her back and forth on his lap. His grip on her wide backside dug deeper and deeper into her skin as he was close to coming. Rose tried to cry out on his final thrust, but Joker smother her mouth with his own.

Rose could hardly keep her eyes open, sleep was gnawing at her mind. She laid her head on his shoulder as she steadies herself, her body was still reeling from the rough contact. When he calmed his breathing and his heart stopped racing, he noticed that Rose had fallen asleep while he was still in her. Instead of shoving her off, he examined her chest. He could feel and see it rise and fall against his own.

Her warmth was welcomed in the coolness of the room. He grinned, he would have to match her surprise with one of his own! Tomorrow, tomorrow he would reveal his surprise to her, to all of Gotham.

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

WAIT A MINUTE

Obviously we don't know about the rest of Toman but Manila Mikey killed Chifuyu and Draken quickly (or so we can assume with Draken)

BUT MITSUYA AND HAKKAI

One died because of lack of oxygen (takes minutes) and the other because of smoke and/or fire (takes minutes too)

AND YOU KNOW WHAT DRAKEN AND CHIFUYU DON'T HAVE THAT MITSUYA AND HAKKAI HAVE ?

SIBLINGS.