#manjirou sano

[nanaosaki3940]

This new TokRev fanart is sooo cute!!! 😍🥰

Credit to the artist: かめ (@unaikodori)

And we can see all the babies are here like -

Shinichiro and Takeomi

Baji and Mikey

Sanzu and Senju

Koko and Inui

Takemichi and Kakucho

Pah-chin and Peh-yan

This is so fucking adorable!!! 😭💘

[ilyluffy]

𝒯𝒜𝒦𝐸 ~ 𝒯𝐻𝐸 ~ 𝐿𝐸𝒜𝒟

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 {𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧}

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: manjirou sano + taiju shiba + shinichiro sano + shion madarame

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!experienced!reader, inexperienced!characters, established relationship, first times, fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, humour, petnames {more warnings under the cut}

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!experienced!reader, inexperienced!mikey, mentions of fingering & cunnilingus, vaginal sex, eager/pussy drunk mikey

mikey’s knowledge about sex is very limited but he’s excited to learn. he’s almost like an eager puppy when it’s finally time for you to have your first time together. maybe it’s a little too eager though. you have to calm mikey down so he doesn’t rush the process. he’s ready to fill you up immediately but you have to show him how to get you ready with both his fingers and mouth. you have to admit, despite mikey’s lack of experience, he preps you well after you give him a bit of instructions. when the main event arrives you need to help guide mikey’s cock to the right place. “see? i’m wet. you did that” you coo, rubbing mikey’s tip along your folds so it can collect a bit of your slick. mikey’s eyes are wide in awe and they only get bigger once your hole swallows the head of his cock. “so warm” mikey moans, already sounding pussy drunk from just a taste of your cunt. he can’t take it anymore. suddenly with one shift motion he’s bottoming out inside of you. it’s overwhelming for you but you endure it. you want mikey to feel good and besides, he looks so cute desperately rocking his hips, chasing his own pleasure.

𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!experienced!reader, virgin!taiju, established relationship, marriage, mentions of fingering & cunnilingus, vaginal sex, semi-rough sex, breeding kink/mentions of pregnancy

the only reason taiju hasn’t had any experience is because he believed in saving himself for marriage. he’s gone his whole life without sex until he met and married you. you hadn’t done the same. not that taiju minded, much to your relief. you were a good life partner and that’s what really mattered. that being said, that didn’t change the fact that you still had more sexual experience than your husband. don’t misunderstand, taiju isn’t completely clueless but you still have to give taiju a few tips. like when he first takes out his cock you know that there’s no way you’d be able to take his massive size without prep. so you show taiju exactly how to use his fingers and mouth to make things easier for the both of you. granted, it still hurts when taiju’s girth finally begins to shove itself into your tiny pussy but he slows down when you tell him it’s too much. “are you sure you can take it?” taiju asks, eyebrows furrowed. the expression on his face almost looks like an angry one but in truth he’s trying to stop himself from cumming too quickly. he couldn’t have predicted how amazing your count feels wrapped around him. there’s tears in the corner of your eyes but you nod your head anyway. “i’m alright. i just need to minute to get used to it”. taiju nods his head. “alright, let me know when you’re ready because when you are i’m going to fuck a baby into you”.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!experienced!reader, virgin!shion, first times, vaginal sex, a bit of humour, petnames “baby”

shion’s the type to not admit how inexperienced he is. at the same time, he’s not very good at hiding it either. shion has no idea but you knew that he was virgin the whole time he was acting like a confident playboy. the truth only comes out when you’re about to have sex for the first time. shion thought he’d be able to keep his cool but the moment you’re naked and laying under him, shion panics. he’s sweating and he hasn’t even slid his cock inside, much less starting thrusting. when you ask him what’s wrong, shion stutters his words. it takes a while for him to blurt out a coherent sentence but eventually you pick up on him saying. “sorry baby, i’ve never done this before”. shion expects you to be pissed but on the contrary, you giggle softly as you smile back at him. “i know… it’s okay”. shion’s eyes go wide as a deep blush spreads across his face. you have to bite your lip to hold in your laugh. you don’t find him being a virgin funny. it’s more so that he’s genuinely surprised that you didn’t know that had you amused. “here, let me show you” you say, gently taking his cock and guiding it to your hole. shion sucks in a breath as his tip pushes past your folds and feels the squeeze of your tight walls. “just do exactly what i say and you’ll be great, baby” you coo. “i’ll be your teacher today”.

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: afab!expierenced!reader, virgin!shinichiro, first time, vaginal sex, it’s awkward and a lil silly, pussy drunk shin, pet names “baby”

poor shinichiro is so nervous. even though losing his virginity is a dream come true, especially because he was losing it to you. but even though this is all he could have wanted shinichiro has no idea what he’s doing and that makes him anxious. what if the sex isn’t as good for you as it is for him? what if he’s so bad you want to break up? all these questions are weighing on his mind so heavily that he’s shaking like a leaf as he hovers on top of you. he already struggled to put on the condom and now he can’t seem to slide his aching cock into your pussy on his own. you have to eventually show him where to stick it in. by now shinichiro’s cheeks are flushed with embarrassment but before he can apologize your gummy walls wrap around his dick and he’s a moaning mess. “feels so good” shinichiro rasps, looking down at you with hazy eyes. “i-it doesn’t hurt does it?”. you smile up at him in return. as humiliated as shinichiro was right now you didn’t mind. in fact you found how nervous he was adorable. obviously he cared a lot so you try to put his mind at ease. “i’m fine. just relax” you say, pulling him down for kiss. “i love you. we’re going to take things slow and enjoy the moment, okay? just follow my lead”. shinichiro nods his head in understanding despite his mind already feel cloudy from pleasure. “okay, baby. teach me how to make you feel good”.

2022–2023 © ilyluffy — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

[animekingfans]

New Illustration ♥

VALENTINE DAY

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Hidden Hearts Reunited

A Mikey x reader oneshot (part 1)

-- You were Manjiro's first and closest friend, before Baji, Sanzu, or Draken. You were there. Your mothers were friends, meaning you were destined to be friends either way. You spent every second together since birth, a result of both mothers planning the deliveries on the same day. They realized a distinct difference between you and Manjiro, like night and day; you and Manjiro are polar opposites. Unlike Manjiro, who was always crying and screaming, you were quiet with a cute smile on your little round face. Manjiro would constantly cling onto you, as toddlers, crying louder if you were ever separated. Both mothers gushed at his actions. He would share his toys only with you and sleep peacefully next to you. It was an unbreakable bond between the both of you, from birth --

You walked hand in hand as you made your way to the hospital to visit Manjiro's mothers, who had fallen ill.

"You know, we don't have to keep holding hands, we aren't toddlers anymore." You spoke with a hushed and gentle voice, barely audible only for Manjiro to hear, as you both crossed the street.

"No friggin' way, how else is everyone supposed to know you're mine." He scoffed as if you said something so ridiculous.

"...Manjiro, I'm not a thing to be claimed." You delivered with a straight face.

"I didn't say that, I mean you're my girl. No one else is supposed to hold your hand except for me." The little boy pouted, explaining in a confident, matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, if that means that you're mine also, I don't mind." Your soft voice brought him comfort, as you tightened your little hands grip on his. Manjiro's cheeks flushed with a warm, rosy hue as your words, expressed in a soft and reassuring voice, reached his ears.

"We're here! C'mon, I can't wait to see her!" Manjiro pulled you behind him as he made a beeline to his mothers hospital room.

"Manjiro, we're in a hospital, keep it down!" You whisper shouted at him.

You sat next to Manjiro as he rambled to his mother about how he beat up a couple of new guys, he always counted the days from week to week to tell her about his stories. On the other you examine his mother, somehow, she seemed different, a lot weaker and sickly. Her hands were cold as she brushed them against your cheek,

"How about you, my little angel?" She asked,

"I'm good, but... I miss you. When are you coming back home?" Your tone is gentle, pleasing to the ears, as you leaned further into her touch despite the coldness of her hand.

Without uttering a word in response, she bent down, gently pressing a kiss on your forehead. Then, with a tender gesture, she drew both you and Manjiro into her embrace, casting a meaningful gaze at both of you.

"Promise me something, you two, please never leave each other's side. Manjiro, you're strong, so protect Y/n. And Y/n you're kind and tender, please soften his heart."

"Huh? Mom, what's that supposed to mean?" He whined and pouted, as you giggled at his facial expression.

That was beginning of it all—the pact that bound both you and Manjiro, the curse intertwining your lives.

As memories lingered from that day at the hospital with Manjiro's mother, the promise made to her weighed heavily on your heart as you made your way to the Sano home without anyone's knowledge, especially Mikey, you went to Manjiro's older brother, Shinichiro and grandpa, to break the news, the upcoming move due to family issues. Despite your attempt to stay quiet and secretive, Manjiro overheard, and the news shattered him. What was he supposed to do now with his mothers promise? And you, you couldn't leave. You were with him from day one, literally. The thought made his throat tighten, but what could he do?

Years passed, and life took unexpected turns, finding yourself back in Japan due to the loss of your parents and your sole remaining relative, your aunt, residing in Japan. Involuntarily, the memories of your past resurfaced, a certain ache in your heart also resurfaced. You couldn't shake the question of whether you could find him ever again in the bustling streets of Shibuya. The thought of your first and only friend lingered in your mind, who you never forgot, wondering if fate would bring you together once more, this time, forever.

"What the hell am I thinking, he probably hates me now."

"Y/n!" You heard your aunt call out, as she approached you with open arms. 

Your turned to your caller only for the air to be knocked from your lung with he unexpectedly strong hug, as she continued,

"Oh look at you, all grown up and beautiful!" She exclaimed dreamily.

You smiled, accepting her inviting hug, missing the feeling of being embraced by someone loving, especially after your recent loss.

"C'mon, I made plenty of food at home!" She urged as she grabbed your bags, one in each hand.

"W-wait, let me help, those are kinda heavy-" You reached out to grab one of your bags, but she lightly smacked your hand away.

"What do I look like to you, an old hag?" She picked up both bags with ease.

Woah...she's strong..

You soon realized why she's so strong when you reached her house,

"You live here!" You said, a little shocked by the fancy look home.

"Yep, my earnings from years of hard work." She said walking through the front gate and further inside.

You looked around like a child in a candy store, admiring everything around you. The garden, the nicely mowed grass and bushes. Once you stepped inside, your jaw gapped a little. After a tour of the house, she took you to a room, where the only thing in it was a hatch,

"You're not gonna kill me, are you?"

"Are you crazy, why would I kill my only niece? You're like the child that I never had." She said flicking your forehead, she smirked before she continued,

"It's a surprise, just climb down." She said as she opened it,

Climbing down, you were surprised to be met with a built-in Gym underground.

Oh, makes sense why she's so toned now

"Prepare yourself because I'm not raising no scrawny girl, I'm gonna make you tough, kiddo."

"hUh?" You're voice cracked,

After showing you your room and helping you put your stuff away, you finally sat down and had dinner with your aunt. She was going on about her life and you were invested, truly.

"So tell me, kiddo, how's life been for you?"

"Hmm, I manage." You answered, shrugging a little.

She gave you an unpleasant look before booing, "Boo, tomato, c'mon I know you got more than that."

"Well, what do you want to know about me, auntie?" You asked, laughing a little between your words.

She smiled as she thought,

There it is, she smiled...are you happy sister? I made her smile for you

"What are you looking forward to, here in Tokyo, I could take you anywhere you want."

It took you a second to think before you said, "I wanna go to a specific restaurant actually."

Your aunt looked visibly hurt, "D-do you not like my cooking?"’

The tears in the corners of her eyes made you choke before you frantically shook your head, 

"N-no not at all, I promise! It's just...it was my favorite restaurant when I was kid, I always went with...my friend."

"Okay! First thing tomorrow, I'll take you there then." She said, giving you a warm smile,

Well, she changed pretty quick..

"...seriously, this is your go-to place?" She regarded you with an intrigued expression, raising doubts about your choice in restaurants.

“And here I thought you were gonna take us to some gourmet restaurant.” she added as you entered.

A sudden wave of bittersweet nostalgia washed over you, fueled by cherished memories associated with the restaurant. 

"Oh, there are people here?" Your aunt expressed surprise.

That shouldn’t be a surprise…

Feeling a bit disheartened by her continual disapproval of the place, you sighed as you made your way to an empty booth. As your eyes scanned the area, they landed on a somewhat shorter boy, with you appearing a little taller than him. His long blonde hair was tied at the top, while the strands on the sides flowed freely. Accompanying him was a more intimidating figure, a boy with a tattoo on the side of his shaved head. They exude an air of trouble, and you realized you had been staring for too long when your eyes met with his pitch-black, piercing gaze. The eye contact lingered long enough for your aunt to shake your shoulder, snapping you out of it, and for his friend to call his name, breaking the sudden connection.

“Mikey..”

As you proceeded to your assigned booth, you couldn't resist one last glance backward, catching his intense gaze. A flicker of recognition sparked deep within your heart. Despite sensing a profound connection, you carried on your chosen path, unaware of the unspoken longing, as the passage of years had erased the memories that once tethered you together. While enjoying your kids' meal, you intermittently picked at your food, occasionally looking up to meet that same compelling gaze. It felt as if your existence was being drawn in, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest.

Why..Why the hell is he just so…

“Damnit Mikey, what the hell is wrong with you?” His friend asked, annoyed by his sudden absence. 

He turned towards that, which seemed to distract mikey, and there you were. Feeling a bit intimidated, you quickly averted your gaze, avoiding his friend's scrutiny.

"Are you planning to order something?" you inquired, using the question as a means to divert your attention.

"No way," she exclaimed, eyeing your food suspiciously. "Let's leave. I'll take you to a proper restaurant," she asserted with confidence.

"Sure, let's go," you responded promptly, rising from your seat.

Your aunt expressed surprise, "Wait, really? I didn't expect you to agree so quickly. Alright then!"

As you both left, she remarked, "Y/n, don't forget to remind me to take you to a clothing store later."

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/N!" He murmured softly. Before he could comprehend, his legs carried him forward, propelled by an instinctive force.

NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY 

"Y/N!" He called out, breathless from his sprint to catch up.

Halted by the unexpected call, you abruptly turned around. On the opposite side of the street, he came into view.

It can’t be…

Time stood still as if the universe held its breath. After years apart, your name lingered in his memory, indelible and unforgettable. In that suspended moment, all else faded away.

“Manjiro...?” you whispered. He didn't need to hear your voice; just from reading your lips, he knew you called out to him..

-- Yeah, Ima definitely writing a part 2, This was wayyy too long, hope you guys enjoyed --

[manjibunny]

Imagine being young and dumb, and being besties with Mikey. Like, he once stole a pack of cigarettes from Shinichiro and brought it to the next hangout.

"Here, let's try smoking together!" Not even a whole drag in and he's coughing, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"That's absolutely disgusting! Oh my god, what the hell?!"

You spent the entire time comforting him. Him being a big baby, he demanded you two get something sweet from the convinience store and (ofc) you had to pay for it. He would be whining for the next hour about not getting rid of the atrocious taste the cig has left on his tongue.

"I need something much much sweeter" he'd say before kissing you on the lips, saying you're the sweetest thing there is on earth with a smug face.

[karpingaround]

diner shenanigans ˚ ༘ ⋆

- random oneshot i wrote at 3am :’)

A/N : 1.9k words, fluff, mother lowkey evil, mitsuya and y/n being sewing buddies, y/n is used a lot, not checked through cba sorry :), tbh i dont really like this that much but wtv

Mikey x F! Reader

-i love the blob blob blob

The diner was slower than the usual rush of people. It was a Saturday and past noon, and the diner was emptier than any other Saturday! To you, this was bliss. It saved you from constantly running around the building to collect and receive orders from customers, but also to serve the meals that were ordered.

However, now you were bored. You were still scootering around the diner for small check-ins and cleaning, but nothing was really keeping you occupied as usual.

 

If you had a choice, you would be at the arcade down the road with your friends. But since your parents owned the diner, you were basically forced into labour! Although you didn’t mind since the diner mainly revolved around sweet treats and desserts, meaning lots of snacks in case your appetite appeared.

Right now though, nothing was satisfying your tastebuds or boredom.

 

“Y/n!” Your mother shouted, pinching your cheek to grab your attention.

“ouch- ma, that hurts!”

 

“It should do! You’re slacking on the job again.”

 

“Is it really a job if I’m not getting paid? Ya know, this could be considered as forced child labour-!” At your attempt at being witty, your mother, grinned.

 

 

"Well, you eat half of the food we make for the customers, so you don’t need to be paid.”

 

You gasp, offended, while she laughs.

"Ma, I don’t eat that much!”

 

“Sure Y/n.” She took your hand and put your notepad and pan in your grip. “Some customers came in a few minutes ago at table 18. Go get their orders, and after that, I need you to clean up table 3 when they leave.”

 

“They haven’t even finished eating, ma?”

“Just trust me!”

 

At her words, you promptly walked over to table 18. As you approached, you realised that it was a group of boys dressed in black gang uniform!?! You debated turning back, however, it was too late; you were already at the table.

 

“Hi, are you guys ready to order?” You ask, holding your notepad up, prepared to jot down some squiggles of code. While you waited, you looked at the faces of the boys.

 

“I’ll have a-“ A boy with long black hair started before you cut him off.

“Takashj?” You asked impulsively, and in turn, the lavender-haired boy looked up at you.

“Hey-!?” The boy got cut off again as Takashj spoke.

 

“You work here, Y/n?” He smiled, ignoring his friend, who was flaming up in anger.

“Yea! My parents own the place; it’s nice to see you.” You smiled. Takashj was the club president of the sewing club! You had been in there since the start of the club, wanting to try to make an apron for the diner. You talked to Takashi and the boys about his sewing club, completely forgetting about your job until the table went quiet.

 

“Y/n!” Your mother shouts from the counter, and you flinch in fear. When you look back at her, she is irritatedly staring you down as you enjoy your job for a moment. How could she tell?!

 

Embarrassed, you clear your throat.

“Sorry about that. What would you guys like to order?” You completely switch to work mode, taking everyone’s orders.

 

“So, two lemonades, an apple juice, one strawberry shortcake, one coffee jelly, two cokes, and the banana shake special?”

You look at everyone as they approvingly nod before a blonde speaks up.

 

“Add five dorayaki to that, please!”

“Mikey, I told you five is too much!” Another blonde hisses from across the table.

"Well, I want five!”

The bickering carries on for a few minutes as you stand blankly, unsure of what to do.

 

“Y/n can you just add five dorayaki to the order?” Takashj whispers to you, watching as the two go back and forth in a game of rock-paper-scissors, best out of twenty.

 

“Are you sure?” You whisper back, not wanting to interfere.

“Yes, I just want this to be over.” He chuckles, and you smile in response.

“It’ll be on the house then.��� You give him a thumbs up.

 

You clear your throat again, catching the two’s attention. “I’ll add five dorayaki on the house.” You smiled, and the two settled down; however, the blonde who ordered in the first place is beaming with joy.

 

“I’ll come back to you guys in a bit!” You cheerfully say, going to the counter and preparing the order. As you make the banana shake, you make sure to add more whipped cream for the blonde boy and give him two cherries on top and-

 

“Y/n, don’t waste ingredients!”

“sorry ma!”

 

You stop at the two cherries on top.

And as you prepare their bill, you make sure not to include the five dorayaki. You already eat that amount when working - what harm would it do if you gave your lunch to the particularly cute boy at Table 18?

 

Nervously, you started bringing their order over to the table. You hoped he wouldn’t notice the excess toppings you added on top of his banana shake or the fact that you only gave him the fresh dorayaki right from the oven.

 

As you neared, you noticed the boys go strangely quiet.

 

Ignoring the forbading feeling, you asked for each order, placing it in front of the person who ordered. When it came to the blonde boy, your face slightly heated up as you placed his banana shake and dorayaki in front of him without a word.

 

“Very cool, Y/n.” Takashi commented, to which you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What? I just gave him his order.” You said, acting clueless as the lavender boy gave you a sly grin.

 

“Anyway, here’s your bill; enjoy the meal!” You bow your head slightly in embarrassment before going off to the table, which your mother had told you to do. They did end up leaving after you served the boys, and thankfully, the table was on the other side of the diner.

 

Once you finished wiping the table, you dropped the dirty dishes off in the kitchen, and your mother was swift to tell you that the boys had left and you needed to clean again.

However, your mother never mentioned the pale blonde who still sat at the table.

 

“oh, can I take these?” You ask, leaning to get a glance at his face as he looks out the window. Quietly, he nods, and you take that as a sign to get out - ASAP! You were not in the mood to mess with a gang member right now, and by reading the embroidery on his jacket, he was the president of his gang!

 

After collecting the tableware, you counted up the abundance of pennies and notes left behind. With a few hundred yen tip, you smiled. What nice delinquents!

 

Finally, you collected up the tray and the money left behind. “Have a good day.” You muttered, catching the boys attention as you turned on your heel to leave.

 

“Wait, Y/n was it?” He stood up from his seat, seeming to be urgent.

 

“Yes, do you need something?” You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn up as you noticed his happy grin.

 

“Thank you for the extra cherry and whipped cream.”

 

“How did you notice?” You ask obliviously, smiling as you were caught red-handed.

 

“The other booth ordered a banana shake special, and theirs was much less full than mine.”

 

“Crap! Really? I might get sacked.” You joke to yourself, yet the boy laughs.

“and the five dorayaki as well.” He adds on, and you sigh. "Well, that was my lunch, so I won’t really get sacked for that.” You laugh, feeling your stomach grueling with hunger.

“You can still eat more, though, right?” He asks, a guilty smile on his face, and you give him a nod. You usually ate lots of snacks during work hours anyways..

 

“You really wanna work here on your days off from school?” He asks, noticing you drifting off in your thoughts.

 

“I mean, I did wanna go to the arcade today..” You mutter, wondering why you were still talking to the pretty boy that was making your palms get sweaty.

 

“I’m going there now! Wanna join?” He smiled at you, his head tilted like a puppy, as he offered.

 

“I don’t think my mother would approve.” You whisper before you both laugh.

 

“Y/n! Stop slacking!” Your mother calls out on cue, and you can only smile awkwardly at the boy. You look back at her, mouthing ‘one sec!’ before turning back to the boy, who is patiently waiting for you to finish.

 

“I’ve gotta get back to work, have a nice time at the arcade..?”

“Mikey.” His eyes turn to crescents as he smiles again. “See you, Mikey.” You spin on your heel, quickly going into the kitchen and geeking out to your friend, who was washing the dishes, about the boy you had just met.

 

“And then he asked me to go to the arcade with him!” You sulked, imagining what could’ve happened if you were able to go to the arcade.

“What about a lunch break? Maybe you could join him?” Yumi asked, wiping her hands as she finished washing up.

 

“ 'already took one, since I figured it was a slow day and I wouldn’t need another break.”

 

“So you can’t eat lunch with me?” Your friend pouted, taking off her apron, sewn by you.

“I mean, I could ask for a fifteen-minute pee break?”

Yumi laughs at your idea as you try to come up with excuses for why you could get out of work.

 

“Y/n!” Your mother suddenly shouts from the counter, and you immediately appear, worried you were about to be lectured for trying to skip work.

 

“Yes ma?”

 

“This boy wants to take you out.”

 

...

 

“What-?” You stutter as your mother nods her head, smiling at you teasingly.

“Who? Where is he?” You eagerly walk up to the counter, looking around for Mikey.

“Outside on his motorcycle. Another nut head.”

She comments, and you gasp.

"Ma, you can’t just say that!”

 

"Well, he’s crazy for wanting to take you out.” She laughs at her own joke, and you hear your friend and father both laugh along in the kitchen. "Ma, that’s just rude!”

 

“Y/n, are you going to keep the boy waiting?” Your mother asks, watching as you rock on the heels of your shoes in anxiety.

"Wait, I can go with him?” You don’t even wait for an answer as you take off your apron and slip on your jacket.

 

“Wait Y/n-!” Your mother tries to call for you, but you’re already out the door and talking to the delinquent she just badmouthed.

She sighs to herself as she looks at Yumi.

“Can you take her shift?”

 

“Well… it’s kind of my lunch break right now!” Yumi smiles at your mother, taking a strawberry shortcake from the display and heading over to one of the booths.

 

Your mother groans as she slips on an apron and aggressively grabs your notepad that you had left behind. 

 

“stupid teenage love.” She mutters before heading to a table to collect their orders.

“I heard you talking about me in the kitchen! It gave me the courage to ask for your mother’s blessing!”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!?”

“just kidding! I only asked if you were free.”

[rosze-v]

When Mikey loves you, you wouldn't really hear much words of affirmations.

But you could see it when he would split half of his taiyaki for you, feeding you with his hand and wiping off the remnants on your lips with his soft, gentle thumb.

You would see it when he would ask Draken for a helmet, made for you. So when the both of you go out on your weekly, night ride, he would sit you up on your special seat, while he strap the helmet onto you, making sure your hair looks fine because "I spend so much time making my hair looks good!",you said, and he remembered of course. He didn't ride fast, but enough to have you embracing his chest as he subconsciously held onto your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

You would see his love when he would take out an album of him and his little family. He would then explain what happened in those pictures. Like the time where he tried to cook some Melon Bread but ended up having flour all over him, or pictures of his brother, as his lips smiled, soft with a tinge of sadness. He'll also show you the early pictures of Toman, and he would tell you glorious stories of his mates, and you could see the proud look on his face. Mikey shares his memories when he loves.

You would see it the most when he's at his lowest. Yes, Draken had been the closest to his heart but when you came? There were indeed no words when you heard the engine of his motor at night, but when you would open the door to your house, and the immediate hug from him, that was the rawest he had ever been. The shakiness of his shoulders, the silent sobs as you fell down on your knees with him in yours arms, cradling the broken pieces of him. You would stroke his hair, soothing him and he would tighten his hold, as he slowly speaks of what's bothering him.

Mikey doesn't really show his love through words but you never failed to see his love. It's true, it's pure and it's beautiful. It's intimate and raw and you would never trade it for anything. Mikey loves, and he loves hard, and no one loves more than a person who shows instead of uttering mindless words.

[xaitoxsz]

Tokyo revengers {The percentage of their loyalty in love}

Note: I have written this When I was bored and please if you can correct my mistakes in writing because I am still learning to write in this language, I will consider it as a reward for my work

Mikey: %98 Draken: %94 Baji:%80 Chifuyu:%100 Mitsuya:%100 Kisaki:%99 Hanma:%50 Taiju:%98 South:%30 Hakkai:%100 Nahoya:%75 Muto:%50 Sanzu: depending on who you are [%100] or [0] Souya:%100 Kokonoi:depending on who you are [%99] or [%50] Izana:%50 Ran:%80 Rindo:%90 Inui:%100 Kazutora:depending on who you are [%90] or [%30]

kakucho:%100

[koffeenoe]

Mikey chikito ❤️🥺

[thefigureresource]

Manjiro Sano [Tokyo卍Revengers] 1/7 scale from FuRyu coming August 2024.

[nanaosaki3940]

TokRev's Sanrio Danshi in suits!!!

[ilyluffy]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 + 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: manjirou sano x afab!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!mikey, possessiveness, mentions of drinking, vaginal sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, watersports(piss), “marking territory”, feral!mikey

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.4k+

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎. he knows he should take a break from thrusting into your abused pussy but he can’t bear to leave you. not after tonight. not after he took you to one of the night clubs bonten was opening and some fucker dared to try to steal you away from him. now he had you back home, underneath him on the mattress so he could let out all his possessive frustration.

you were his and mikey wasn’t letting you go, ever. he planned to do that by fucking you until your hole could only take his cock from then on. it didn’t matter how many times you reassured him that you weren’t going anywhere or how you sobbed about having enough. mikey wouldn’t let up.

“p-please, mikey” you sniffled, hands landing on his chest to make a weak attempt to push him off of you. of course this was to no avail. “need to… need to go to the washroom” you beg, clearly embarrassed.

your pleas fall on deaf ears. truthfully, mikey needed to go too. after all the alcohol you two had before the sleaze ball ruined the evening, his bladder was begging for release. unfortunately mikey didn’t care. not when it came to his or your need to stop. he hadn’t had his fill yet.

smacking your hands away, he leans down to take your swollen nipple into his mouth. “if you need to go then go” his voice comes out in a muffled groan. “but i’m not done with you yet”.

you cry out in frustration but you really can’t hold it anymore. tears slipping down your cheeks in humiliation, you feel a warm puddle form in the sheets around you. it’s gross but at the same time… the relief that comes along with it is impossible to ignore.

mikey seems completely unbothered by the mess. in fact he decides to grant himself some release too. as your hands cover your face to hide from him, mikey fills you up but it’s not with his seed. mikey sighs against your tits as he pisses into your spent hole. as if you weren’t embarrassed enough.

“marking my territory” mikey groans, finally pulling off your nipple with a loud pop. somehow he’s still snapping his hips against yours. it seems like nothing, even something so nasty and feral could make him stop ramming his cock into your cunt. it’s like he’s acting on animalistic urges alone. he’s claiming his property like a dog would.

“gonna leave my scent all over you” mikey rambles on, looking down at you with those dark serious eyes. “𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄”.

2022 © httphaitani — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

MDNI under the cut, please.

Thinking about curling up in bed in a large room that has a huge window overlooking the city in a huge storm.

Thinking about sticking my nose in my man's neck or armpit (oh stop, like you've never smelled a pit you weren't even slightly attracted to).

Thinking about kissing them slowly. Dumbly. Until it turns into this desperation and we're clawing at each other to get those pesky clothes off.

Thinking about rain beating against the window as I ride them until we're both cumming ... until our eyes are all white.

Thinking about falling asleep under nothing but a sheet and my lover's arm, full of cum and waking up to another red sky in the morning.

Thinking about them getting up first and making noise in the kitchen that rouses me from my sleep. The smell of coffee in the air promising a fresh start.

Thinking about wanting to stay home with them all day and watch stupid shit about penguins on tv but knowing that we both have to go to work.

Thinking about thinking about heading home to them at 5 o'clock.

Thinking about walking through to door of our home, being greeted by them.

Thinking about doing it all over again.

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @katkitkats @darkstarlight82

[the-rebellious-gege]

Can we pls get more dark Mikey? As in—fucked up, impulsive, inconsolable, uncaring, rageful Mikey? I get that babygurl Mikey is cute, and endearing…but like that’s not really the whole picture, is it? I’m the last person to gate keep a character, by all means do whatever makes you happy—I mean that sincerely. Write what you wanna write. Read what you wanna read. But it’s so hard to find good dark Mikey content. Everyone wants to see cute kid Mikey with the messy blonde mop dragging his little blanket around. But where’s Manila Mikey that murdered his friends? Where’s soulless Bonten Mikey, with his suicidal ideations and heart of stone? And I don’t wanna justify his behaviors, I want to see this hollow-eyed killer in all his disturbing glory and not excuse it. Or blame it on circumstances, loss, or other people. It’s monstrous, it’s beautiful, it’s hella fucked up, but it’s real. Just like…damn, tell me more about him. And pls don’t sugarcoat it. I want it to fucking hurt.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side B Round 1 Match 11

Propaganda:

Mikey -

"This is a headcanon that didn’t originally occur to me, but then I encountered it in the wild, and something in my brain kinda lit up like ‘!!!’. I couldn’t stop turning the idea over in my head, like a slow roasting marshmallow, getting dangerously close to an open flame. So, here we are. First of all, Mikey is the leader of a biker gang. He has an immense interest in motorcycles (including their parts and repairing/building them), something of which he is able to bond with other delinquents over. He is frequently commented on by others as showcasing ‘childish’ behavior, such as whining when he doesn’t get his way, taking naps on his vice-commander, Draken’s, back or getting upset when he receives a kid’s meal with no flag in it. He often relies on Draken in a caretaker sort of role, such as providing the aforementioned flags to avoid meltdowns, tying his hair up just the right way in the mornings, going to his house to wake him up (all these things appear frequent activities/rituals Mikey relies on), and being “his heart.” Mikey appears to have naturally low empathy. Pretty early on in the series, he and Draken pay a visit to a girl who was put in the hospital by a rival gang, for being affiliated with some of their members. Her parents encounter them and they are furious that anyone involved in gang activity would even dare show their faces, despite Mikey and Draken not being the ones to actually hurt her. He insists they shouldn't apologize to the parents, because it's not their fault and they personally didn't do anything, failing to comprehend the bigger picture, that the lifestyle of delinquency and crime in general and the violence it breeds, not just between those who partake, but innocents caught in the crossfire, is what led to their daughter's assault. And they are feeling grief and anger, thus acting irrationally and lashing out (which, while illogical to Mikey, is a typical emotional reaction to this sort of situation). But he eventually amends his opinion at Draken’s urging—reserving emotional consideration for when his friends are involved primarily. Difficulty regulating emotions, selective listening, and self-centeredness are also all traits that Mikey has exhibited. He often has atypical/repressed facial expressions. He has safe foods—preferring sweet things like dorayaki and taiyaki above all else. He has a comfort item in the form of an old, raggedy towel, which is, in his words “his whole life,” and refuses to give it up even when his family urges him to throw it out. “The tip of his towel” is canonically his “favorite spot”—He is seen stimming with it by rolling it up and kneading it with his hands and fingers. He also prefers to dress for comfort, in loose and baggy clothes whenever he is outside of his gang uniform, and he always wears the same flip-flops, even when it would seem inconvenient. Some other things that don’t necessarily point to autism, but maybe could be considered in the broader picture with everything else?

Routine night motorcycle rides with his brother and childhood friend, which he continues, same time and route, after their deaths, while talking like they are still there with him (though this is more him just honoring their memories and finding comfort in these old actions)

‘Dark impulse’ flare-ups could be interpreted as meltdowns that cross into violent territory? (Like after Sanzu allegedly broke his new toy as a child) But again, dark impulses are a whole other can of worms that could probably be likened to other things better than autism

He is canonically considered a martial arts genius/prodigy, which could be read as some sort of savantism, but also just typical shounen anime shenanigans Despite some of the shakier things to consider, I find myself really liking the idea of autistic Mikey, and I do think there’s a lot in the story in favor of that reading of him. I’d love to see him represented here!"

Yotasuke -

"He has terrible social skills and doesn't filter his words, and although he does not have bad intentions, he often comes off extremely cold or harsh, saying things like "Talking with you irritates me so can you please leave me alone?". He struggles to make friends, especially since he purposefully pushes people away. Yatora, the main character, brings the number of contacts on his phone to a grand total of three. His wardrobe consists of almost exactly the same shirt over and over again. He holds his pencil and chopsticks extremely weird. He loves animals and is often pictured with them, for example cats and rabbits. He was considered extremely talented at art when he was a child, and his art is still amazing but it has messed up the way he interacts with others. He feels as though art is all he has. This causes him to resent Yatora, who appears to have so many skills and career options, as well as a thriving social life. Yotasuke also has a very strained relationship with his mother, who can be quite manipulative at times. He is also very silly if that means anything to you. Everyone should go read Blue Period actually."

[rosiebrie]

made this edit back when i read magazine cover girl for the first time lmao