#mikey x reader oneshot

[ranhaitanisgf]

Can I pls request a class president and delinquent w mikey, and the pocky game??? For the scenario Mikey got dared to play the pocky game w u. (The both of u are on good terms w each other) u accepted and covered his eyes to make it easier for him (his cute flustered face ;-;) and u kissed him while bitting the pocky.

— sano manjiro (mikey) // delinquent & class president // pocky game

[𖤐] anon...ur a genius for this. flustered mikey is the best one so that's what i did lolol. ty for requesting (2 years ago 😭) and i hope you all enjoy my lovelies! xoxo

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your pen scrawled across the paper, completing the work that you had to finish before the end of the day. the budgets for clubs was not to be messed with; the club presidents were very passionate, and if you didn’t have a budget for them in time, they would probably go nuts, (you’re not sure what it entails, but it’s enough to get you going on the work). 

the sliding door to the empty classroom opened up, making you flick your eyes up briefly at who was entering. 

“yoo, are you in here (y/n)-chi?” you smiled a bit at the familiar voice, your heart speeding up a bit. 

“right here.” 

“i finally found you! you’re a hard one to find, y’know that?” mikey whined. he looked around the classroom, not seeing anybody else and grinned. “what’re you doing here by yourself?” he asked, sitting down in the chair in front of you and facing you. you didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was definitely up to something. 

“i’m not a very hard person to find, mikey, i’m sure you were just looking in the wrong places. and i’m working on the budget for this year’s club, since i need to be able to have it done today to get it reviewed by administration.” mikey blew a raspberry at you. 

“boringggg…you never do anything exciting, do you?” 

“hey! for your information, i do lots of fun things! just not during school or student council hours!” you huffed. mikey tilted his head at you, questioning your words a bit. he resembled a confused child for a moment, (it was pretty cute). “aside from that, why were you looking for me? is there something i can do for you?”

“well, i got dared to ask you to do something, but’s it’s fine if you don’t want to do it.” pausing your writing and looking at mikey, you noticed a bit of a flush in his cheeks as he mumbled the last part of his words. 

“oh? consider my interest piqued. what is it?” you set your pen down, giving him your full attention as a playful smile played across your lips. 

this should be interesting. 

“...p…game…” 

“hm? i didn’t quite catch that.” mikey whined and groaned a bit at your teasing voice, huffing as he avoided eye contact. 

“...the pocky game…” your eyebrows shot up at his words; you definitely had not been expecting that, (although it’s hard to expect anything that mikey says or does). 

“oh, uh, i see…” you said out of surprise. 

“it’s fine if you dont wanna, it was just like a dare so it’s stupid…”

“no, i’ll do it.” 

“…wait, really?!” mikey shot up in his seat, his hands slamming onto your desk as his eyes damn near sparkled with happiness, (seriously, how was he always so cute?). you giggled a bit at his reaction, taking your papers off your desk and setting them to the side. 

“yes, but hurry up before i change my mind!” 

“wh-uh, okay!” mikey dug through his pockets, looking for something, before he sat back down again. from his pocket, he pulled out a box of pocky, sitting down and setting it gingerly on your desk, looking nervously to the side. you raised an eyebrow at him, a teasing smile on your face. 

“are you embarrassed, mikey?” 

“w-what?! nah, of course not! who do you think i am!! i am-”

“pff, i’m joking. you’re just too cute to tease.” you laughed. mikey’s cheeks puffed up as he glared at you, though you knew the glare was fake since you could see his cheeks coloring up a bit more. he started mumbling things, too low for you to hear, as you opened up the box of pocky, taking one and slipping it between your fingers. mikey still wasn’t looking at you, making you sigh a bit. 

“you’re cute, but you need to look over here in order to do this, you know?” you couldn’t help the teasing lilt in your voice; he was just acting so different than he usually acted that you just had to tease him. mikey finally turned his face over to you, scooting a little bit closer and resting his arms on your desk. 

“you’re being really mean right now, i thought you were supposed to be nice…” 

“just because i’m student council president doesn’t mean that i can’t tease you.” before he could say anything else, you slipped the pocky stick between his lips, effectively silencing him. now that he couldn’t turn away from you, you were able to see the flush along his cheeks and ears a lot more clearly. a small laugh slipped from you at the sight. “since you’re sooooo embarrassed, i’ll make it a little easier for you.” you placed a hand over both of his eyes before putting the other end of the stick between your own lips. you could tell that he tried to protest, but the pocky stick effectively silenced him. 

for a moment, nothing happened. 

then, chomp! 

the distinct sound of you biting the stick. 

you took a couple more small bites before mikey finally bit the stick a couple times. your noses were close to touching at this point, and you could feel his breaths fanning across your face. the pocky stick was rather small at this point, making your heart skip a couple beats. 

oh, whatever. 

after a moment of pondering, you went for it. you bit the last end of the pocky stick, pressing your lips against mikey’s. his lips were a little chapped, but they were warm and they fit perfectly with yours. a couple seconds passed before you pulled away, chewing the rest of the pocky in your mouth as you took your hand off of his eyes. 

that expression makes it all worth it. 

there was a deep flush across his face now; it spread all over his cheeks and covered his ears as he gaped at you. 

before he could recover, you gathered up all your belongings, hefting your stack of papers in your arms. 

“well, i have to go drop these off now.” you leaned closer again, pressing a soft kiss against his warm cheek. “i do hope you’ll be attending all your classes tomorrow.” you whispered, smiling at him. you pulled back, admiring the shocked and flabbergasted look on his face as he tried to form words. 

“y-yeah…” he managed to get out. 

“great! see you tomorrow then!” before you left the classroom, you peeked back at him one more time. 

you had to resist giggling as you saw mikey brushing over his lips with his fingers, his eyes wide. 

oops!

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Alpha male reader with omaga mikey and they are with each other and Mikey heat comes Unexpectedly ♦️

Pairings: Mikey x male reader

Warnings: Alpha male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/omega!Mikey, lots of pet names, clingy sex, public sex, biting, heat, knotting, brief mention of pregnancy, reader is called "sir + master"

It's a crisp, spring day and you are a humble alpha taking his little omega boyfriend out to the park. As usual, Mikey's first move is to find the food stalls and buy a snack to eat while you take a stroll. Something sweet, obviously. Because what's a daytime park date without a little sugar?

If you're lucky he might even share a bite with you (!!!!!!) without you asking! Your lips linger around Mikey's fingers for just a few seconds longer than they need to, and the omega feels a flush of warmth hit his body from the inside. He shrugs it off though, and your date continues over to a bench by the water.

“A lot of ducks here today, huh?” you comment. Eyeing the feathered creatures as a dozen or so glide along the water's surface.

Mikey looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “I didn't think anyone seemed that rude… that one kid even smiled as we passed them.”

You returned his puzzled expression with one of your own, until it clicked, and you snorted as you corrected him. “Ducks, Mikey,” pointing towards the water in front of you. “not dicks. You've got a dirty little mind today, dont'cha?”

“What do you mean?! That one mistake doesn't make me some pervert, like you think I am!” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and swiveling away from you.

Your boyfriend's childish nature is adorable sometimes (and annoying at others…) — huffing while he avoids eye contact, even turning his body away from you so he can pretend to be mad. Such a cutie~

“Uh-huh, sure.” you said sarcastically. “Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes when I "accidentally" sucked on your fingers earlier. Your mind went somewhere very naughty, and we both know it~” Your teasing turned the tips of Mikey's ears red in an instant, filling his mind with many ideas. In that moment, all the blood in his body rushed downward, causing his soft shaft to slowly swell and rise—creating a small bulge in the front of his pants.

As you turn your attention back to the natural world surrounding you, a soft whine makes your ear twitch. You glance over and notice the deep red taking over Mikey's cheeks and nose, and the way his fingers dig into the wood of the bench you're sitting on. “M-Mikey…?”

The utterance of his name sends another jolt straight to his cock, filling him with an unbearable heat that spreads to every last corner of his body. He's wheezing now, mouth open as ragged breaths come out and his chest heaves. You stare at the sudden new state of your partner in shock — is he getting a fever?! Is this spot too sunny?!

“Hey, babe, are you– are you alright?” you touch the back of your hand against his forehead, and it almost feels like Mikey got a terrible sunburn. “You're burning up! Uuuhh… should we move somewhere with shade?!”

“Lower… touch me lower pleeeaasee~ ” he whines. His thighs tense, rubbing together a bit as he tries not to let a glob of precum spill from his dick. “Please, sir… I need it– mMFhjkD–!! I need Master's touch…”

Wow. Ok, this is embarrassing! As your eyes scan your immediate surroundings, you find that most of the people are over towards the center of the park, or by the entrance. There are still a few people nearby though, and they could probably see or hear you if you do anything right here–

“Mikey, wh– are you…?” you're cut off by Mikey grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand into his pants, unzipping them so that you can fit your whole hand down there. His tiny cock has swelled so much, and the insides of his clothes are soaked already! There's a wet mess sliding down his thighs and pooling underneath his ass.

While you try not to alert any other park-goers, you discreetly palm your boyfriend underneath his clothes, rubbing at his entrance and nearly easing a finger in there. This alone causes your balls to tighten, and you sense something a bit more primal bubbling towards the surface as Mikey whimpers and thrusts his hips wildly — like an animal in heat.

“Mikey, why didn't you tell me your heat was coming on? We could have stayed home — taken care of this properly. The park could've waited.”

“I-I didn't– gnngh-! I didn't kn-know… I swear!” he stammers between noises of ecstasy. “OoOOohh mm~ yeah~ I didn't feel any-thiiing aaAhhH!! A-anything until after we got here… hnngh…” you have to quickly cover your boyfriend's mouth, lest he moan any louder and draw someone's attention.

Well, now that you're less concerned about his health, and you know why Mikey is red and a million degrees, now you have to make a quick decision — how are you going to take care of this? You could try to take him back home, where you'd have all the privacy possible to fuck him silly until this heat subsides. But, looking at the state your boyfriend is currently in, you don't see that working out very well. He's too far into this to walk that far… The park bathrooms aren't private enough, plus they're not all that clean. You guess…

“Pl-please please please please– it huuuurts…” Mikey cries, prying your hand away from his lips and trying to get both of your hands down his pants.

“No — zip these back up, quickly–”

“NONONONONO PLEASE—I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, MASTER, PLEASE–!!!” Mikey screams, clinging onto your arm like a child would to their parents when they don't want them to leave.

You slap a hand over Mikey's mouth again, nearly flying off of the bench to shush him. “SHH! Be quiet! I'm GOING to, but we can't do it right here! It's bad enough that someone probably saw us already… we're in public, Mikey! We can't just do it in front of an audience!”

Another pitiful whine reverberates into your palm, and the blond's black eyes well with tears as he reluctantly zips up his pants, feeling lonely without your hand on him.

“Get up, hold on to me if you need to.”

Mikey stumbles as you begin walking somewhere, wrapping his arms around your elbow and nuzzling his nose into the exposed skin. That little inhale of your scent has him clenching his legs together for a moment as a dribble of precum leaks out of his tip.

That whole display only causes your hormones to kick in further, bringing an uncomfortable wave of heat to your body now. It's all you can do to lead Mikey along until you come to a rather large hedge on the outer edge of the park, barely covered by a few trees and a fence on one side.

“Why are we… over here?” your little omega asks.

Before you answer, you scoop him up and lay him down on the grass. “Fixing our little "problem"—fuckin'… nngh-” you growl impatiently, “Look at what you did to me, honey…” the very obvious dick-shaped bulge in your pants made Mikey drool. His hands dig into the grass and dirt below him, and his legs spread instinctually.

“That's a good boy, but you gotta take your clothes off first, yeah?” you remind him. In a flash, your boyfriend has his pants and underwear off, only draped around one ankle. At the same time, you unzip yours and pull them down just enough to free your aching, throbbing cock.

“Ready for me?” Mikey nods vigorously, and you quickly line up your cock, pushing against his entrance with a bit of resistance. The slick coating his insides and sliding down his inner thighs helps greatly, though it is still a tight fit. Not that you're complaining, exactly — that tightness feels damn good for both of you.

The little omega opens his mouth to moan—or maybe scream—but not a sound comes out. Instead, his eyes simply glaze over while you bottom out in one thrust. “OoOOohH fuck-! Tight… so fuckin' tight for me…”

Instincts take over as you start humping Mikey's wet hole, already overwhelmed by having his soft, warm insides hug your cock. Primal as this all is, you also desperately cling to your boyfriend—overtaken by a primal love for him too. One hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face, while the other slides to the small of his back. “Mhm~ You feel so gooood, baby- ah! ah! ah! Fu-uck y-yeah–!” you drawl to the rhythm of your thrusts. Plowing Mikey's ass so hard that it kind of hurts your hips too.

The omega wraps his arms around the back of your neck, pulling your face closer until your lips brush against his skin. You nibble on his earlobe, and Mikey lets out a cute whimper as his eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. Nibbling turns to nipping at his neck, which then turns into sucking on the tender flesh — all while the blond moans louder than he probably should.

“Fuck! I'm gonna- hnngh–!!” Before you can even finish your sentence, a flood of thick, creamy cum fills up Mikey's hole. Painting his insides white as you bite down on his shoulder to stay quiet.

“M-more! Moremoremore~! Need… Alpha's cum~💛” his voice fades towards the end, and his small body slumps all at once as the last drops of cum spill into his unprotected hole.

You're barely able to hold yourself up, but you try to, so you don't crush your precious omega with your weight. Though your vision is spotty, you can still appreciate the sight of your darling boyfriend in his blissful state. You assume he's half unconscious already; until you start pulling out and Mikey perks up, whining out “Noooo… isss'not enough yet… need master's cock~”

A knot is already formed at the base of your shaft, and you're honestly not any softer even though you pumped a bucket load of semen into him. You certainly can't walk home like this…

“Yeah? Is this what you're needing, honey?” you ask, bringing one of Mikey's hands to the knot and letting him feel it. He gropes it, strokes it, and begs for you to put it back inside in such a loving voice. It's enough to make you feel bad about even thinking of stopping here.

“Anything for my baby boy~ Haah… wanna push it in yourself?” Mikey nods tiredly, guiding the rest of your dick back into his hole. Once the knot reaches his entrance, he holds onto your hips, and you begin thrusting again. “A little harder—here, I'll help ya.” you take Mikey's waist in your hands and pull him towards you as you thrust in.

The speed of your thrusts picks back up, and with enough effort from both of you, your knot eventually squeezes past his fucked out rim. “Oh god-! It's in! Fffuuck, Mikey… s'tighter than before-!!” As your bulky cock stretches his ass, you can already feel another orgasm coming.

Mikey pulls you down by the neck again, clinging to you—his lifeline, his sunshine, his stars, his galaxy, his entire world—and you return the embrace. His small body takes everything you have to offer as you greedily hump him, creating just enough friction to unload another round of cum into his womb. “Shit! Cumming! Mmhm, gonna breed you, Mikey~ Gonna breed my sweet omega–!!”

“Breed me! Please… mMMhgNm…” his muffled cries turn into whimpers as you up the ante with your breeding talk–

“Oh fuck-! Gonna knock you up, yeah? Fill your little tummy with kids?” between every powerful bump against Mikey's body, you affirm his deep-rooted desires. “You'll be a daddy after I'm finished with ya, sweetheart~”

—

You're not sure how many minutes pass, but what you are sure of is the fact that your knot hasn't gone away yet… it's still swollen, tethering you and your omega together and preventing you from leaving your hiding spot.

Mikey is all but passed out under you, and it's still early enough in the day — it's not like you need to rush out of the park, sooooo… you guess you're just going to lay here until you can safely pull out.

In the meantime, what's the harm in admiring your boyfriend while he naps? After all, his soft features look even prettier after you had them twisting in pleasure~

[sunflower-author]

Yandere Bonten x Reader

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The reader is Gender neutral in this!!

TW: Sewer slide attempt, attempt drug use,

Bonten Timeline, where Bonten has kept you in the penthouse for a LONG time, and out of spite from every horrible thing they have ever done, you decide not to speak to them out of resentment Bottling up all your emotions. Hoping that they will eventually grow bored of you and either let you go or finally end your suffering.

One day, in particular, everything that you had been bottling up has finally reached its breaking point...

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“Y/N, go get your hairbrush on the bathroom counter please, I can tell you didn’t brush your hair this morning,” Kakucho said, sitting down on the couch right beside you.

Ever since Mikey said that he prefers your hair long, you were forced to grow it out. You can’t say you like it, but at least it hides all of the ugly marks on your neck and body from them…

Everyone else just goes with it; whatever Mikey says goes. It is unsure if the others like your hair as much as he does, but no matter what, they sure do act like it.

Getting up, then making your way to the main bathroom everyone uses, spotting the black brush, then grabbing it, and just as you were about to leave it caught your eye.

A little orange bottle with a white childproof cap. Slowly picking it up, you begin to realize that it is one of Sanzu’s many drugs. He must have left it here on accident, rushing for his mission today.

Bad day for him, but amazing for someone like yourself.

There is a good amount of pills in this container, and knowing Sanzu, only carrying around the ‘best’ (strongest) on him. He could drain this dry and it still wouldn’t be enough for someone like him.

This would be enough to kill any normal person, especially someone who has been clean for over a few years.

Slowly opening the cap, pouring the rest of the bottle in hand. Then quickly raise all of it to your mouth, only to have a hand grip your wrist.

You don't even need to turn to know who it is.

“I can’t even leave you alone for a minute before you end up doing something dangerous, put it down,” Kakucho says as he sighs. Physically, there is no chance against Kakucho.

Putting your arm down slightly to put the pills back in the bottle, while you are doing that, Kakucho’s grip softens little by little.

Once the cap is closed, you turn to look at him dazed.

“I won’t tell anyone… but if I catch you doing that again, I’m telling everyone,” he says, as he takes the pill bottle. Nodding your head yes, you just grab the brush as you both walk back to the couch.

After settling down, he starts to brush your hair. “Honestly what were you thinking? Did you just want to be on drugs or something, or was that a serious attempt?” he asks, sighing again.

“Listen I know that you hate your life here. But is it truly that bad? You can have whatever you want, having Kokonoi and Takeomi buy you anything you could dream, Sanzu would literally do anything for you, Mocchi would always listen to your rants when you talked, Ran and Rindou well they argue a lot but are fun to watch too… I try my best… even if you don’t see it…” his words are slow and cold.

“I admit that I am just as guilty as the rest of them, and everything we do is for your safety… even if you don't think it is… that is the truth…You may despise us for the rest of your life, but as long as we can keep you safe, that is what matters…” At this point, he seems to be pouring his heart out…

Sadden asks, “Do you hate me…? For doing all of this?” Shocked you shook your head no… Kakucho did nothing… all he ever did was follow orders, even if he hurt you and others, he is not to blame, you know that he feels guilty for everything he has done. After all, you have always felt slight empathy towards Kakucho, he is the kindest out of all of Bonten.

“Will you please talk to me again,” He begs more than questions, you just shrug, leaving that as that. “Is life better now, than when it was when you first was brought here?” he asks, you reply with a simple nod. “That’s good at least, although I can imagine that it was like hell, the first few days,” he responds. Try the first few weeks…

After a good handful of questions, he pauses for a few seconds like he is thinking, confused, you tilted your head back and looked at him. Suddenly it is like the lightbulb rang for him.

“Would you be willing to respond to me, with more specific answers, if I have you write it down? That way you wouldn’t have to speak?” he says, nodding your head yes. He rushes out of the room to grab something.

When he is back, he has an iPad in hand, pulling out the stylist pen, he gives the pen to you as he sits on the couch. Looking at the Ipad it is already in drawing mode. “Now… why don’t you talk?” he asks.

‘I wanted to punish you guys for everything you ever did to me. I thought if you guys assumed I was broken, maybe I would find a way, to not live like this, even a peaceful death would be ideal.’

When he was reading this you could tell that he was stunned unsure of how to respond he just asked another question. “How long are you going to keep this up?”

You write, ‘Until I can be free, or at least have some freedom’

“I can talk with Mikey…” You both know that the conversation will be a waste of time for both Kakucho and Mikey, but he can still try if he wants to.

‘You’re a good person Kakucho, compared to everyone else you have the most empathy. Plus you only follow orders, due to your loyalty. I know you mean no harm to me, even if it is for better or worse, truthfully if it was just you and me I would talk to you.’ You wrote down.

“What do you mean? We are alone,” he states. Just two words I write down, ‘security cameras’ After he reads that he says, “Oh I forgot about that…,” as he looks up around the room looking at the cameras.

“I know you think we are being excessive with everything, but you have to know, we are doing everything we can to protect you… we know everything about you… there are no secrets that are kept between us…” He takes a longing pause. He is quiet… too quiet, Shit you have a bad feeling about this…

He sighs thinking, then turns to you. “Y/N… you know that Bonten made a pact to keep no secrets, and to take care of you… and today you just tried to overdose with Sanzu’s drugs… This is not just a small secret I would be hiding from them. This is about your life you could have died today if I wasn’t there to catch you... I’m sorry but I will have to tell them. I care about you and your safety… this is something I can’t hide from them.” he says looking down in shame.

This fucker… If he tells them you would be on a tighter leash than before. Things would be like how they were when they first took me. There is no way in hell you are starting back at the bottom. You have worked your way by playing nice, then the silent treatment, which they all hate. If you are back at the bottom it will take months til you can just freely walk around this building.

You know what… Fuck it you had already told him too much if you go out... You're going out with a bang. This is just a lot to grasp… This is to be expected from Sanzu, Ran, Mochi… But Kakucho?... Kakucho is too loyal for his own fucking good.

Blinded by rage, standing up you yell. “You’re Just As Fucked Up As The Rest Of Them,” After saying it is weird… your voice doesn’t sound like your voice, it is weak, and not as loud as you would have wanted to say it… Fuck... You messed up your vocal cords.

Looking at Kakucho in a brief second, he is taken aback. Your voice shocked him and yourself. Just wanting to leave and go into the bedroom.

However... As you turn you see the rest of the Bonten members, standing by the door, in pure shock. That gives you enough information, to know that they heard you.

Well, fuck….

A few moments of silence fall upon us until you finally dare to try to walk away. Only taking a few steps before a voice was heard. “Hold on Y/N, come over,” Great and that was Mikey…

You are immediately making your way infront of him and the group. “You talk to Kakucho, but not me,” he says voice filled with hurt. Should you dig myself deeper into this mess?

“I’m sorry, Mikey…” you weakly manage out, after yelling at Kakucho, you need to rest my vocal cords, your voice is hoarse, and it hurts so much the others can tell, to the point some flinch once they hear. But it doesn’t matter, you could be feeling the worst pain ever, and as long as you're alive and breathing they would be okay with that.

“So what? That is all you have to say? We heard you talk, give up your little tantrum, and talk to us, I knew you would break… longer than I anticipated but you still broke,” Ran says, wanting to hear you talk, after not hearing your voice for over a few years, judging the room they all want to hear it too.

Did this Bitch not just hear me talk? What else would he want me to say? Is he truly such a fucking sadist that he wants to hear me struggle to talk? you begin to think.

Well, in that case, you plan on saying something to him loud and clear.

“You know what? Fuck you Ran, I have been wanting to say that for so long now, you are such a manipulative shit, you really think I didn’t see through all your bullshit, how you think of yourself as a god… you think you are so great… you are just a sadist, who cheats, and contributes to nothing…. It is only because of your ‘respect’ which was beating up kids younger than you, were you feared, without beating up helpless kids, you ought to be nothing, you would still be at the bottom of Roppongi in jail, with all of the failures,” you say holding my throat, trying not to breathe hard.

“Calm down Y/N, you know it is just Ran being Ran,” You are not sure if Rindou is being sincere in saying this or saying this just to shut you up. At this point you don’t give a fuck, you're already pissed.

“You think you’re any better Rindou? the only reason people see you as a nice person is that everyone compares you to Ran. Since I can remember people have been blinded by Ran, all overlooking just how cruel, and cold-hearted you are. You are just a follower, doing whatever Ran tells you to do, following blindly behind him. To the point where all you will ever be… is your big brother’s shadow…” Your voice is getting softer and softer, Shit, you worry, just how much longer will you still be able to talk?

“Your voice is getting worse, stop talking Y/N,” Kokonoi says concerned.

“You wanna be next?” You ask “Because you-,” Just like that, you couldn’t even finish your sentence before starting a coughing fit. After catching your breath, and notice just how sore your throat is, feeling like the after-effect of overusing it, pained to the point where it hurts to breathe.

Seeing your vision start to blur, starting to tear up. You have no idea why… What is wrong with you? Is it the pain? Or are you just being emotional all of a sudden? Why do they all have to be here? Do they think you're weak now? What is wrong with everything? How did things end up like this?...

Feeling arms wrap around you. Freezing, but then recognizing it is Kakucho. Even when you curse at him, he is here comforting you. You can’t hate him but you can’t love him. All you can do is accept him, and that is exactly what you did, at that moment.

Breathing out a breath, you didn't realize that you were holding. Relaxing your shoulders, and body, turning into his chest, not being able to handle all of their cruel stares. No matter how hard you try, tears won't stop falling…You can just feel their eyes burning your back.

“What are you guys all staring at? You all are acting like children watching a movie, Y/N has never shown any emotion for over a year, and when they finally do, all you guys plan to do is watch. They are breaking down in Kakucho’s arms,” Akashi says, breaking the tension and silence.

Always count on Akashi to be an adult when situations become grim.

“We’ll all talk together on the couch…” Mikey says, hearing his footsteps go, and the others follow behind him, as they fade. You feel Kakucho gently push you, away from him.

“Ready to follow?” he whispers. Nodding your head yes, as you slowly walk to the coach, Everyone is sitting down, and Mikey motions you to sit between him and Akashi the only other two that can keep a calm mind, no matter what goes down.

At this point, you've stopped crying, but your nose and eyes were still red, and once you sat down all hell broke loose.

“I think that Y/N should get punished for talking to me like that,” “They are hurting enough, what they said was nothing, compared to what your victims say to you,” “And I kill them for it,” “Stop being such a big baby Ran, just man up,” “Oh I know you did not just tell me to ‘man up’, being the only one that doesn’t even get their hands dirty,” “Oh? Do you want your little allowance cut?” “I swear to God, Koko if you-”

“Enough,” Mikey says, everyone is still, no one dares disobey the leader after all.

Mikey then looks at Akashi signaling something, then Akashi looks at you. Confused you wait until he says.

“Now Y/N I know you're in pain, but what you said to Ran and Rindou was uncalled for, completely immature, and you knew that were their… weak points, you need to apologize to them,” Akashi says, careful of his words.

“I’m sorry… Rindou… Ran,” you say looking down, in a low tone, your voice still scratchy.

“What was that? It was hardly sincere and he could at least talk loud enough for me to understand,” Ran complains.

Seeing Akashi give you a look, you knowingly sigh. Looking up at Ran in the eyes, hatefully “I'm sorry… Ran” louder, hearing the anger and strain almost raspyness. Then turning to his brother, calming yourself, you softly say “Sorry,” being earnest.

Just as the older brother is about to say something, Akashi cuts him off saying “Ran,” in a warning tone. Ran ends up rolling his eyes, and he leans back more on the couch.

“Now Y/N…” You hear Mikey say, grabbing everyone's attention.

“Do you or Kakucho want to explain what happened today? Especially for you to lose your temper like that?” He asks intrigued about what happened, he has not normally shown this much emotion for quite some time, putting everyone more on edge.

Looking at Kakucho in a warning, begging way, for him not to tell them. Kokonoi, being the observant person he is notices. “Oh? It must be good to have you looking at Kakucho like that…” Right when Koko says that all the other's eyes are on you. Fuck…. Just great…. you think.

Looking down, ignoring their stares, waiting for Kakucho to say something.

“Today, Y/N went to the bathroom to grab their hairbrush… they were taking a bit longer than normal… so I went to see what the problem was… and when I looked in the room…” He pauses, feeling uncomfortable.

“Well hurry up what happened?” “It can’t be ‘that’ bad… can it?” “Just spit it out already,” “Kakucho…” Mikey says softly, not demanding, but reassuring, and manipulative… he can be gentle.. When he wants to…

Kakucho then takes out the pill bottle, tossing it to Sanzu only for it to be caught, by Akashi. “I found him about to take the rest of the pills in the bottle,” he finally says. Sanzu starts to pale, knowing he’s in trouble.

Everyone else, looks at Sanzu, like they're about to kill him… I wouldn’t be against that…

“The rest of these you say Kakucho? Sanzu…Just 5 at once would have killed them… Nevertheless the rest of this bottle… you were careless…" Akashi says looking at Sanzu, but then he continues.

"Almost getting Y/N killed… But then again... Who knew,” he says now turning to you.

”They would be so suicidal,”

(IDK HOW TO END THIS... PLZ LMK IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS;))

[emilsendo]

Can make Mikey x top male reader fluff/smut/fluff/smut

Here you are, pal 😃

Type: Fluff/Smut

Request: ✅️

Warnings: Public sex(alley), sex on motorcycle, all characters 18+, sub!Mikey, dom!Reader, gay, cumming inside(they are healthy), late at night, swearing, etc.

Author: Sorry if it's too long or feels rushed🫠 I hope you like it anyway, if you want me to change something you're free to ask.

Scenario: Mikey couldn't sleep at night, so he went to your house and suggest you an "innocent" ride on his motorcycle.

The rumble of an engine cut through the quiet night, low and familiar. You didn’t even have to check the window, you knew that sound better than your own heartbeat.

Mikey.

With a lazy stretch, you wandered toward the front door, flipping the porch light on just as he killed the engine. His bike gleamed under the street lamps, chrome catching the moonlight. He straddled it easily, one hand on the throttle, the other pulling off his helmet to reveal a wild mess of blond hair and a grin that spelled trouble.

"You gonna keep staring or you gonna get your ass out here?" he called, voice carrying across the yard.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You know it's like two in the morning, right?"

He shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Couldn't sleep. Figured you'd be up."

Mikey kicked the stand down and swung off the bike, sauntering up your walkway like he owned the place. His jacket was half-zipped, exposing the sharp lines of his collarbone, and his boots scuffed softly against the concrete.

"Come ride with me," he said once he was close enough to touch, his voice dropping into something smoother, more persuasive.

You raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

He just smirked, tilting his head like you’d asked something ridiculous. "Does it matter?"

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched up. With Mikey, it never really mattered. Wherever he went, chaos and beauty followed.

Without waiting for your answer, he stepped closer, his hand brushing your hip lightly. "Come on," he murmured, a whisper just for you. "Just us. Just the road. You and me."

There was something in his eyes... wild and boyish, but also lonely, like the night was too big for him to face alone.

You sighed dramatically, grabbing your jacket from the hook beside the door. "You're lucky you're cute, Sano."

Mikey's grin widened like he'd won a prize. "I know."

As you locked the door behind you, he tossed you a helmet, hopping back onto his bike with easy grace. When you slid onto the seat behind him, his body relaxed instantly, like you were the missing piece he'd been searching for all night.

He glanced over his shoulder, smirk still in place. "Hold on tight."

You barely had time to wrap your arms around his waist before he kicked the bike into gear and peeled off into the night, laughter tearing from his throat like a battle cry.

Your ride lasted an hour because the hungry guy aka Mikey had a 5 minute discussion with you to stop and eat something. Of course, this childish cutie chose some sweets and forced you to share yours several times or he would whine like a child.

After eating your snacks, this time you took the controls of the motorcycle. (Mainly because Manjiro wanted to feel your warmth by hugging you. It's his comfort place)

The wind roared past you, whipping your jacket and stinging your cheeks as the motorcycle tore down the empty highway. Mikey leaned forward against you, his arms tight around your waist, his chin pressed between your shoulder blades. The hum of the engine, the scent of asphalt and sea air — it all blurred together into something intoxicating.

For a while, neither of you said a word. It was just the road, the stars scattered above like lazy witnesses, and Mikey's steady heartbeat where his chest met your back.

Eventually, he tapped your side — his silent signal.

"Pull over," he called over the engine noise, voice muffled against your jacket.

You eased off the throttle and rolled into a patch of field off the road, letting the bike growl to a stop. Crickets sang around you. The moon hung low and swollen, washing the world in silver.

Mikey slid off the bike first, stretching his arms overhead with a loud, exaggerated groan. His blond hair was a mess, his grin even messier. "You're slow," he teased, tugging off his helmet and tossing it onto the seat.

"You just can't sit still," you shot back, stepping off beside him.

Mikey cocked his head, lips curling into that familiar, cocky smile. "Maybe I'm just excited," he said, stepping closer, his fingers catching in your jacket. "Or maybe I just missed you."

Before you could answer, he tugged you down by the collar and kissed you — all teeth and mischief at first, a spark of adrenaline still running hot in him from the ride. You caught his hips, steadying him against you as he nipped at your bottom lip, daring, playful, asking. He tasted like the night air, like candy and trouble. The kiss deepened. Mikey pressed against you more insistently, fingers bunching in your shirt like he couldn't stand the distance. His body was warm, electric under your hands. His cocky little smirk faltered when you bit gently at his throat, making him shudder against you.

"You always act so tough," you murmured against his skin, dragging your hands down his sides. You just love the feeling of his slim but still toned waist.

"And you love it," he breathed out, voice already shaky.

You pushed him back gently until his back hit his motorcycle, the cool metal making him hiss and squirm. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide — needy, wrecked already and you hadn't even touched him properly yet.

"Let me," he whispered, tugging you closer by the belt loops, "just—" You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any lower. Causing Mikey to pout and frown. He doesn't like being told no. Unless it's you.

"A-A-A. Don't touch without permission. You really can't help yourself, huh? touching me in the middle of the street..." You said with low tone, so he could feel shame in his behavior. But he didn't. It's Mikey after all.

“Then why don’t you take your good boy somewhere…” The shorter man’s other hand traveled down to your crotch, pressing lightly to feel the outline of your dormant member. "Private?" the black-eyed man added, his voice suggestive as if he wanted to provoke something from you, and his eyes filled with passion to encourage you to act.

You groaned throatily, feeling the tightness forming in yours pants and boxers, looking around covertly to see if anyone was coming before you grabbed his hand and his motorcycle. Leading them to the nearest dark alley.

Mikey giggles at your sudden outburst, he didn't even have to try! He knew you wouldn't last long under the provocation. Adrenaline shot through his blood, knowing you both were going to do it RIGHT NOW in this dirty alley.

"AHHHhh~" Mikey let out a loud moan, throwing his head back, holding onto your hair as you were between his legs, giving him the best blowjob imaginable as he sat on his motorcycle. Your hand held his thigh steady, tightening your grip on him to keep him from expressing his pleasure too loudly. Not like it helps. Your boyfriend can be a little too loud than he need to be... Your firm lips were wrapped around his dick, your tongue skillfully licking the tip and base, wetting him more than possible. Pre-cum was leaking out of Mikey like crazy, perfect proof that your skills were too much for him. Not even 3 minutes had passed and he already felt like he was going to explode in your mouth. He was so good for you...he moans, whines, shakes and arches at your beck and call, always ready for you. He NEEDS a reward. He was already without his Toman jacket and white T-shirt, nipples abused from your earlier sucking and nibbing all red and hard.

"Babyy~ Lemme cum....! Your mouth is soooo good, pwwweaseee." he whined desperately, holding back his thrusts into your warm and wet mouth, his tongue hanging out and his eyes half rolled back, cheeks turning pink from the intense feeling of euphoria. Still holding onto your hair, because at this point it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Your hand on his thigh now felt like fuel to the fire, fueling the fire in his body, feeling like your property.

"Nuh-uh." you declined with a teasing smile, but also with love and flirtation in your eyes that made Mikey's stomach do backflips.

"You're ready for me, aren't you?" you asked sarcastically after giving him one last suck and then pulling away from his hard-on. Mikey whined desperately, releasing your grip on your (h/c) hair, already knowing what to do. The blond nodded stupidly, standing up from his CB205T and then turning his back to you, sticking his ass up and his stomach press into the seat of the motorcycle.

"Good boy." You said before spanking Mikey's ass, making him chuckle again through his moan. Already numb from the euphoria and need of begin wrecked. You pulled your pants all the way down, they fell to your ankles and you grabbed your boyfriend by the hips, teasing him with the tip of your hard and heavy dick.

"Oh c'mon! Put it inside me already, I want to feel everything so much that everything hurts." he said frustrated, pushing his ass towards you, this time he was teasing you with his wet and tight hole. Then you slid into his hole, which was already widened from the stimulation of your fingers earlier, stretching his walls so that you could enter completely. Mikey closed his eyes and bit his lower lip lightly, burying his face in his folded arms.

"Yeahhhh~ That's it...Fuck me!"

You fucked him like that for a few minutes, hitting his prostate to the point where Mikey thought he would pass out from the pressure in his head and lower stomach. Allowing you to use him in every way possible without any unnecessary conflict. Because who needed conflict when his brain was being dissolved into space at that moment.

"Fuck, Mikey... You're clenching around me so tight~ Argh..." you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Speeding up the thrusts of your hips, which only made the blond moan louder. You had already come in him a few times, giving better conditions for faster tempo and deeper penetration. The boy beneath you looked absolutely majestic, shaking all over, body hot and wet with sweat, marked by your teeth. Eyes completely unfocused on anything, and tears were running down his cheeks. Not to mention those juicy moans and sounds he made himself, and those his body made connected to yours.

You picked him up without removing yourself from him, then turned him around to look at you. Manjiro didn't protest, wrapping his strong yet shaky legs around your waist.

Mikey's breathy moans broke the silence of the night, soft and sweet as you pound him against the bike this time in missionary position, his body pliant under your hands, wanting. His fingers scrabbled against your jacket, legs locking around your waist to drag you closer, closer, closer—deeper.

Afterward, you stayed like that for a while, tangled up beside the bike, the smell of grass and leather clinging to the night. Mikey curled into your side, jacket half-slipped off his shoulder, his face buried against your chest.

"Next time," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction, "I'm taking a charge"

You snorted, kissing the top of his head. "Not a chance, blondie."

He just grinned against your skin, holding you tighter, like if he let go, the night would disappear.

Once you both got back into your clothes, you got back on the bike after you'd wheeled it out of the alley. (More like YOU since Mikey just sat there with shaking legs.) You rode back to your spot together, washed up in the romantic atmosphere of candles and rose water, and then went to sleep in your warm bed.

However, the black-eyed boy had other intentions. He dozed off for a moment in your arms, and when he woke up and saw your handsome and relaxed face, he smiled slyly through his sleep. He began kissing your bare, muscular chest, slowly going down to your V-line. Ignoring whether you were asleep or slowly waking up. Manjiro got under the covers, his fingers slowly and precisely pulling down your pajama bottoms, exposing everything below. Despite the fact that you had sex many times before, he still felt the same emotions before he even touched you. Pink and slightly swollen lips from earlier, began to give light kisses along the shaft, wrapping around your tip to make you hard again.

Your reaction is up to you :) in total you have one possible option to choose from: Wreck him.

The only thing I can promise you is that Mikey is very much in love with you. He doesn't do such intimate things just like that, it requires trust and complete commitment from him. So if you happen to get crazy, don't forget to tell him that you love him very much. He needs it more than he thinks.

Love this man ❤️

[reissancesstuff]

“Boss Is Smiling... What Happened Last Night?”

Genre: Crack | Domestic Fluff | Teasing

Characters: Bonten Mikey x fem!Reader

The Bonten HQ was unusually peaceful that morning. No yelling, no tension, no blood.

Even more shocking—Mikey walked in smiling.

Not the neutral, unreadable smirk he usually wore like armor.

No.

A genuine, relaxed smile. Hands in his pockets. Hair slightly tousled. The faintest mark on his neck (no one dared point that out).

The rest of Bonten blinked like owls.

“…Am I hallucinating?” Ran muttered, nudging Rindou with his elbow. “Is he smiling?”

Rindou leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. “Something’s off. He’s either planning a massacre… or he got laid.”

Kakucho coughed into his hand to hide a laugh. “He’s humming. He never hums.”

“Should we ask?” Mochi whispered.

“Do you want to die?” Takeomi deadpanned.

The door opened again, and you walked in, wearing Mikey’s hoodie, hair still a little messy, cheeks flushed from the morning chill. You carried a bento bag in one hand.

The boys collectively stared.

“Good morning,” you greeted sweetly.

“Morning, (Y/N)-chan,” they chorused like students greeting a teacher.

Mikey walked over, plucked the bento from your hand with one hand and placed his other around your waist, pulling you in without hesitation.

The others watched as Mikey kissed your temple.

Right. In. Front. Of. Them.

Koko dropped his pen.

“…So it was sex,” Rindou whispered under his breath.

You blinked. “Hm?”

“Nothing!” they all said in unison.

You tilted your head but didn’t question it, smiling softly at your husband. “I put extra rice in yours.”

“Good,” Mikey said. “You’ll need to feed me later.”

“Oh,” you blinked, flustered. “O-okay.”

The rest of Bonten silently screamed.

As you left the room, Mikey turned back to them.

“What?”

Everyone straightened like soldiers.

“Nothing, boss!”

But once he left too, the silence broke.

Ran leaned in. “Who knew the key to keeping Mikey sane… was literally keeping him satisfied.”

Rindou groaned. “I’ll never look at bento rice the same again.”

[ambitiouspotions]

THE LAST STRAW | MICHAEL BERZATTO | ONESHOT

summary — mikey has pushed you to your breaking point

word count — 4.6k

warnings — angst, addiction, suggestive speech, domestic dispute/heated argument, police involvement, mikey’s death

author’s note — *cough* anyways

mikey was late; that was the first annoyance you had encountered tonight. you sat at a table near the bar as you and your friends took turns taking shots as more people filtered in to come and send you their birthday praises. you had on one of those ridiculous sashes and tiaras to accompany your fringe skirt and sequined top. that outfit was the last thing you thought you would find yourself in, but your friends insisted that you looked like a shining gem. they insisted that you had been working too hard and needed to let loose for a night, and they were right you had been working too hard and entirely too much.

the moment richie and tiffany entered you looked at them with pleading eyes hoping they knew where your elusive boyfriend was. your only desire now was that when, or if, mikey did show up he wouldn't be riding the high of a lifetime off of unlabeled painkillers. you hated when he gave you that smug look that only accompanied him when he had taken his sweet release.

richie went to the bar, ordered them drinks, and chatted with the bartender, like mikey he always knew everyone. probably why they always made good friends, both of them chatty, boisterous, and friendly.

you had been frequently checking your phone in hopes that you had missed some call or text explaining where he was. the sad fact was that this wasn't uncommon; it was almost second nature, but you thought after begging him to be on time he would've followed through.

“hey, sweets,” tiffany said comfortingly as she took a seat next to you, nursing a cup of iced water. she was in the early stages of her pregnancy, but still wanted to be there for your birthday. tiffany had been the reason you had met mikey in the first place. she had invited you to richie’s birthday bar crawl so many years ago, and mikey was of course there. you couldn't keep your eyes off of him, and for once in his life, he realized that having a steady girlfriend might not be a bad thing. mikey was a loud roar, but you seemed to bring him down to a low growl. mikey and you had been virtually inseparable since the moment you connected, and richie was proud that his wife was able to find someone for his best friend.

“hey tiffy, you feeling any better?” you questioned, taking into account the dark circles under her eyes. the quirky blonde seemed to have lost some of her spunk due to her pregnant state.

“no, but tonight isn't about me. it’s about you,” she pulled you in close, placing her cheek against yours as she embraced you, making a faint smooching noise. “i know mikey isn't here yet, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't be smiling; it’s not about him tonight.”

she was reinforcing that narrative well. it was your birthday. a night where you could finally relax without worrying about deadlines at work, wanting to strangle the patrons of the beef, or having any real responsibility.

“can i still be pissed he's not here and pissed that your baby makes you feel like shit?” you jest, rubbing her stomach lovingly.

“you can be pissed after you have a good time tonight,” tiffany kissed your cheek.

mikey came in, greeting your friends at the closest table near the door. he was looking for you; spotting that glitter tiara you were sporting was easy enough. he was fiddling with his hair as he inched closer through the crowded bar. he was in his normal clothing attire, a shirt from the restaurant and jeans. he didn't shave, his stubble present and rough.

tiffany waved him down, though upon seeing him your expression dropped. that look. it was there. that smirk when he finally laid eyes on you made your skin crawl.

“hey! my birthday girl!” mikey exclaimed, taking you into his arms. he pressed large kisses against your temple, smoothing over your hair. not only was he late, but he was high. now you wanted to get through the night; you didn't want to enjoy it; you wanted it to end. “sorry i was late; the meat guy got behind on his deliveries.”

you knew it was a lie. it was saturday night, and the meat shipment came every monday morning. he knew you'd be too embarrassed to out him in public.

you put on that fake smile that had been plaguing all of your photos together over the last two years. “it’s fine,” you assured him, leaning into his side, keeping that sweet act up in front of everyone who came to celebrate your birthday.

so like every night you wanted to compromise, more like coerce yourself into agreeing that your peace and sanity would only come from ignoring mikey's drug-induced state. even that logic was thrown out of the window when mikey's famous storytelling surfaced.

your group of friends gathered around, pulling up extra chairs from the other tables as mikey talked. he was always good at talking and making a memorable impression. you were sitting in his lap with his chin on your shoulder, being entirely too loud disregarding the fact that he was so close to your ear.

one of your coworkers, rachel, from the office, had been recounting the time of the annual halloween party. rachel had teased that you were the ‘fox’ of the office and that party had people on their toes seeing that you could get fixed up. she meant it in good fun, but mikey took it a step further.

“oh, hell, speaking of foxes, this thing, miss birthday girl, drives me crazy,” he insisted, with only one of his arms around your waist as he waved his free hand to talk. he lifted his head, situating you further into his lap. he didn't mind rachel's story, if anything it was another opportunity to brag. you, on the other hand, were trying to shimmy out of his lap to reach for the oversized fishbowl margarita hat richie and tiffany had purchased you as your birthday gift. the way mikey started talking only proved that you needed to be tipsy to contain your annoyance.

“she's a total smokeshow,” mikey finally understood the hint, letting you stand as he playfully slapped your ass as you stood. he was commenting like you weren't standing in front of him. you were now wedged between tiffany and rachel as you took a long sip of your drink. tiffany was rubbing your lower back as mikey continued to speak. mikey's eyes wandered around to everyone at the table, barely looking at you.

“this one time for valentine's day i got her those little panties with my name on the back of them. holy fuck,” mikey began again, as richie started laughing. you swallowed hard. suddenly your stomach was churning, you couldn't even continue to drink. you knew this story; you lived it. that stupid red thong with thick silver rhinestone letters across the band. with richie laughing that means he already told him one of the most embarrassing moments of your sex life. now, mikey was about to reveal it to your friends and coworkers in a public bar.

“mikey,” you interjected before he could continue on his tangent. it wasn't rude, but your tone of voice was more serious than it had been. he never shut his mouth when he was high. mikey's filter was long gone the moment he took those painkillers before arriving.

“what? no, it was funny,” mikey brushed you off. “y/n, had them on while i was hittin’ it, ya know, maybe it was more of a lil’ gift to myself, watching that ass bounce should be considered a fuckin’ crime, ya get me?” he took a beer bottle from richie's hand, leaning back in his chair casually.

“no, mikey, come on,” you gave a nervous laugh, setting your jumbo fruity drink behind you.

was he really going to keep continuing? he was going to push aside two warnings without a care.

he ignored you this time, looking at one of your male coworkers, aaron, on the other side of the table who was enjoying the other stories mikey had spouted so far. “okay, so i was convinced i could actually have a piece of cake for valentine's, right? like, man, you feel me right, that ass on valentine's day? yes, please,” he rambled, causing aaron to agree with a belly laugh and nod.

“okay, okay, you definitely understand. so i spit in my hand while i'm railin’ her and i'm trying’ to push my–”

“hey,” tiffany blurted out. “michael, i think you need to pick a different story. there are other people in this bar other than just us.” she didn't want to outwardly say that he was the cause of some of the awkward looks from your other co-workers, much less how embarrassed you were.

“tiff it isn't even that bad,” mikey claimed, taking a swig of his beer, and shaking his hand to remove the condensation after. “yeah, so i barely even put two fingers in her ass and she started screamin’. ‘bear, what the hell?! you gotta give me some warning!’” he was making an awful impression of your voice only adding to more of your embarrassment. he was telling this to people you worked with, and even at events like this when you weren't always professional to each other it was out of line.

you were now looking down at your heels; wondering how much longer you had until you would break. tiffany was tugging at the waistband of your skirt trying to remind you that she was there as she glared at richie for still laughing. more of a deathly, sharp stare that spoke ‘why would you keep laughing with the asshole who is making my friend upset?’

“i was tryin’ to take my fingers back out when she was tryin’ to pull away and she puked, fuckin’ everywhere.”

“yep, i threw up, are you done now?” your tone was snappy causing mikey's head to whip back to your sparkly figure.

“no, i wasn't done,” he was testing you, acting like he was the innocent party in this situation.

you were going to say something else, but due to the sudden tension between you and mikey more people only began to become more uncomfortable. suddenly a group of your coworkers that had carpooled together were affectionately patting your arm and bidding you goodbye. just like that the group was dwindling and you could do nothing other than watch them go. at least now they wouldn't be subjected to potential arguments, other stories, or mikey's erratic behavior.

tiffany was looking at you like she had seen a ghost.

“um, since we are going to brunch tomorrow, i think i better turn in too. i don't want to be too hungover to enjoy our rich girl shit,” your banter with tiffany was less playful than it usually sounded. you didn't want to keep standing in the bar with less and less of your friends who were simply too embarrassed to leave. you needed to get home.

“yeah, just text me, uh, happy birthday,” tiffany pulled you in tightly. her heart was aching for you.

the moment you and mikey were confined in your apartment you locked yourself in the bathroom. the sequined outfit was rubbing your armpits and hips raw from the rough material.

“ya gettin’ all sexy for me in there?” mikey questioned, lightly knocking on the door as he leaned against the wall. “hey, really though, you mad at me, dolcezza?”

you opened the door as you were twirling the end of your hair to create a loose updo fastened with a claw clip. “you can't be serious,” you scoffed, tying the string of your pajama shorts.

“i can lay some excellent pipe for your birthday, don't worry,” he said, holding your waist and pulling you into his chest, one of his hands resting on the curve of your ass.

what a wonderful and considerate gift, michael.

“you embarrassed me in front of the people i work with,” you knew that wasn't the only reason you were upset; you had a list, but you didn't want to lay into him on your birthday. you wanted to sleep. you didn't even have a buzz from the liquor you consumed to try and lessen your upset. you thought it would be easier to ignore him for the rest of the night.

“don't start, it was funny and you got offended because you're sensitive,” mikey’s nose was buried in your hair as he spoke. your entire body was tense, a sour taste being left in your mouth as he spoke. “and don't get me wrong you're sensitive and i love that about you, but come on, everyone was having a good time except for you.”

“they didn't know what else to do, you were making everyone uncomfortable,” you couldn't believe he dared to try and defend his actions right now. you had pulled away from him, now sitting yourself on the edge of the unmade bed. you were trying your best not to get worked up, but mikey was not de-escalating the situation.

“oh, so i'm the bad guy now? dolcezza, be serious, you're just worked up because i was late and it put you in a bad mood.” mikey was pushing your emotions aside again, still trying to keep up his playful mood. he stood in front of you, his thumbs stuck into his denim pockets.

“you promised me you would be on time,” you were plucking at a loose thread on the grey sheets, kicking your foot nervously. your voice was low, knowing no matter what you said mikey would have an excuse, snarky remark, or some sort of half-assed apology.

“dolcezza,” mikey shrugged, looking to the ceiling. “ya gotta understand i’m busy. the restaurant keeps me held up and—”

“mikey, you were high when you walked in and then you lied to me…you’re still lying to me.”

“no, come on, i was trying to figure out how to get the gas line fixed, and then, fuck, i got stressed okay? i just needed something to take the edge off.”

you didn't know how truthful he was being, but what you did know is that no matter what it ended with him popping a couple of pills.

“i think i’m done,” you confessed, looking through him to the wall behind him.

“what’s that s’pose to mean?” he was scratching the back of his neck, so smug, yet you could tell he was panicking. his breath halted and his eyes were having trouble focusing now.

“i mean i can’t keep pretending like everything is fine when it’s not.”

“maybe you should start talkin’ to me and you wouldn't feel that way.”

you now held your gaze onto mikey, finally being able to pluck the loose thread from the sheets. you were twirling it tightly around your index fingertip, only releasing it when it felt tingly.

“maybe you should start listening,” your eyebrows furrowed. you had done enough talking, you had done enough begging, you had done enough apologizing for the pain he caused. you had kept the peace for long enough.

“oh, y/n, get real,” mikey huffed, taking a step closer. “it’s not my fault.”

“not your fault? mikey, you are delusional if you think none of our problems are your fault.” you stood up, still fiddling with the loose string.

“now i’m delusional?” he asked with a scoff.

“and an asshole,” you added, now feeling the months of pent-up aggression start to take the reins.

“i'm an asshole? only because i'm tired.” mikey retorted, coming into your space. his tall frame was towering over you. “i'm tired of trying to balance everything on my own shoulders while everyone just takes from me! you included!” he was getting heated faster than you could've imagined. he was aching for another pill to cut back from his spitefulness, but that would only add to your argument.

comical. really fucking comical.

“i work a full-time job and still end up working extra shifts for free at that shithole of a restaurant, and then i pull my pants down so you can fuck me. you fuck me twice mikey. the first time to orgasm and the second time to keep fucking me over!” you held two fingers up, waving them wildly in your frantic speech.

“that is fuckin’ low,” he spat, a strand of his bangs falling on his forehead, forcing him to push it back. “even for you, that’s fuckin’ low.” mikey grumbled, rolling his eyes in his fit of annoyance.

“you didn't have an excuse for that one. it must have been true,” you countered, pushing past him to find your phone that you left in the bathroom.

“i'm not done talking,” he argued, blocking the door you were heading towards.

“of course, you aren't,” you whined, holding your temples. “you never shut the hell up when someone asks you to.” you were still trying to get under his arm to enter the bathroom, but he only moved more of his body in the way of the door frame.

“oh, keep bitchin’ at me, sure,” mikey was tense, having to keep his hands shoved in his pockets when he wasn't talking because of how shaky they were. “does it make you feel better when you constantly bitch at me?”

“mikey, let me get my damn phone so i can leave,” you lightly shoved his side, only to be met with him pushing your shoulder in defense. his arms were now crossed over his chest. his hands gripping his biceps tightly.

“you're gonna walk away from me?” he asked in disbelief, though his position in front of the bathroom was unyielding.

“if you would let me get my phone, i would be halfway down the road,” you took a step back, knowing your mother would have enough sense to let you inside if you continuously banged on her door. you decide just to get some extra clothes and leave.

you began to rifle through the dresser drawers. his mouth was slightly agape, finally taking you seriously. he thought this was going to end like it did every other time. you would both have a temper tantrum, one of you would sleep on the couch, and in the morning you would apologize first and he would follow suit with some half-assed promise to do better.

“come on, dolcezza, let’s figure this out,” he said coolly, taking the clothes from your hand and pushing back into the open drawer. you watched the clothing leave your hand. he wasn't going to be in control this time. “we don't need to keep sayin’ things that hurt each other.” suddenly he was the one who wanted to find a solution.

you took to the silent card, seeing the vein on his forehead slightly bulge as you regathered your clothes. that was his least favorite thing you did. you were testing him; it was your turn.

you pulled your purse off the bedpost with your clothes tucked under your arm, walking past him to grab your phone out of the bathroom. mikey was watching your every move. though before you could exit the bathroom he pulled the door shut. you took a step back due to the sudden slam.

“talk to me and i’ll let you out,” mikey insisted, hearing you now begin to pound on the door. he was holding the knob tightly.

you began to kick the bottom of the door, it rattling against the frame and mikey’s strong grasp. “you gotta speak fuckin’ words, christ, i hate when you do that petty shit.”

petty shit? petty shit was holding someone hostage in the bathroom.

you let out frustrated grunts as you occasionally tried to jiggle the doorknob and throw your shoulder against the door. there was no hope mikey would be blocking that door until you gave into his demands, so you decided to play the long game. you sat against the door.

you had the bathroom if you needed it, now you had your phone, and the various finger foods from the bar were sitting nicely in your stomach. you wouldn't need to move for a while.

“one word, that’s it,” mikey’s tone was only progressively becoming more angry. you were pushing every button you knew.

mikey on the other side of the door was spiraling. muttering curses under his breath as he was now aggressively pleading with you to talk to him.

“fuckin’ christ, you make me so pissed when you do this,” mikey spouted, lightly hitting his head against the door. “you're the one that pisses me off the most, you know that?” he questioned spitefully, though even the hurtful phrase only gave you more of an incentive to stay quiet.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, can you just fuckin’ speak?” mikey goaded, now pounding on the door making you scoot to the side wall rather than have your back against the rattling door.

“y/n, why the fuck are you like this? actin’ like fuckin’ carmy,” mikey grunted, now kicking the bottom of the door. you heard a sharp crack, looking to the side seeing the tip of his shoe through the cheap wooden door.

you couldn't deny that he was right. you were acting like his younger brother, “the baby of the family,” but you also didn't care. you were safely contained in the bathroom while mikey escalated his outburst because you were done trying to work things out. you had spent too long agreeing to live within the deception and chaos mikey created.

“fuckin’ pissin’ me off!” he sneered, slamming his palm into the center of the door. “holy shit, really?” mikey asked in disbelief, a faint knocking and mumbling were heard from the front of the apartment. he knew what was happening, but you were oblivious until he started talking again.

“you fuckin’ narc, calling the cops,” he kicked the bottom of the door again. it wasn't you and you knew that, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing. you could only assume your neighbors had gotten sick of the bickering.

you didn't leave the bathroom until one of the officers had announced his presence. you peeked out of the bathroom expecting to also see mikey in the bedroom, but he wasn't there.

“mr. berzatto is outside talking to my partner,” the officer assured you, then continued. “your neighbor mentioned she heard some loud arguing and slamming,” the officer recited the words off of his notepad.

you stopped him with a sigh, already pulling a duffle bag out of the closet. “yeah, i’m just going to leave, he can stay,” you pushed the clothes that were previously in your arms into the bag.

“miss,” the officer paused.

“y/l/n,” you added.

“y/l/n,” the officer adjusted his tone of speaking, “you don’t have to press charges but by law mr. berzatto will be detained tonight and released in the morning.”

you shifted your gaze to the officer. you bit the innard of your cheek, shuffling through some of your other belongings.

“if this is a common occurrence there are outlets to help you.”

you shook your head, only wanting to move past the tangent the officer was going to begin. yes, mikey was stubborn, loud, and difficult, but so were you. unfortunately, those matching traits didn't always click together correctly. you both knew how to set the other off, and tonight was a night that also triggered the neighbors into annoying your neighbors enough with the squabbling.

“officer, as much as i appreciate what you're saying; it isn't like that. we had an argument and we both got too loud,” you explained as you continued to pack anything that would be able to be squashed into your old gym bag.

“speaking strictly as human to human, no one deserves to have a screaming match against their significant other…especially one that ends with an officer standing in your apartment,” he said lingering by the door frame, clearly eyeing the hole in the bathroom door.

“like i said it was completely out of hand, and i'm done anyway, so none of the other neighbors will call you again,” you assured the officer, struggling to zip the top of the bag when you were done stuffing it full.

“how many times have you packed that bag and come back?”

you didn’t answer him. you had threatened to leave mikey more times than you could count, yet you always doubled back. he was so easy to be stuck on because when he wasn't being an asshole or high out of his mind he was cooking for you, letting you talk his ear off, and singing to you mindlessly. there were countless other things you loved about mikey, and they were all things you thought about when you stayed a night at your mother's house as you sulked in your childhood bedroom, but when the officer asked how many times you returned it opened your eyes. you didn't want to return any longer.

the night of your birthday debacle wasn't the last time you saw mikey. after the officer left you spent the entire night packing what your compact car could hold and leaving the invaluables behind to mikey.

the night of your birthday debacle wasn't the last time you saw mikey. you saw him a week later at the beef. he had come out of his office, looking lost the moment richie said you needed to talk to him. you gave him the spare key to the apartment, the check for your half of the rent in an envelope, and a final goodbye.

“why?” mikey had embraced you for the final time. you eyes wandered around his disorganized office, sighing as you saw a picture of the both of you pinned next to a prayer card. “why’d you go?”

“if you're still asking why then it's probably best that i'm gone.” you only patted his back. his embrace was long and slightly uncomfortable.

it hadn't taken you long to get back on your feet. you had so much potential no longer being overshadowed by your demons of a drug-addicted boyfriend in the closet trying to claw their way out into the world. you were more focused and determined to succeed. you weren't exhausted from overworking yourself at a failing restaurant or compromising over a broken relationship.

you found yourself meeting with tiffany less only because richie refused to stop pestering her about you. you, nor tiffany, thought your friendship would be very productive if her husband was sniffing around for information to give mikey.

it also helped you not dwell on the past. tiffany was constantly apologizing after the breakup for introducing you to mikey, but meeting mikey wasn't what you regretted. you regretted being unable to help him. sometimes you felt like you gave up on him, leaving him to cope with his addiction, his crippling finances, and his multitude of other issues, but that wasn't the case. mikey had begun his steady decline long before he met you, and never wanted to help himself.

almost four years later you were staring at your phone in disbelief over the article you had read.

local restaurant owner found dead on state street bridge.

you hadn't thought of him in years, and if you did it was something irrelevant that you could easily brush aside, but reading that he was dead only made every emotion resurface. the closure you gave him was close to nothing because you didn't ever think he deserved it after the embarrassment he caused you. he was gone and would never receive that peace of mind.

[airbendertendou]

bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.

[ glasses version ] no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended. cw : sanzu touches your throat non-sexually / non-threateningly , mentions of acne in kakuchos , reader wears a gloss / lipstain in kokos

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— MIKEY! ♥︎

it wasn't ideal, your current situation. putting on your most expensive jewelry ; practicing your laugh ; extending your vocabulary just in case — it wasn't something you did often.

however, your biggest investor was invited to a gala, therefore you were meant to join in aswell.

letting out a breath, you enter the ballroom turned meeting area. you blink, squinting lightly at the twinkling lights before relaxing your eyes. with a small nod to yourself, you put on your prettiest smile before turning left and beginning your evening of socialization.

your feet feel numb ; your voice is aching with use ; your eyes have long since dried out — and you hadn't even seen mikey yet. he was the entire reason you were pushed to this gathering. settling your back against a wall, you let out another breath, convincing yourself to stay for just a little longer.

"you look nice."

the voice gets your attention immediately as you straighten up. mikey stands alone, just a little ways in front of you. he tilts his head and you swear his lips tilt up the slightest bit. you smooth sweaty, trembling hands over your outfit before speaking. "i've been looking for you, mister sano."

mikey's eyes call to yours — you really can't look away. he lets out a huff — you'd never say he laughed. "we're past the mister sano bit, aren't we, [name]?"

"i guess." your eyes drop to the floor briefly, just to get away from his heated gaze. a small tsk is heard before your chin is held in a gentle grasp, pulling your eyes to his once more. "mikey?"

"better." his hand drops but your face is still warm from his touch. "let's talk somewhere privately, yeah?"

— SANZU! ♥︎

a movie you don't even know the name of plays in the background as you eat your chosen snack. all day you've tried to ignore him and his pearl-blue eyes that wouldn't look away from you.

you click your tongue, turning to send a glare his way. "you are staring, sanzu haruchi—"

with a squeal, you find yourself on your back. you let out an astonished laugh as sanzu's knees go to either side of you, caging you beneath him. you gape up at him in shock, "haru!"

"let me look at you." his voice is gentle ; tender in a way you hadn't heard before. sure, it'd been years since you spoke, but he wasn't known for being soft. your eyes widen at the thought — sanzu lets out a sigh, his body slightly sagging into yours. "there we go..."

you blink a few times, begging for your contacts to stay in place as they begin to feel dry at the edges — crisp the longer you keep your eyes open. you can't help but induldge him, though, let him look at you for however long he wants.

“how dare you hide this from me,” haru caresses your cheek softly. “can't believe you’re so pretty.”

"i've always been pretty," you reply with a small frown.

sanzu grins wickedly, his hand trailing down to your throat before laying it there. "yeah... always pretty."

— KAKUCHO! ♥︎

you're avoiding him. really, you're avoiding everyone in the office at this point. with a frown, kakucho gathers a handful of blank or useless sheets of paper, slipping them into an empty folder before heading over to your office.

"just leave it in the bin!" your hand stretches out, pointing to the blue, overflowing tray. your back is turned to him, hunched over as the sound of keys clicking meets his ears. his frown deepens before the back of your chair is grabbed and spun so you now face him. you gasp, "kaku—!"

he's kneeling in front of you before you can blink. a long, relieved breath escapes his chest as he settles his forhead on your knee. "god, i—[name], i thought something was wrong with you. thought i did something to upset you."

your bottom lip is chewed through, but you continue to nibble on it anyways. "...sorry."

kakucho raises his head so that his chin sets on your knee now. gone is his work exterior and in its place is the softened, lovesick daze he shows only to you. "they look nice on you — can see you better this way."

you let out a groan, throwing your head back before looking down at him once more. "i'm breaking out so bad right now! only thing people can see is that!"

he wants to reassure you — really, acne is normal and you're still beautiful with it — but he's so enamoured by you. the way your eyes are a little glassy because of your contacts ; the frown on your lips ; the way you've been stroking his hair mindlessly just because you could—

kakucho sweeps in and steals a quick kiss. you gasp again — kissing during work hours?! he was a horrid man. kakucho grins before patting your thighs and standing.

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

the feeling of guilt creeps up as koko's doorbell rings. his hair is tossed into a bun, white strands falling into his eyes as he opens the door. you stumble in, halfway through a sentence as he offers you a pair of house slippers.

"—and, really, you're doing me such a favor!" you plop down onto his couch unceremoniously, letting out a huff as you do. "this was the worst night for me. your call was a blessing."

kokonoi blinks as he stands frozen in front of you. with a frown, he bends at the waist and simply waits until you're looking up at him. you tilt your head, phone open on your notes app as you stop mid-way through your sentence.

sharpened eyes drift down the rest of your attire. wrinkle-free clothes ; your nicest shirt ; your lucky socks? all combined with the contacts you're wearing and the gloss staining your lips— kokonoi stands straight and crosses his arms. "where have you been, exactly?"

"a date." you let out another sigh, rolling your eyes at his rigid posture. "not a good one, i assure you! had the audacity, asking to see me again — after chewing with his mouth open and spitting his food all over mine! i can never look at tortellini noodles the same."

kokonoi taks a seat beside of you, the work he called you for out of his mind as he gestures for you to keep talking. "you called just when he was going to put his number in my phone." a sneaky, proud grin grows on your lips. "i have your bonten tattoo as the picture, so that really scared him off."

while you talk, you scroll on your phone until his contact photo is shown. it's true — his side profile is fully in view. what catches his eye, however, is his name. a simple haji with a spinning heart emoji sends his own heart into a frenzy.

at kokonoi's grin, you sense trouble. you clear your throat, taking your phone from his view before scrolling on it again. "what was it you needed from me, exactly?"

an arm is thrown over your hips as kokonoi pulls himself close. his nose bumps against yours before he slides just slightly away. "for you to not go on anymore dates. unless they're with me, of course."

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[c-monthecob]

Never did a one-shot or drabble (or whatever you call it) before, so I apologize for the poor quality. @mikeysgf1

Synopsis: Don't ever let him into your home

"What kind of monster throws their brother out onto the streets!" Mikey shouted, clutching his overnight bag tightly to his chest.

Emma stood in the middle of the doorway, arms crossed. "You have a penthouse, Mikey. Go home."

Mikey looked over her shoulder and saw Draken holding their baby and giving Mikey a sympathetic look. "Kenny...?" he pouted, but Emma wasn't having any of it. She scooted in his line of sight, obscuring Mikey's vision of Draken. "Don't look at Draken! Draken's not gonna help you!"

Mikey gasped in hurt. He felt betrayed. His own sister. His best friend. Throwing him out of their home for the sake of privacy.

They have plenty of that when they go into their bedroom! How much more could they need?

Emma shouted at him to get out of their driveway one more time before slamming the door shut. Tearing his heart into two.

Who needs them anyway? He's got other friends who'd be glad to have him over.

Baji had Mikey locked in a full Nelson hold, while Chifuyu and Kazutora held his legs. The three of them worked in fed-up harmony to haul him out of their apartment after finding him curled up on their couch with Kazutora's sheets, Chifuyu's pillow, and Baji's blanket.

"Wait, wait, wait! It'll only be for a night!" Mikey screeched, thrashing in their hold.

"How did he even get in!?" Chifuyu shouted, wrapping his arms tighter around Mikey's left leg. "Who cares, just keep holding his legs!" Kazutora barked, opening the apartment door with one arm.

"ack!" Mikey grunted, rubbing his elbows after getting carpet burn from the hallway. "Where else am I supposed to go!?" he wailed, sitting up on his knees, pleading for them to reconsider. "Home!" The trio shouted in unison, before slamming the door shut so hard the walls shook.

Mikey sat on the floor, his back against the wall. Who else could he turn to? *click* His head shot up, watching Baji step out and stand in front of him.

He knew they'd change their mind!

Baji held out a hand to him, making a smile creep onto Mikey's face.

Mikey placed his hand into Baji's cheerfully, but was quickly shot down when Baji slapped his hand away. "I don't wanna shake your hand. Gimme the damn keys," he demanded. Mikey placed a hand on his chest, shocked at the rudeness.

First, they rudely interrupt his nap, then they manhandle him, toss him out, and demand the copied keys he spent his hard-earned money on.

How could they do this to him!?

Who needs them anyway! Plenty of other people would love to have him over!

Mana and Luna said that Mitsuya told them to say he wasn't home.

Takemichi would've let him stay, but Hina had already been warned by Emma beforehand.

Shinichiro had a girl over and refused to let him ruin his first date in ten years.

Izana still hasn't forgiven him for overfeeding his fish and killing them.

Pah's wife refused to allow him back into their home after he tracked mud onto their brand-new white carpet.

Nahoya just laughed in his face and shut the door, then Souya opened it again and told him, "Sorry, not this time."

He tried everybody, and each of them turned him away. Well... not everybody.

"Sure, you can spend the night," you stupidly welcomed him into your home. Stepping aside so he could come in with a naive, welcoming grin on your face.

Poor thing. Clearly, nobody's warned you about inviting him into your home.

And with your permission, Mikey made himself right at home.

[3igbootyl0ver]

Masterlist

tara carpenter (scream)

A New Face | A New Face Pt.2 | A New Face Pt.3 | A New Face Pt.4

who hurt you? [i] | who hurt you? [ii] | who hurt you? [iii] | who hurt you? [iv] | who hurt you? [v]

doctor's in | doctor's in pt.2 | doctor’s in pt.3

in progress....

[mchlgayser]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 [tokyo revengers various]

⸻ cw: hurt/no comfort, triggering events and poor writing skills.

qeena's brief note: i'm here after nearly a month went MIA

໒꒰ྀི o̴̶̷̤ ̯o̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀ১ first of all, thank you so much for 1.13k followers on tumblr (i honestly still can't believe it lol) you guys did a lot for me throughout my years here in this platform like bro i love you guys sm andddd thank uuuu! ik lots of my ole mutuals are no longer active but still, thank you so much to you guys for your continuous support 💙 and thanks to my readers (from jude girlies readers to anime girlies readers), thank you so much. last to wrap things up, here a small sorry gift from me after went missing, a tokyo revengers drabble! happy (sad) reading xoxo!! i love you <33

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎: too preoccupied with his work.

The sun disappears behind the horizon and the daylight soon fades. The once cheerful home, turn out dingy and dejected. Tears spew down your cheeks to your chin as you examine one single paper lay before your eyes. The saying above appear clear "Divorce Paper" with your signature on the very right and below.

"So, this is it?" You sneer, teeth grinding against each other "Don't 'so, this is it' me right now, you know well none of this would've have to happen if you could be a bit more considerate." He did not say a word, look down on the floor as if it could've been the most entertaining object in the world.

"I'm busy, there's too much works I need to tend-"

"You said that last week, and the other month and even months before that! How come you're always busy with your job that you can't loiter around with me even for a minute. You left at early mornings, before the sun pops out, you're gone, out of sight and when you came back, you're tired, hot and needed rest. I'm sick of it, Manjiro. I can't do this anymore, ...so yeah, this is it."

He didn't notice the luggage you had beside you until you pull it forward "I'll have my lawyer pick the paper tomorrow morning. Please have is sign by then." A last drop of tear fall cascade down your cheek, like a stray until you wipe it off.

"Goodbye, Manjiro."

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐉𝐈: cheated on you.

He said- No, he promised the last will be the last time. The last time you had to pick up the last shattering pieces of your dignity. The last time you had to faced the brutally honest reality of your marriage. He promised...

And yet, he broke it again. Today is supposed to be a good day. A happy day as it's a 'happy' birthday for a reason, right? But no, the happy day turned out to be your most saddening, fucked up moment in life. You left home to pick up a dress you custom made for yourself, to go buy your favorite cake at your favorite cafe. You didn't expect to come home, seeing him with your maid on the bed. She was half-naked, bra straps off her shoulder and his clothes thrash on the side.

It's a mess. The splat noise of the cake make a noisy sound and both of their ears perked up "Thought both of you had gone deaf that you both didn't hear me knock for five fucking minutes!" She frantically hid herself beside the bed, where you can't see her but you practically lunge at her, ripping strands after strands of her fake blonde hair "You fucking bitch. I picked you up at the gutter and this is how you fucking repayed me?!" Hanma tries to block into your attack but you punches him making him stumbled.

"And you, rot in hell with your fucking promises! I trusted you, not once, not twice but fucking three times!" He hold you by your shoulder but you slap his face away.

"Dont touch me! Don't you fucking dare..." Your punches ended weak and helpless. Tears pool beneath your eyes but no, they're not sad tears. It's resent, anger and betrayed tears.

"I'll file a divorce, fuck you and that bitch." You push him off, slapping him on the face one last time. The stone on the ring slash through his cheek and he bleed slightly "I'l fucking take half of your fortune, lustful bitch."

You turn to the woman "And you..." You peel the ring off of your ring finger aggressively and throw it to her chest "Keep that shit. I'm outta here." Hanma didn't try to say anything, just mumbling an apology before you walk out that door.

You turn back and look at him, he didn't look remorseful - he did, but it could never be enough to make you crawl to him once more "Shove your apology up your ass, Hanma."

𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈: can't move on from his past.

At first, it was okay. You can even claim it to be perfect. But that was at first, soon everything gradually becoming worse. He started to get busy with works or as he claimed it. He told you he won't be coming home at a day but sometimes, he remained unresponsive for days. You don't know where he go until you heard from his close friend, Inupi that Kokonoi had been sleeping over at his house.

That means he was not so busy after all. You confronted him about it and as you thought he'll get angry, he remained calm and apologised. He just said that he wanted some time for himself. Of course, that's foreign coming from him as he's always been the type to want to stay close to you.

He still bought you monthly gifts just as he promised he would when you both first got married but they are just not the same anymore. He started giving you tulips when your favorite flower is gerberas. He started giving you white flavored chocolate, and that's weird. You always like the original flavor with nuts in it. Kokonoi just started making unusual mistakes.

Then, one day, he did it. The mistake he can't never undo. You both had Inupi over to your house because Kokonoi wanted to discuss something with him regarding business and when he left for the bathroom, Inupi unlock his phone revealing whom seem like a teenage girl with a peach blonde hair like Inupi and she's holding a bouquet of pink tulips "Sei, who's this?"

He turn to look at you, wondering who you were asking about "...Oh, this is Akane. My older sister. She passed away when she was 16." You nod your head, sadden to hear that.

"I'm sorry for your loss." You look at Inupi then to the ground "But, can't I know if she had any sort of relation with Kokonoi before I met him?" Inupi is confused as to why you'd ask that but he nodded his head.

"Koko used to like my sister."

And he came into the living room. You turn to look at him, almost livid "Is that so..." Both Kokonoi and Inupi look at you, confused.

"What is it?"

"Can't you move on?" Your question caught both of them by surprise, especially Kokonoi "You've been buying me stuff recently but they're never what I like. You got me pink tulips, cute hairbands and books when you should know damn well I like none of those."

"Did you think of her when you got me all of those? Or was it Sei's sister you're trying to give that gifts to?" He tried to explain himself but you kept cutting him, not wanting to hear none of his excuses.

"Please, just listen Akane!" The silence defeaned and the occasional sound of the wind whisper in the background as it soon faded. You look at him, wide eyes "Wow. You are incredible, Hajime. So. Fucking. Incredible." You tried to walk past him but he kept you back, trying his best to talk it out.

Inupi just sat there, dumbfounded. He only back in his trance when he heard a crash and the vase on the table smash to the ground with puddle of water and the pink tulips scatter on the wet carpet.

You stare down at the tulips, scoffing to yourself "This is enough. I'm not nobody's rebound, I have respect for myself... I can't do this, I won't." You push him off and tread to your bedroom, slamming the door shut leaving Kokonoi alone in the living room as Inupi too, got up and left, disappointed by his friend's behavior.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈: constant jealousy and overprotective.

You know what you put yourself into when you started dating the Ran Haitani. Ran can be obsessive with you, overly jealous with whom you befriends with, and got really protective over it. But you'd never imagine even in your wildest dream would he start to oppressed your freedom away from you - objecting your idea to meet anyone other than him, that includes your family members as well.

You put up with it, begrudgingly until today, it's an important date for you to attend and besides, it's been a while since you meet your family members so you went ahead, not bothering to tell him because you know well he will say no, no matter how hard you. You are having a great time with your family, chatting together after a while and leaving Ran texts from time to time but you certainly did not expect him to burst his way inside the venue, all rigid and mad.

How rude of him. He pull your hand and immediately get you out of there "Ran, stop. Ran, stop it!" You smack his back and he halt in his steps. He look back at you, glaring down at you with his jaw clenched.

"Just what the hell are you doing, Y/n? Going out behind my back like this and for what? To flirt and whoring around─" Smack, blood trickles from the corner of his lips when you slapped him across the face.

"You had no respect for my family, and for me, Ran Haitani. You failed us." He tried to put his hands around you shoulder but you pry his hands away "Don't. I put up with your ridiculous acts for years. I obeyed like a goddamn dog for you to disrespect me like this? You are fucking insane, Ran..."

"Love, I just don't want you to mixed along with that kind of people─"

"What kind of people, Ran? They're my family. I may have not like most of them but they're my family and the least you should do is respect them as I do. You barged in, acting like you're the main event, embarrassing me, and disrespected them. You may think you're above others but you're not. My family, we may not be as rich and lavish as you - if we're talking about lifestyle, we're alien to each other but I always expect you to be kind, Ran Haitani."

"You can't go around acting like the world revolve around you. I can't, and I'm sorry for that." You look up at him with pitiful eyes "I'm going now, good bye." You turn around and enters the same room he barged into a couple of minutes ago.

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open ✦ all rights reserved goes to @mchlgayser on tumblr.

[taijuslegalwife]

Tr boys reaction to tailor!reader literally making a little version of their gang uniform and dressing up their pet to it

(Lmao one day all my ideas are going to be inside your inbox frf)

Kitty Cat 🐈‍⬛ ྀི

Tr men x tailor!reader

Men featured: Baji, Chifuyu, Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya

this request is so cute bye, also the animal I chose is a cat!

warnings: gender-neutral reader (I think??), fluff

Baji:

ʚɞ Baji would be VERY confused when he comes home and sees his cat dressed in a miniature version of his uniform

ʚɞ The minute you tell him though that you made it for the cat, he would love it!

ʚɞ When your not looking he takes pictures of the cats in uniform and sets it as his wallpaper lol

ʚɞ Overall he is very happy that his cat looks like him now.

ʚɞ He would brag to Kazutora and Chifuyu on ‘how his amazing girlfriend made their cat a small version of his Toman uniform’.

ʚɞ He would immediately show the cat dressed up to Chifuyu whenever the blonde comes over to help Baji study.

Mitsuya: 

ʚɞ Mitsuya thinks that the cat is very cute in the uniform

ʚɞ However, he is a little confused on why you wouldn’t ask him to make the uniform for the cat, so he would probably ask you if you thought you needed to for him.

ʚɞ Once you tell him that it was just a little side project his mood lightens up wayyyy more and complements your sewing skills

ʚɞ He spends his time lounging around the house with his cat on his lap while admiring your tailoring and sewing skills.

ʚɞ Since he also is good at sewing he would try to make another outfit for the cat secretly, but he got found out when you snuck up behind him to hug him 🥲

Mikey:

ʚɞ We all know Mikey is childish, so when he comes home and sees the family cat dressed up just like one of his many gang members he doesn't waste any time running up to you asking if you made the uniform yourself.

ʚɞ He absolutely would secretly pretend that the cat in uniform are one of his soldiers; commanding the cat to bow down to him and everything.

ʚɞ He would shower you in cuddles and appreciation for the making of the cat uniform.

Chifuyu:

ʚɞ Chifuyu would 100% shower both you and the dressed cat in constant love.

ʚɞ He would cuddle up with the cat while trying to snuggle up with you at the same time as a special ‘thank you’ for making the cat uniform.

ʚɞ Knowing Chifuyu, he would put on his Toman uniform while dressing the cat and taking matching pictures of him with the cat all dressed up.

Draken:

ʚɞ Draken would be extremely flattered if you made the cat’s uniform matching his uniform

ʚɞ He's not horribly overbearing about caring for the mini uniform, but he will make sure no harm comes to it when the cat isn’t wearing it.

ʚɞ He secretly is playful with the cat when it’s wearing his uniform, calling the cat his new sworn brother jokingly.

ʚɞ Knowing how gentlemanly Draken is, he would commend you for doing such a good job tailoring the uniform while hugging you from behind.

MASTERLIST

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

╰┈➤ taglist: @fullmoonblood6 @petuniasmd @tr-mha-fan @dolledupformanjiro @eatingcak33s @reiners-milkbiddies

[tmntxthings]

you said your requests are open in your navigation post and i'm absolutely obsessed with your writing !! could you possibly do something with yandere mikey ? whatever you want !! i'm just starving for mikey content and i love the way you characterise him <3

一∑4ÆM。・゜・🐢🧡

author’s notes: ahhhhh thank you my sweet anon for the kind words, i’m a simple person, you say yandere, and i start writing 😂

warnings: dark au, yandere tendencies, erratic behavior, delusion, threats, intimidation, choking, unedited, angsty

song: 4ÆM by Grimes

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It was late one night. Mikey rarely stayed up past 2 am but here he was, humming to himself as he made the two of you grilled cheeses. It wasn’t 2 but 4 in the morning. Everyone else was in their own respective rooms. You had doubts that Leo and Donnie were asleep. But you could hear Raph’s snores all the way in the kitchen. And Splinter wasn’t exactly a peaceful sleeper either.

“Should I heat up some soup to dip it in?” You offered going to where they kept the cans of microwaveable soup. “Ah sure!” Mikey agreed. As it so happened, the microwave was right above the stove where Mikey was working his magic.

But years of being in each other’s space had you easily crossing the boundary of personal space to get on your tippy toes to press the button that opened up the microwave and placed the bowl of soup inside. You set it for three minutes, clicked start, and then backed away.

The smell of burnt bread filtered through your nose and you looked over to Mikey to see that he was just staring straight ahead. Spatula in hand ready for flipping the cheese sandwiches but not doing anything at all. “…Mike? It’s burnin’” you said plainly.

He blinked, looked down and his blank expression morphed into one of horror. “Oh no no no!” In dismay he flipped to see the charred toast. His teeth clacked as he scooped it once more and went for the trash can.

“Wait wait I’ll eat it! Don’t waste it Angelo!!” You said hurriedly but he just looked at you with a bewildered expression before chunking it. “We’ve got more cheese and bread, I’m not feeding you burnt grilled cheese.” You crossed your arms. “All it needed was a good scraping on the burnt side and it would’ve been fine!”

He shook his head. “Trash!” He said with finality. He got to work whipping up two more. You let it go. And the two of you situated yourself at the kitchen table, soup in between you both as you had your own respective sandwiches. You were starved so you chowed down right away. Blowing out hot air as you burned your tongue in the process.

Mikey had pulled up a YouTube video for the two of you to watch in the meantime. Glancing over at your antics and shaking his head once more but with a smile this time. “Wha?” You said with food still in your mouth. His beak scrunched. And you gave him a wicked grin before opening your mouth fully to show him the mushy half eaten food inside.

“Gross! Why?!” He whined, tearing his eyes away to watch the video he had up. You didn’t have a response for that. Spontaneity you guessed. You hadn’t finished your meal yet but you pushed out of your seat. “Where ya going?” He chirped not looking away from the screen. “Drink!” You stated, bending down as you looked in the fridge to view the options.

“Want something?” You asked. “Nah… actually a Dr. Pepper.” You grabbed one and headed back. Cracking it open you took a sip before sliding it his way. He took a sip without looking away from the screen. You tilted over to see what it was about, some grocery store hijinks. Lame! You got back to the meal. Opening up your own phone to check the messages you had missed.

You hadn’t been on your phone all day! Spending most of it with Mikey doing mundane stuff. Video gaming or watching movies. You smiled down at a specific message.

Unbeknownst to you, Mikey had his eyes on you ever since you had opened up your phone. A blank expression taking over his face once more. “Who’s that.” He said, not a question. But you hardly noticed, your attention enraptured from the slew of messages you were receiving now. Then you halted and your eyes shot up at Mikey, one of his brow bones lifted in question at the shocked look you gave him.

“I never told you!” You said with surprise and turned fully to him. Mikey felt his muscles tighten. Something you hadn’t told him? What could it be? His thoughts spiraled to worse case scenarios. “I met this person… and it was like insta-crush! They’ve just got this way about them. Okay wait wait lemme start from the beginning—“

The muscle by his jaw ticked. A crush. An insta-crush. You were crushing on someone? It was as if by thinking of the worst thing possible it then came true. While you went on distracted by your disgusting puppy love, Mikey sat there not really listening. He watched as you were pulled away from the conversation multiple times by your phone lighting up. And his pupils started to shake.

After the fourth time of you getting all distracted and giggly Mikey rammed his fist down into the table. Smashing bits of it to splinters. “What the hell Mikey?!” You were out of your chair and raising your hands up in what was a mix of emotions. “Heh! Sorryyyyy,” those dead eyes of his crinkled into crescents as he smiled then he shook his fist as if it had hurt.

“Sorry?! What was that?? You smashed the table into dust!” Your eyes were bugging out at the show of strength. “There was a bug!” Mikey lied. You gave him a once over. Then you took a step back. Ah he was such a terrible liar.

“Maybe I should go? It’s getting late. You’re probably tired!” It’s like you were trying to give him an excuse. “But I thought we were having a sleepover?” Mikey whined. Getting up from his chair slowly. You were pedaling backwards. “We can reschedule Angie! Really!” Your voice was half placating, and half fearful.

“Okay okay, you got me!” Mikey held up his hands in a show of surrender and in your confusion you hesitated to escape further. “Huh?” You questioned. “I may have gotten a teensy bit jealous! I had no idea you were crushing on someone!” Mikey explained. Then went further.

“I actually thought.. with how much you’ve been over.. and how well we get along.. I just thought maybe words weren’t needed to describe what we were!”

You blinked slowly. “We’re friends Mikey.” You said plainly. His hands went down, while his head tilted to the side. “Really? Do friends stay up this late together?” You were instantly defensive. “Yes! Donnie, me, and Leo stay up this late all the time!” So Mikey went further.

“Do they share food or the same soda? Do they cross boundaries? Do they text 24/7? Do they say I love you? Do they cuddle? Do they share a bed?” The more he listed the more his face lost control. His eyes widening in a manic sort of way as his hands started to flail about. You flushed at the last bit. “I was perfectly fine on the couch! It was you who had insisted—“

“We. Are. Dating!” He yelled out. His plastron heaving as he struggled to breathe properly. “You like me! And I like you. We aren’t friends. We’ve been dating forever. You don’t have a crush on anyone but me!” He swallowed as his eyes brightened completely into what you could only describe as his ninja stare. You trembled in place as his hands rose from his sides, his ninpo flaring to life as that fiery orange chain snaked into view threatening to shoot towards your form if you dared to bolt.

“Say it.” You couldn’t. It was a lie. It was a delusion. Something Mikey had made up all on his own, something you had no part in. You shook your head. He huffed. “Fine.” The last thing you remember seeing was that chain faster than lightning wrapping around your body, it squeezed you, holding on to every part available. Choking you. And Mikey walking over without a care in the world as your vision swam and turned black.

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[serotonins-stuff]

Y'all cant convince me that he wouldn't buy every single clothing item in your online cart to surprise you. You're shocked to see packages on your front doorstep, filling your porch to the brim. It's the fact that all of them are in your size but you don't remember specifying that on the website. Meaning that a sneaky- someone decided to take it onto their own hands.

"Baby you can't waste money so carelessly" you crossed your arms.

"There's no rule saying I can't spoil my baby"

Tanaka, Denki, Bachira, Baji, Hanma, kuroko, GOJO

"Nothing is wasting when it comes to you."

Nagisa, MIDORIYA, Nanami, AKASHI, Armin, Seishiro Akashi, Isagi, Chifuyu

"Its better than buying things I'll never use"

KENMA, nagi, itona, levi, Mikey, Megumi, Aizawa

"But I wanted to see you in all those pretty outfits!!"

Tanaka, BOKUTO, Hinata, Asta, Bachira,Takemitchy, Itadori, Denki

"Stop complaining and give me a fashion show"

BAKUGO, Aoimine, Karma, Draken, Ran, Geto, SUKUNA

[lssugaluv]

Brushing your teeth together.

• MDNI 18+ only

You and your man were laying down when he brings up the idea to go brush your teeth together. It was all cute seeing you brush your teeth until you were brushing your tongue and gagged. That set the man off. He was dying of laughter but at the same time with a boner.

As soon as you finish rinsing off the mouthwash, he goes from behind you and lifts up your cute night gown. He starts power thrusting you. At first it’s funny until he grabs a fist full of your hair and has you stare at the mirror. He pulls up your night gown letting your titties out free. “Look at your gorgeous titties baby.” He says as he squeezes them.

He turns you around and gently puts your back facing the wall. He starts to make out with you, tasting nothing but the fresh toothpaste as his tongue attacks yours. He lifts one of your legs, having it wrap around him halfways. He inserts one finger and starts pounding it in and out having you already become a mess.

He takes his finger out and proceeds on taking off your underwear. “These stay here. Walk with nothing under your night dress to the room.”

The rest was history. 😉

Characters who I think will do this:

• ATSUMU (HQ), Kuroo(HQ), Nanami (JJK) , Gojo (JJK) , Suna (HQ), SAKUSA (HQ), Mikey (TR), Ran (TR), Iwazumi (HQ), Ushijima (HQ), TSUKKISHIMA (HQ) , Daichi (HQ)

Afterthought:

• Well that overheated real quick 🥵

• Not proofread.

• Like, Comment, and reblogg. <3

• 5 a.m. thoughts. 💭

[emilsendo]

Bonten x male reader, fluff.

Male reader is a florist.

Thank you

My english is not good so I kept it short sorry.

Hiya! Don't worry about it, I just hope that my idea of how the story will go isn't bad (If it is, please correct me💀) I hope your life goes well, take care! 💪🏼👀✨️

_______________________________________

BONTEN

X

MALE READER

Warnings: Criminal Organization.

Type: Fluff

Request: ✅️

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The bell above the door chimed as a group of six men entered your flower shop. You glanced up from your task of arranging a bouquet, your sharp gaze assessing them instantly. You weren’t the type to be intimidated easily, even when it was Tokyo’s most feared criminal organization—Bonten—standing before you.

Mikey, the leader, stood at the front with an air of silent dominance. Sanzu, with his manic grin, looked around with curiosity. Kakucho’s eyes were sharp yet respectful, while Kokonoi adjusted his expensive suit, unimpressed by the surroundings. The Haitani brothers, Rindou and Ran, exchanged glances before smirking.

You sighed, wiping your hands on your apron before stepping forward. “You here to buy flowers, or is this an intimidation visit?” Your voice was calm, unwavering.

Ran chuckled, spinning his baton lazily. “A florist with guts, huh? That’s new.”

Mikey, uninterested in the banter, stepped toward you. “We need flowers.” His voice was quiet, yet commanding.

You arched a brow. “Any specifics, or should I guess?”

Sanzu leaned on the counter, grinning. “What do you recommend for a guy who’s constantly on the edge of insanity?”

You gave him a deadpan stare before plucking a bundle of blue delphiniums from the nearby display. “These. They symbolize dignity and grace—something you severely lack.”

Silence. Then, Kakucho burst into laughter, followed by a smirk from Rindou. Sanzu gaped at you before breaking into amused chuckles. “I like you.”

Kokonoi sighed, rubbing his temple. “Just put together something decent for an event, alright?”

You nodded, already selecting flowers with practiced ease. As you worked, Mikey watched you intently. “You don’t seem afraid of us.”

“I don’t fear people,” you replied simply, cutting stems with precision. “They bleed the same way flowers wilt.”

Mikey hummed at your response, intrigued. When you finished, you handed over a stunning arrangement—white lilies, deep red roses, and small hints of baby’s breath. “This should do.”

Ran whistled. “Gotta admit, you know your craft.”

You smirked slightly. “Of course. Flowers are delicate, but they thrive under the right hands—kind of like people.”

Mikey took the bouquet, his expression unreadable. “We’ll be back.”

You leaned against the counter. “As long as you pay.”

Sanzu laughed, throwing an arm around Kakucho as they exited, while Rindou murmured, “I like this guy.”

As the door closed, you shook your head with a small chuckle, returning to your work. Who knew criminals had a taste for flowers?

[reissancesstuff]

The Name Game (And Pills Are Not Included)

Genre: Mafia Fluff, Domestic Chaos, Crack Comedy

Sanzu blew a party horn and looked entirely too smug for someone who almost knocked over the cake earlier.

“So. It’s a boy. Now we need a name worthy of his legacy,” he said, puffing his chest.

You raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t say—”

“I was thinking,” Sanzu continued proudly, “Xanazuki Midoripin.”

“…What the hell is that?” Rindou asked, half-asleep and scrolling through name websites on his phone.

Sanzu flipped his pink hair and said, “A combination of my three favorite pills.”

You looked at him dead in the eyes. “I’m not naming my child after your pills, Sanzu.”

Sanzu gasped, clutching his chest like he was mortally wounded. “I’m offended! My pills have saved lives—my life, mostly!”

Meanwhile—

Ran and Mochi were arguing by the snack table.

“Takatora sounds strong!” Ran insisted.

“Sounds like a dinosaur,” Mochi countered, crossing his arms. “Go with Daiki. Classic. Cool. Easy to write.”

Takeomi, with a cigar in hand, shrugged. “Just name him after something timeless… like Montecristo.”

“Takeomi, that’s literally a cigar brand,” you muttered.

Kokonoi raised a hand. “Okay but what about something like Benjamin, you know? As in Benjamins? Money? Dollars? It suits the legacy.”

“…Are we naming a baby or a startup company?” Rindou mumbled, still scrolling. “Here. Zephyros. Greek. Means west wind. Sounds like a Final Fantasy boss.”

You stared at the ceiling. “Why are all of you like this?”

Kakucho just sighed, visibly restraining himself from flipping a table.

Mikey, who had been quietly sitting next to you, finally stood up. One firm stomp. The room fell silent.

He turned to the chaos crew and said calmly but firmly:

“We have a name already.”

Everyone turned.

You held up a whiteboard with a soft smile.

In neat blue lettering, it read:

KAITO

Silence.

Then—Ran sniffled. “Okay… that’s cute.”

Sanzu wiped a fake tear. “I still think Xanazuki would've hit harder but… okay.”

Takeomi muttered, “Kaito Montecristo could’ve worked—”

“No.” said half the room.

Kokonoi nodded. “Kaito. It means ‘ocean’ and ‘soar.’ That’s solid.”

Mikey moved to your side, gently placing a hand on your stomach.

“Our son,” he said with a rare, warm smile. “Kaito Sano.”

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Bonus Ending:

Sanzu: “Can his nickname at least be Zuki?”

You: “No.”

Sanzu: “Kai-Zuki? Hybrid? Fusion? Please?”

Ran: “Shut up before she names him Mochi Jr. out of spite.”

Mochi: “Actually…”

You: “Absolutely not.”