#sano manjiro fanfiction

[vincent-4ever]

thinking of like cuddling with different tr characters 🥹🥹

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Characters: Ran Haitani, Izana Kurokawa, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano, Chifuyu Matsuno, Keisuke Baji, Souya Kawata

Warning: G!n reader, implied relationship

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His favorite place is literally his bed, says enough as to why I'm writing for him 😭♥️

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He cuddles you every night and he has like this strong ass grip on you, basically what I'm saying is you're not getting up.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ if you're a morning person and you get up before him, if you even try to get up he'll be all like "why are you getting up.. it's so early..are you not comfortable" and he won't let you go until he's ready to get up, which is hours later.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ For example, if you wake up around 8 AM, you're not getting up until like 12 PM.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Whether it's he prefers to hold you or be held, it's kinda in between. it really depends. If he is worn out he'll probably prefer to be held, but if he's not worn out or if you're upset he'll hold you

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 100% prefers to be held istg

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He was bullied a lot growing up, he believes everyone besides you and kakucho hates him, and almost everyone he loved has betrayed him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ istg all this man needs is someone to love him 😭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ If you play with his hair or earrings he will literally lose it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He likes to bury his face in your chest or neck

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Loves it when you kiss his head/forehead when you cuddle

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Now.. this just depends on what Mikey were talking about

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Toman!Mikey is REALLY clingy. He prefers being held, he loves kissing while cuddling, not like full on make out sessions but like quick pecks on the lips or like his or your forehead

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Dark impulses Mikey prefers holding you. You're one of the only people who can calm him down so he likes the feeling of protecting you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ same with Bonten!Mikey, but sometimes he likes to be held. he has his days, like everyone else.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bonten!Mikey would have full on makeout sessions with you while you cuddle, not necessarily in a sexual way, but just because he loves you

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He doesn't care rather he's being held or holding you, as long as you're together yk

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he doesn't care whether you're talking, or you're silent, he's comfortable.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He probably prefers cuddling in your bed rather than his, claims your bed is "more comfortable" (it's because your bed smells like you)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He likes to tell you about his day while you guys are cuddling, he doesn't care if you answer he just likes to know you're listening

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he prefers to hold you. he likes to protect you, or to have the feeling of protecting you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He likes when you wear his shirt when you cuddle (also in general, but extra points when you're cuddling)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ plants kisses all over your face, he loves to hear your little reactions to him doing it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ unfortunately, if peke j walks in, that's where all his attention is going 😭 I'm sorry

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He loves being held simply because of the reason he likes having your face buried in his hair.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Also likes when you play with his hair.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ If he's at your house and you're at his house he refuses to sleep without you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He likes hearing you rant about random things like your day or a game you're playing or the show you started watching

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He doesn't seem like he's listening, and sometimes you have to check if he is, but he is

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the only time he's not really listening is when he spaces out while listening to you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kisses your neck lazily before you fall asleep and after you wake up

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I'ma be honest. I don't think I did good with this but I just wrote it for fun 🥹🥹🥹

likes and rebloggs appreciated

[metranart]

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♡ TOKYO REVENGERS ♡

MIKEY X READER X DRAKEN: PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9

MIKEY X READER: PART 1 / PART 2

MITSUYA TAKASHI X READER: PART 1 / PART 2

VAMPIRE AU! MIKEY X READER X SHINICHIRO: PART 1 / PART 2

ALPHA! MIKEY X OMEGA! READER: MY OMEGA

MIKEY/DRAKEN/BAJI/MITSUYA/SHINICHIRO X READER: LEARNING TO SHARE

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

MITSUYA TAKASHI X READER: CHOKE ME

♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN ♡

SUGURU GETO X READER: MINE

TOJI FUSHIGURO X READER: OH BABY

YUTA X READER: YOURS

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO X READER: LOVE ME

KNIGHT! SUKUNA X PRINCESS! READER: MY PRINCESS

SATORU X READER X SUGURU: OURS

ALL! JJK MEN X READER (ISEKAI): BE OUR WORLD

GOJO X READER X GETO (My one and only wants you, so he’ll have you)

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

Jealous! Gojo Satoru

How would the JJK guys react to you getting their lips tattooed on you

Obsessed! Yuji and Sukuna

Obsessed! Nanami Kento

♡ MY HERO ACADEMIA ♡

HAWKS X DABI: JAIL TIME IN MY LAP

HAWKS X READER

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12 / PART 13 / PART 14

BAKUGOU & DABI X READER: CHOOSE ME

♡ SHORT DRABBLES ♡

Things they say when in bed with you (Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks, Shigaraki)

[ageingfangirl2]

Imagine Being Bonten's Receptionist (Bonten x F Reader) - Tokyo Revengers

FIRST DAY/INTRODUCTIONS

Bonten is Tokyo's most notorious crime syndicate but has an office like any respectable business. even if it was a front. Each member had an office, there were a couple of meeting rooms, and they even had other staff who like you were sworn to secrecy or face deadly consequences. The pay was better than any other place you'd interviewed at, and the hours were reasonable, but you were expected to be flexible if needed to come in early or stay later.

The reception area had a few sofas and tables, and your counter was the first thing you saw when you got off the lift. You couldn't actually enter the offices behind you unless you had a key card or you buzzed them in. It would be quite lonely out here on your own or so you thought.

Hajime Kokonoi had hired you, he said it was because you looked trustworthy, and of course, you made a joke that he'd probably had your background checked. He told you to your face he had and you were the most worthy applicant. When you pushed for more he sealed his lips. On your first day, he put a very nice vase of flowers on the reception counter stating it gave the place more life, but it was a bouquet of your favourite flowers. So you thanked him and he said it was nothing, even though a couple of flowers had to be imported. You heard he was stingy with money.

You were typing away when Takeomi Akashi walked out of the offices with an unlit cigarette between his lips not noticing your presence, because he was busy cussing the lighter that wasn't working. 'Excuse me, let me help you,' you call out, grab the lighter from your bag and walk over to him. 'Who are you?' he asks confused, and you explain as you light the cigarette. 'Thank you, you smoke?' he enquires and you shake your head, and explain your friends do and on nights out you'd rather them come to you than a stranger. 'Smart girl, never smoke.' Takeomi now knew who to come to when his lighter wouldn't work.

Kakucho walks out of the lift on his phone, 'good morning,' you say politely. The poor man jumps out of his skin and nearly drops his phone on the marble floor. You apologise profusely for scaring him and his face gets a little redder the more you talk to him. It's not lost on you that he's not so subtly checking you out, in fact, you find it kind of cute when he should be intimidating. 'Nice to meet you, err I have to go,' he stutters and makes a quick escape into the offices. At the end of the day, he introduces himself properly, telling you if you need anything you can call him. It had been a while since a guy had given you his number.

Word spread by lunchtime about the new hire and that's when you met the Haitani brothers Ran and Rindou. Hajime had warned you to be on your guard, you were innocent and the brothers would try to taint you. 'hello beautiful, I have a reason to come into the office more now,' Ran croons, leaning over the counter staring at you with lustful eyes. You sit up straight, 'it's nice to meet you, but nothing's going to happen.' Ran looks hurt while his brother laughs, 'Maybe you're not as much of a charmer as you think brother. Call me Rindou.' and you're shocked when he takes your hand and kisses it. You would almost believe he was a gentleman if he didn't have the same lustful eyes as his brother. You smile and remove your hand from his, 'I don't know what game you two are playing but it won't be easy. I've been warned.' the brothers exchange a look and huff, 'Koko,' they say in unison. You nod and go back to your computer. Little did you know that your rejection ignited a challenge between the brothers to see who could win you over first.

After the Haitani brothers, you thought you'd be left alone but there were a couple of cocky male employees who thought they could flash expensive suits and watches while being drenched in overpowering cologne. Unlike the brothers these two immediately violated your personal space making you feel uncomfortable, 'can you leave me alone please?' you ask, 'get away from me,' you insist. One of the men goes to grab your arm 'Know your place bitch--' when he's grabbed himself and thrown backwards. Kanji Mochizuki stands guard in front of you, 'the lady said no, just wait until the boss here's about this.' Then men scurry off scared by the threat. He turns to face you with a warm smile, 'Sorry about that, they won't cause you any more problems. Give me a shout if anyone else makes you feel uncomfortable.' you weren't quite sure what to make of him, but you just got your second number of the day.

Hajime or Koko as he told you to call him asked you to stay late to accept a parcel for another member. This is where you met Bonten's no.2 Haruchiyo Sanzu and the leader Manjiro Sano. You were taken aback seeing Sanzu covered in blood while Mikey didn't seem to have a single scratch on him, both looked equally intimidating and you didn't want to get on either of their bad sides. You gulp and look down at the parcel you'd not long signed for seeing it was addressed to Sanzu, 'good evening I have a parcel for Haruchiyo Sanzu.' both men stare at you, Sanzu looks manic while Mikey looks bored. 'Thank you, lovely lady, pink looks good on you,' Sanzu chuckles and takes the parcel before skipping into the office. You brush imaginary creases off your light pink blouse, 'well I guess I'll be going then, have a good night sir,' you pick up your bag, turn off the monitor and stand up noticing Mikey hadn't moved his eyes from you, 'are you okay sir?' you ask. He blinks a couple of times, 'Yes, get home safe,' you nod and press the lift button, feeling a little uneasy having Mikey continue to stare at you.

When you returned to your apartment you threw yourself on the bed thinking about your interesting first day of work, and all the Bonten members you'd interacted with. This was going to be an interesting job.

[jinisnuggets]

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒜𝒸𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂

INCLUDES | Mitsuya ; Draken ; Mikey ; Kazutora ; Baji ; Chifuyu ; Izana

READER | Gn (No pronouns but preferably Fem)

GENRE | Fluff ; Smau

SYNOPSIS | You meant to text someone else, you didn't realize who you were actually texting.

A/N | Sorry for not uploading, I have 2 upcoming projects that I've been struggling to finish, so that's the reason for my absence 😭

[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

[captain-hawks]

caught under the mistletoe with . *. ⋆

— pt. 1: manjiro sano, takashi mitsuya, keisuke baji

pt. 2 ; rindou, shinichiro, chifuyu

[fluff, kissing, timeskip]

MIKEY —

“Seriously?”

Mikey looks back and forth between the offending object hanging innocently from the door frame and his friends, all of whom are trying and failing to look busy while he scrutinizes them for the culprit. Chifuyu in particular looks far too interested in the empty cup that he’s holding. 

“Mikey, it’s fine,” you insist, embarrassment curling uncomfortably in your gut after seeing the clear discomfort written all over his features from being caught under the mistletoe with you. 

The two of you have been dancing around something for months now, the edges of your friendship blurred by the presence of pointed looks and lingering touches. But now, the mere suggestion that perhaps you’ve been reading into everything far too much has you turning on your heel, ready to escape to the quiet solace of the small balcony off of Mikey’s living room. 

Your entire body tenses when you feel a hand press against the small of your back as you begin walking, and you do your best to ignore the whoops and cheers that follow when you tug open the sliding glass door and step outside. You don’t bother closing it, letting Mikey pull it shut behind him while you sidestep out of view from the living room and lean against the brick wall, hands curling into fists as you prepare yourself for the inevitable rejection he’s decided to privately let you down with.

Mikey comes to stand in front of you, one hand brushing along your cheek, and your heart thrums a galloping beat as you finally look at him, taking in the painfully soft look in his eyes.

“I think I owe you something,” he smiles.

What?

“What?” you blink in confusion. 

He runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “You think I want our first kiss to be in front of those idiots?”

Despite the chill in the air, all you can think about is how warm Mikey’s lips are as his mouth finally meets yours.

MITSUYA —

Help.

You do everything in your power to silently convey the four-letter word bouncing around in your head as you meet your best friend’s lavender gaze. Mitsuya’s standing a few feet away across the kitchen, brows furrowed in concern as he watches you endure the ongoing conversation Kisaki trapped you in nearly fifteen minutes ago. At the sound of someone calling his name from the living room, Kisaki looks away for a moment, and you take advantage of the opportunity to jut your chin toward the ceiling.

Mitsuya glances upward, stiffening as he takes in the sight of what Kisaki has yet to notice while you’ve been quietly looking for a way to slip out of the conversation—mistletoe. Your eyes widen in further alarm when Hanma strolls in; there’s not a chance in hell he won’t immediately point out the position the two of you are in. If it were any of your other friends milling about the party, you wouldn’t mind laughing off a kiss on the cheek. But Tetta Kisaki’s crush on you has become borderline obsessive, despite the complete and total lack of interest you’ve displayed in return.

“Hey,” Mitsuya’s soothing voice is a balm to your nerves as he suddenly sidles up beside you, one arm casually wrapping around your waist. 

Kisaki turns back to look at you, mouth tilting downward in a frown, but before he can say anything, Draken’s voice loudly interrupts, “MISTLETOE!”

Oh no.

That’s not—

You spare a glance at Draken, shooting him a betrayed look—he’s the only person that knows you’re stupidly, ridiculously, pathetically in love with your best friend.

The best friend currently spinning you around to face him, one gentle hand now cupping the side of your face. And you’d swear it’s all for show, to dissuade the insufferable attention of the other man now standing behind you, because you know Mitsuya can’t stand him either.

But the way Mitsuya’s staring at you says otherwise, a far deeper emotion painted in the way his eyes crinkle, the way his lips curl as he leans in and murmurs, “Rules are rules, right?”

The kitchen is empty when your kiss-swollen lips finally part from his.

BAJI —

“Baji~” Kazutora’s voice trills from beside the two of you, lips tilted in a mischievous smirk that can mean absolutely nothing good. 

Baji pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling loudly before turning away from you to look at his friend. 

“What,” he deadpans.

Covering his mouth to stifle his laughter, Kazutora points upward. Baji follows with his eyes, immediately bristling beside you when he realizes where you’ve been standing for the past five minutes after Kazutora tugged the two of you over to this particular side of the room. You’re well aware of what’s on the ceiling, but you’ve been pointedly ignoring it. 

“What are you, five?” Baji growls, tossing his empty plastic cup at the mistletoe but failing to dislodge it. 

“I’ll do it if you’re not going to,” Kazutora shrugs, playfully winking at you and pursing his lips in a mock kiss.

You roll your eyes at Kazutora’s latest failed attempt at playing matchmaker between you and Baji, feigning the need for a refill on your drink as you go to walk away. However, you’re brought to an abrupt stop by a firm tug at your waist, and you turn around to find Baji’s finger hooked in your belt loop. 

Eyes going wide as he pulls harder and closes the distance between your bodies, you barely have time to register the determination on Baji’s face before his lips come crashing into yours.

You feel something light hit the top of your head as he nips at your bottom lip—the mistletoe—and Baji waves a middle finger in Kazutora’s direction before dragging you out of the room. 

[beeing1alive]

Heyy!! I love your page so much♡♡♡!!! if you don't mind can you do soft/spicy headcanons of Mikey? Like, Bonten, manila, Kanto, Toman, and the final timeline? Its ok if you don't want to!

Note: I hope it's ok that I only wrote about Toman Mikey here and that you all like it anyway Warning: minors do not interact, 18+ only

Sfw:

absolutely can't keep his hands off you because you're just too tempting for him

still sleeps with his Bayby towel, but he has washed it again for you after ten years, because otherwise you wouldn't want to sleep in the same bed with him

when you can't sleep, he rides around town with you all night on his motorbike

is sometimes in the mood for fun, teasing and childish behaviour and sometimes in the mood for deep conversations, worries and the need for love

tells you about pretty much everything, such as Toman, his friends and the other gangs

Nsfw:

always tries to adapt to you, but can't always hold back so well, but won't do anything you don't want him to do

prefers to give you, of course he loves your blowjobs too, but he loves your juices more

loves shower sex because your bodies stick together so much and because he's lazy and doesn't have to clean anything up

actually gets tired extremely quickly after sex, and when he wakes up afterwards he's hungry straight away, but he still gives you everything you need as aftercare

will 100% have sex with you on his motorbike and moan the whole time about sharing Shinichio is proud of him

Attention: The characters and the gif do not belong to me. All credits go to the actual owners. If you want anything to be changed or removed, please write to me.

[sleepysnk]

a/n: i was feeling under the weather the past few days and i actually was able to get some inspo for some headcanons! i hope you all enjoy! 🫶🏻 also don’t ever get sick </3 it’s annoying as hell.

characters: manjiro (mikey) sano, ken (draken) ryuguji, baji keisuke, hanma shuji

warnings: fluff, reader is sick, sickness (nothing too bad just a cold), mentions of vomit, mentions of food, use of pet names (baby, my girl, princess, babydoll, doll, babe), very very fluffy content.

TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK.

manjiro (mikey) sano:

- oh boy, expect something a little odd from mikey of all people. he doesn’t really know how to take care of someone when they’re sick.

- you had woken up in the middle of the night shivering your ass off. it took you forever to fall back asleep, but when you woke up the next morning, you felt awful. you kept breaking out in cold sweats and your body just get terribly achy the whole time. you assumed you had caught something from someone at work, because many of your coworkers called out a few days prior because of illness.

- mikey decided to swing by when you didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot earlier in the day. he grew curious on your whereabouts, so he made his way to your place and found you swaddled in blankets and the most comfiest clothes you could find.

- completely dumbfounded. he honestly thought you were planning some kind of sleepover or something.

- “babe, why are you doing that? did you plan something without me?! your own boyfriend!”

- then when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, he picked up on the fact that you were clearly unwell. there were tissues scattered along your bedside table and your skin looked a bit lighter than it usually would. you also seemed fairly exhausted and it made your boyfriend worried.

- you tried telling him to leave because you didn’t want him to catch whatever you had, but he refused. he told you time and time again that you were his girlfriend and it was his job to take care of you.

- mikey decided to go out and find you whatever you needed (with the help of draken of course). he found whatever he could to possibly make a person feel better. soup, medicine, gatorade for the electrolytes, etc! he also had to buy himself a dorayaki on the way, but otherwise he managed to find some pretty nice things for you to feel at ease.

- he actually makes a nice bowl of soup for you to enjoy. mikey also makes sure to lend you one of his sweaters so you don’t get cold at night. it’s super adorable and he honestly gets so worried 😭. he makes you call him every night before bed so he can make sure you haven’t somehow passed away or something.

- you guys can’t kiss, but he makes sure to give you a nice forehead smooch every time he swings by your place.

- he is so salty he can’t makeout with you :/.

- when you start to feel somewhat better, he comes over and watches movies with you. you find that his presence helps you sleep a little better. he probably rubs your head and let’s you lay on him so you can get a nice rest. it’s so cute and he sometimes whispers nice things in your ear so you can feel more relaxed. he’s such a sweet boy <3.

- he’s a sweetheart, don’t ever lose this man.

draken (ken) ryuguji:

- he’s such a good boyfriend. i can’t help but say this every time i talk about this goddamn man. i think you can expect the best from draken of all people.

- you had gotten home from work and you were honestly exhausted. you thought you needed a nap or something, but that wasn’t the case. you woke up the next morning with the worst headache ever, and your throat felt like it was sandpaper every time you swallowed. draken noticed your change in behavior immediately, and was very concerned by it.

- draken instantly went into protective boyfriend mode. he made sure that you were keeping yourself hydrated and getting lots of rest, because he didn’t want something bad happening to you. you were his baby. he worried for you more than anything else.

- i hc this man knows how to cook a good meal for you. he definitely went to the grocery store and picked up some stuff for you. he’d make a really nice soup that’d make you feel all warm and fuzzy. it’s all you really feel like eating during the time you’re unwell, so expect lots of soups and other things of the sort. other foods taste horrendous and you can hardly stand them.

- he’s like a total caregiver. he checks on you every chance he gets and always makes sure you’re doing okay. draken constantly reminds you to take your medicine and eat and drink properly. even if you hate it, he’s always making sure you’re okay. he could never lose you.

- “hey baby, how’s my girl doing today? you take your medicine? make sure you finish up your soup. i’ll bring you extra water too.”

- he LOVES to take showers with you. he knows you two shouldn’t be that close, but he also wants you soothe your worries. i feel like he’d be the type to give you massages and help clean your body. he wishes he could kiss you, but he knows that he’ll fall ill. he doesn’t want to burden you with that, so he makes sure to hug you from behind or kiss the top of your head.

- hoodies. hoodies. hoodies. he will give you all of them so you feel warm at night. don’t worry, he’ll also make sure to cuddle you if you have a chill from a fever. he knows how hard it can be to deal with one, so he’ll be by your side for all of it!!

- he so puts the blankets in the dryer so they’re nice and warm for you!

- HE SO WANTS A KISS.

- “no, no kisses.” “aw! come on :(“

- when you start feeling better, he is so relieved to see you back on your feet. you can finally eat regular foods and he’s honestly so glad that you’re back to your usual self. he’d honestly probably cook you something, like a favorite dish. you’d thank this man for everything because he was truly a savior while you were sick in bed.

- however.. he does feel a scratch in his throat later on.

baji keisuke:

- say what you want, but this man is kind of dense. i’m not saying he’s dumb or anything like that all the time, but he can be clueless.

- you woke up the previous night feeling horribly nauseated. your stomach was in knots and you actually ended up catching some kind of stomach bug. you also threw up in the bathroom and it was horrible. you weren’t sure how you had gotten sick, or where you could have gotten the bug, but it was hell. you could hardly fall asleep that night from the stomach pains you felt.

- baji knew something was off the next day when you didn’t come swing by his house like you usually did. he grew really worried so he took a trip and found you in your bed, curled up in a ball looking not so great.

- he honestly thought you were pranking him or something. you had done it before.

- “hey, get up. i know you’re messing around with me right now.”

- after sort of yelling at him, he quickly realized you weren’t joking. he could see how sick you looked and he felt guilty for not believing you. you explained that you hadn’t felt great and you were throwing up your guts the entire night. he wondered if it was because you had eaten at a new restaurant just a few days prior. however, that shouldn’t have been the main focus. he wanted to be a good guy and take care of you because he felt horrible seeing you that way.

- he went to the store and bought you things that could soothe your stomach. his mom had informed him that it’s best to eat soft foods when suffering with a stomach virus, so he bought you some soup and make sure to give you extra water.

- he’s the type to rub your tummy if it feels upset or tight. he knows how bad those stomach aches can be, so he’d make sure to massage you nice and well. also, if you do end up throwing up again, he will hold your hair back and clean up any messes you might make. he’s gonna deal with it all, and he doesn’t care about anything but your well being.

- “baby, drink your water. don’t forget to! i don’t want you feeling worse!”

- total worrywart. he hates to admit it but seeing you in such a state makes him feel so bad 😭. he knows he shouldn’t feel bad, but he just can’t help it. you’re his girlfriend and you mean the world to him. he wouldn’t want something bad to happen to you because he wasn’t there to properly take care of you. that’s why he’s sticking by your side as much as possible.

- he probably would lay with you in bed while you tried to take a nap. he’d be running his fingers along your skin and trying his best to soothe any pain you might have. it’s super cute and he sweet talks you the entire time to make sure you feel relaxed.

- eventually, the bug passes and you feel a lot better within the coming days. poor guy was so fucking worried but you managed to pull through it without any issues. baji probably reminds himself to never let you eat at that restaurant again 😭 and he also makes a note to never go there either.

- better thank him, because you’ll get lots of cuddles and kisses in return ;).

hanma shuji:

- hanma is a very busy man. he has shit to do and things to take care of, like you, but he was completely blindsided when you started to feel sick.

- you were a shivering mess the previous night when you were trying to fall asleep. you just couldn’t get warm and hanma woke up to you shaking like a leaf next to him. he assumed that maybe the heater had turned off or something, but when he awoke the next morning and heard you coughing up a lung, he knew something wasn’t okay with you. it was really worrying for the man.

- “hey, i’m taking you to the doctor, doll. put on something warm.”

- the doctor eventually revealed that you had the flu. your temperature was fairly high and he prescribed some medications for you. hanma was relieved to know that it wasn’t anything too bad, but he wanted to be a good boyfriend and care for you. he hated seeing his princess all sick and exhausted in bed, so he figured he’d help you with it all.

- such. a. fucking. king. he’d take a few days off of work and tell anyone who protests to go fuck themselves.

- hanma would definitely make sure you’re comfortable at home. he buys you plenty of tissues, ibuprofen, etc! he also lets you wear his clothes because he knows you’ll be more comfortable that way. he cooks you some nice food as well, and he even serves you tea for your sore throat. it’s all really sweet, so expect the real princess treatment if you’re not feeling good.

- he also doesn’t care if you get him sick. he’ll cuddle with you, kiss your head, hold you, everything. he’s like a damn furnace and his body heat honestly helps with the chill that comes with a fever.

- “just come here, babydoll. it’s just a little cold or whatever.. could care less about myself.”

- he makes sure you nap often. sleep is honestly some of the best medicine a human being could have, so he lets you fall asleep in his arms a lot. it usually happens after you’ve eaten some soup or watched a movie with him after a really long day. hanma will always make sure you’re well rested and taking care of yourself. it doesn’t matter how far he may be or what the risks might be.

- has probably teased you a few times for being sick 😭. he’d poke fun at you by cleaning up your tissues and making a gross face whenever he sees the snots all over them. you know he’s joking but you can’t help but throw a damn pillow at his head.

- when he does go back to work, he makes sure to call you and check in as many times as he can. he reminds you to take your medicine and that he’ll be home as soon as possible to take care of you. it doesn’t matter how much you reassure him, he will blow up your damn phone to make sure you’re not dead or anything. it’s super cute though. he always knows what to say to make you feel much better.

- once you do get better, he’s very relieved. your fever broke and you were feeling much happier within the coming days. hanma gave you all the kisses and lovings he could possibly give out. it’s super cute.

- he’s such a sweetheart ugh 🥲.

[therapyforrent]

Interrupted pt. 4

Characters: Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Reader, Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Word Count:

Warnings: making out, attempted smut, some degradation (?), sweet talking, teasing, Draken being a gentleman, Mikey being a loveable dork, this is actually very sweet, fluff

Shallow breaths and calloused hands gripped over your hips.

You swallow thickly, letting out a small whine and Mikey can't help but think how cute you are. He shifts himself to face you, tapping his own cheek softly with his finger and dipping his head down to your neck. He smells your lavender shampoo as he draws it up, letting his lips linger over your skin.

You wince lightly.

"Mikey..." You whine, but he only seems to shift his weight back, taking a moment to gather himself.

Mikey is in no need to hurry. He licks the slope of your neck, your thighs trembling as he settles in between them. It feels like hours and your lips are swollen but Mikey takes his sweet time. He's kissing you with slow and deliberate strokes, his tongue flicking across your skin before he wraps his hands around your hips and lifts you up so that your thighs tighten around his hips. You reach up behind him, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. His tongue darts out and you open your mouth wider to take in the larger pieces, letting your tongue slip inside.

A giggle escapes you and he's taken aback, gazing up at you with his own smile. He didn't realize how loud you were being and he notices now, trying to recover.

You're flushed, arms around his neck as he lowers you down to the soft sheets. You don't know how he has this effect on you but he always does.

Every time.

He trails his hands up your waist and you arch your back, and a small squeal escapes you when you feel him touch your sides. You smell so good and you smile so sweetly at him. "You're like a drug..." He giggles and kisses your neck again, slipping his fingers underneath the waistband of your pajamas. You feel your skin break out in a prickly tingling sensation at his touch and he chuckles lightly before pushing the fabric over your hips. You still have your panties on though, because Mikey needs to be in control of the situation, you suspect. He loosens his grip and lets go of your waist, kissing up to your lips once more. 

His kisses are slow, languorous, and he's pouring every ounce of love he can into the kiss. 

You find yourself melting into him, your hands around his neck and your toes curling into the sheets as you squirm. His hand falls back onto your waist and he nibbles your bottom lip gently. He pushes his kisses into your mouth harder, making a smug sound in his throat when you gasp and moan in response. He rests a hand on the small of your back, gripping you tightly in his own. "I just love your smell..." He breathes into your neck, making your skin burn and your breathing quicken and you grip his back. He feels so good to you, even though you've probably done this a hundred times already. "You know that?" you nod and he chuckles softly.

"Only you would turn sweet and innocent into dirty and sultry."

"Ohh..."

You press your thighs around him and he laughs, slipping a hand under your leg and gently pressing you closer to him.

"You're even dirtier then you look." He grins, glancing up at you with a devilish gleam in his eyes. You feel yourself blush just at the sight of his face when he raises an eyebrow. "You always do this, sweetheart." He chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth. "You know that, right?" You nod, his hand on your hip pulling you even closer.

"Of course I do." He rolls you over, bringing you with him so that your head is resting on the pillows and your chest is rising and falling slowly, the tight muscles of your back relaxing. "I want to take this slow..." He kisses your temple and you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against your skin. He continues to trail soft kisses down your jawline until he reaches your shoulder, his lips coming in contact with your pulse. His breathing steadies and he lets out a soft sigh and pulls away. "I want to be as gentle with you as possible."

His voice is thick with emotion and he feels your body react to his next words. You don't know what's come over Mikey but you keep your mouth shut and let him do his thing. Mikey takes a moment, pulling his shirt over his head. His hair is tousled from your constant grabbing and Mikey reaches for your hips, grabbing your pants in an attempt to lower them.

And suddenly Mikey's looking at the other side of the room, locking eyes with Draken.

You didn't even hear him come in, mind far too cloudy to think of anything else. Mikey places his shirt on top of your waist, to protect your modesty as Draken closes his eyes. "Ahhh, shit, I'm sorry." Draken sighs and you blush slightly. "It was rude of me to walk in here without knocking. Especially in this state." Draken bows apologies once more before quietly leaving the room. You and Mikey are alone once more and you chuckle as you sit up. Mikey sighs, the mood clearly ruined but neither of you minded. Mikey leans in to steal one more kiss from you before laying down next to you. He slips his arm around your waist and he pulls you close to him, the rest of his body pressed against you. You feel his breath fall on your neck and you sigh warmly against him, sinking deeper into his embrace. Mikey presses his forehead against the side of yours, his eyes closing softly.

"You're so soft..." He murmurs softly.

Your eyes slowly open and you study his face. He's gazing down at you with a peaceful expression on his face and you press a kiss to him once more.

Bonus:

There's an unfamiliar silence.

Mikey and Draken haven't said a single word to each other, tinkering away on the bike in silence. Draken sighs, taking out the rag in his pocket and wipes his hands clean. "Hey, let me see your screwdriver," Draken held his hand out as Mikey quickly scanned the nearby tools that surrounded him. Picking it up off the ground, Mikey suddenly realized Draken was cleaning the carburetor. Draken had chosen to leave the carburetor on, only removing the bowls. So why was he asking for a screwdriver? "What for?" Mikey raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, so I can gouge my eyes out?" Draken made it seem like the most obvious answer in the world. Mikey erupted in laughter causing the tall blonde to snarl again, standing to stretch his legs. "It's a natural, beautiful act, Kenny!" Mikey laughed, chuckling as Draken, who seemingly wanted to forget the awkward experience, shook his head in disgust.

"It's a side of you I never wanted to see, Mikey..."

A/N: Thanks again for reading and if you sent in any asks, I'm getting to them, just be patient! They will come out shortly! And if I haven't gotten to a character that you would like to see, drop an ask in my inbox!

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[atarathegreat]

Sibling Gang Leader 3

Keisuke Baji

He's guilt tripping you into helping Toman with shit

Don't even bother trying to not help, you will

All your guys love Baji and his friends, so they'll also guilt you into helping the smaller gang

he will fight you in the middle of a brawl- "I was confused, there was too much going on."

no there wasn't, he knew

Kazutora Hanemiya

He doesn't talk to you

Why would he waste his time speaking with you when he and Valhalla could just fight you and your gang?

Ignores you at family functions and in the house

only time he helped you was when you were beating the shit out of your dad

he once asked you to cover up is little beauty mark, but you just made it bigger

congrats, fuel that fued

Manjiro and Emma Sano

He wants you to merge with Toman

Cries about it often, whines until you just walk away

Emma, though ultimately unfazed (She hangs around Toman, c'mon) will toss your name around to save her ass.

She's a girly, and of course you don't want her to get her hands dirty.

"Just merge with us!" "In your wet dreams, Mikey."

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Get fucked, he's too busy with Toman to give a shit about you.

[metranart]

Mikey/Draken/Baji/Mitsuya/Shinichiro x Reader (Shameless Gangbang Tease)

𖦹 Warning tags: Gang members x Reader, smut, rough sex, shameless smut, five x one, glorious orgasms, creampie, cumplay, breeding, explicit sexual consent, sexual tension, obsession, possessive behavior, five boyfriends to eat, shameless flirting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, breast feeding kink, deepthroat kink, friends to lovers, blowjobs, hair pulling, scratching, consensual fivesome, boys sickly in love with reader (must of this tags belong to the complete story) -

Your dreams were getting worse every day and you knew when it all started. Somehow, these boys just made you awfully and embarrassingly, nervous.

"Some close friends of my brother are going to start working here with us for a while, (Y/N), is that okey with ya?” 

Shinichiro had asked you with a soft and friendly smile on his lips. "They are all gang members like I was when I was young,” the black-haired scratched nervously at his nape, “but now that everyone is going to university, they maintain the gang more so as not to lose contact with all the members than other thing—I mean… they no longer break the law….”

You shrugged without turning to look at him, focused on finishing screwing the piece together. 

"This is your workshop, Shinichiro; I have no say in that." 

It still makes your cheeks burn to remember how uncomfortable your crotch felt when your boss's warm and strong hand suddenly took you by the face so that you had to look him in the eye.

"But of course you have a say in this, (Y/N)!" 

The eldest Sano gaze shone with so much intention you could swear your heart skip a beat, his thumb absentmindedly caressing the side of your chin, as he was so used to invade your personal space since both had been working together for over three years by now. 

"You are my most valuable employee, you have never taken a day off, you have never been sick, you are never late, you are outstandingly kind and polite to the clients and you always have a smile for me...-" somehow the air entering your lungs wasn’t enough right then, "...that is very valuable to me, and making you comfortable has become one of my priorities." Shinichiro assured you, and you felt like hitting yourself for stuttering when replying.

"I-I don't mind, Shini, really." You did your best to put yourself together quickly, clearing your throat to disguise the gentle pull to free yourself from his greedy grip. "I mean, I already know Mikey and Izana, I get along with both of them just fine,” you reminded him, “I'm sure I'll get along with the rest just as well."

Shinichiro stared at you with that look that indicated he was analyzing you, trying to guess if you were lying to him to please him or if you really didn't mind, after a minute of scrutiny he decided that you were telling the truth.

His smile was almost blinding and the hug he wrapped you in felt even more asphyxiating that it usually did, and although it made you extremely happy to be able to please him in this small thing, how you regretted not having put up more resistance.

You and Mikey's friends started working side by side and you're not sure when it started, but once it did it didn't stop...your dreams became relentless.

At first, it was one dream a week, then one every other day and then daily. Your dreams were innocent and even funny. The next day you came pumped into the workshop to tell them about the comical situation in which you dreamed them. 

Draken and Baji used to be the ones who bothered you the most about it, mocking good-heartedly and making everyone share a healthy laugh that lasted till the end of a hard labored day… but one morning you stopped sharing and even when they noticed it, didn’t say anything about it. 

Sooner, your cute dreams turned to the dark side, or rather, towards the most obscene and lewdest side. Now full of naked bodies and slap of flesh against flesh, you could even hear the sound with your eyes open, as if it were a cacophony that followed you around.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! — sounded every time your thighs collided with theirs, tangled and stuck in so, so, SO many sexual positions, making you wonder when you acquired so much knowledge of the variety of ways your body could twist while taking cock.

“Ya feeling okay, hun?" Mitsuya had asked you, out of the blue, wearing a worried grimace, as if he had been watching you instead of watching the motorcycle he was fixing, "… your cheeks are awfully red, perhaps you have a fever..." the lilac-haired commented with some concern. 

"It’s not a fever,” Draken was the one who answered him since his large, cool palm had landed on your forehead without your permission, “but she's certainly especially flushed today, maybe you’re overworking yourself, princess?”

The owner of the dragon tattoo wondered using that petname that made you weak on the knees and before you could start searching for an acceptable answer outside of 'my crotch is on fire, I need professional help and I don't mean a psychiatrist', Mikey stole your hand in his and cheekily placed it on top of his cheek.

"Her hand is also hot," the young Sano accused, using your limp palm to caress his face as if it were a soft cloth. 

"Her cheeks have been that color for months now," Baji interjected slowly stepping closer, wiping the grease from his hands before even dare to grace your skin, and even when you thought about dodging his palm which headed straight for your cheek, you couldn’t move. "I think, the one who can best tell us if this is normal is Shinichiro—"

Agreeing on the subject, that for some unknown reason to you was messing up their peace of mind, your boss was called out by the young Sano who didn't care that his older brother was dealing with a client at the time.

“I’m busy,” mouthed the older Sano to his younger version, and Mikey barely had to motion his chin towards you to have Shinichiro apologizing to the client. Shinichiro's features were creased but as soon as he noticed your heated face and tight posture, all scolding evaporated.

"Is it normal for (Y/N)’s face to be that beat-red, Oni-san?" asked Mikey who refused to stop using your hand as a comfort blanket, "I mean, you know her better than us, should we be worried?"

The Elder Sano's attention fell without distraction on you and soon that of the others followed, the anxiety in your head shot like a champagne cork at feeling of their scorching and piercing gazes set on you, and shaking them almost violently away from you, you stated in the least high-pitched voice you could conjure.

"I'm fine! God!" you failed miserable, your voice didn't sound right, "...you all can return to your activities… or-r leave, since it’s past six."

And with that poorly disguised outburst, you turned on your heels, ignoring the worried cries and calls for your attention, took your things and almost ran out of there. Thankfully, it had already been half an hour since the closing time but without a doubt your strange attitude would not pass ignored by that quintet of meddlers. That night your dreams morphed into something offensively, feral.

This time more than one at a time. Draken holding you against the workshop table while took turns with Baji to stuff your pussy— 

“She’s sucking me in-” the tall blonde groaned, it sounded more like a wounded animal than a human, “I can’t get enough of this pussy.” 

The worst of the dreams was that evoked a thirst in you. A doubt that ate you from the inside out: would they stretch you as well as they did in your dreams? Would they synchronize as precisely as your mind accommodated them? Mikey riding your esophagus while his older brother used your tits as the personal loofah of his cock, Draken greedily filling your wet pussy while Baji stuffed your tight ass, and Mitsuya's long fingers tangled in yours as he guided you over his erect cock, milking himself for cum—And worst of all, you loved every damn second of them using you as their concubine, like a whore who couldn’t have enough. 

In your dreams you did the things you wanted to do in real life, in your dreams you weren’t a shy, awkward girl… you spread your legs for Shinichiro's little brother friend’s, letting them use you as their personal cocksleeve, their glorified cumdump…. You hated it and loved it, all at the same time. 

And without realizing it or being able to control it, the wet dreams became more graphic and aggressive. 

You woke up gasping and scratching the sheets, your body bathed in transpiration and other fluids that left your thighs sticky and forced you to take a daily bath. You hated how flashbacks of your unholy dreams played in front of you, every time they said good morning to you in the workshop, or when they asked you for advice about some repair, or when their hands accidentally graced your skin ... it had turned into the most sublime torture, because even though everyone was already an adult and probably sexually active.... they just made you feel like a schoolgirl again. Out of control and ready to burst by a mere touch.

And, were those devilish dreams that soon made you feel uncomfortable in your own skin, forcing you to distance yourself, forcing you to take cold shower before sleep, and even, forcing you to consider the option of quitting your job...

Not even an entire day had passed, when you had Shinichiro ringing the doorbell of your apartment. You opened the door with some strangeness.

“Shini-”

"-I told you to tell me if it bothered you to work among gang members, (Y/N)," Shinichiro began without even letting you explain why you hadn't gone to work, "...or is it that I'm not a good boss anymore?" He wondered, half-worried, half-offended.

"Did I disrespect you without realizing it—because if that's the case, I’m SO sorry, it wasn't my intention…" the black-haired man's ramblings were so fast and desperate that you had a hard time finding a space to talk, "... I know you-I thought we were friends, that is to say—I consider you my friend, one of my best friends, I even told you how preciousyou are to-to… to my shop-p...” he didn’t mean to say shop but became a coward when all he could think about was not losing you, “and I'm sure that the others thing the same-"

The tips of your fingers resting on his lips was what finally made his voice fade away. 

“—Why is your first assumption that I quit my job?”

Without a doubt, you were astonished by how well this man in front could read you.

Shinichiro sighed tightly against your fingertips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine, forcing you to lower your hand and involuntarily take one step away, almost as if his mere presence burned you.

It didn’t pass unnoticed, making him sigh again.

"...As I said, I know you well and although most of the time I seem distracted, I have noticed that you look…. shaken."

You stood quiet, trying to convey to him confidence but failing miserably since your fidgeting hands were proof enough and if he needed more evidence, your foot rapidly tapping against the floor was there to support his statement.

“…… Shaken?” You repeated, trying to make sense of the word. Well, you were shaken but maybe not in the way he thought.

"I'm fine, it doesn't bother me in the least to work among gang members and yes! I also consider you one of my best friends-"

"Then why do you want to leave?" Shinichiro asked without being able to contain himself, ".... I’m really trying here, (Y/N). We're ALL trying hard in the workshop," he said without thinking, "everyone has their own internal fight to not disrespect you, not to cross that thin line," he continued without realizing that his tongue may be revealing secrets that were not his to share, "... you have no idea how difficult it is for us as well. If I told you what I have heard, what I have been told...—" he continued and suddenly you noticed that it wasn't his words that came out of his mouth:

"I feel like I'm on fire, brother" Mikey..., "my mind no longer belongs to me, boss..." Baji..., "you should force us to wear uniforms, those skirts are going to make me cross-eyed," Draken..., "is it perfume or it’s her natural scent? Cause is drivin’ me insane either way," Mitsuya...

"-God! You're so gullible," Shinichiro growled sternly before ruffling his hair between his hands violently, "...just-just…. Just don't leave us, okey? —we'd go crazy." Your boss admitted shame forgotten. 

“The city of Tokyo can’t stand five heartbroken gang members, there would be anarchy..." The eldest Sano joked to lower the tension, to try to save his loose tongue. 

He knew… he had fucked up. He said it all, he couldn't contain himself, he felt it was the only way to keep you, even if he only had one a fifth of you, he accepted it, he would covet that fifth... it would be enough, and suddenly, his huge, deep black eyes pierced your very soul with such seriousness that you almost didn't recognize him.

"-So, what do you think?" He asked and somehow you sensed that wasn't referring to work.

You raised an eyebrow and your mouth prepare to part, but he interrupted you again, "-It's what you think... I'm not talking about work anymore." 

Shinichiro Sano confirmed, and the oxygen got stuck in your chest. Were you hearing correctly or was this another one of your wet dreams?! because without a doubt Shinichiro had not only declared his feelings to you but also those of four other, extremely close people...

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "I know it's sudden but-..." he gathered his courage, "these guys are not only Mikey's family- they are also mine... and none of them could stand to see the other destroyed, so-..."

You waited for him to finish because you still couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"So, we got together to talk, and many truths were told... and we all agreed..." Shinichiro nodded his head, "we wouldn't even feel jealous, I mean, I don't know how this could work but... we just know it can work," he suddenly stopped his speech to scratch his head uncomfortably, "...am I making myself clear or am I just looking like an idiot?"

You grimaced lightly, and he tensed. 

"You're making yourself look like an idiot..." you said after a long silence, that without realizing it was consuming Shinichiro’s mental sanity, ".... but the answer is... yes."

He blinked a few times, and his lips mouthed ‘yes’ without sound, he shook his head and this time he did find his voice. "...Are you sure? We don't want you to feel uncomfortable-"

"I don't feel uncomfortable."

He nodded, and just to prove a point to himself, he dared to do what had wanted to do for almost three years. So, slowly searching your hand with his, those long, elegant fingers played with yours for a moment before tangling like a vine around a trunk.

".... I’m just gonna-” he gulped, “… just don’t move, ‘key?"

Your cheeks heated up and without knowing why you were sharing this uncanny telepathy- you already knew what he wanted. You stood still as ordered, and without wasting a single second he leant towards you without letting go of your hand, his nose bumped yours first and there he waited, giving you one last chance to change your mind….. time's up... feeding time.

His mouth pressed to yours and your heart fluttered inside your chest like a thousand butterflies, his lips were soft but firm in their advance, a clash of nerve endings like fuses lighting up to be consumed by desire and lust accumulated by three years of abstinence. His kiss felt like cold water in an arid desert, his tongue briefly asked for permission and as soon as he got it, danced its way inside like a snake sliding into a rabbit hole, devouring and feeding, leaving only destruction in its wake. 

Panting and overwhelmed, you stared at each other for a long minute. Your knees shook, and Shinichiro had the quickness of mind to wrap his arm around your waist before you fell.

"God! Three years, (Y/N). You're a sadist." He chuckled against your feeble lips, pecking your heaving mouth as if he couldn’t stand to stay away from you for even a second, it warmed your heart, and both stayed there enjoying the closeness.

".... When?" You were the first to speak.

He grinned, mischievously.

“Are you free tomorrow?” He scoffed, kissing the tip of your nose.

"I work at the store tomorrow," you teased, and his smile turned wolfish. "That boss of yours is an ass." 

You agreed and he burst out laughing. "But seriously, Tomorrow is a good day to start."

“…. Start?”

He quirked a raven eyebrow. “Sure, get used to each other, and that kind of stuff. You didn't think we were a bunch of brutes, did you?” you shrugged embarrassed being caught and he snickered, “well, I’m a little offended..." he deadpanned, pretending to be hurt yet that sinful smirk gave him away, "...we want to spoil you first and then,” he held your stare, “then… we’ll stuff you good and eat you for Christmas."

That smirk on his face should have been warning enough....

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[fueledbysano]

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅: 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐅𝟏 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

mikey as your professional racer husband ♡

♱ ft. racer!mikey x afab!reader

♱ content/warnings: manga spoilers, fluff, domestic fluff, suggestive themes

♱ a/n: well, if this isn't the life. I plan to make this a mini series for the other tr boys' future professions too when I have the time. anw i love racer mikey so much he can have my kids

˗ˏˋ A normal day for Mikey typically looks like training, and practice races. and so, you start the day with making him a big breakfast so he stays in top condition for the day.

˗ˏˋ He also loves it when you eat with him, so he sits you on his lap, making sure you have a taste of your own delicious creation.

˗ˏˋ Before he leaves, it's routine that you're the one to put on his uniform and protective gear. You finish off by placing a sweet kiss on his lips before securing a helmet over his head.

˗ˏˋ Everytime he drives off, it becomes a habit to flash his tail light three times for you as an "I love you".

˗ˏˋ and he also brought up this habit on his actual races, blinking it for you before the countdown as good luck; to which you eventually realized, as you always get the front row seats to his tournaments and matches.

˗ˏˋ In the race track, you are still Mikey's number one, quite literally, when you are wearing one of his jackets that has your shared last name and the distinct number "1" on the back, which is Mikey's number.

˗ˏˋ You are often shown on the big screen as you watch Mikey, making sure to capture your reaction, especially to his wins.

˗ˏˋ You eventually learned how to pose like a model, especially when cameras love stealing shots of you— the star racer's stunning and supportive wife.

˗ˏˋ If you look him up, there's a handful of cute photos of the two of you kissing beside the race track.

˗ˏˋ You are the first person he looks for after every race, and you'll always be ready to hug him proudly whatever place he gets.

˗ˏˋ You always host a celebratory party for him everytime Mikey wins a race. And you always go extravagant.

˗ˏˋ Sometimes, Draken would scold you for how much you spoil your husband.

˗ˏˋ Especially on days when Mikey would run late on training and engine check, all because he refused to leave you in bed.

˗ˏˋ But it's a give and take, really. Considering how much Mikey spoiled you as well.

˗ˏˋ Firstly, he always takes you on his overseas tournaments. You never missed a race, no matter how far it was held.

˗ˏˋ With Draken and Inupi's help, he even made you a motorcycle of your own that looked as stylish as his.

˗ˏˋ The glint in your eyes when you saw it for the first time had paid off, and he immediately took you to a test drive.

˗ˏˋ During your teenage years, you learned how to drive Mikey's CB250T which was basically riding a bike for you. But to drive an actual sports motorcycle was more complicated.

˗ˏˋ Mikey practically wrapped you in safety gear and helmet, protectively wrapping his arms around you as you drove it for the first time.

˗ˏˋ By the end of the day, when you got a hold of its machinery, you and Mikey were cruising down the seaside highway on your own bikes.

˗ˏˋ This then became your favorite date activity— to have joy rides on different corners of the country.

˗ˏˋ However, you sometimes insist on being his passenger, mainly because you get to embrace him for the whole ride. And this is something he couldn't deny.

˗ˏˋ It's usual for Mikey to end the day with worn out or sore limbs, so you always prepare him a bath and give him a massage afterwards.

˗ˏˋ And to this, he thanks you with kisses and invites you into the tub with him.

˗ˏˋMikey's motorcycle isn't the only thing he's good at riding.

˗ˏˋ Considering his intensity of training, the strength in his limbs and core pays off in bed.

˗ˏˋ Making love with Mikey is always an intimate and hot experience for the both of you; as if he's studied every part of your anatomy and how your body reacts to certain touches.

˗ˏˋ and god, his body— it was a sculpture of beauty that made it impossible to hold the thoughts in your head.

˗ˏˋ His hands are skillful in pulling off your clothing too, all while keeping them in one piece no matter how eager he is.

˗ˏˋ Going on days, even weeks without having sex is a regular occurrence to you, considering that he would always be tired from training or tournament when he comes home.

˗ˏˋ But oh, the sex makes it all up.

˗ˏˋ Mikey couldn't hold back any longer. Every part of him is screaming to thrust his way inside your pussy and pound away at it, but another part of him is telling him to take it easy on you, since it's been awhile and all. but he doesn't think he can.

˗ˏˋ He's wanted this all day— to be buried balls deep inside of you, hear how you moan, feel your warm, tight hole suck up his dick.

˗ˏˋ He thrust his hips forward and your pussy took him in inch by inch. You're wet and tight, and feel so goddamn good. You moaned when you felt him all there and that moan is what he's been needing— Sweet, innocent and all his.

˗ˏˋ "Shit, [ Y / N ]," He groaned in your ear. "I won't be able to go easy," He grunted. "Then don't." You hooked an arm around the back of his neck and lifted your legs to his muscular shoulders.

˗ˏˋ That one sentence is about to turn him into a maniac. It's the fuel he needs— the words he never knew he craved.

˗ˏˋ and it did; the bed shook, headboard slamming against the wall and wood creaked with every thrust.

˗ˏˋ “My pretty wife~” He couldn't help but admire your flushed face, his eyes flickering to your breasts that bounced with every thrust.

˗ˏˋ “I love you s'fuking much…” He whimpered, finding his release with one final thrust. You didn't last longer with his sweet praises either and climaxed with him, practically merging your bodies together along with your hot moans and his soft kisses.

˗ˏˋ “I love you too~” you let him rest his head on your chest and comb your fingers through his dark hair.

��ˏˋ Mikey is practically the ideal spouse one could ask for, and he thinks about how perfect of a wife you are, not able to imagine himself being with someone else. You always wonder how insanely lucky you are to have found each other and to be finally doing something that you both just once dreamt of.

[haihaihaitani]

The Bucket List ~ *Manjiro Sano*

Summary: It's another late night without Mikey. It seems this keeps happening. After spending so many nights worrying, you finally decide to take action. All it takes is a notebook and a pen to try and fix your relationship.

Pairing: Manjiro Sano X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 2063

Warning: Mentions death, hurt to comfort

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel​

It was another late night and you were sick with worry. Mikey said he would be home at a decent time, but just like the last couple times he made that promise, he lied. So here you are, sitting at the kitchen table, wondering where he was. 

While you were panicking on the inside, you knew you needed to do something to take your mind off of things. That’s why you had a notebook and a pen before you. With a sigh, you picked up the pen and began to write. At first, your words were slow and unsure, but eventually you became more confident and sure with what you were writing. It was like the words were flowing out of you and you were determined to capture them all as quickly as they came into your head.

You were so absorbed in your little project that you didn’t hear the front door to your apartment open. You jumped when you felt Mikey gently put his hand on your shoulder. He gave you a small, yet sad smile. You returned the look before returning to your work.

He took the chair in front of you before softly saying, “I’m sorry.” When you didn’t answer, he spoke again. “How long have you been up?”

“I never went to sleep.”

“Oh, I see.” He mumbled, and you could sense him shifting in front of you as you worked. “What are you writing?”

With a sigh, you finally set the pen down, leaned back, and started to massage your hand that was beginning to ache. “I’m making a list, a bucket list to be exact.”

He looked at you suspiciously. “Can I ask why?”

“Well, I started thinking about the fact that you come home later and later each night.” You caught his wince at your words. “And as much as that bothers me, I know it’s who you are and I can’t ask you to give up your gang. So instead, I’m giving you an incentive to be careful and to always come home to me.”

Mikey’s eyebrows furrowed some more. “An incentive? What do you mean?”

You turned the list you were working on towards him. “These are all things I want to do with you before either of us die. I’ve already got a good start on the list, but I would love to hear your input as well.”

He took his time reading each item on the list. Occasionally he would ask clarifying questions, which you would answer, and he would return to reading. When he was done, he set the list down and stared at you for a long time. You weren’t uncomfortable under his gave. Instead of regarding you with contempt or sadness, he merely looked curious, almost as if he was thinking of what he would put on such a list. You gave him all the time he needed to make sure he had all of his thoughts in order.

“May I have the pen, please?” He asked quietly, holding out his hand to you.

You nodded and gave him the writing utensil. He stared at you again for a moment more before he began writing. You watched him write, unable to discern any of the words as he was hunched over the paper and it was upside down. Instead, you let out a slow, long breath from your nose and stood up.

This caught his attention and he gave an adorable, little pout. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to make us some coffee. Is that alright?”

“Oh.” He gave a sheepish nod before returning to his writing.

A small smile escaped you. Quietly, you slipped into the kitchen and started the coffee pot. As you reached for two mismatched mugs, you sighed. This isn't how you expected this night to go at all. You thought you would be curled up against Mikey as the two of you dreamed the night away in your warm and comfy bed. It made your heart hurt. You thought that you would be able to find a guy who would do normal, domestic things, like sleeping in the same bed or drinking coffee in the morning together. Normal things that normal couples do when they’ve been together for almost three years. 

But nothing was ever normal when it came to Mikey. You would never get to do normal, domestic things with him. You would never get to fall asleep together in the same bed. You would never get to enjoy a warm cup of coffee in the morning as you both sat in comfortable silence. He would always be away from home late, and come back with more wounds than you could count. You would always be terrified of whether or not he’d come back home alive, or if the police would finally arrest him.

As much as those thoughts scared you, you weren’t too upset with how tonight was going. Sure you didn’t think you’d be making a bucket list with your lover at the crack of dawn, but you were glad you were. With each item you put on the list, it was another reason for Mikey to come back to you, safe and sound. It was another day the two of you could be together, away from danger. And that made you feel a little better. At least you could try to work through this list together. Perhaps the more you completed, the more he’d want to spend time with you, away from his gang. Perhaps the two of you could be closer to what normal couples did.

Mikey tapped your shoulder again, causing you to jump. “The coffee’s done.”

“Oh, okay.” Carefully, you poured two cups and fixed your coffee to how you liked it, while Mikey drank his black.

“Are you done writing your list?” You asked as you sipped your coffee.

He nodded. “I have one more thing to write and then I’m done.”

“Alright.”

You followed him back into the dining area where you saw a long list of words. You weren’t ready to read what he wrote yet. You watched him write the last thing he wanted on the list before sliding it slowly over to you.

“There.” He mumbled. “It’s up to you what you want to keep or what you want to get rid of. I don’t care. I just kind of let it all out. None of anything I’ve written needs to be set in stone. I don’t mind.”

You nodded and gently picked up the notebook to read what was written. Nothing he asked for was super big and extravagant. If anything, it made you smile. He had simple wishes. Easy requests that you’d be more than happy to grant. It was a shame it took this long to figure that out. If you had known, then maybe you could have gotten to work on this list a lot sooner. Still, you were glad you were learning all of this now.

At the very bottom of the list, the smile you held inside broke to the surface. He had asked for more mornings enjoying coffee together. A normal, domestic couple moment. A moment that you wanted more than anything else in the world. He wanted it too. It made you so happy.

“Is it good?” Though Mikey’s voice was quiet, you could hear the eagerness of a child in it. “Do you like what I wrote?”

Looking up at him, you smiled and nodded. “Yes. I like what you wrote. All of this, we can do. We can work through this list with ease. I’m not worried about missing a single thing.”

“Yeah? That’s good.” He smiled a little and sat back in his seat. He finished his coffee before frowning at you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t…”

“No, I need to say this.” He sat up again and took one of your hands in his. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. You don’t deserve any of it. You have always been there for me when I needed you most. But when you needed me, I was nowhere to be found. You didn’t ask for this life. You wanted me to be the perfect boyfriend and I’ve tried. But along the way, I stopped trying because things got too hard. You are worth trying for and I want to try again. That’s why I want to work on this bucket list with you. I want to do everything written here before we die with you. I want to try and be that perfect boyfriend again for you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “Mikey, don’t. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I first started dating you, so don’t act like I didn’t know. I knew how much the gang and the boys mean to you. I wasn’t going to get in the way of that. But you are right. One day, I don’t know when, it felt like you didn’t care anymore. But I still cared, I still love you. That’s why I put up with it all this time. I won’t lie and say what you did didn’t hurt. It’s going to take some time to rebuild that trust and get back to where we once were. But if you want to stay and you want to try again, I will be right beside you as we work through this, okay?”

He nodded, eagerness in his actions as he squeezed your hand tightly. “Yes, I want to try! I want to be with you forever. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to be the man you need, no matter what I have to do to achieve it.”

You smiled and rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. “Thank you for the apology, Mikey. I really appreciate it.”

“Are you sure it was enough? I don’t think-”

“It was enough.” You assure him. “It was enough for now. As we progress, your apology can be in the form of you trying, proving that you want to be with me. Then it will all be enough.”

He pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “Thank you. I can’t thank you enough. You’re too good for me. Sometimes I wonder if I’m even worth everything you’ve done for me.”

“Hey…” You whisper, taking his face in your unoccupied hand. “Hey don’t say that! Don’t even think that! You’re more than enough, my love. Yes, you’ve dropped the ball on numerous occasions, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving you. I will always love you, no matter what you put us through.”

He gave a small chuckle. “You make it sound like I’m a bad boyfriend.”

You smile. “You have your moments. But you’re not the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. You just need a little help from time to time. And I’m more than happy to be of assistance. I do it because I love you.”

“And I love you too.” He kissed the palm of the hand on his cheek.

You sighed before standing up and withdrawing your hands. “It’s late. We should go to bed. I’ll clean the mugs.”

“Just leave them in the sink, I’ll clean them in the morning.” Mikey took your hand gently. “Come to bed with me.”

You nodded and followed him into the bedroom. He changed into comfy clothes and you pulled back the covers for him to slide into bed. As soon as he was in bed, he wrapped his arms around you and cuddled you close. It had been so long since the two of you cuddled like this. Tears again appeared in your eyes and you blinked them away. You wouldn’t cry about how much you missed this. If you did, you would break his heart. Instead, you smiled and melted into his embrace. You wished that you could have more soft nights like this.

“What should we work on tomorrow?” Mikey mumbled, his voice thick with sleepiness.

“What?”

“On the list. What should be the first thing we do tomorrow?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle before shifting so you could kiss his nose. “How about I make coffee in the morning?”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

“Don’t worry, we have the rest of our lives to finish this list together.”

He sighed and pulled you even closer. “That sounds absolutely wonderful.”

[captain-hawks]

somewhere only we know

— manjiro sano x f!reader

summary — Even months spent apart can't stop the way your body instinctually reacts to Mikey's proximity, his touch. The way his mouth fits against yours. Especially not when he slips into your house unannounced in the middle of the night.

18+ ONLY

wc — 2.2k

content — established relationship, getting back together, angst, feels, smut, fingering, mentions of oral sex, oral fixation, finger sucking, praise kink, unprotected p in v, creampie

set in an undefined bad!future timeline, circa 2018

You’re traipsing on the precipice of sleep when you smell it—wisps of cold, autumn air, clinging brightly to a distinct, heady mix of bergamot and sage that immediately sets your pulse racing. Despite the silence that hangs heavily over the house in the late hour, you’re well aware of who has silently slipped in well before the mattress gently dips beside you. 

Mikey slides under the tangle of covers with a practiced ease, body curling around yours with a familiarity that makes your chest ache, the steady beating of his heart a reassuring caress against your shoulder blade. His breath is hot against the nape of your neck, a stark contrast to the touch of his chilled skin as he drags his nose along the soft edges of your hairline. 

His calloused fingers are careful as they drift down your forearm, his thumb catching against the inside of your elbow before his hand comes to rest in a loose grip on your hip. Your body goes pliant in his embrace, nerves and limbs reacting on muscle memory alone. You can feel him toying with the small hole in the hem of the shirt you sleep in more often than not—his shirt—his pointer finger skirting the waistband of your underwear in the process. 

“Mikey,” you whisper, vocal chords straining as you say his name out loud for the first time in months. 

You try to suppress the full-body shudder that threatens to wrack through you when he buries his face in the curve between your shoulder and your neck, his hair tickling your cheek. It’s an effort to suppress the urge to reach back and card your fingers through the silken strands. He exhales heavily, dragging his thumb over your hip bone once, twice, three times. 

“Manjiro.”

He pauses at that, finger left hovering in the air, though the ghost of his touch remains. 

(It always has.)

Closing your eyes, you murmur, “You said this was a bad idea.”

You can feel him nod slowly against you.

“You said we had to stop,” you continue, your throat tight as you try to force the words out. The hollow space inside of you quivers at the memory of that night. 

“I know,” he finally speaks aloud in a quiet tone, and your resolve nearly crumples on the spot at the sound of his voice.

“Then why—”

“Please,” he interrupts, his voice breaking on the single syllable, fingers beginning to tremble against you.

“Mikey, what happened?” you ask, chest constricting under the weight of a question you’re not sure you want an answer to. 

There’s a damp feeling where his face is pressed against your skin, and he shudders. “I don’t…I can’t…,” he fumbles for the right words. “I just—”

You should tell him to leave.

You should save yourself the inevitable heartache.

You should remind him of every single reason why he told you he was no good for you in the first place.

But you can’t lie to yourself. 

Not when you sleep in this ratty old shirt every night.

Not when you’ve yet to move the spare key to a new hiding place, one that he no longer knows.

Not when every nerve ending in your body traitorously hums to life at his proximity now.

Not when you know he’ll leave without another word if you really want him to, regardless of the pain his words are doused with.

“This is the only place I feel like I can breathe,” he murmurs, catching your ankle with one of his own. 

“Here?” you ask, surprised by his admission. 

His lips trace his next words against your shoulder. “With you.”

You turn your head, and Mikey lifts his own, staring down at you in the darkness with his lips slightly parted, eyes searching yours. He must see something in your face as you gaze up at him, unable to hide your reaction to his admission, because the corners of his lips fall downward in a frown.

“This is selfish of me,” he sighs in defeat, looking away. “I’m sorry.”

Reaching upward, your fingers skirt the curve of his jaw, your thumb nudging his chin to face you once more. “What did I tell you before, Manjiro?”

–

“I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve this—happiness.”

“Why the hell do you think that?”

“Because I’m not a good person. Because it’s selfish of me to think I can live the life I lead and drag you down with me.”

“Don’t I get any say in this?”

“Your opinion of me can’t change the things I’ve done.”

“Just be selfish with me, Manjiro.”

–

“I can’t,” he chokes out, your breath hitching at the feel of his palm brushing against your wrist as he covers your hand with his before letting his forehead fall against your own. 

Heart racing in your chest, you whisper, “Why not?”

He lets out a strangled sound, tightening his grip on your hand. “Why aren’t you telling me to leave?”

You shift your face ever so slightly, brushing your nose against his. “Because this is the first time I’ve been able to breathe since you left.”

His mouth is so close that the warmth of each breath that he exhales curls around the edges of your lips, a phantom of a kiss that leaves you dangerously dizzy in its wake. 

“And it’s not selfish if I want it, too,” you whisper.

You can feel the tangible shift in the air as the last fragments of Mikey’s resolve crumble to dust, his sharp intake of air the only warning before his lips come crashing into yours. 

Heat blooms in your chest, a small, muffled sound passing through your lips. There’s nothing hesitant about it—the way Mikey claims your mouth with his own. The curve and press of his lips as they warmly slot against yours silently say the rest, more words neither of you has the patience for right now. 

Not when he’s curled against you, one hand caressing the side of your neck as he licks his way into your mouth, a pleased hum vibrating in his throat as you softly moan for him when he deepens the kiss. His thumb scrapes along the underside of your chin, and you open further for him, your body arching as his tongue wraps around yours. 

Your neck aches from the position, Mikey’s chest still pressed against your back. But any thoughts of rolling over to face him fly swiftly out the window when he responds in kind to the way you just moved against him, a low groan tumbling from his lips as he rolls his hips into your backside. His sweatpants do little to hide his stiff erection, and your mouth waters at the way his cock drags heavily between your ass cheeks as he grinds against you. 

Mikey groans into your mouth when you pointedly rub your ass against his cock, urging him to continue. The kiss grows wet and messy, your lips swollen and spit-soaked as he begins to roughly rut into you. 

“Are you wet for me?” he implores softly.

Your panties are already well on their way to being soaked by the gush of arousal steadily leaking out of you, cunt quivering with anticipation at the thought of being filled by the thick length pressing against you.

“Why don’t you find out?” you tease, though it’s a battle to get the words out without moaning when he slips a hand under your shirt and palms your supple breasts. 

Unable to keep your neck twisted in his direction any longer, you lay your cheek back down against the pillow, keening at the way he immediately begins to kiss his way along the hinge of your jaw. Mikey hums as he drags his lips down the side of your neck, stopping to suck at the sensitive skin there, rolling it between his teeth until it’s tender. 

“Do you think I need this?” he asks, abandoning your breasts to slide his middle finger along your bottom lip in question.

He doesn’t need you to suck on his fingers, coating them in spit before he eases you open.

He definitely doesn’t need to, not when a load of sticky arousal has begun to leak out of your panties, coating the inside of your thighs.

Not when his entire thick, throbbing cock could plunge straight into your slick cunt without an ounce of resistance.

But it’s hard to focus when he’s pulling down on your kiss-swollen bottom lip with the tip of one of his slender fingers, harder still when your tongue darts out to lick it, and he slides it into the warmth of your mouth, adding another a moment later. Mikey moans appreciatively at the way you begin to shamelessly suck on his fingers, drool pooling on your tongue as you continue to grind your ass into his throbbing erection. 

When he finally pulls away, you mourn the loss, but your mouth is then quickly occupied by a choking gasp of pleasure when Mikey’s hand snakes its way into your panties, fingers sliding through your puffy, slick folds with ease.

“Oh fuck,” Mikey groans, hotly kissing the nape of your neck. 

All you can do is loudly moan in response when he slips two fingers into your cunt, your soaking wet walls greedily clenching down on the sensation. 

“Mikey,” you keen, saliva dripping onto your pillow as your mouth remains open, body alight with pleasure.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with lust as he starts to fuck you with his fingers.

And if this were a normal night between the two of you, you know he’d bring you over the edge like this, one hand teasing your sensitive, pert nipples until your wet cunt is gushing all over the fingers of the other. 

He’d tug you up onto your knees afterward, fingers digging into your ass and tongue sloppily lapping at your pussy till you’re nearly sobbing, his voice steady as he urges you to come for him one more time before he fucks you. (And you nearly come now from the thought of that alone—the pleased way he’d rasp, “Good girl,” right after you squirt all over his face.)

But you’re trembling with desperation right now, body aching with a need that hasn’t been sated in months. And you know he is, too. You can feel it in the thinly veiled restraint behind each of his movements.

“Need you inside of me,” you whine.

Mikey’s quick to oblige, the sheets rustling with movement as he kicks off his pants and boxers, one finger hooking in your panties as he tugs them aside, and you relish in the way the lacy material presses firmly into your skin. 

And then Mikey’s entire body is flush with yours as he finally sinks his thick cock into your dripping cunt with one stroke, a white-hot wave of pleasure washing over your body as your tight walls stretch wide to accommodate his girth. 

“Missed you so goddamn much,” he chokes out, groaning deeply when he bottoms out inside of you.

He grasps your hip with one hand as he slowly pulls out, the fingers of his other returning to your tits, groping them while they bounce as he roughly snaps his hips and plunges back into you. 

“Missed you,” you breathe out, caught between the desire to savor the slow push and drag of his slick shaft and the need to be fucked senseless into the mattress. 

Mikey’s torn, too, if his inconsistent rhythm is anything to go by. He alternates between massaging your inner walls with deep thrusts that make you writhe and relentlessly jackhammering into your slick hole, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans while you whimper and moan for him. 

“So fucking pretty for me,” he pants, tugging your shirt upward to drink in the sight of your jiggling breasts as his cock repeatedly disappears into the greedy warmth between your legs.

“Manjiro,” you pant when he pinches your nipple, whimpering and thrusting downward, urging him to fuck you even deeper.

Mikey’s answering moan is wrecked, the lust in his voice tangled in emotion as he gasps, “I love you.”

Every muscle in your body seizes up as a wildfire of pleasure erupts, the ache between your thighs boiling over into a searing, gushing sensation that leaves you trembling while Mikey fucks you through your orgasm, slamming inside of you to the hilt one last time.

A hot flood of cum fills your cunt as his cock pulses heavily inside of you, and Mikey’s arms wrap around your body tightly while your walls milk every last drop of his seed. Breathing heavily, neither of you goes to move, not even when his shaft begins to soften within your velvety grip.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, the weight that’s been pressing down on your chest for months sliding off as Mikey laces your fingers together atop the pillow. Even more quietly, you ask, “Are you staying?”

Mikey’s silent for a moment, body going entirely still before he carefully replies, “Can I?”

You nod, and you can feel the smile that crosses his lips as he presses a soft, reverent kiss just below your ear before he lets out a long, shaky breath.

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[vincent-4ever]

hiii it’s me again 🤗 i request the inui one and i loveddd it!! you 100% did the prompt justice!! i had just one more headcanon where mikey is the type to tilt his head to the side when he’s confused kinda like a dog if you know what i’m talking about 😓 but keep being awesome and if i ever think of another headcanon i’ll let you know!🤗

TY IM SO HAPPY I DID IT JUSTICE!

and OMG yes I love this prompt 😭😭 that's so cute

I always thought that to tbh 😭😭 I ALSO THOUGHT OF CHIFUYU DOING IT LOL

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G!n reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Mikey tilts his head when he's confused

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"Huh? can you repeat that?"

╰┈➤ Mikey spaces out a lot, usually because he's thinking about everything all at once. Toman, food, and basically anything else going on in his life.

╰┈➤ Sometimes you swear talking to this man is like talking to a wall 😭

╰┈➤ Once you snapped him back to reality after realizing he's been staring at you blankly the whole time you were ranting about anything and everything, his eyes widen.

╰┈➤ He tilts his head "huh? you were talking this whole time?"

╰┈➤ He also is one of those people who can't hear you even after you repeated what you said for the 50th time, and the whole time his head is tilted.

╰┈➤ if anyone were to enter the room all they'd hear is what you're trying to tell him and him saying "huh?" over and over again

╰┈➤ Not to mention, he gets confused very easily. Like if you don't say something in the most simple way he'll sometimes not understand what you're trying to say.

╰┈➤ So basically, he does this very frequently lol

╰┈➤ You don't mind, you adore it since you find it really cute, and although he doesn't understand why you find it cute ever since you said you did he won't ever stop doing it, not like he was going to anyways.

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HIHIHI!!! I hope I also did this prompt justice!!! I hope you like it 😍😍 and can't wait for the next headcanon you come up with!