#sano mikey

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万次郎 // GIVEN THE CHOICE ⠀ ༝ ༝ bonten!mikey ⠀ ༝ ༝ 8.4k words ⠀ ⚠︎ big brother!draken, mentions of violence, character death, manga spoilers, pregnancy, angst, suggestive?, implied fem!reader but no pronouns. ⠀ — you've always liked mikey growing up. how do you tell him years down the line that you've had his kid?

there’s not much to say about being the younger sibling to draken. 

even less about his delinquent friends he seemed to follow around like a puppy. 

but you could say a lot about his friend mikey. self-proclaimed leader at the age of eleven, you watched from the sidelines as he became the true leader of his silly group toman, saw how it’d develop to something more as you grow older. 

and as the years pass, you become more acquainted with those same people he’s always around - namely one baji keisuke, who made it very apparent from the start he wanted to be your friend because ‘only cool guys have a weak best friend’ and apparently no one else in toman was weak. 

days turn to weeks turn to years with you in their shadow, but you’ve never seemed to mind. 

you enjoy your view from the sidelines. 

“you can’t tell anyone.” you warn baji with a finger pointed in his direction, eyes narrowed as if that could somehow make your threat more lethal. 

he holds his hands up in mock-defense, taking a step away with his shoulders slouched, “you have my word.” 

you look away from him, arms crossing over your chest as you answer. 

“sorry?” he tilts his head, leaning forward, “didn’t quite catch that.” 

you feel yourself flush, hiding your face to mumble the reply, “mikey.” 

there’s a beat of silence for all of five seconds before he starts laughing. 

“you have a crush on mikey? of all people?” 

you shove him away from you when he leans against you for support, yet still manage to press your hand against his mouth because he’s so fucking loud, “quiet down,” you hiss out, “they’re supposed to be ‘round the corner, will you shut up?!” 

“just think it’s funny how you ‘nd your brother have a thing for each of the sano siblings-”

“quiet!” 

draken and mikey stumble upon you with a fist full of baji’s hair, the other hand pressed firmly against his mouth while he has his own shoving at your face to keep you away. 

and that’s just how most days go - when they aren’t terrorizing the city, they’re bothering you for one reason or another. 

until it isn’t. 

until kazutora gets released from juvie and baji leaves you in the dust and then dies after. . . it’s a lot to take in, especially for someone so young - so close to someone who suddenly drops it on you that they want nothing to do with you, and then you hear during the aftermath from your brother that he was begging for you to forgive him, for you to take care of mikey, too, because someone has to. 

until draken finds you curled in on yourself sobbing because even to the end, baji put other people above himself and it’s so fucking unfair that that’s how he meets his demise. 

you stay in your room for a week without moving. it takes draken practically dragging you out of the space to get you into the world again, mikey at his side with a frown. 

and maybe it’s from the mutual trauma of losing someone so close to you (despite it being a thousand times worse for mikey, since he was actively there at the scene), but you and mikey grow closer after baji’s death. 

you make sure one another eats, that you’ve done your assignments on time, that you’re getting enough sleep, that you’re taking care of yourselves. 

it stays like that for a while, you tucked behind mikey and draken like a secret, something no one else can touch or bother with emma at your side. 

and then she dies, too. 

her death was the breaking point for them, you think. 

unexpected and quick and cruel that mikey had to watch her pass, the tensions eating away at them and bursting at the seams from the announcement of her death. when draken came back home with busted knuckles and tear-stained cheeks, it broke you because your big brother was supposed to be the strong one. a piece of you chipped away when he crumbled in your embrace, sobs wrecking through his body while you held him close. 

the funeral isn’t any better, tensions still high, and draken steps away at the end when you move to talk to mikey. 

you promise to check in on him when you can, pull him into a hug while offering your condolences, and when you separate he doesn’t look at you as he says his thanks. 

when you make your way to draken, you will yourself to glance back at mikey and . . . he looks so small, standing beside his grandpa. unfocused on the people that come up, shake his hand with frowns, then leave. as if feeling your stare on him, he looks up to meet your gaze, and with such a small glance, you can see how heavily everything’s weighed down on him. how cruel the world has been to him, and how it remains unrelenting of punches. 

he looks away before you do, and draken pulling you close to him by the shoulder to keep you from walking into someone draws your attention away from mikey. 

weeks turn to months, passing without a hitch, and you do your best to check in on mikey when you can. some days you visit and his grandpa answers the door, turning you away because mikey’s out and he doesn’t know where he is - most days your texts and calls go unanswered. 

ken later informs you toman’s disbanded and he isn’t sure what to do with himself. despite your best efforts, getting in contact with mikey becomes harder and harder, until it becomes an impossible feat altogether. 

years pass with no contact - with everyone lives moving forward, with your brother owning his own bike shop and inupi coming to work with him, and you getting an insane job offer for your dream position. it’s crazy amazing for someone your age to see an opportunity like this, and you’re elated beyond belief by the proposition, except . . . it’s on the other side of japan. 

you’d have to leave everything you’ve ever known for the chance of a lifetime, and it’s your brother who encourages you to take it. 

“who knows if something like this could happen again,” he says with a smile, ruffling your hair in a way that big brothers do, “you’ll always have a home here to come to if things don’t pan out.” 

you see everyone you can in the weeks before you leave, even manage to pin down mitsuya for coffee before he leaves for another exciting runway event in italy (you tease how you wish you’d be going there instead - he offers an invite once you’re settled in your new apartment). 

the only person you couldn’t pinpoint a location for was . . . mikey. 

despite your many calls to the old number you have stored in your phone, searching for him at his old childhood home, even asking draken and the other friends from his old gang - no one knew. you amaze yourself with your own detective skills, though, by some miracle able to find an address - you applaud yourself as you step to the door, double checking the apartment number matches what you have written down before you knock. 

there’s a moment where you stand dumbly waiting for someone to open the door, and you think for a second maybe you have the wrong apartment, or maybe he’s not home, or -

there’s a click of the lock sounding, the door creaking open just enough for you to see the darkness inside. 

you brighten when mikey peeks his head around the door, leaning against the frame and just . . . staring, expression unreadable. 

“hi . . .” you breath out, “’ve been lookin’ for you.” 

“that spells trouble.” he says without missing a beat, looking down both ends of the hall before he pushes the door open further. an invitation to enter, one you take gratefully. 

“for who?” you can’t help but tease, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as you spin to face him closing the door, “me? or you?” 

“depends on how this goes.” he shrugs, leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

you don't take his words as the threat they are, smile still as bright as when he first pulled open the door, “how have you been? it’s been a while.” 

“‘ve been better,” he looks away from you, “definitely been worse.” 

“wellll, “ you spin on your heel to get a look at his apartment, reaching for the wall where the lightswitch sits and flipping them on, “what have you been up to? s’nice apartment, even better with the lights on.” you chastise lightly, making yourself at home somewhere you surely could never consider it to be. 

when you turn back to face him, he’s already behind you, hand on your wrist, still touching the switch. 

“what do you want, (y/n)?” he asks. your gaze softens on him, now able to take in the light bags under his eyes, the way his frame is smaller than you remember. 

“to talk,” you answer gingerly, reaching forward to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “to see you and know you’re not dead in a ditch in roppongi.”

“you can clearly see i’m not, s’there more?, ” the words leave his lips bitterly, contrasting how his eyes flutter closed, how he leans into your touch. 

“‘m moving pretty far,” you add after a moment of silence, “otherside of japan. just wanted to see you’re okay before i leave.” your thumb rubs gentle circles into his cheek, head tilting when his eyes snap open at the admission. 

“what for?” he pries, and the way he asks reminds you of when you were kids; when he’d beg and beg and beg to play with the toy you were already playing with if only for the fact that you were playing with it, how he’d whine and pout until you relented because you couldn’t stand the idea of him being upset with you. 

“a job,” you’re completely transparent as you answer, “‘the opportunity of a lifetime’. it felt . . . i dunno, wrong? to not share the good news with you-mph?” 

you're silenced by him suddenly pulling you to him, lips pressed to your own with his hands cupping your cheeks, and truth be told it’s everything fourteen-year-old you dreamed of and more. everything you ever wanted in life kissing you in his apartment before you go miles and miles away to start a completely different dream and it hurts. 

but you don’t have it in you to push him away, not when he presses you against the wall to deepen the kiss, or when he pulls your clothes off of you with a desperation that leaves you whining and begging, or when he guides you to his bedroom and continues his affection that holds the passion and emotion that’d been buried under fifteen years of dirt. he brings out each skeleton from the closet with every thrust until the both of you are spent, laying naked in each other’s embrace until you fall asleep. 

it’s surprising, almost, to wake up the next morning alone in a bed that isn’t yours. 

there’s no sign of mikey when you look around the apartment, the only tell of him even staying in the form of a stack of cash with a note in his familiar handwriting left on the kitchen counter. 

hope this helps you get started in the new city. - mikey 

a number sits in a smaller font under the note, in even smaller writing it says for emergencies, use this number. 

it feels weird, taking the money with no way to show your appreciation, so you rip a small corner from the paper and write your thanks out, the promise of visiting him soon when you’re back in town added with a heart at the end of your note. 

two days later, and you’re driving to a new city with your entire life packed in suitcases and boxes - a moving truck scheduled to deliver your belongings a day after you get to your apartment. 

almost two months pass, and you find you’re settling well; everyone at the company adores you, and the building your apartment’s in sits across from a nice ramen shop that you like to go to every tuesday night after you get paid. 

you come down with a stomach bug, one you can’t seem to shake, and after a week of calling out and forcing yourself to work despite being exhausted and crabby and ill, you go to the doctor. 

imagine your surprise when he tells you you’re fucking pregnant. 

two months, in fact, proven with the sonogram he sets you up with, and you’re calling your brother in hysterics in your car when the appointment is over. 

“pregnant?” he repeats over the phone, after taking the first five minutes of the call just trying to calm you down, “by who?” 

you’re chewing your lip raw as you answer, “mikey . . .” 

there’s a beat of silence, before you’re whispering out, “‘m scared, ken. i-i’m miles from home and-and i just started this job and i don’t even know if i can take care of a baby on my own-” 

“you’re gonna keep it?” he asks, tone genuine. 

“i . . . yeah, i think so - i-i mean, i want to . . . is that stupid? is that a stupid want for me to have?” your lip wobbles waiting for his answer. 

“no, but . . . s’lot of work, (y/n). if it’s something you do want, you know i’ll support you in any way i can, you just gotta tell me how to help.” 

“i wan’a come home.” you settle, and the way the words leave your lips remind you of a child, begging a parent for something so small when this is anything but. 

“we can do that,” draken promises, “i’ll get a flight and help you pack or get inupi to ride with me. we’ll figure it all out, don’t stress.” 

you sniffle, wiping at your face hastily, “kay . . . okay. thank you ken.” 

“f’course,” you can hear the smile in his voice over the phone, “s’what big brother’s are for.” 

and the next few weeks are filled with moving your life back home, with the help of draken and inupi. the people at your job are nothing but happy at the news for you, despite being sad to see you go - they wish you the best in life, though, and even offer another position to apply if you ever decide to come back to the area. it’s sweet, really. 

you move into draken’s house and have a healthy baby boy that looks so much like mikey, you think it might kill you. you name him shin. 

he makes you promise to not try to seek out mikey one night, after you’d rocked shin to sleep and put him down in his crib. 

“no one knows what he’s been up to,” he argues quietly when your brows furrow at the demand, “and frankly, the few ties i still have with gangs make me worried from what little things they tell me.” 

“but those could just be rumors,” you frown, “he deserves to know he has a kid.” 

“it’s dangerous, (y/n).” draken settles with the finality of a parent telling their kid they can’t have another cookie, “‘m serious. don’t try to contact him.” 

despite the weight the conversation holds, you can’t help but stick your tongue out at him childishly. something he returns, only to narrowly dodge the stuffed animal you throw his way in opposition. 

and though the warnings loom in the air, you can’t help but try to let mikey know - calling the number he left countless times, trying to use your rusty detective skills that aided you in finding him almost a year ago, just trying to make him aware that you had his son. 

you don’t seek child support, or demand otherworldly things that a parent could only dream of (a rocking chair that massages your back and automatically rocks? you drool at the thought), you just feel it’s something he deserves to know. something he should be given a choice to be a part of. 

except he’s known since you moved back. 

it was a difficult task, keeping tabs on you when you were so far away, but he knew from the day you settled into draken’s home by word of mouth from koko. it must’ve been a punishment for koko, to check in on all of their friend’s from their pasts, to make sure their lives are going how they want them to and make sure everyone is happy. 

mikey couldn’t stomach the photos koko would offer, waving them away and requesting the verbal update instead, and when your son is born, he’s only informed that there’s no father on the birth certificate. your attempts to contact him died in vein, the number he gave you belonging to an old throw away phone he got rid of a week after he left it with you. he didn’t think you’d ever need it. 

three years pass, and koko would be damned to say the kid doesn't look like a photocopy of mikey. wild blond hair, all bright eyed and sweet. 

you work at a diner now, usually leave shin with draken and inupi for your nightshift and ken takes him home when he’s done at the garage. 

it’s cute, the way they interact with him - they let him get in the way of their work, careful so he doesn’t get hurt, but allow his curiosity and grubby hands grab hold of tools and bolts and pieces they need. 

you're not overly fond of letting shin have his way with whatever he can pinch between his fingers, since usually whatever he does find ends up in his mouth like a chew toy, but ken and inupi tease you for being too overprotective. 

you still live with ken, despite insisting the need to get out of his hair, but he promises it’s okay to take your time since he adores his nephew and doesn’t mind helping, and inupi’s became a good friend by proxy. 

it’s rare for you and your brother to argue, especially in front of shin, and truly you’re not sure what sparked the conversation in the first place - all you know is you’re upset. 

“inupi, tell my brother it’s unfair for mikey to not know he has a kid.” 

“inui, tell my sibling if mikey wanted to be involved, he would be. simple as that.” 

“we don’t even know if he knows,” you groan out, leaving inupi to hold up his hands defensively. 

“i have no argument in this.” is all he offers. 

“but you have some insight, “ you counter, kneeling down when shin tugs on your pants, “you know the story-” 

“i’m just sayin’ you’ve tried for three years-” draken starts.

“four.” 

“-four years, “ he continues, “and you’ve gotten nothing. i don’t see a need for you to continue if you’ve come up empty handed for so long.” 

“because, ken-” 

shin’s lip wobbles for a second before he bursts into tears, gripping the front of your shirt until you’re shushing him and pulling you towards him in a hug, “shhh, baby, it’s okay. what’s wrong?” 

he continues to cry despite you rocking him, and it takes draken pulling him out of your arms while tickling his sides to make him stop. 

“prob’ly didn’t like the arguing.” inupi comments, dodging a wrench you throw his way with a glare. 

“we’ll talk about this later,” you sigh out, standing on your toes to squeeze shin’s cheeks, “i love, love, love you.” you emphasize each ‘love��� with a kiss to his chubby cheeks, happy to hear his crying replaced with giggles and incoherent toddler babble. 

your shift at work isn’t anything special - you have some regulars that come in at the odd hours of night, and by the end of your shift, you’re the last to leave; finishing out some paperwork the managers can’t be bothered to do despite getting paid far less than them to do it. 

you fish your keys from your bag, unlock your car, ready to begin the short drive home but . . . your car won’t start. 

of course it doesn’t. it’s an older model, one you were supposed to take to the scrap yard for a slightly newer model last month but couldn’t because shin unexpectedly got sick and you had to fork out some cash to make sure he got better. 

you sigh, pop the hood of the vehicle as if maybe some of your brother’s knowledge of mechanics could somehow transfer to you, and call the aforementioned male. 

it rings. . . and rings . . and rings. no answer. 

you try again. 

nothing. 

you kick at the front bumper in frustration, running a hand over your face in search of another contact. surely inupi is awake at two in the morning, right? 

the call rings out, and you’re really worried it’s going straight to voicemail for a second, but he picks up on seemingly the last buzz, “hello?” he sounds groggy, like you did just wake him up. you don’t have time to dwell on the thought when a group of guys appear from the sidewalk, spotting and attempting to talk to you in one breath. 

“car won’t start?” one asks, nudging his friend as they make their way closer to you, “we can help.” 

you turn away from them, “hey inui, can you come get me from work? ken didn’t answer and my car won’t start.” 

“hey.” the guys are much closer now, one stepping around to the front of the car while the other two stand off to your right, vying for your attention. 

“yeah f’course. there other people around you?” there’s some shuffling from inupi’s end, like he’s getting out of bed. 

“yeah. um, how long till you can be here?” 

“ten? minutes maybe.” you swallow at the answer. 

“great, i’ll see you in five.” 

you pull the phone from your ear slightly, turning back to face the two guys to your right, “i don’t need any help, i have a friend on the way-” 

there’s only a moment between you dismissing their assistance before the guy who was at the front of your car is shoving at your shoulder and pinning you to the side of your car, one hand pressed firmly to your mouth while the other squeezes your wrist until your phone falls from your hand and kicks it away. 

you shove a hand at his face, trying to reach into your bag for your taser or pocket knife or a really sharp pencil when the guy moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing hard enough you’re sure it’ll bruise, while tearing your bag from your shoulder and throwing it to sit with your phone. 

the smell of alcohol comes off of him in waves when he grins, leaning down to get a good look at you, “we can ‘elp ya,” he offers, “but not for free.” 

your nails bite into the skin of his wrist, the need to breath overtaking every other sense desperately while you continue to kick and claw at him.

his grip only relents at the sound of a motorcycle idling in the parking lot, but the pressure of his hand still keeps you in place by the throat, head turning to address who could see fit to interrupt this ‘exchange’. the man on the bike adjusts the mask on his face, tucks his long platinum hair to the side, seeming to ignore the eyes on him. 

“diner’s closed,” one of the other guys says, stepping towards the stranger, “and we’re kinda busy here ourselves-” 

he doesn’t get the chance to really say what they’re doing when the guy steps off the bike and just swings. 

his fist meets the guy's cheek with a harsh thwack while mumbling, “shouldn’t touch shit that doesn’t belong to you.” 

the guy holding you up releases his grip completely, leaving you to drop to the ground when your legs buckle under your weight, frozen and left only watching as the two remaining men are taken down easily by your potential savior. 

when the three stay unmoving on the ground, he crouches in front of you, adjusting the mask on his face once again while taking in your shaken form. 

“you okay?” you don’t trust your voice, so you only nod, “is someone on the way to get you? or d’ya need a ride?” 

you nod again, “i-inui’s coming.” you manage to whisper out, unable to catch the way his eyes widen slightly as he stands to his full height. 

he begins to walk away, back to his motorcycle that’s still running, but his steps hesitate when you call out, “is that you, koko?” 

he doesn’t turn to face you, doesn’t address if you’re correct in your assumption, “don’t worry ‘bout all this,” he says instead, “i’ll take care of it.” 

and then he’s climbing onto his bike, pulling out of the parking lot less than a minute before inupi’s pulling into it. 

you’re still on the ground when he rushes towards you to see if you’re okay, stepping over the unconscious bodies with little regard. you recount what happened, which inupi dismisses since he remained on the phone until he pulled into the parking lot. 

“do . . . was it really koko?” he asks, helping you up from the cement and gathering the items that spilled from your bag, offering your now cracked phone to you with a frown. 

“i’m not sure . . . i never really knew him like you did, “ you reach into your car to grab the important belongings and shove them in your bag, “it didn’t look like him but . . . it sounded like him. was his eyes, i think.” 

inupi looks away at this, “so what do you wanna do? ‘bout these guys?” 

you swallow, keeping your stare away from the three on the floor, “he said he'd take care of it and i don’t . . . i just wanna go home.”

“okay,” inui’s hand finds it place at the small of your back, guiding you gently to his bike and helping you on, “i’ll take you home.” 

when inupi walks you through the foyer, draken’s in front of you the second the door falls shut. 

you can see his worry in the crease of his brow, from the way he grabs your shoulders to give you a once-over and frowning at the way your neck seems to be irritated beyond belief, “are you okay? i-i had to put shin back to bed because he woke up ‘nd i didn’t have my phone on me but when tried calling back but you didn’t answer.” 

“‘m okay . . .” you assure, peeling yourself away from him, “gonna go shower . . um, inui can tell you what happened.” 

your voice is so small as you speak, ken can only nod and watch you disappear into the hall before he turns to inui, who delves into the story based on what he heard over the phone and what you told him when he arrived.

you scrub your skin raw in the shower, until it almost stings from how harsh you rub. you slip out of the bathroom quietly after, sneak your way into shin’s nursery and sit by his bed for just a second to decompress, rubbing the boys back softly while he sleeps. 

the peace is disrupted by ken peeking his head around the door, “c’mon, we gotta talk ‘bout it.” 

you almost pout, childlike, “do we have to?”

the look he gives you offers no leeway to argue, so you sigh and press a kiss to shin’s hair before standing, deciding now isn’t the time to start an argument. 

inupi’s gone when you come out to the living room, tucking your legs under yourself as you sit on the couch with ken beside you. 

you feel like a child they way you explain what happened, unable to look at him as you speak. ken visibly stiffens at the mention of the potential koko coming to your aid, interrupting you mid story to remind you, “you know it doesn’t matter that he helped you, right. you’re not gonna go out lookin’ for him or mikey or whoever else.” 

you frown at his words, opening your mouth to argue but he shakes his head before you can, “no, (y/n), ‘m serious. it’s too dangerous.”

you look down, defeated, but nod your head, “okay . . . fine.”

and really, you had full intention to abide by the warning. but . . . your boss called you the next day, said something about the diner being closed for the next few days because of something you couldn’t be bothered to remember and that you’d still be paid for the lost hours. 

the details don’t matter, really. you drop shin off with draken as usual, avoid mentioning the fact that you have the day off, and leave with the intent to use the next free hours just . . . looking. for koko or mikey or anyone who might know anything about either of them. 

it’s stupid, you think, to search and pry so openly, bouncing from bars and clubs asking anyone who’ll listen, but within three hours, you’ve gathered the following; 

mikey runs some big name gang. baton? batten? something. 

he has some executives that help run his gang, some of which own a few of the clubs in the shiftier parts of the city – haitani’s? you think they’re called?

the haitani’s are close to koko, who’s close to mikey, and really that’s the only thing you need. 

so you continue going from club to club, under the impression that apparently the haitani’s frequent their own clubs just about every night. you hear about a nicer club towards the edge of the city, one they favor to the other’s since the liquor is stronger and the girls are prettier – but these are all things you’ve heard from other people, so who knows how true it really is.

when you make it to the club, you wonder if your sundress is something considered to be ‘underdressed’. surely the juice stain on the front isn’t working in your favor as the bouncer gives you a once-over. 

“yer lookin’ for who, now?” he asks, one brow raised with his arms crossed over his chest. 

if you had any sense in you, you’d probably be scared of the way he eyes you down, but growing up around idiots who don’t know when to stop messing around has really ruined your fight or flight response. 

“the haitani brothers..” you reply, mocking the way he crosses his arms over his chest, “i heard they sometimes come by here, i thought maybe-” 

“you thought, huh?” his eyes rake over your form, and your arms shift protectively around yourself instead of mocking him, “well i think you should get outta here ‘fore you get hurt.” 

“i just need to know if they’re here-” 

he turns away from you with a hand pressed to the earpiece sitting in his ear, looking into the building before he turns to face you again with a squinted glare, “you sure they’re the right one? yeah. yeah. right. i’ll send ‘em up.” 

he gestures towards the inside of the building, nodding his head, “straight ahead, up the stairs.”

with those instructions, you head towards the back of the club and find a set of stairs, separated by a velvet rope with another bouncer standing in front of it. as if expecting your arrival, he unhooks the rope from its place and steps aside, gesturing for you to follow the stairs up. 

at the top of the stairs sits a closed door and when you push it open, peeking around it to get a look inside, you see a nice couch with two guys perched on them - one with a girl who you can assume is from the club sitting in his lap, while the other sips from the drink in his hand, eyeing you the second you’re past the threshold. 

the one with the girl in his lap openly squeezes her ass, grinning at you when you look away quickly. he leans forward, whispering something in her ear, and she stands with a pout, practically glaring at you as she leaves. 

the door clicks shut behind her, and you’re left in awkward silence with the thrum of music playing under your feet. 

after a moment, the one with a drink in hand tilts his head at you, “what’s a pretty thing like you doin’, askin’ for us by name?” 

“‘m lookin’ for koko . . .” you voice is smaller than you remember, making you almost cringe in on yourself at the way they eat it up. 

“why’re ya lookin’ for our koko?” 

“w-we’re friends.” you stutter out, “i just. . . need to talk to him.” 

“where’d all that confidence go?” the one who had the girl in his lap tsks as he stands, “we heard you over his comms, you were practically demanding to talk to us - now you’re a stuttering lil’ mess. what happened between now and then?” 

he stops in front of you, head tilted as he looms over you, “maybe you should get to know us first. ‘m ran, that’s rindou. thought we knew ‘bout all the nice things koko keeps hidden away.” 

though he isn’t speaking to you for the last part, his eyes don’t leave you while they rake over your face, over your body. he reaches to cup your cheek, almost pouting at the way you flinch away from the contact with a frown. 

“i’m just lookin’ for koko.” you settle with, leaning away from him. 

ran actually does pout at this, bottom lip jutted out. “you’re tellin’ me we can’t have some fun before he gets here?” 

“that’s exactly what they’re sayin’, actually.” someone says from behind you, and you jump when you’re being pulled away from ran by your upper arm. a glance behind you reveals the man you’ve been waiting for - koko, with his hair pulled neatly to the side and a scowl on his face. 

ran grins at the sight of him, clapping his hands as if he wasn’t just making you uncomfortable. rindou just clicks his tongue. 

“s’a shame you got here so quick. thought we’d have some time to get to know ‘em.” 

“as if you’d try.” koko accuses, fingers digging into your skin, “you know he’d be pissed if you did anything.” 

“who said anything ‘bout trying anything. just wanna know who’s got our dear boss so worked up all the time.” 

instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, koko fully faces you with his eyes narrowing to further slits, “you must be crazy to come here, even crazier to ask around for us in the first place.” 

“i need to see mikey,” you frown, “was the only way i could think of since it was you that showed up the other day, right?”

you can see the way he clenches his jaw, muscles tight, “doesn’t matter. do you know how dangerous it was for you to ask around for us? mikey isn’t someone you can just see anyways-” 

“why can’t they?” rindou, seemingly the only sensible guy in the room, questions, “they wanna talk to ‘im, he’d only be one call away.” 

“you know why.” koko snaps, heavy weight of his glare moving from you to the male, “we can’t just-” 

ran’s phone rings from his pocket, effectively silencing koko mid sentence, and when he pulls it out, he waves it in front of koko with a sharp-toothed grin, “speak of the devil.” 

you open your mouth to ask, maybe even demand the phone from ran as he answers, but a sharp squeeze to your arm from koko leaves you quiet - a silent warning heard loud and clear. 

don’t say a word. 

ran’s eyes rake over your form as he answers, licking his lips like you could be his next meal, “yeah? he just got here. no, i would never! i’m offended you think i would,” whatever mikey’s saying has him grinning like a schoolgirl, gaze moving from you to koko, “if ya wanted to talk to him, why didn’t you call him. yeah, whatever, whatever, fine.” 

he offers the phone to koko, who grimaces at the device. 

“wants to talk to you.” ran elaborates, as if the implication wasn’t clear enough. 

koko snatches the phone from him with a glare, letting go of your arm to turn away from the two of you, “hello?” 

you can barely make out the sound of someone on the other line, lip pulled between your teeth when you see how koko’s face pinches in distaste for whatever mikey could be saying. 

“are you sure that’s a good idea. no, that's not what i'm saying at all - okay, fine. yeah, i’ll take ‘em there. sure. bye.” 

he hangs up with a scowl, tossing ran back his phone as he turns to reface you, “come on, we’re gonna go somewhere.” 

“to mikey?” you ask, hope leaking off your tongue. 

he doesn’t reply, opening the door and gesturing for you to exit the room when you don’t immediately begin moving. 

you offer a small wave goodbye to ran and rindou, despite the fact that there was no pleasure in meeting them in the first place, and you miss the glare koko sends them once you’re walking down the steps. koko leads you out of the club, guiding you by the upper arm through the sea of people until you’re stepping into the cool night air outside. 

though you’re no longer in the middle of the thrum of people, koko’s grasp on your arm doesn’t leave until he’s stopping in front of a sleek black car. a cadillac, maybe? mercedes? you’ve never been good with vehicles. 

he opens the door for you, though, and you have enough sense to mumble a small thanks as you climb in. 

when he enters through the driver’s door, he pauses for a minute, letting the silence wash over the two of you while gripping the steering wheel. 

“it really is stupid of you to come around here, ” he says finally, still looking straight ahead while you move to carefully pull your seatbelt on, “i shouldn’t even take you to him, you know. i should just take you home.” 

“you don’t have room to talk about stupid decisions,” you snap in time with the click of the buckle, “inupi and i have mourned the loss of people we care about who are still alive and well, that’s not fair.” 

you see the way his jaw clenches, knuckles turning white from how hard he holds the steering wheel. 

“we made sacrifices for you-” 

“i made sacrifices too,” you frown, thinking about the lost opportunities to raise your son, “and i just want five minutes of talking to mikey. is that too much to ask?” 

“you have other people to look out for instead, “ koko clicks his tongue, grip relenting as he looks over to you, “just remember that you asked for this.” 

the weight of his words settle heavy in the air as he puts the car in reverse and pulls out of the parking lot. 

the car ride is silent aside from the soft music that plays from the radio, turned to low volume. koko doesn’t move to break the silence, and you don’t have it in you to disrupt the tension that builds, anxiety creeping under your skin until it pops into goosebumps on the surface when he pulls in front of a large apartment building. 

“you’re gonna go to the top floor,” koko explains, not looking over at you, “he should already be there.” 

“should?” you parrot, nerves catching up with you. 

“if not already then soon.” he clicks the button to unlock the doors for you, and your breath stutters at the sound, fingers dancing around the door handle. 

“okay . . . thank you, koko. it’s . . . it is good to see you again. inupi would be happy to know you’re okay.” 

you don’t stay long enough to hear the way he inhales sharply, don’t see the way he tenses from the words. koko doesn’t wait for you to enter the building before he drives off, and you don’t look back as you push open the doors. 

the lobby is cold, you note dully, and it must be the reason your hairs stand on end when you find your way to the elevators. you wrap your arms around yourself after stepping inside of them, pressing the button to the top floor and willing your heart to not beat out of your chest. 

you realize just how much money mikey must have when the doors open to a penthouse - the entire floor being taken up as the apartment. you slowly step inside, sliding off your shoes by elevator and peek around inside the open area, spotting a living room, kitchen, and dining room all in the space. there’s a hall that cuts off towards the right of the room and you wonder if that’s where the bedroom(s?) and bathroom are. 

it feels wrong, almost, being here alone. though the room is definitely well furnished (the couch itself looks like it costs more than your broken down car), it feels . . . devoid of life. like maybe it’s only a place for rest - not a home. there’s no comfort of connection anywhere in the building, no vulnerability in personal property. you make your way further into the living room, eyeing the art hanging on the wall as if it could mean something to you. 

“i really thought he’d take you home.” you jump at the sound of a voice, whirling around to face whoever could be speaking. 

your mouth dries at the sight. 

mikey, but surely not your mikey, with his hair cropped short and paler than anything you remember, with bags under his eyes and frame thinner than what could be considered healthy, steps into view from the hall, hands in the pockets of his jeans. 

words die on your lips when he stops beside you, leaning back as if really taking in the painting you were eyeballing, head tilting, “heard you wanted to talk to me. must’ve been important if you went through all that trouble just to find me.” 

you don’t know what possesses you to take the first swing, to hit at his shoulder and his chest with tears welling in your eyes, but you do. 

and by some miracle, he lets you. it probably helps your hits are weak, with no intention to really harm - only needing an outlet for the emotions you’d been harboring for four fucking years. 

“why didn’t you call me,” you whisper when you’re finished with your barrage of hits, letting him guide you to the couch and sit you down on it, placing himself on the other end, “i-i wrote to you, i texted, i called, i looked for four years, mikey, and i got nothing in return. do you even know what for?” 

when you look at him, his gaze is set straight ahead to the wall across from the two of you, to the flatscreen tv that’s been off since you’d arrived - and who knows how long before that. 

“i’ve been busy.” he offers instead of answering, stare unwavering despite the way you frown and sigh out your disappointments. 

"too busy to respond? to even acknowledge my existence? what kind of fucking answer is that!?" you’re heated all over again by his lack of concession, at the way his eyes don’t leave the screen of the tv until you’re standing up from the couch with your arms out beside you, then tucking them into yourself and turning away from him, “koko was right, he should’ve just taken me home-” 

“why’d you come?” he asks instead, gaze finally moving from the tv to you. 

the question makes you pause, dig your nails into your arms as if that could somehow ground you. 

“i . . . we have a son.” you say finally, not turning to face him as the words leave your lips. 

you’re met with a beat of silence before he says, “i know.” 

i know. i know. i know, i know i know i know. 

he knew. 

he knew. 

“you know?” you repeat, turning to face him, suddenly quieter than before. 

“that you had a son,” he clarifies, face unreadable as he continues, “wasn’t sure if he was mine.” 

“how?” you press, legs buckling under your weight and leaving you to fall back down to the couch. 

“we . . . i’ve had koko do check-ins on everyone, every now and then,” he looks away at the admittance, “to make sure their lives are going well. did you know mitsuya’s a designer now? hakkai’s even modeled a few of his designs, and chifuyu and kazutora own a pet shop together, too” he’s deflecting, you can tell from the way he keeps his stare even and away from your own. 

“i do know,” you snap, “because they visit when they can. they want to see their nephew when they’re able to come by.” 

the way you bite your words out should sting, should hurt in a way he can’t place, but they don’t. he’s done this to himself, he knows, he’s just reaping what he’s sown. 

“why’d you leave?” you whisper out, “w-why’d you just disappear? why didn’t you respond to me? why did it take me getting hurt for you guys to make yourself known?”

he opens his mouth to reply, to say anything, but he doesn’t have an answer that will satisfy you. he knows that, and that is enough reason for him to keep his mouth shut. 

“have you seen him?” you’re still whispering, appalled he couldn’t assume your son was his - as if you didn’t pick the name shin for him. mikey shakes his head and it has you pulling out your phone with shaking hands, shoving it in his face until the lock screen photo of you, your son, and draken glare brightly back at him. 

his gaze moves from you to your phone, eyes scanning over the photo before they flit over to your face. 

“i didn’t know he was ours.” he defends, looking away, and you push the phone further into his face so he can’t escape it. 

“i’m telling you now that he is. “ you’re leaning into his space now, emphasize the need to look at the photo with another shake, and when he looks at you, really looks at you, his eyes trail from your own to your lips, to the bruises that marr your neck from the night prior. 

he tips your chin up to get a better look at them, setting you with a look when you offer some resistance, “did those guys do this to you?” you nod, “they won’t touch you again. no one will.” 

you frown at the implication, pushing his hand away with the hand not holding your phone, and he grabs that hand by the wrist when he spots the bruises decorating the skin there, taking it in with a still expression. 

“i can take care of you guys,” he settles, “make sure you never need or want anything. you won’t have to work at that shitty diner anymore. our kid would have anything he could ever desire.” 

his hand comes up to cup your cheek, wipes the stray tear that falls from your eyes, and against your better judgment, you lean into his touch. 

“i’m not asking that of you,” you explain, closing your eyes and willing any other tears that want to fall away, “you don’t even know his name.” you remind him, opening your eyes and standing when your phone starts to ring. you wipe at your face hastily, looking at the caller id, and only get a glance of the name ken before mikey’s pulling you down into his lap. 

you make a noise of disagreement, phone falling from your grasp to the couch beside the two of you from the sudden movement. 

“tell me his name.” he says, one hand still holding your wrist while the other keeps you in place by the hip. 

he practically demands it, eyes boring into your own as they search for the answer. 

“shin,” you reply after a moment, pulling your lip between your teeth, “i named him shin.” 

the hand at your hip grips it tighter, fingers digging into the flesh until it almost hurts. 

“after?” 

“shinichiro, yeah.” you don't know if it’s really necessary to clarify, but you don’t have a second to think about it when he suddenly surges forward, capturing your lips with his own. 

you falter for only a second before you’re returning the kiss with fervor, the hand not being held by mikey gripping the front of his shirt to pull him closer. 

“i will take care of you guys,” he promises when he pulls away from your lips to press his own to your chin, trailing down to your jaw and settling at the junction of your throat, peppering kisses at the free expanse of skin until it’s decorated pretty with hickies. 

his fingers dance under the hem of your dress, pulling you flush against him until your senses are full of nothing but, “can give ‘nother, you guys’ll have everything you could ever want.” he continues, the hand moving under your dress skimming across the tops of your thighs and pressing against your stomach. 

you whine, quiet and high in the back of your throat that leaves him grinding against you, hand moving from your stomach to your bare hip to guide you. he’s saying so many things, whispering so many assurances in your ear, and for a second, it’s too much. 

too overstimulating and happening too fast, but the way he holds you is so familiar, so comforting and warm and god you’ve missed him so fucking much. your phone buzzes to your right from the couch, and you pull away for a second to see it light up, see your brother’s contact pop up in that short amount of time before he’s forcing your attention back to him with a pinch to your hip, fingers pressing into your cheeks to turn your head back towards him. 

“eyes on me,” he demands, “keep your eyes on me.” 

[spooky-bunnys]

No Sharing Part 2

(Name) honestly doesn't remember the ride to the hospital. Much less getting to the delivery room. (Name) smiled tightly at his mates. Who were not making the situation any better. But he loved that they were trying. "Are you feeling okay?" Draken asked him. Softly holding his hand. Eyes full or worry for his Omega. (Name) smiled and kissed him softly. "Yes, Alpha. The pup is just ready to come early. That's okay, though."

Mikey smiled and kissed his Omega's temple. Draken sighed and squeezed (Name)'s hand. "Baby, you don't have to pretend everything is okay. You can be honest." (Name) took a deep breath and grunted in pain. "A-Are you sure Alpha?" Draken smiled and nodded. (Name)'s smile dropped, and he grabbed Draken by the front of his shirt. "Get this pup out of me or so help me, I'll make you regret having a KNOTT!"

Draken's eyes widened, and he quickly pulled away. Slightly frightened. Mikey scoffed. (Name) snapped his head towards his other Alpha and glared. "What are you scoffing about? You don't have to deal with this!" Mikey rolled his eyes. Not noticing Draken shaking his head. "Omega, you're being dramatic. Everything is gonna be fine!" Draken face-palmed.

(Name)'s eye twitched, and Draken slowly backed away. (Name) pulled Mikey into the bed and galred heavily. "Everything is fine for you. Because all you have to do is release inside me. I have to do everything for the pup. I have to let it stay in MY body for nine months. Dealing with the kicks, cramping, moving, eating for more then one, and the pup using my bladder FOR A FUCKING TRAMPOLINE! Then I have to push another pup out of me. Can you do thaylt Manjiro? No. You can't even boil water or clean to save your life. Much less carry and birth a pup."

Mikey said nothing. Eyes wide and face as white as a sheet of paper. A doctor entered the room, and Draken carefully removed Mikey from (Name)'s hands. It took a couple of tries, but Draken finally removed the shorter Alpha. After he got them apart, Draken smacked the back of Mikey's head. "Ow! What was that for?!" "Are you trying to get killed by our Omega?!"

Mikey huffed and looked away. "I don't see what the problem is." Draken sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mikey. You don't understand what pregnancy is like. So you absolutely can not say shit like that!" Mikey huffed and rolled his eyes again. Draken growled but took a deep breath. "Fine, you want to act like that? You're on babysitting duty."

Mikey went to agrue, but Draken pushed him out of the room. The twins jumped from the seats and rushed up to Mikey. "Is Momma okay?" Mikey turned back to Draken, who saluted to him and disappeared into the room again. Mikey sighed and bent down. Ruffling the kids' hair. "Your Dam is just fine. Right now, we just have to wait for your sibling to come into the world."

~

Back in the hospital room, things weren't going too well. (Name) was in a lot of pain. He just wanted the pup or pups out of him already! "Where is the doctor with the fucking medication?!" Draken tried calming his Omega down, but nothing was working. "(Name). Baby. Look at me." He carefully cupped (Name)'s face and lightly pressed kisses allbover his face. "You're doing amazing. I'm so happy that we've made our small pack even bigger. Thanks to you."

A nurse enters and clears their throat. "Excuse me, sirs. But your other Alpha wants to come in." Draken sighs but is taken aback when (Name) lets out a loud yell. Immediately catching everyones attention. Even Mikey's, who snuck into the room. "Ken. Can I hold your hand?" Draken didn't hesitate to give his hand. (Name) quickly held his hand and squeezed. Making the taller man quietly groan and flinch.

Mikey quietly made his way over and tapped (Name)'s shoulder. "(Name)-chin just calm down. You're scaring the pups with your yelling!" (Name) slowly turned towards him. With a face that could only be described as complete and udder fury. Before (Name) could fully grab the smaller Alpha, Draken, and a few nurses had already grabbed (Name).

Everyone but the stuggling Omega turned and glared at the smaller Alpha. "Excuse me, sir. But I think we'd all appreciate it if you would leave the patient alone, sir." Mikey went to say something, but the hospital door opening caught his attention. The twins quickly walked in, bowed in front of the nurses, and pulled Mikey out of the room.

(Name) laid back in bed and almost screamed when a wave of pain hit him. Draken looked more worried as time passed. It was never like this with the twins. Draken turned to a nurse, and before he could ask anything, the doctor came in. "Alright! Whose ready to have a baby?" "Wait where are the pain meds for him to do this?" The doctor looked worried.

"He hasn't been given the medication? I sent the medication a while ago. There isn't much time before he has to start pushing. So, unfortunately, we don't have enough time to give him the medication. He only has maybe a few minutes before-", before he could finish (Name), let out a blood curling scream. Making everyone in the room flinch. "Yeah. That."

~

The trio outside the room flinch at the sound of the scream. The twins turned to their dad. (O. Twin) had started releasing sour pheromones. Making the other two rush to comfort him. (A. Twin) was almost in tears. They've always been dam boys. Mikey was starting to regret bringing them here. Maybe Draken should've taken (Name) to the hospital, and he would've taken the boys home.

Another scream had Mikey pulling the twins from the door and back to the seats. Mikey's never been good at comforting others. He's always just bottled everything up before (Name) came along. He showed Mikey that showing emotions were okay. Mikey was always the one being comforted, but now he can't even comfort his pups. Mikey pulled the twins into his lap and held them close.

This is what Shinichiro would do for him and Emma. So maybe this will help them. Mikey started releasing soothing pheromones. Slowly calming the pups. Who snuggled closer towards his scent, glads. Slowly, the trio calmed down, and the twin fell asleep. With how much (Name) was screaming, he didn't know how the twins could sleep.

Maybe they got his deep sleeping trait? Maybe thats how they were able to sleep with the adults "played." Mikey sighed and laid back. There was no telling how long it'd take (Name) to give birth. It took almost 17 for the twins to be born. Now, granted, Mikey was out of the country doing Toman work. But now that he's here, he can understand why Draken was so exhausted.

~

It took (Name) 5 hours to give birth to his new pup. Draken couldn't take his off the pup. She looked exactly like (Name). (Name) was crying while holding his new daughter. She was smaller than the twins were, which did worry him, but the doctors said that she was completely healthy. Draken huffed a chuckle and kissed (Name)'s temple. "She looks so beautiful, Omega." (Name) purred and snuggled closer to the big Alpha.

A nurse had opened the door to let the other Alpha know of the birth. But was greatly surprised by how many Alpha's were waiting outside now. Before the nurse could get anything out, the others quickly made their way in. Wanting to meet the new pack member. As they filed in, they were surprised by the pink blanket surrounding the pup.

Baji, who had originally been holding a blue balloon with "Its a Boy" written in large print, quickly pulled the balloon down. His mates behind him laughed. Chifuyu quickly grabbed a marker from Kazatora and scribbled onto the balloon. It now had boy scribbled out, and girl was written on it.

Which had gotten a tired laugh from the Omega. Mikey slowly made his way forward and peered over. Curious on what the pup looked like. Only to be caught off guard when the baby sneezed into his face. Making almost everyone laugh. Save for Mikey, who didn't look amused at all. After cleaning his face, Mikey tried again to look at his new pup.

"Woah. She looks just like (Name)-chin!" "I'm surprised too. Especially since the twins came out looking so much like us." Mikey tried reaching for the pup, only to get his hand smacked. "Ow! What was that for?!" "The pup has to have skin to skin contact with the dam for a period of time, you idiot! Did you not listen to anything I've sad before about this??"

From the way Mikey avoided Draken's glare, everyone knew he had hit the nail on the head. Draken sighed and turned towards the group. "So what's everyone doing here?" Mitsuya stepped forward and started explaining how Mikey let them know (Name) had gone into labor. While everyone was distracted, the twins slowly made their way over towards (Name).

(O. Twin) pulled at Mikey's pant leg. Making the Alpha look down. "Can we see her?" Mikey chuckled softly and carefully picked the twins up. "Now be careful your dam is extremely tired." He gently set the twins on the bed. (Name) moved so the twins could see their new baby sister. "Boys, say hello to your new baby sister. Hana. Sano Hana."

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

[helpiamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

8 year old Baji: D'you wanna bite?

8 year old Mikey thinking he's getting a snack: Sure

Baji:*Aggressively bites his arm*

Mikey: (╬≖_≖)

Shinichiro: You guys truly are alike huh

[izanazqueen]

.manjiro sano fem x reader

a/n: was hit with insomnia mixed with a little manjiro brainrot last night after staring at too many images of him before bed that brought the inspo for this piece. mikey is so precious i just had to get this out of my mind when it came up.*⋆.✩

warn: NSFW 18+mentions- use of pet names // intercorse // smut // public sex //

.boyfriend manjiro that you can visually tell is obviously pleased by seeing you squirt and cum on his dick in the bathroom of his favorite ramen restaurant after one of his officers meetings. your head spinning, in a tizzy you felt elated as he purred, 'baby, wanna hear you moan for me.' your heart lept feverishly at his words, ' 'jiro, ..ssh, not here!' shocked at his sudden boldness you murmured softly as you could despite attempting to in that moment not make any one aware of the lewd, wet noises that were coming from the stall where mikey was railing you thoroughly.

-

it was late one evening when you and your boyfriend and the other captains from toman decided to go celebrate with a few drinks ever since they won the most recent battle they'd fought and you figured that you would invite them out after their meeting ended because they all had really deserved to unwind and have a fun night. pretty much every member was excited to go to their favorite local food destination that they got to visit sometimes, and your bf manjiro was no exception.

-

you however were ecstatic, seeing as it had been the first time in weeks since you could go out on a date together thanks to how occupied he always was with being the boss of the most elite biker gang around lately but he feels you honestly do understand him. he makes you aware of all the things that go on with them and you know all of what he does to maintain his position which over the time that you've spent together you really learned what it means to be in a relationship with the fearless leader of the tokyo manji gang.

-

they decided to challenge each other to a drinking competition based off a game played with a regular deck of cards that you had recognized and been somewhat familiar with from your childhood. while the evening progressed, you noticed how all around you everyone was laughing more and getting tipsy from the copious amount of booze they were taking in from playing the adult rendition of the kids game.

-

about 45 minutes in you began to feel a little buzz from your overly sweetened cocktail you were idly nursing that mikey happily picked out for you when you arrived and it left a tingling feeling in your mouth making your lips pucker whenever you took a sip of it. after almost getting to the bottom, the drink was really beginning to mess with your vision so glancing up after who knows how long you found your blonde haired partner positively beaming with the biggest smile painted on his face looking over at you and it felt as if your body would melt away. if you were being completely honest mikey had a strange kind of twisted spell over your mind and definitely your body. he was your muse and couldn't allow yourself to ever find doubt in him.

-

when both of you were first introduced he was always nervous and so shy. in the beginning, if you came around the group he would be so fussy with every little thing down to the last detail wanting it to be perfect when you were with him. he would always make the cutest faces when ever you would catch him sometimes from a distance admiring you when he thought you wouldn't notice him. the first time you showed up after a small afternoon gathering for toman, he didn't have any clue who you were just that you were one of chifuyu's classmates that he would bring up sometimes in conversations once in a while to hint at a possible hookup between you two (and later you couldn't have thanked him enough♡)

-

leaning in, he crashed lightly with his clumsy drunken lips against your earlobe and you could hear he was breathless. 'need you baby, right now..' he pulsed into you intently as he was fixated, deeply inhaling your scent. you could feel his heat rising in a place from where he had discreetly placed your hand over his member that was madly aching under you beneath the table. his stiff grasp against your thigh tightened every time he saw you smile at one of his friends jokes and when you noticed it, you turned and saw the rosy flush that had spred over his cheeks from the few drinks he had. you thought about how his face was so sexy, filled with adoration for you that you'd cum on the spot. though the moment when he started pawing up your skirt and eyeing you hopefully, you knew that would get what you desired.

-

after you gave him a subtle nod to confirm, nothing could prepare you for the way he basically flew towards the bathrooms with you in hand to 'use' the restroom when you caught sight of the other captains all looking subtly amused, some shaking their heads as they saw your noticeably aroused lover urgently lead you away from the table to some where he could be alone with you, unable to contain himself any longer as you tried to kindly excuse yourselves.

-

he was so needy and simply couldnt wait to fill you up, knowing how his unit fit so well inside you as he shoved your pretty skirt on the petal pink dress you were wearing to the side and forced apart your ever wanting thighs while you waited there, begging him to penetrate you. he entered and as he did his ebony irises watched quietly making sure that he got up in you without hurting you but still deeply inside enough for him to hear you hum knowing how much you loved when he forced himself all the way in.

-

the cold steel on your back from the metal divider of the bathroom stall felt jarring against your skin startling your body in sharp comparison to the pleasure he was sending flowing through you. you'd wished that you could both be at home right now in an actual bed, where you could really ride and fuck him with passion. also because of the fact that it's his favorite position to see you in, naked on top of him pleasing yourself with his dick as he pumps up into you while he eagerly watches your display, completely mesmerized.

-

he bit his teeth down, sucking on the small exposed part of your chest from the dress you had on, leaving his personal love notes that were so tender it made you mewl in his praise. he saw as you tried holding your hand over your mouth and giggled at the combination of how cute you looked in that moment and the feeling of your fluids running down his shaft that was pulsing, preparing him for what he was looking to achieve to you all along.

-

his thrusts he was putting up in your cervix had you on the edge of tears and when he noticed how you were in ecstacy, mumbling his name he quipped into your ear, 'mm, s' good baby.. cum for me.' while pumping his cock without remorse until you felt like you were going to break 'ah,m-manjiro!' your small plea escaped as natural as the air you breathe. there was no stopping yourself as you called out the name of your beloved who'd give you anything you desired especially the climax you were chasing that you so craved.

-

the two of you had lost control at around the same time when you heard both draken and baji's voices as they came in the bathroom to take a leak. they were mid conversation as you attempted to hold his body close to yours, in vain to silence the filthy sounds leaving your bodies in the stall that you both resigned, since mikey refused to listen to your desperate hushes and kept burying his dick inside of you, bouncing in and out of your folds that were so wet from how gratifying he was.

-

'i love you babe♥︎.' he hummed on your ear smugly as he stared up at you with a small satisfied grin before snuggling his face in your neck, leaving your heart in a frenzy from how his soft skin felt touching on yours. his bulging tip found your sweet spot and it took all of your power not to yelp out in relief as you started to spill your juices all over his cock again as you heard him exclaim ' just like that for me, ..m' gonna cum too bab- '

-

the hushed faint laughter quickly exited the wash room area and you heard the door close behind them. 'heh, shit think they heard us?' he smiled at you while still chasing his release. 'no, duh manjiro you are always so loud.' you quirked at him. '..mm sorry darling.' he proudly almost sang, pulling you closely as he brought his lips, pressing them against yours while pushing his tongue inside and swirling it around tempting you to play with his too. if there was one thing, he could care less about what his crew mates opinion of him was cause they knew at the end of the day that he was the one that they answered to. in that moment you could have cared less either, you were focused on only him.

-

lifting you up by your hips, manjiro felt his body getting closer to his limit and at the point he was at he felt when his knees started to shake slightly as he fucked up in you with devotion. you'd felt your third release start to come on and he left you in sheer bliss from how good he was using his unit to work your insides. you could feel the tight knot around your abdomen begin to unwind and with such intensity that you started to sob, 'm-manjiro fuck, i love you!' as you came crazily again with charisma.

-

his onyx eyes started to sparkle at the sincerity and fondness in your words and how truly he felt you meant them for him and he began whining your name as he started to release, quickly pulling out his cock soaked with your juices before any of his could spill up inside. 'fuc-' he breathlessly spoke after a moment, unable to manage finishing his thought let alone get a single other word out. your body slowly regaining what was some form of consciousness, hoisted yourself up with what little strength had came back to you, as you affectionately made out lazily while you both tried to recover your energy.

-

you knew in that moment, that you loved manjiro sano more than any one or thing else and you would do absolutely anything for him, cause we all know that mikey gets what mikey wants, no matter what or when he wants it.

[milkywaydrabbles]

anything nsfw (or sfw idm) with mikey and a taller reader? or any other tr boys? no sub!reader please

A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for! I did both SFW and NSFW it was v fun. However if you'd like a m!reader or gn!/reader please let me know! I'll also do it for any other requested TR boy ty mwuah

Mikey x Tall!Reader

Lord the way Mikey would have had her head if they didn’t grow up together. She was always a cocky little shit on being taller than him--and seeing eye to eye with Draken. She’d been friends with him, Shinichiro and Emma your whole life. She used to be so small and shy and cute--what happened?

It felt like from one day to the next she grew in her own skin, having an awkward growth spurt as a teen and looking like a newborn giraffe learning how to walk for the first time. Always nervous to talk to boys and girls--the boys would look at her like some kind of freak, and the girls would simply make fun of her for her height. ‘How will you ever get a boyfriend if you’re so tall?’

Mikey was always there for her afterwards, make sure she knew that he still liked her a lot even if she was taller than him.

And then the years passed, and Mikey changed, and she changed too. Except now, Mikey was the leader of Bonten, one of the most dangerous gangs in the country and she was, well, a new executive climbing the ranks. No longer the shy, scared little girl, she was just as ruthless as the rest of them.

And all the while, by Mikey’s side no matter what. She was cocky, but respectful in front of the rest of them. Honestly the rest of the execs just thought you were a childhood friend and nothing more--much like Sanzu.

But what they didn’t know was that she’d joke and prod at Mikey behind closed doors. He was a ruthless leader, but with her he’d turn back into a kid, scowling at the way she’d hold things over his head (literally!). 

“I can fire you.” He’d start. “I can fucking kill you. You know that right?” throwing daggers her way when he scowls, arms crossed. She’d simply snort and say “You could. But then you’d be bored when you’re alone wouldn’t you?” She’s right.

Imagine the shock of the rest of the execs when Mikey ‘accidentally’ drops the ball during an interrogation mission. Rats were found smuggling drugs out from underneath them to make a quick buck and Mikey was personally there, front and center to get info. Of course, he wasn’t the one doing the torture, he’s too good for that. She stood behind him with a stone cold face, that could bring most of the men in the room to their knees. But the assholes who were caught kept egging her on like she couldn’t hold her own. Like a woman shouldn’t be in the ranks at all.

“You’ll do well to not insult my girl like that.” It didn’t go unnoticed, Sanzu and Rindou glancing at each other for a moment but thinking nothing of it--you were an executive, he could just be talking like you were his in the same way the rest of the execs were under his command. 

They kept sneering, until they realized she was the one doing the torture and not the usual suspect of Sanzu. It was gruesome and honestly one of the worst cases of torture they’d seen, but all the information was extracted. Which means she turned into their executioner, pulling a glock out from its holster underneath your shirt and putting a bullet between their eyes. The silence was deafening, only Mikey laughing to himself and raising her hand to his lips with a quiet ‘that’s my girl’ and a kiss to the back of her hand.

The next meeting the execs had (that Mikey wasn’t a part of) turned into a madhouse.

NSFW: 

Mikey was always one to want to stay in control, but he had his work cut out with her. She was so good at keeping him underneath her, practically whimpering at the way she would tease his cock with her fingers, with her mouth, with her pussy. 

“You’re such a good boy, Mikey.” She’d coo, fingers slowly wrapping around his erection and pumping at a snail’s pace; teasing. “Coming home to me after such a busy day.” She leaned down and gave the head of his dick a kiss, holding his hips down so he can’t buck them up into her face. “Are you going to let me take care of you, baby boy?” He nodded, breath shaky as he exhaled, “Y-yes, please.”

She used her height to her advantage, push up bras and plunging necklines her best friend to tease him even in the office. She just had to lean only a little bit, pretending to lean down and read whatever it was he had in his hands before Mikey was panting like a dog begging her to let him fuck.

She’d sit down on his desk, short skirt and pumps that made her legs look even longer, spreading her legs ever so slightly so he could see the pretty lacy panties she’d been wearing. Mikey would get on his knees ready to eat that pretty pussy, only for her heel pressed against his chest to stop him (and he was still so far away, fucking long legs). You know that one scene of Wolf of Wall Street? Very much that.

Whenever  they fuck she’s very much on top, bouncing on his lap for her pleasure only. And if he cums before she’s ready to stop? Well Mikey better get used to overstimulation quickly, she’s not done yet.

[the-psyco-simp]

Ignite

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Sano Manjiro x Fem!Reader

“…like a starship speeding into the night, you and I get lost in the infinite lights…”

Warnings: Fem!Reader, MINORS DNI, kinda edited but there are probably still mistakes, smut, slight age gap (reader is 20, mikey is 27), mentions of needles, oral (Fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, praise, name calling (angel, princess), teasing, aftercare, probably more

Word Count: 4.4k I went just a bit overboard, oops 😂

Authors Note: This is one of my entries for @sweet-seishu Body Mod Collab!! This is so much longer than I meant for it to be, and it took me way too long to write, but it’s finally here. (Please take the Mitsuya cameo as an apology, my love.)

The little bell above the door chimed as you and your best friend walked into the tattoo parlor. The cool air of the shop helped calm your nerves as you walked up to the counter where your best friend's boyfriend is sitting, looking through a sketchbook. 

Mitsuya looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave you both a smile as he saw you. His eyes quickly moved to your friend who didn’t even pause as she went behind the counter and put her arms around his shoulders from behind. 

“What are you two doing here so late?” He asked as he placed a kiss onto her hands. 

You give your friend a look as she just smiled at you, only tightening her arms around his shoulders. Diverting your attention to Mitsyua you answer his question with a smile, “I’ve decided to go ahead with my idea of getting a tattoo for my birthday this year.” 

“That’s great! Do you know who you want it done by?” Mitsuya opened the appointment book next to him and looked through the openings for the next few days.

“I was going to let you decide that, based on the design and who you think would do the best.” You open your phone to pull up the design and hand it to him. He contemplated the design for a few minutes before handing the phone back to you.

“Personally I think Mikey’s style would be the best for this, and he’s available for a few hours tomorrow, if that works for you. Do you know where and how big you want it?” Mitsuya picked up a pen to put your name down, still listening to what you wanted.

“I’m thinking of having it pretty big on my right thigh.” You nervously chuckle, thinking about Mikey, and having his hands on you as he works, making you blush.

“Yeah, that should be doable. It might take more than one session, though, with the level of detail you probably want. Mikey’s pretty meticulous about-”.

“Meticulous about what?” Mikey himself asked as he walked out of the hall from the back rooms. His dark eyes looking between the three of you. He was as beautiful as always, his dark hair framing his face perfectly. The lines of the tattoo on his neck peeking out from under his shirt. All you can think about is licking the lines of the tattoo…you give your head a slight shake, trying to focus back on the conversation.

“Hey Mikey, you heading out?” Mitsuya asked, turning around in your friend's arms. He put his own arms around her waist and gave her a proper hug which made your friend hum. 

“Yeah, got an appointment I have to get to. You didn’t answer my question, though.” He pointedly said while keeping his eyes on you. You and Mikey knew each other in passing, you’d hang out as a group, but never alone. You couldn’t deny you had a small crush on him, which your friend loved to tease you about. Especially when she caught you looking at him.

“Oh, she’s decided to get a tattoo for her birthday.” Mitsyua said, pointing his thumb in your direction. “She asked who would do the best with it and I recommended you.” 

Mikey raised a brow as he walked closer to you, making you almost want to back up from the intense look in his eyes. “What design are you wanting exactly?” He asked, stopping a bit too close to you. 

You took out your phone to show him the design, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without stuttering and embarrassing yourself. You hand him your phone and silently hope he doesn’t notice your slightly shaking hands. 

If he does, he doesn’t say anything, just takes your phone and looks down at the photo. “Yeah , I can do this. Did you know where you want it?” Mikey looked back up at you, still holding your phone.

“Um, on my thigh, the right one, if possible.” You answer quietly, not being able to keep eye contact with him for long. 

Mikey seemed amused at your nerves. “Do you know how big you want it to be?” 

You steel your nerves, reminding yourself that it’s just a  crush and you wouldn’t let it get in the way of what you want. “I want it to be kinda big, taking up most of the front of my thigh.” You use your hands to show him about where and how big you wanted it. 

When you looked at him again his eyes looked contemplative, keeping his eyes on your legs. “That should be doable.” Mikey says as he walks over to the desk, rolling his eyes at Mitsuya and your friend being lovey. “Get a room you two, We’re in public.” He comments as he looks over his appointments. 

“Oh don’t worry, we will.” Your friend gave Mikey, and you, a sly smile, while Mitsuya just blushed. She went back to placing light kisses on his face and ignoring you two. 

Mikey rolled his eyes again and looked back at you. “The appointment tomorrow is only for three hours, and it will probably take longer than that to get this done.” Mikey held up your phone and continued. “Would you mind if I send myself this photo so I can work up a sketch to go on?” 

“Yeah of course.” You say, your eyes roaming over his face. Out of the corner of your eye you see your friend smirk at you, but you can’t figure out why. Once Mikey is done, he hands you back your phone, your figures brushing, sending goosebumps up your arm at the contact.

“I’ve gotta go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow for your appointment.” He gives you a smile and waves at Mitsuya and your friend as he leaves.

Your friend gives Mitsuya one last kiss on his lips with a promise to see him later and takes your hand as you two walk out, you send Mitsuya a wave as you get dragged out of the shop. 

“So, after a year of pinning you finally got his number huh?” Your friend teases you as you get in the car. You freeze for a second in your seat before pulling out your phone to check your messages. There, sitting at the top, was a new message and contact, the name simply reading ‘Mikey’. You smiled to yourself and locked your phone, not wanting your friend to catch you staring at it. 

– 

The next day, you showed up five minutes early to your appointment. As you walked in you saw Mitsuya and Mikey talking at the desk. You walked over to them, catching part of their conversation.

“Finally getting your chance, huh?” Mitsuya teased him.

“Shut up, it’s not that big of a deal.” Mikey grumbled, staring at his phone.

“Just saying man, try not to waste it. Everyone but you can see the way you two-” Mitsuya cut off what he was going to say as you walked up. “Oh hey! Ready to finally do this?” Mikey looked up at you as you approached, quickly locking and putting away his phone. 

“Let’s go to my station, so you can see the design and we can get started.” Mikey grabbed your hand and tried to move you away from his friend quickly.

“You know, wearing jeans when you’re getting a thigh tattoo wasn’t the smartest choice right?” Mitsuya’s voice caught your ears but you didn’t think about his words as you focused on Mikey’s warm hand holding yours. 

Mikey pulled you over to his designated area, letting go of your hand to pick up what looked like a sketch book. He motioned you to sit in the chair and pulled up his stool to sit closer to you. He flipped open his book to a marked page and turned it towards you. “You can take a minute to look it over and let me know if you want anything changed.” 

You took the book from him and looked down at the drawing. It was beautiful. Your eyes danced over the sketch he had drawn for you, taking in the intricate details and flowing lines. You looked up at Mikey with a smile, “It’s perfect. I love it.” His intense eyes studied your face, a smile curled at his lips as took in your expression. 

“Perfect. I prefer to do tattoos free hand. Will that bother you?” Mikey asked as he started to get his equipment ready. 

“If that’s what you want, it’s good with me. You’re the expert here.” You watch as he rolls up his sleeves, not being able to look away from his hands flexing. 

Mikey looked over at you and seemed to hesitate before speaking again. “Since you’re getting this done on your thigh, I’m going to need access to your leg…” He trailed off, his eyes fixed on your legs.

The words Mitsuya called out to you finally clicked. You would have to pull your jeans down to let him work. Your mouth went dry and your face heated up. “Oh, right, of course.”

“I can get something to block off the space if it will make you feel more comfortable.” He offered, running his hand through his dark hair. 

“I would really appreciate that, if it’s not too much trouble.” You can’t look up at him, so you just keep your eyes on your hands.

Mikey walks away and comes back a few minutes later with a partition, maneuvering it to block off the space from wandering eyes. You stood up to pull your jeans down, while Mikey continued to get his things ready to begin, pointedly keeping his back  to you giving you a bit of privacy. 

When he turned back around, you were sitting on the chair, your pants pulled down to just below your knees. You pulled your tank top down to try to save some modesty, but it didn’t seem to do much. Mikey turned back around, his gaze drifted down to your legs, but you couldn’t decipher the look in them.

Mikey cleared his throat before looking back up into your eyes. “Ready to get started?” He sat back on the stool as you simply nodded your head. He grabbed the wipes next to him. “I just need to clean the area off, then we can start, ok?” All you could do was nod again as Mikey placed his gloved hand on your knee. 

He rubbed the wipe on up and down your thigh, seeming to take his time. Once He deems the arena clean enough, he picked up his tattoo gun and looked at you one last time. “This is probably going to hurt at first, but once you get used to it, it can be relaxing. Just let me know if you need to take a break, ok?” He explained while situating his arm between your legs to get a better angle at the space he would be working on.

You give Mikey a small smile and nod, focusing more on the arm he put between your legs. Your breathing gets heavier as his fingers unconsciously stroked your knee. You hear the buzzing and jerk your head towards the sound.

Mikey chucked a little at your expression before focusing back on his work. As the needle touched your skin you took a sharp inhale and clenched your hands together. Mikey seemed to notice you tensing under his hand. “Just breathe angel, close your eyes and relax.” You closed your eyes and relaxed into the chair, choosing to focus on his soothing and warm hand. It wasn’t too long before you drifted off to sleep.

–

You woke up to a warm hand on your face, opening your eyes to see Mikey smiling softly at you. “Is something wrong?” You ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

“No, angel. We’re done for today, you slept through the whole thing.” He chuckled at your confused look. “It’s really not that uncommon, a lot of people fall asleep while getting tattoos.” He held his hand out to help you stand up. When you put weight on your right leg, you falter, almost falling but Mikey quickly puts his arms around you to keep you steady.

“Don’t rush, your leg is probably a little sore. You can sit as long as you need.” He didn’t seem to want to let go of you, keeping his arms tight around you. You stood in his arms for a few more minutes, slowly putting your own arms around his shoulders. 

When you looked up at him you noticed your faces were centimeters apart, your breaths mingling. Looking into his eyes, you saw as they looked between your eyes and lips. “Mikey..” you breathed out his name just before his lips connected with yours.

You melted into his arms, kissing him back. His lips were so soft against yours, moving hesitantly, almost like he was worried you would pull away from. You would never pull away from him, not when you had been wanting this since you met him. You move your hands to his hair, pulling him closer, and moan into the kiss, forgetting everything around you.

He runs his tongue along your lips, and you open for him, letting him take whatever he wants. His tongue explores your mouth, making your hands tighten in his hair. You push your body completely against his, wanting more of him. He groans at the feeling of your body against his, he moves his hands down to your ass and squeezes.

You can feel him getting hard where your bodies are pressed together. You grind on him, trying to get more friction for burning heat inside of you. Mikey pulls away from the kiss, ghosting his lips over your check, moving to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Mikey chuckles at your eagerness, “Not here, princess. You’ll get what you want, but somewhere more private, where I can make you moan as loud as I want.” His words do nothing to help the need inside of you.

“Please, Mikey, need you so bad.” You breathe out, moving your face to kiss him again. He meets you halfway and gives you another heated kiss. It’s shorter than you want, Mikey pulling away before you’re ready.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” He pulled his body away from yours, leaving you cold. He took your hand in his, pulling you behind him and towards the door. As you walk past the desk, Mitsuya looks up at the two of you, a small smirk on his face.

“About fucking time you two got togther.” you hear him mutter as you leave.

–

Mikey kept his hand on your thigh the entire drive back to his apartment, using his thumb to draw circles over your skin slowly getting closer to your core but never quite touching you, keeping you on edge and needing more.

He barely waited until the door shut behind you two to have his hands and mouth on you again. He pushed you up against the wall, his hands going to your hips, his mouth on yours. His kiss was frenzied, his tongue licking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. All you can do is melt into him, letting him take what he wants from you.

You part your lips, his tongue tangling with yours. His hands move down to your ass squeezing, before moving down further to the back of your thighs. You lift them, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grind yourself against his already hard cock, needing more friction. Your hands wrapping around his shoulders, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

He pulls you from the wall, supporting your weight, and walking with you in his arms. His lips haven’t left yours, still kissing you as if you were his air. He took you into his room and only pulled away from the kiss to lay you gently on his bed. He loomed over you, raking his eyes over your form. 

 He groaned at how disheveled you already looked, lips swollen from the kissing and your eyes blown out with lust. “I’ve wanted to have you in my bed for so long, and now that you’re here, it’s better than I could have imagined.” Mikey murmured, leaned down over you and placed another teasing kiss on your lips before you could respond, moving off you again, just as quickly.

Your head was swimming with his words, but they were quickly pushed to the back of your mind as his hands reached for the edge of your shirt and you lifted up off the bed a little to help him get it off of you. Mikey eyes immediately going to your breasts, you reach around to unclasp your bra tossing it to the side. 

You watch as Mikey licks his lips as he stares at your bare chest, before he leaned down and places teasing kisses around your right breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, making you moan. His free hand moves to your other breast, kneading it. Your hands in hair tug his head head up to have him look at you. 

“Mikey, please, need you.” You breathe out, your hands reaching for his shirt trying to get it off of him. He helps you, lifting his shirt over his head. Your eyes roam over his muscles, watching them flex, and wanting to run your mouth over them. You shake your head, promising yourself that you would indulge in all your fantasies later. You hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you were with him.

His hands quickly moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them and looking up at you, seemingly asking permission. You nod, and Mikey quickly pulls them down, along with your panties. He drops them to the floor, unable to pull his eyes from your naked body in front of him. He takes off the rest of his clothes and you finally get to see his body, fully exposed to you. 

His already hard cock makes you lick your lips. Mikey chuckles seeing this, “Next time, angel. Right now is about you.” He places his lips back on your neck, teasing his way down your body, before settling himself between your legs. He uses his hands to keep you spread, giving him the space to do what he wants. 

Mikey places teasing kisses on your upper thighs, making you thrust your hips up wanting him to stop his teasing. He gives in and moves to place an open mouth kiss on your aching cunt, causing you to whimper, your hands threading through his hair. 

His tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it lightly, you arch your back at the intense feeling. One of his hands moves from your thigh, pushing one of his fingers slowly into your pussy, your eyes rolling back. He pulls his mouth away slightly, “So tight, baby, gotta loosen you up if you want my cock.” He groans before you feel his tongue toying with your clit again, his finger slowly starts to pump in and out of you, building up a steady pace, before adding another moving them faster.

You can feel your orgasm getting closer as he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument. “Mikey, please need to cum, need it so bad.” You whine loudly, making Mikey groan, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers. 

“Go ahead, angel, cum on my fingers. Want to feel you let go.” His words sound slurred, he curls his fingers and the pressure inside you snapes, your vision going white and your hands tugging his hair with the pleasure coursing through you. 

He removes his fingers, his tongue moving to lick up all your release, helping you come down from your high. He sits up on his knees the moonlight streaming in from the window bathing him in soft light, making him almost ethereal to your hazy mind. His tongue darts out to lick your wetness off his face, lifting his fingers to clean them off as well. “You taste so good princess, could send hours eating this sweet pussy of yours. But I want to feel you to come on my cock now.” 

You reach your hands out to him, wanting to feel him on top of you again. Not able to ask him with words, your mind still not functioning properly after your orgasm. He takes in the view of you fucked out in front of him, your breast bouncing with the quickness of your breaths. 

He leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his arms resting beside your head, keeping some of his weight off of you, your mouths meeting in a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, focusing on this kiss so much your breath hitches when you feel his cock pressing against your slit. He paused for only a second before pushing himself into your wet cunt. 

You mewl at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders, trying to distract yourself from the pain. He groans at the feeling of your pulsing around him, your pussy feeling like it’s trying to pull him in further. He does his best to go slow, trying not to hurt you, but he can’t stop himself from bottoming out in one thrust. “So good angel, you feel so good around me.” He breaths into your ear, placing a small kiss on your jaw, breathing heavy from the pleasure of finally being nestled in your warm walls.

“Too much, s’too much.” You manage to get out, feeling tears gather in your eyes.

“Just relax for me, princess, relax so I can make you feel good. Y’er squeezing me so fucking tight.” Mikey moves one hand down your body, pressing his thumb to your clit slowly rubbing it in small circles. Adjusting to his size, you relax your hold on him. His thrusts start slow and shallow, before he works up his speed, pulling out more with each thrust, until only his tip stays in you, thrusting back into you hard, his tip hitting your sweet spot. 

Your moans and whimpers spur him on, until he’s pounding into you. The tears gathering in your eyes start to fall as he abuses your sweet spot, his hand that was rubbing your clit moving up to massage your breast, his fingers rubbing your nipple sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Please…Mikey…need to cum, need it so bad…” Your words were slurred, barely understandable,  tears still falling from your eyes, you can’t think straight with how good his cock is making you feel. 

He removes his face from where he was nipping at the skin of your neck, seeing the tears on your face he leans in to kiss them away, never stopping the movement of his hips. “Go ahead and cum princess, wanna feel you make a mess.” His hand moved from your breast and up to your neck, squeezing  just enough to cut off your air, but still leave marks on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

That was the last push you needed to fall off the edge, your mind blanked, back arching off the bed, as you moaned his name. Mikey groaned, feeling your pussy clench tight around him, pounding even harder into you, lessening his hold on your neck, but not letting go.

All you could say was his name, chanting it while trying to come down. Your nails dragging down his back as you feel the overstimulation taking over. “Mikey-too much, can’t take anymore.” You're sobbing now, all the feelings in your body clashing with each other.

“Yes you can, princess, just a little bit more. Want me to fill this little cunt up don’t you?” He kissed his way to your lips, before sealing them together, swallowing your whines.

“Yes, yes, fill me up, please, want your cum.” you try to say against his lips, not sure if he could even understand you. Mikey thrusts become erratic, seeking his own high. After a few more thrusts, the image of your face, so beautiful and fucked out underneath him, is what did him in. 

He pushed as far as he could into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum, groaning as your pussy fluttered around him. You moan at the feeling of his hot cum spilling into you, making you feel even almost too full.

Mikey’s thrusts turned shallow, trying to keep his high as long as possible, not wanting the moment to end. He breathes coming quickly, his cock softening inside of you. He didn’t want to pull out, but knew he should. As much as he wanted to keep going his energy was leaving him, and he still needed to take care of you and make sure you were ok.

He fell beside you, putting his arm around your waist. “Are you ok, princess?” He murmured quietly, not wanting to break the peace surrounding you two now. The smile on your face, taking his breath away for a second. He knew that he was hooked on you, on your smile, your taste, even your presence. 

All you could was nod at his question, your brain still muddled from the pleasure. He smiled at you, before rolling over and standing up. You whimper, thinking the moment is over, but he shushes you, leaning down to place a quick kiss on your forehead. “Just getting a towel to clean you up, princess, I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, Mikey was back a moment later, wet washcloth in hand. He was gentle as cleaned you up, the coolness of it felt wonderful against your heated skin. His eyes roving over your body, stopping on your neck. He could see bruises forming from when he choked you, a bit of guilt swirling in his mind. He took the cloth back to his bathroom, cleaning himself up while in there.

When he was done, he climbed back into bed pulling you close, and murmuring sweet words in your ear, helping lull you into a peaceful sleep. Mikey stayed awake a little longer, finger brushing up and down your back, sighing as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your now even breathing and steady heartbeat helping him find his own way to sleep, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms.

[owarinaki]

Mikey 's Dream about Emma & Draken

[koiryuu]

bonus:

[pearlprincess02]

takemikey composite chart

composite sun:

leo sun: leo sun in the composite is all about the highest self. this relationship exists to boost the confidence of both individuals. with a leo sun in the composite, the energy created is an illumination of the ego. both people want to hype each other up and encourage growth. they want the best for each other.

composite sun in 9th: composite sun in the ninth house deals with experience. the two will definitely learn a lot from each other, but especially through physical experiences! they will probably ask a lot of questions within the connection and have a goal of expanding their mind. a lot of teacher-student energy created. one person may try to get the other to do a lot of new things out of their comfort zone.

composite moon:

libra moon: “You are my peace and comfort in this very complicated world.” there is emotional satisfaction and comfort just by being in the relationship. together, there is an innate desire to keep the relationship working and at peace. you both balance the situations and problems you face and this helps in arriving at a common ground. outside the relationship, you are both diplomatic and friendly to others. you are both concerned about the relationship’s success or failure and this may cause emotional distress if one is not putting the same effort as the other.

composite moon in 11th: this placement indicates a relationship focused on friendships, causes, and long-term goals. perhaps you met through friends or a common group or club. you and your partner spend a lot of time with your friends in this relationship, and may even get their input in your relationship. make sure to not involve your friends too much, as too many voices might cause further issues to you both.

composite rising/ 1st house:

scorpio rising: mysterious couple, couple that no one can decipher, who seem to live their deepest dynamics alone, they show a lot of "belonging" to each other, they are closed but at the same time they seem to be deeply connected. intense feelings that are not said, but are felt by gestures, looks, as in jealousy situations.

composite mercury:

leo mercury: both become much more polite, romantic, expressive and somewhat loud when they are with each other, they feel comfortable enough to show their inner child. they are fascinated by how authentic they can be with each other and how the other makes their adoration for the other so obvious. they will love to share nice details that the other has with you and people know perfectly well how happy they are with each other. they can enjoy going on lots of dates and making each other feel as much in love as in the early stages.

composite mercury in 9th: the conversations they have will open their minds and expand their horizons, both will teach each other many things and can be a great teacher for each other. they will feel more optimistic and positive when being with each other, they will feel how stress or similar emotions fade, the time you spend with each other will be fun. they will talk a lot about their dreams and desires, even fantasies. they can be amazed to hear the other talk about what puts light in the other's eyes. sharing ideas and inspiring the other would be usual in this relationship, you may change each other's views of these relationships.

composite venus:

leo venus: leo venus in the composite is all about acceptance. usually one person in this duo taking a bold stance in admiring the other. almost like a disco-ball, these people try to illuminate each other and hype each other up. this energy will have people take pride in this relationship and accept all of the flaws. beauty radiates like an orange sunset on a summer day when these two come together. they never make others feel left out, either. 

composite venus in 9th: they will love to motivate each other and openly appreciate each other's points of view, they are fascinated by each other's minds and they will spread the passion for hobbies, things and even for life. they can see life more positively and more optimistically when they are together. both will teach the other things that they did not know, they will generate a joyful, philosophical and deep vision of love when they are together. they will feel delighted to find someone who shares their same vision of love, they will have similar values ​​and interests. you can take many trips together and experience new things with each other. they will express love in a fun, passionate and very direct way, they will like to do things to make the other smile and maintaining the happiness of both as a couple can be the main goal for both. they will look for the other to see the good side of life, relax them if there is a lot of work and take things more calmly. it is a very pleasant position for venus, both will do many things to make the other feel happy, satisfied and comfortable with the relationship. through love important and positive lessons will be given.

composite mars:

cancer mars:  a cranky placement for mars, this couple will have to take time-outs to talk about emotions and express anger consciously rather than passive-aggressively. there’s great desire to nurture, and the union is well-expressed through raising kids or creating community. they’ll likely keep a comfy, safe home with lots of visitors and a full fridge. mars here will require emotional growth and self-responsibility. this couple would enjoy remodeling a house together, as long as they remember to communicate.

composite mars in 8th : you two are enchanted by each other on such deep levels that it is difficult to express, the sex is intense, you have never felt anything even remotely close to this. both parties give their all in the relationship, they give their body, their soul and their heart to the other. they feel that they can fully enjoy sex when it comes to each other, they want to feel close, be with each other and merge on all levels. they make their partner discover sides and things about themselves that they didn't feel they knew. sex is very important to this couple, but it's more than just sex, it's the connection that makes it feel so necessary.

takemikey masterlist

crds:

composite sun

composite moon + house

composite rising

composite mercury

composite venus + house

composite mars + house

[ella390-the-potato]

New Look = New Mikey = New Arc

[sie-rui]

❀ THE MOMENT I KNEW | TOKYO REVENGERS

;; mikey gets sick on his 18th bday, he misses you

🥛 — sano manjiro

🧾 — gender neutral reader, second pov ( you / your ), sick au, alternate timeline, everyone lives / nobody dies, birthday fic, mild angst,hurt / comfort, imagine

✉ — happy birthday to my love. i really want him to end up happy this time :((

Sano Manjiro had always been a healthy child. He wasn’t one to get sick, not fevers that end with him in bed that is. His immune system was always in shape, despite having to be forced to eat vegetables and anything aside from sweets. Perhaps all of the sleeping he had done had helped with his health rather than his height. 

Point is, he had never experienced what other people did: bedrest. He’s quite thankful for that.

Today, God was pissed at him, probably. 

The moment he woke up, it was noon and Mikey already concluded that he didn’t like being sick. It was shitty. He wants to die already.

The 20th of August has long been established as his birthday. Normally, he would be feasting on a huge breakfast with Emma, Grandpa, Shinichiro, and that idiot, Izana. Then, he would be opening gifts over gifts before going out for a ride with Toman. A day with you after that is a must, along with lots and lots of kisses and hugs.

His 18th birthday is spent in bed.

“Alright, stay in bed, Manjiro,” Shinichiro ends, showing the thermometer to him; it blinked a perfect 38.5 degree celsius. “We can celebrate tomorrow instead, alright?”

Mikey groans but it gets cut off midway with a harsh cough. He swore he tasted blood. (He’s being a dramatic ass bitch, like usual.)

Emma gives him a pointed look from behind their oldest brother. Their grandfather silently shakes his head, putting the blankets over Mikey and forcing him to lie back down. Izana lingers by the door, not that the birthday boy cares. (He does.)

Shinichiro says something about cooking this or that and Emma adds with contactings friends and hiding gifts. Mikey does not listen, he’s too busy sulking. He hates this. He feels as if there’s someone stuffing cotton in his head through his nose. He felt nauseous enough that seeing the cake made him want to puke. (Thank God Emma backed away and hid it from view before replacing it with soup for him to drink like water before being followed with medicine.)

“Mikey, we’re going now alright. Rest some more. I’ll come back again later with food you can actually swallow without gagging,” Emma tells him. Shinichiro pats his head, his sister gives him a hug, everyone greets him a happy birthday anyway. Then, the door is closed behind them and the lights are turned off.

Mikey dies in the dark.

The curtains are slightly open. Mikey turns away from it, gripping the sheets and pulling it up to his chin.

He felt empty.

He was actually looking forward to today. Emma’s cooking had always beaten restaurants and Shinichiro’s smile and greeting being the first thing he woke up to had always been appreciated. His grandfather’s pat in the back and small smile always made him fold and even Izana’s silent nod and gifts were touching. He can’t believe that he isn’t going to experience that this year, now that he’s bedridden with a common cold.

Keisuke was going to laugh at him, really. They all were going to, probably.

He felt so lonely.

Did they leave him? Why did they leave? Mikey didn’t like being sick. He felt so away from everyone, from you. 

Mikey’s whole body shakes from the sneeze.

Even worse was that he told you that you were going out on a date today and that he was going to take you to the movies to watch that film he wanted to watch then to dinner at his favorite restaurant.That was what he wanted from you for his birthday: a day just with you. It was enough. It always will be.

God, were you waiting for him? Where was his phone? He needed to call you. What if you were already a;; dressed up? What if you were sitting in the living room, waiting for him to pick you up?

Mikey wanted to force his body to get up and find his phone—or any phone, really, he just wanted to contact you. He just wanted to hear your voice. Maybe a happy birthday? God, he loves you. He misses you already.

He really wanted to get up.

When his eyes blinked open, the room was pure black and he knew that no matter how much he opened the curtain, the room would continue to remain in darkness. His head hurts. He wanted to sob but even thinking about it made his head throb in pain. He was hungry. Did Emma come back earlier and decide to not wake him up? He really wanted to eat something other than medicine and soup.

The door opens and Mikey hopes that it was Emma with something to eat, or at least something to drink. Who stood on the other side was even better.

Mikey pushes himself to sit up even if it makes him dizzy once he sees your face pop up from behind the door with a little smile. “Hey, Manjiro!” You greet, turning on the lights when he quickly shielded his eyes. “Happy birthday, love.”

Mikey pouts, blinking to get adjusted to the lights as you close the door and pad through the room. You sat next to him and he really loved the way your hand automatically found his head, combing through his locks and scratching. He leans back, closing his eyes, hand finding your thigh and resting there.

“I love you.”

Your hand left his head and Mikey whines at the loss of your touch. “‘Love you too…” He murmurs, voice raspy from sleep and sick, looking up at you. You lean forward, forehead on the side of his neck, feeling how warm he was as his hands now found themselves on your waist.

“Got you some food from your favorite restaurant, ‘Jiro. Though it’s probably not as good as Emma’s cooking,” you whisper. “Don’t worry about the movie, I managed to get a different ticket a few days from now, okay?”

“Want to watch it with you now,” he replies, almost whimpering as his nails dig into your skin when you try to pull away. “Don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving Manjiro. I’m right here. We’re all right here, in your heart and right beside you, even if you don’t think we are,” you hush him, hand drawing circles on his arm now that you’re practically on his lap. “We can’t watch the movie though. You need food, medicine, and rest.:

Mikey pulls you even closer from your words. It always did feel like you were reading his mind, like you knew him more than he knew himself.

“Stay?”

“Staying.”

“Kiss?”

You lean your head back to meet his heavy eyes. “Maybe just on the cheek.”

He pouts once more, acting pretty much like a child. You don’t have it in you to complain. If anything, it is quite adorable how needy he does get sometimes. “As long as you kiss me a hundred times more when I heal.”

“Deal.”

You press your lips to his cheek before he could change his mind and his grip finally loosens, his shoulder losing all the tension it had just a few moments prior. Mikey’s hair was a mess but it wasn’t enough to hide how his eyes slowly glazed over in tiredness and how his blinking got slower with each one.

“Go to sleep for a while, ‘Jiro. I’ll heat up your food for now.”

He frowns. “But-”

“I’ll be back, I swear.”

He remains hesitant, hand now on yours, but he slowly lies down again. You pull up the blanket, making sure that he’s comfortable. The reluctance in his eyes was clear but you smiled at him, combing through his hair once more. With that action, his eyes flutter, neck stretching to lean on your hand.

You chuckle and Mikey opens his eyes for a second to look at you, puckering his lips. Leaning down, you press another one on his cheek and this time, he does whine. “Tease.”

“I love you, Manjiro,” you say again with a silly upturn of your lips.

He huffs, feeling even more tired as he sinks further into the bed as it swallows him. 

Mikey blinks, slowly, carefully, and tiredly. The world blurs in his eyes but the image of your smile burns into his mind like some permanent scar from a cigarette butt. Reality and the world of fever dreams tangle, melting into each other slowly and sweetly. But the warmth of your hand grasping onto his never leaves like how the comfort of the way your hand massages his head does.

That was the moment Sano Manjiro, Mikey, 18 years old, knew that he was going to marry you.

[spooky-bunnys]

Finally some baby Mikey!

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

[helpiamlostsomewhereinthegarden]

Izana, watching the news: Well, that's a stupid house to rob.

Mikey: Does anyone live up to your expectations? Maybe we should get the robber's phone number so you can call and tell him how disappointed you are.

[izanazqueen]

art crt: bo_1125

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