#tokyo revengers Mikey x reader

[therapyforrent]

Interrupted pt. 4

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

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

Shallow breaths and calloused hands gripped over your hips.

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

You wince lightly.

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

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

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

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

Every time.

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

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

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

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

"Ohh..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bonus:

There's an unfamiliar silence.

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

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

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

[ranhaitanisgf]

Congrats on 5k! For the event may I request fluff hcs for "Cafe love" & "sneaking out to go on a date" with Mikey please? Maybe with Mikey crushing on a classmate that works at her family's cafe that he frequents? Thank you!

—manjiro [mikey] sano // cafe love // sneaking out to go on a date

☆ ˎˊ˗ me when i didnt read the req fully and wrote a scenario instead of hcs. erm . my bad yall ..... i hope you will enjoy anyways ! i thought this idea was super cuteeee :D have a nice day everyone xoxo

☆ ˎˊ˗ gn!reader

☆ ˎˊ˗ wc ; 1.3k+

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your shifts have been quite amusing as of late. 

every evening after school, you go to work at your family’s cafe. it wasn’t because it was doing badly; quite the opposite, actually. business had been booming as of late, and you couldn’t be more happy! it was pretty nice that you didn’t have to commute at all, and you were instantly hired, so it was easy money. 

in the last couple of months however, you’d noticed that you had quite the frequent regular. 

a boy from your class; manjiro sano. everybody calls him mikey, (you’re not exactly sure why) and you haven't spoken a single word to him in your life outside of taking his order every time he comes in. he would usually come in with friends, though the frequent one was a very tall boy with a dragon tattoo, (you couldn’t tell if he was your age or thirty years old). there were other times he would come in by himself, and neither of you every spoke outside of the typical ordering conversation. 

despite this fact, you always looked forward to seeing him come in. of course, you already knew all the rumors about him, but they never really crossed your mind. in your own mind, you just saw him as the cute boy who frequents your family’s cafe, which was enough for you to slowly develop a bit of a crush on him. 

it wasn’t like you were in love with him or anything; you were just interested in learning more about him. you could never quite find the chance to talk to him though, which left you to just look forward to taking his order, which was more or less the same kind of interaction every single day. you would’ve gone to talk to him in school, but it was a rare occasion for him to actually show up, which made it even harder. 

well, you guess he’s pretty cute, too. 

but that’s aside from the point!

the bell for the front door rung, the sound pulling you from your thoughts. you quickly finished cleaning up the counter and went to the register, smiling a bit too wide when you saw a familiar face. 

“hi, welcome! how can i help you?” you asked. your smile changed to a more polite, customer service type of smile when you realized that mikey was with a big group of his friends, the boys all snickering behind him as he tried, (and failed) to hush them. 

“hi! uh, can i get the kids meal combo, and…” mikey looked down to you from the menu posted on the wall above you, a bit of a questioning look on his face. “...what’s your favorite kind of cake here?” he asked, caching you a bit off guard. 

“my favorite? uhh…probably the strawberry chiffon cake!” 

“okay, and one of that!” you asked, a smile on his face, (you weren’t sure why he suddenly asked that, but his smile almost distracted you from doing your job). 

“alright! anything else?” mikey shook his head, but stepped aside so that the rest of his friends could order their food. you weren’t sure that you’d ever seen him with such a big group of people, and you weren’t sure if you were just imagining things, but…

…were they all staring at you in a strange way? 

of course, you didn’t say anything, but you could’ve sworn that they all were watching you strangely closely, the same knowing smile on all of their faces. 

it was probably just your imagination. 

when they were finished, they all left to sit down, which then left you to get to work preparing all of their food. you were hoping that they would be a bit patient, given the fact that your coworker for this shift had gone on a lunch break, leaving you to fulfill the order by yourself. 

you finished their food orders rather quickly, leaving you a bit shocked and proud of your accomplishment. when you called out the name for their order, the boys all came up to the counter and grabbed their respective meals, politely thanking you and going back to sit down, (why were they still looking at you like that?). 

the last person to grab his order was mikey, who seemed a bit nervous as he came to pick up his food. his fingers were fiddling with a piece of his hair and he seemed to be mumbling something to himself, and you noticed in the back that all of his friends were staring his way, (very obviously). 

“here is your order! please enjoy!” you said, holding his tray out to him. he grabbed it, freezing for a moment as he seemed to be thinking very intensely about something. suddenly, he took the slice of cake off of his tray, sliding it to you. 

“this…is for you. ‘cause you said it’s your favorite.” he mumbled, his cheeks a pink color as he avoided your gaze. “and! uh…would you want to…go out with me? after you finish working?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting yours. 

you stared at him in surprise for a moment, your eyes moving to look at the cake for a moment before looking back at him. 

“yes! i’ve actually…ahh, so embarrassing!! i’ve been wanting to talk to you, but i never found the right moment…” you admitted, playing with your fingers out of nervousness. 

mikey was about to say something, but he was cut off by the door opening behind you, your coworker coming back in from their lunch break. before either of them could say anything, you spoke, gesturing your coworker to come near you for a moment. 

“hey, do you think you could handle the rest? i don’t think there will be much people after this.” you started to lose hope when you saw their questioning expression. “please! just do me this favor once and i’ll do all the closings for the next month!” when your coworker agreed, you felt relief and excitement, turning back to mikey. 

“let’s go right now!! i know you didn’t eat your food, but my parents will probably tell me to get back to work if they notice i’m not working-oh!” you turned back to your coworker. “by the way, don’t tell my parents, okay? i’ll owe you one!!” 

you turned back to mikey, who was staring at you with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open. your heart pounded in anticipation, wondering if you were maybe going too fast. 

“i mean, uh, it doesn’t have to be-”

“let’s go!!” he interrupted, a sparkle in his eyes. “right now, before anyone notices!” he laughed, looking back to his friends with a thumbs-up. at the hand sign, his friends whooped with joy, all of them congratulating mikey from their table. 

“o-okay! let’s go!” you said, coming out from behind the counter. without a moment to spare, mikey grabbed your arm, looping it around his own as he rushed you to the exit of the store, escaping his friends' sudden questions as they tried to follow. 

“hey, are you good with motorbikes?” he suddenly asked.

“uh, i don’t know, i’ve never ridden on one?” mikey looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face, taking a helmet from one of the (many) motorbikes parked outside. he placed it on your head, sitting himself in the front seat of one of the motorbikes, patting the seat behind him. 

“you wanna try?” 

“uhh…” looking to the side, you noticed your parents behind the counter of the cafe, watching you in shock through the window. you panicked, immediately getting on the back of his motorbike, tightly gripping the edges of the seat. “okay! let’s get out of here!” 

the engine roared to life and mikey put his hands on the handles, revving the bike a bit before taking off, leaving the cafe in the dust. 

you were gonna be so dead when you got home.

[lexsssu]

Masturbation (Mikey | Manjirou Sano)

TAGS: Mikey/F!Reader, masturbation, dirty thoughts, smut, drabble Ao3 ver.

He is sickening.

Mikey knows that what he’s doing is sickening, but he just can’t stop.

Especially now that you’re finally here beside him in the flesh, now that he could just reach out and touch your skin, feel your warmth and softness beneath his fingertips…

His hand quickens its pace as he holds your handkerchief to his nose with his free one, smelling the faint fruity scent of your perfume: ripe peaches that teased his senses and further fueled his depraved fantasies of you. The blonde’s cock pulsed within his hand as the delinquent imagined that it was your own smaller, softer hand instead that held him so intimately. 

In a life filled with so much despair and tragedy, you are a guiding light, the angel descending from above sent to grace his weary soul. 

You had to be, because just your mere presence brought him such peace that he can’t believe how he managed to live before you were finally at a mere arm’s length away from him. 

Mikey will always be thankful for his big brother for being the bridge that allowed him to meet you. At first it was just Shinichiro urging him to write a letter to a girl his age that his older brother had met overseas, but in the end you became someone so precious that at times the blonde can barely believe it.

So now that you’re finally here in Japan...just a few rooms away from his own...it’s impossible for him not to rub one out.

His thoughts are filled with your smile, your laughter, your light.

As he makes a mess on the floor of his bedroom, Mikey sighs before inhaling at the handkerchief you let him borrow for the umpteenth time, feeling a wave of tranquility washing over him.

Despite the darkness that festered inside of him after every loss he experienced...he knows that as long as he has you then he will surely crawl out of the darkness every time it threatens to consume him.

.

.

.

But first he actually has to court you properly, as is apparently custom in your home country.

[blues824]

☀️Can I please request tokyo revengers with a female yoriichi tsugikuni s/o

☀️Imagine she got reincarnated in to their time.

☀️Her still being reincarnated with the demon slayer Mark and them finding out what it means.

☀️They thought mikey was a mense until they met their s/o (when they learn when they were 80 they were still unbeatable 💀)

☀️Her taking about her twin brother and life story telling them she invented sun breathing what they still can use.

☀️Imagine them watching how powerful she can be with a katan (who is she fighting michikatsu tsugikuni/ kokushibo who is also reincarnated and the only person I can think of they can train with )

Upon further clarification, this will include Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, and I’ll throw in Takemichi because why the hell not?

Manjiro Sano (Mikey)

He would’ve thought that you were so cool. Your scar was definitely what captured his attention, and also the fact that when he fought against you, you won with no question. Your twin was also very strong, and the only person you can actually train with without you immediately killing them.

When you show him your Sun Breathing, he is shocked. You looked so graceful that he couldn’t help when his heart fluttered and skipped a beat out of nowhere. There is just something about being with a girl who could kill you in a matter of milliseconds that was just so attractive to him, apparently. He is with you, after all.

Your skill with a katana was also something he viewed as cool, and he even asked if he could try wielding it. It was a bit more difficult than he imagined, but he is well-versed in every conceivable weapon. He would be a good opponent to a higher-ranking demon slayer, maybe even a Hashira.

Ken Ryuguji (Draken)

You made a very worthy opponent, and you pinned him down to the ground. We all know how he feels about people who are strong (or even stronger than him), so as you could probably tell you immediately got on his good side. This isn’t even including your skills with a katana or your Sun Breathing.

He had the ‘honor’ (his words) to witness a sparring session between you and your twin, and the concrete below was absolutely destroyed. There were cuts, there were bruises, there were gashes, there was a broken nose on your twin’s part, etc. Draken never knew that you had such a ruthless side to you.

When he saw you practicing with your katana, he was curious about how you managed to accumulate such an overwhelming amount of skill. You had handed it to him, and guided his movements gently as you explained that you had died in your past life of being a demon slayer. 

Keisuke Baji

You both had met when he decided to pick a fight with you and you beat him in a matter of seconds. You had applauded his bravery and his tactics, and that’s how his feelings for you started. The scar upon your head was something he had noticed in that one fight, and it caused him to get a bit distracted, or so he claims.

He had seen a sparring session between you and your twin, and if he did not know that it was just a sparring session he would have thought that you were fighting to the death. Typically, Baji could hold his own against very strong opponents, but that was before he met either you or Kokushibo.

Then, you pulled out your katana and started using sun breathing as your twin brother used his blood art (he’s not a demon in this life, but still retains his abilities) and it was so cool. Of course, neither used 100% of their power, but it was definitely the training of a lifetime that Keisuke witnessed.

Takashi Mitsuya

The first time he saw you, he also noticed the scar on your head, and he knew that you had been through way more pain than he had. The two of you tend to stick to peace, but won’t hesitate to fight if the situation calls for it. He has seen you fight as well, and you are the most feared person in any gang.

That is, along with your twin. The two of you sparring is like an unstoppable force meets an immovable object and when Mitsuya saw the two of you, he was shocked. The fact that the two of you had that amount of power was surprising, to say the least.

When he saw you unsheath your katana and continue the battle, he noticed how graceful it was. Your Sun Breathing helped it immensely, and you ended up beating your twin. Mitsuya gave a small round of applause as he congratulated you for being the victor.

Takemichi Hanagaki

He assumed you were a tear in time as he kept jumping back in time again and again, but in reality you were always there and he just suppressed your memory. After all, he knew that the scar upon your forehead was familiar, as though he has traced it multiple times. Oh that’s right, he has, because you were his girlfriend and you have laid your head in his lap numerous times.

The first time he saw you sparring against your twin, he actually thought it was a fight to the death. There was no way that the battle wasn’t personal because you both were just going at each other like cats and dogs. However, it really was just sparring and nothing else.

Your skills with a katana also surprised him. You had managed to retain your Sun Breathing even after being reincarnated, and Takemichi watched as you ended the sparring session by winning. He let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

[piggycyberwarrior]

TR- what it’s like to date Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

Summary: what it’s like to date him!!

Requested: nooope.. 

warnings: none.. well i didnt proof read that shit ....

characters: Mikey

a/n: sorry for being offline for so long I had a tough time but i am backkkk. Make sure to drink enough water!!! love you all. Request are open btw XD

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To be honest... Mikey is touch starved. that's a fact. He had lost so many people and meeting you was one of the best things that could have happened to him. You picked up his pieces over and over again and put them back together. Very carefully with a lot of love... and Dorayaki. 

When he finally had the courage to tell you how he felt, he was so nervous... poor baby. He didn't want you to reject him because then he wouldn't be able to look you in the eye anymore. when you said that you like him too, he was so relieved. three words: bone crushing hugs.

Mike would make a great boyfriend. Sure, it's a little exhausting sometimes to see his people following you around on your lunch break and he always has someone checking up on you, but you know he's only doing it to protect you and with that in mind it's easier to be accompanied by gang members. 

 CUDDLES! I can't say it enough. Mikey kind of loves to touch you? (Definitely has a thing for thighs) so it's only understandable that he's always glued to you (I mean have you seen him with ken-chin???) it’s even worse with you. He's like a little kid. Always grinning and always wanting to hold your hand. 

I think Mikey has nothing against PDA. He would kiss you in the middle of thousands of people or make out with you if he wanted to.(draken told him that if you were embarrassed about his actions, he should take that into account, so now he would hold back in public if you were uncomfortable with showing affection in puplic.

. Would definitely and I mean definitely! tackle you if you were careless... you'd just walk around the living room and poof! you'd be on the couch with an almost sleeping Mikey on top of you. 

I think Mikey is someone who also likes to be held. So either he's lying on top of you with his face pressed into your chest and his hair wildly splayed over your nose so you have to hold back a sneeze or two. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle. Or he would like to lie on your lap and put your hand in his hair again and again when you stop playing with it.

would love it if you would ride his bike with him at night. It's always so quiet and peaceful at that time. just you, him and his bike.

also a huge fan of lazy make outs! when you just got up and see that gorgeous blonde boy looking at you and grinning lazy “good morning baby~” he hummed as his lips ghosted only an inch away from yours. You smiled happily “Morning bubs. Slept well?” you asked as you stared at his pretty lips. “Y’know I always sleep good when you’re with me” he smiled as he cupped your cheeks and pressed a tired kiss on your lips. “I love u” he whispered as he kissed you again. Your lips moving in sync with his. Matching his slow rythym and inviting his tounge as it licked your sugary lips. “I love you too, Darling” oh how he loved that nickname when you said it a little bit breathless like that. 

If you have siblings (it doesn’t matter how old they are) he tries to get along with them. Playing princess with your little sister or playing video games with your brothers. Even joining the gambling night were your whole family attends. There he sees a new side of you. A simple game easily turns into war with you. 

he enjoys seeing you living your best life. If you’re happy he is happy too. Anyway he expects you to accept his family too. And with family I mean emma and his gang. Escpecially draken... but that shouldn’t be a problem. You’re friends with ken-chin.

WILL call you things like “Y/n-chin” or “baby” even things like “Potato” or “doll”,”Mouse” and so on. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING WHEN I SAY YOU THAT THIS! MAN! LOVES! AND I MEAN LOVES!!! WHEN YOU CALL HIM OLD FASHIONED OR DUMB NICKNAMES!!!!! hit that bish with things like “Darling”, “love” “bubs” “beloved” “cutie” “Pizza face” “Chippy” “gentleman” I could continue for HOURS. 

“hey darling could you go grocery shopping with me?... I am buying you some dorayaki too” he hoped you would not see the blush adorning his face as he listened to your voice full of love for him

if someone EVER tried to mess with you ohohohoooo (they’re dead or beaten till they cant walk anymore :)

baby if you are insecure... i’m sorry but that boy won’t have a CLUEEE unless you directly tell him... he is just a precious baby that loves everything about you so he wouldn’t ever think about the fact that you dont like your body or something else about yourself. But if you were the one to tell him he would be SOOOOOOO supportive of you. always cheering you on when going to the gym or kissing every imperfection, scar or stretchmark (you are beautiful bubs, i love you) and telling you how much he loves you

[mayumml]

Warmth

Everyone knew not to get involved with him.

She knew, better than anyone, a little too well in fact. His deadly unexpected swings of impulses, his notorious reputation as a violent and dangerous gang leader, or his outrageous delinquent behaviors that evidently differs from her own perfect records. She knew of it all.

Yet, not once did that stopped her from seeking for him, yearning for him and loving him. Her adoration for him started from when, she had no recollection of it. But her feelings needed no reason. All that she needed was for him to be happy, to not lead a regretful life, to shine as bright as he always did.

Though, everyone knew fate can often times be cruel.

“Sano Manjiro.” His name rolled so smoothly off her tongue, almost like butter, oh how she adored speaking it. It was still him, the same Manjiro, the same Mikey, the same boy she loved. Yet, whoever was standing in front of her seemed so foreign that she thought her mind was playing tricks on her.

The unfamiliar did not come from his bleached white short hair contrasting his once flowing head of gold, nor did it come from the pale skin hugging his now small bony frame. His eyes. His eyes spoke different from they did before. Ebony black eyes were full of life and ambitions, yet replaced them now were voids that screamed silence.

If only she could burst into tears and jump into his arms mindlessly, she would. But how foolish would she be to ignore the fact that the boy she loved was merely just a ghost of the past? No longer would it be strong warm arms that welcomes her in an embrace, but the cold dead air instead. Maybe even a gun to her head.

Stood on the old cracked concrete were the two, eyes bored into each other’s, time seemed to drag out way longer than ever before. No sense of familiarity was present between them, almost as if the bond they created was just that of another life. The thought that, perhaps, her insignificant friendship with him was merely but a delusion she harbored since all those years ago, ate away at her mind.

“…You.” His voice was cold and lifeless, as if it belonged to a corpse. The years he spent away must have stolen every ounce of emotion left in him, leaving him nothing but a shell with an echo. Salty tears threatened to surge and burst from her eyes, reasons hard to tell.

Was it the fact that the voice of the blazing Sun, which blared through the empty nights all those years before, was long gone? Or was it because of the longing for his voice, which she so desperately tries to deny, tricked her to daze at merely the sound of it? Oh, how desperate she was.

“How long has it been?”

“How did you find me?”

He was still straightforward and to the point, which she had found to be an endearing and charming quality of his that he kept. However, the endearment is limited when paired with the chilling glare directed straight at her, like he could pierce through her skull with just his eyes alone. And he would.

“I always find you, Manjiro.”

“…”

“You hid so well for the past 10 years, but I still found you.”

“I told you not to look for me.”

“You know how I am.” He did. He knew much very well how she was like, he knew each of his friends like the back of his hand. Whether or not he still does, she could not recognize. And for the very fact that he knew her so well, she had no doubts that she had to find him. From the shining gates of heaven to the darkest depths of hell, he needed to be found.

“Leave.”

“No, Manjiro, I refuse.”

“Keep your stubborn act and you die.”

Despite his warning, she took a step closer with gentle movements. It was not that she wanted to spite him, nor did she doubted his threats of spilling her blood, she was simply not afraid. She knew death was close to her doors when she decided to seek for the Sun.

Oh, the vicious he, a man of overbearing power and pervasive fear across the lands. His name bought fright, at times even hatred. Yet, he was just Manjiro. Her Manjiro. The boy that was so very warm. If ever his warmth fades and leaves him cold, then naught can stop her from embracing him in her own blaze.

Her lips pressed, eyes alarmingly calm, sauntering with unsourced confidence, unseen was the sorrow she felt within. He knew of her obstinacy, he knew the simple request to not search for him would go on deaf ears, yet he did not undertake any further actions to prevent himself from getting discovered. Maybe, just maybe, she would like to be the small flicker of hope for him this time.

The vacant basement voiced no sound but the clicking of a gun. Held against her forehead, threatening to paint the floor with her brains if she dared to get any closer. His eyes still empty and unfeeling, almost as if one hand is not pointing cruel death towards his light.

“Don’t shoot.”

Black eyes imperceptibly widened for an instant, the gun sat still. She lifted a hand to lightly graze his, slender fingers wrapped around the gun’s handle were so frigid and scarred, so dried and bony. He stared at her, not a word left him yet she was adamant to decipher what he was trying to convey. Their skins felt like burning against each other when her warm palm met his scraped knuckles.

The slight flinch when they touched, she did not miss. His eyes narrowed, daggers dug into her head, yet he did not move. She held his rough hand holding the gun delicately, as if handling cold hard porcelain that would shatter to pieces if touched a little too harsh. Her fingers slowly guided the gun down to his side as she stepped closer, hands never leaving each other’s. He basked in the long forgotten comfort given from her touch.

Eyes to eyes again, her lips lifted to a soft smile at the familiar shade of caliginous black, one which she had always adored. Her form was reflected on his dead eyes. She could only wish to be the only one ever centered in the dark pond of unlit sky ever again, it was her one selfish desire. Selfish she very much is when it comes to him. The proximity almost brought nostalgia upon her, whispering back to times where everything was not collapsing. He was not collapsing.

His gelid breath fanned her cheek, she wondered if she was the only one feeling anything at all. Her hand left his and instead, hastened arms wrapped around his stiff torso, holding him tight. He stood unmoving, almost as if his feet were stuck glued to the dull concrete. She rested her face on his shoulder, the sore shoulder that endured abundant weight and torment alone for one too many years.

“It’s okay, Manjiro. You don’t have to take on everything on your own.”

Faint scent of cigarette and familiar warm butter infiltrated her sense, she could not help but nuzzle into his bare neck. His chest heaved slow against hers, perhaps if she focus enough, she might be able to feel his heartbeat. His breath was unsteady and ragged, contrasting the still composure he presented. He was so, so very cold.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice your suffering earlier.”

How long has it been since she was able to embrace him in her warmth? The two fit together similar to a puzzle, her arms felt so right when clasped around his body, if only god heard her prayers for their moment to last forever. Latching onto her dearest even when she knew it could potentially demand a hefty price, she is undeniably such a fool.

“I don’t know the pain you have been through, so I cannot say that I understand it.”

“…”

“But from now I’ll go with you through hell, I’ll share a shoulder with you, I won’t let you bottle it up alone.”

“…”

“Even if you push me away, I’ll crawl back.”

Tense shoulders gradually shifted and drooped, his statue-like demeanor fading by the second. Hesitant inhales and exhales beside her ear only made her hug him tighter, their body heat meshing together. Her eyes shut when he lifted his arms and clung onto the back fabric of her shirt, almost unsurely. He must have tucked the gun away for the time being.

She smiled against his shoulder, joyous that he broke through his thorn sheathed adamantine facade, even if it was for a while bit. His snow shade strands tickled her cheek as he leaned his head against hers, arms squeezing around her torso firm, as if he was afraid to lose her warmth again. They stood basking in one another’s comfort, small flare shared by two to battle against the cold harsh world’s treatments.

“Sorry.” Manjiro mumbled. Even though the apology was monotone, his dejection was echoed.

She tenderly patted his back as her shoulders became dampened, how her heart ached for the boy she loves. Salty tears seeped through her shirt, he was unmoving yet wrecked emotions flooded down her skin. Her throat was dry, droplets were difficult to keep contained, but they cannot be shed. She was the one taking in his agony, she will house all of it for him.

“You’re a bastard, Manjiro.”

“…I know.”

“Live well for me, okay?”

She savored the warm embrace. If she did not know any better, she might mistaken the arms around her to be reminiscent of his former protective loving ones. She loved him, adored him, cherished him, he was her blazing Sun. Nothing changed, ten years ago or this very moment, she still loved him and she could only see him. In front of her was still her shining light, just battered and bruised from fate’s heinous games.

“I love you, Manjiro.”

“I know.”

Even if his blossoming smile was replaced with an unfeeling scowl. Even if his eyes no longer held endearment when reflected her. Even if his welcoming warmth was long gone. Even if he was to walk on the path of blood. Even if he places a gun to her skull. Even if he was crying his anguish out on her shoulders. Even if she was no more. She knew him, and she loved him.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, Manjiro.”

She softly smiled, feeling his skin against hers for the last time. The cold metal held next to her head signaled it was time to let go. Since when did that get there, she wondered.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).”

“Goodbye, Manjiro.”

Bang.

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The first contact

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Mikey sat down. He looked at you with sleepy eyes.

“Hey Y/n, good morning. What are you doing here so early?” He scratched his eyes. You laughed at how cute he looked. Mikey had messy hair and was holding his pet blanket.

“Good morning Mikey." You smiled, enchanted by the beauty of that delinquent. "I came to see Emma!”

Emma appeared behind Mikey, ruffling his hair. "That's right, and the coffee is ready." Emma served a plate for Mikey, another for their grandfather, another for you. “Let's eat !”

Mikey stirred his breakfast. He put some of his meal in his mouth. You did the same. “So, y/n, did you just come here to see Emma?”He asked, his voice filled with clear, childish jealousy. Mikey was quite jealous, sometimes he was even possessive.

You and Emma are great friends. But you didn't come to the Sano residence just to see Emma. You wanted to see Mikey too. The deal between you and Emma was that you would help her with Draken, while she would help you with Mikey.

You like Mikey as much as he likes you. But as Keisuke Baji says: you two are too slow to realize that.

Mikey pouted. “Did you come here just to see Emma?" Behind her brother, Emma gave you an encouraging look. "N-no... I came... I..." Draken saved you, walking through the kitchen door. Like a hero in armor. Or, that's what you thought.

“ good morning to you all. Hey Mikey! We are waiting for you outside!” Mikey looked at you completely ignoring Draken. "You...?" You felt your cheeks heat up and you were sure you were blushing.

Draken's gaze gave you the courage you needed. “No... I wanted to see you too... You know, Manjiro... You're so far away because of your gang, I barely have time to see you. I was... Missing you.” Mikey's gaze softened. He smiled calmly. "I didn't know you missed me... That's good to know.”

The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence, except for Emma blatantly flirting with Draken. Mikey said goodbye to you before leaving with Ken. You watched him leave. Mikey is simply the most beautiful, perfect boy you've ever had the pleasure of meeting.

You love him.

He loves you too.

That was the last time you saw him for several weeks. His chest ached with longing. Mikey was completely occupied with his problems. Something about gang fights, with dangerous people. A new gang named Tenjiku. Mikey was so nervous about these recent fights that he was too busy for anything else. For anyone else. For you. That's what you thought.

Emma Sano's death fell upon you like a tombstone. Sweet Emma, your best friend. You couldn't believe what had happened. You would never see her again, you would never hear Emma talking about Draken for hours again, you would never hug her again, you would never go to the mall with her again, would never look at the stars with her again. The floor collapsed at her feet and threw you into a deep abyss of loneliness and sadness.

Mikey was worse than you. Much worse. You saw him a few times, and he looked so worn out, you almost didn't notice his glow. That's because his shine was extinguished with the blow of his sister's death. You knew Mikey had never recovered from Shinichiro's death. But Emma's death really shook their structures. Apparently Draken was just as shaken as you were. Draken hit Mikey, shouting words of pain and anger. You tried to stop Mikey from getting beaten up. But Draken pushed you away as if his body weighed nothing. Tears streamed down his eyes. You saw Takemichi trying to stop Draken. You saw Takemichi being thrown to the other side. Mikey fell unconscious to the ground.

You ran to Mikey desperately. You felt useless and fragile, tears fell down his face. You knelt down next to Mikey. "Mikey, please!" You laid your head on his chest, tears running violently down your face. You calmed down a little when you heard Mikey's heartbeat.

Mikey reached for his hair. He gave a gentle massage. "Y/n... My beautiful girl." His eyes filled with tears. You hugged him tight. Mikey convulsed violently in his arms, losing his breath from crying.”Y/n... Emma... My little sister... Y/n..." He held onto you so tightly that you felt like you were going to break in half. You've never seen Mikey this vulnerable before. Even in Shinichiro's death, he was strong and resisted as best he could. You hugged him with the same intensity, trying to bring some comfort to Mikey.

That was the first intimate contact between the two of you. A shame it was in those conditions. Although this was the first intimate contact between the two of you, it was also the last. Mikey sank deeper and deeper into his abyss of despair . You didn't even recognize him anymore.He became something evil, something you never imagined Mikey could become. His chest ached with anguish.

Mikey was never the same again.

[ivvoryz]

Tokyo Revengers

♡ - smut ✧ - fluff ☾ - angst ✘ - tw

Mikey

Hanemiya Kazutora

Baji Keisuke

eating out ♡

Hanma Shuji

as your boyfriend

couch

The Angel and the Reaper

07:14 AM ✧

Please do not lean

hands

dark red

His Biggest Regret ☾

vocal ♡

eating out ♡

Moods ♡

Tough Love ♡ ✧

Saccharine Desires ♡

Trick or Treat, Slut! ♡

Peek-A-Boo! ♡ ✘

Sano Shinichiro

HULING SAYAW ☾

Mockingbird

life with the sanos

eating out ♡

Why won't you ask me out? ♡

Chain ♡

animeheadspace

hanmine

kallikrein

athyathye

beautifulblhell

mynewblackdress

em1e

Safe Word Hanma, Baji, Mitsuya ♡

Safe Word Mikey, Draken, & Kawata Twins ♡

Brat Tamers Ran, Draken, Rindo, Sanzu, Hanma, Mikey ♡

You Faked an Orgasm mikey, sanzu, wakasa, ran, rindo, hanma ♡

ovulation temptation kazutora, draken, baji, kakucho, rindou ♡

Lipstick Heart RAN HAITANI, HANMA SHUJI

Pillow Talk ran, mikey, draken, sanzu, rindo ✧

“I can hold the world in my hand” mikey, draken, chifuyu matsuno & rindou haitani ✧

“I can hold the world in my hand” keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, ran haitani & shuji hanma ✧

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tokyo revengers ⇢ YOU’RE TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE YOUR BOYFRIEND

ft. manjiro “mikey” sano, ken “draken” ryuguji, keisuke baji, takashi mitsuya, rindou haitani, ran haitani & shuji hanma

warnings: alcohol and a very hammered reader. the boys are more responsible than you <3

this is one of the rare occurrences wherein MIKEY actually shares his food. when you’ve finally given up on fighting him for the last bottle of alcohol, you start whining about your sudden hunger so he slides his plate of nachos over to you. he watches you eye it for a second before you drag your gaze up to him. “i have a boyfriend you know?” you tell him, your attempt to be menacing coming out pathetically as the attitude dripping from your tone is dampened by your slurred speech. mikey doesn’t need the club to be well lit. the strobe lights already illuminate your face enough for him to get a clear view of your glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. “i know,” he confirms with a tinge of exasperation, “because it’s me. mikey. your boyfriend.” he emphasizes his last words, his last effort to knock some sense into you but you only let out a cackle which catches him off guard. “nice try but mikey never shares his food.”

“that’s enough.” DRAKEN snatches the last of your many drinks for the night before you can gulp it down. being the perceptive boyfriend he is, he can already hear the complaint that’s about to slip from your tongue so he’s quick to pull you by the wrist, up from your seat and out the door. “where are you taking me?” you ask as clearly as your drunken state can let you—not so much but enough for your boyfriend to understand. “home.” at his curt reply, you yank your hand from his grip with a strength that startles even toman’s former vice president. “what the hell are you doing?” draken hisses lest you make a scene in public. “i’m calling my boyfriend,” you warn him, “bet he can kick your ass.” “yeah? i’d like to see him try.” he dismisses your empty threat, reaching for you once more to guide you to the exit but upon hearing a few whispers from prying strangers who are clearly getting the wrong idea, he stops in his tracks and turns to no one in particular, no longer caring about whatever commotion he may cause as his voice booms over the loud music: “i’m the boyfriend!”

“let me go!” you relentlessly thrash around, yelling out threats of calling your boyfriend, while BAJI—the boyfriend in question—pulls you into an empty alleyway to avoid any possible public humiliation for the both of you. “fuck,” he huffs out a breath, “when did you get this strong?” some time in the night, he’s tuned you out telling him off, on a sole mission to stop you from drinking more than you already have. and he’s relieved he managed to get you out of the bar—that is until he hears a weird noise coming from you. “wh-” baji doesn’t get the chance to utter a single word as you begin to throw up. in a panic, he hastily puts your hair up with his spare tie before rubbing soothing circles on your back. your hair looks real messy, he notes, but that’s the least of his worries. “you feeling better?” he checks on you after a while, only to be met by more retching, making him grumble to himself, “and i get an earful when i drink too much.”

MITSUYA is helping you get on your feet—sweet boyfriend he is—but as soon as you find your footing, you give him a hefty shove. “i have a boyfriend, jackass!” you seethe, too drunk to recognize him, and all he can do is sigh as he regains his balance. “yes. me.” something clicks in your brain at his response and you squint your eyes to get a better look at him. “takashi?” “hi, love.” and just like that, you perk up, your mouth stretching into a wide grin. “taka,” you squeal, excitement coursing through your veins when you recognize your boyfriend, “hiiiii~” he laughs at the shift in your tone and takes the opportunity to slide an arm around your waist once more. “let’s get you home okay?” “mhm.” you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you with ease. mitsuya assumes you’re fast asleep until a few minutes later, you mumble something against his skin, “someone tried to flirt with me but i said no.” a chuckle bubbles past his lips as he adjusts his hold on you. “really?” “mhm,” you nod into his neck as you snuggle closer, “i only love you.” “i love you more.” “love you most,” you reply before soft snores fall from your lips and your breathing evens out.

you’re rambling about RINDOU to rindou himself, going on and on about the reasons that made you fall in love with him. and while you’re occasionally interrupted by your hiccups, he patiently listens to your every word then he hears a “but.” the ways you describe him next are less flattering, less romantic—how he tries so hard to act indifferent to your cooing as if the tips of his ears don’t instantly turn red. or how he has a permanent scowl etched on his face. and other things you already tell him even when you’re sober. “he’s really lucky he doesn’t have any wrinkles yet,” you add with a giggle. “you’re really annoying when you’re drunk, you know that?” rindou deadpans. despite the lack of lighting in the club, he doesn’t miss the shock washing over you, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “what?” your voice comes out shaky and your bottom lip starts to wobble, making rindou release another groan. “for fuck’s sake.”

in spite of your insistence to stay at the club, RAN easily managed to drag you to his car. this isn’t his first rodeo. as an older brother, he has had to deal with rindou when he was blackout drunk. “where are we going?” you mumble as you begin to stir in the passenger seat. “home.” “i wanna see ran.” your boyfriend throws you a quick glance—your eyes remain closed and the rest of your words are incomprehensible—before he focuses back on the road. amused by your drunken state, he plays along. “alright, we’re going to ran.” the stretch of silence that follows is cut short when you speak again, “i’m thirsty.” so ran makes a quick stop at a convenience store, coming back shortly with a bottle in hand. he unscrews the cap before he gives you the drink, “careful.” you take a big gulp, instantly grimacing at the taste and it elicits a snort from your boyfriend. “what is this?” “water.”

“want more,” you slur. across from you, HANMA watches as you clumsily reach for the empty shot glasses on the table, flipping them upside down as if more alcohol will magically appear. he’s not going to lie—he finds it funny. entertaining, even. and if the circumstances were any different, he would’ve even encouraged this behavior. but he’s your boyfriend now and if there’s one thing he truly cares about, it’s you. drunk out of your wits, you don’t notice when hanma slides out of the booth until he’s soon presenting two more glasses to you. even though the contents are the same, he asks you to choose, “which one?” “hmm… that.” before you can get your hands on your drink, hanma intercepts and downs it in one go. you’re about to protest when he throws you over his shoulder and chugs the other drink out of your sight before heading for the exit. “let’s go.”

[therapyforrent]

Interrupted pt. 3

Characters: Baji Keisuke x Reader, Chifuyu Matsuno

Word Count: 4, 278

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), cursing, dirty talking, teasing, praising, cumming, Baji being rough, tbh I think this sucks LOL

Baji was in heaven.

The way your warm mouth wrapped around him, sucking gently on his cock made his eyes roll to the back of his head. Drool ran down your chin, pretty tears dotted your eyelashes as you looked up at him with his cock in your mouth. 

You swirled your tongue over the head of his cock and he groaned, you knew the sound well. "Good girl …" Baji smiled down at you. You pulled your lips off his cock and looked up at him, your eyes shining. He looked down at you, you raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember telling you to stop," Baji groaned as you used your spit covered hand to jerk him off. "I'm sorry," you said, "but you said to make you cum, and I want to make you cum …" You had Baji's complete attention now, as you slowly stroked your hand up and down his cock.

You could see the excitement in his eyes. 

"Oh god," Baji groaned as he placed both of his hands on your head and pushed you forward, ramming his cock deep into your throat instantly hitting your gag reflex. "Shit …" He had taken the top of your head with the first thrust. You slowly pulled him out and he slowly slid back into your mouth.

You held your mouth open as you sucked his cock, looking up at him, slowly making sure to keep eye contact with him. You felt a tiny bit of tears running down your cheeks as you pulled his cock out of your mouth and sucked on the tip, wrapping your tongue over the slit. "You're getting good …" Baji gasped as you made a lewd gesture with your mouth to him. Grabbing fits full of hair, you gasped at the sudden action. 

It took you by surprise and he groaned.

The sudden movement caused your gag reflex to kick in, but Baji's had already taken care of that. "Suck it," Baji ordered. You nodded your head vigorously and he laughed. You sucked hard on his cock, making sure to deepthroat him each time.

He was trying hard not to cum right away. That made you grin, boosting your ego.

"Put your hands up," Baji whispered as you did as he said.

Baji licked his lips as you grabbed his thighs. Holding you as your head bobbed up and down on his cock.

"Ahh …"

Baji moaned as he pressed your head down further.

"Ahhh …"

You made love to his cock with your mouth, tasting him as you took in the hard length. He felt as hard as a rock, and heavy against your tongue, forcing your mouth wide open. You sucked him in and out, and using your tongue, which was coated in his pre - cum. Baji felt it too, he couldn't think, he could only feel.

Baji growled as his body tensed. "I'm gonna cum!"

He grabbed your hair tighter and then he suddenly thrust hard into your mouth, forcing your mouth onto his cock as you took all of his thick cum.

Your mouth sucked as he shot into your mouth, your tongue reaching out to taste him.

He groaned loudly and his cock pulsed hot cum down your throat, making you gag. Baji groaned as he pulled out of your mouth, he fisted his cock. Cum filled your mouth, too much in fact, forcing some to spill out of the corners of your mouth. You looked absolutely wrecked, and you certainly didn't feel beautiful but Baji looked at you with love and affection. He knew that couldn't be easy and he opened his mouth to praise you, both of you jumping at the sudden sound of the door opening. Chifuyu glanced in and instantly realized his mistake. You kneeling below Baji, dick in hand, as sweat and cum covered you.

Oh. My. God.

"What the fuck, man?!?" Baji narrowed his sharp eyes at his dumb best friend. Chifuyu immediately covered his eyes, a deep tomato red color flushing to his face as he quickly spat out apologizes. Struggling to find the door handle, you watch as Chifuyu frantically grabs the door in an attempt to keep his face covered and flee as quickly as possible. "FUCK, I'M SORRY!" Chifuyu yelled as the door slammed shut with an echo. 

Baji sighed and looked down at you, reaching down to finally get you off your knees which were starting to ache. Before you had time to react, Baji's lifting you into the air. Falling backwards onto the bed with a thud, Baji smirks at you before spreading your legs before him.

"Wait!" You cry, sitting up. "What about Chifuyu?"

"Mhm? Chifuyu? I'm not worried about that. Now," Baji laid in between space of your thighs, making himself comfortable as he wraps his arms around your hips..

"Gonna let me repay the favor?"

A/N: Get it? Heaven? Because he's dead..... I'm sorry.

I rewrote this several times

MIKEY IS NEXTTTTT SO BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR THAT ONE! Reminding everyone that if you want a specific character you want me to write for, my asks are open!

[anisespice]

“ accidents happen ” || tokyo rev.

cont.

synopsis: in which they discover you had their child and kept it from them all these years later.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, angst (if you squint really hard), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be errors lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: i just want the drama >:) may make more parts, and even extend said headcannons into longer fics in the future, but wanted to post something quick for mother’s day. hope you enjoy!

When you disappeared off the face of the earth, MIKEY had never been the same. One fight. One argument that spiraled out of control, and you were just gone...

He had people looking for you for about a couple years, the trail ran cold after a while and he had half a mind to think you were dead. Up until he got intel of your whereabouts one morning during a meeting.

That man got up and left immediately.

He wasn’t accompanied with any of his men, only because he didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention in the broad daylight. Sure, him wearing a black hood, ball cap, and mask in a park didn’t really help him look inconspicuous but it at least concealed his identity enough for him to blend in. Mikey sat on a bench for a good forty minutes, anxious, making anyone who passed him shiver from his intense aura alone; even birds walked around him. After almost an hour of waiting, he began to feel frustrated. Perhaps, the intel was false. Just as he went to stand, already conjuring up ways to have Sanzu execute the idiot who wasted his time, he heard it.

Your voice. Seizing him, like a siren’s call.

His eyes were alert, darting around until they landed on your figure, spotlighted by the sun, like an angel descending from the heavens. You looked good, healthy. That was good. An array of emotions fought for their turn in Mikey’s heart—Relief, distress, anger, nostalgia. He couldn’t just pick one, especially when it came to you. As he watched from his spot, doing his best to not seem suspicious, he clocked the people you were approaching with excitement, your peppy stride as you waved at, what he presumed, to be mother and daughter.

However, his entire world turned upside down when the little girl extended out her arms towards you, and said “Mama!”

“Hello, my darling.~” You cooed, taking her into your awaiting arms from the woman, embracing the toddler tightly. “Mama missed you so much.”

“Missed you, mama!” was the child’s reply, followed by her giggles.

A bucket of cold water would’ve been better than this. Watching you converse with who he now assumes to be the babysitter, Mikey felt faint. Vision blurring, head pounding, heart clenching. You…you…no. There’s no way. You wouldn’t have moved on…you couldn’t have, not like this, not from him. You loved him, didn’t you? You still love him, didn’t you?

How could you…how could you?

Before he knew it, he started to follow you around. From the park, to the store, all the way back to your apartment. He already phoned some of the executives to start working in on the babysitter, and anyone else in your new found circle for information. He wanted answers. He needed them.

By the time you began fixing dinner, with your daughter laid down for a nap, you receive a knock at your door. Who could that be at this hour?

RAN was chilling outside the rendezvous spot for something the boss and a few other execs were participating in, having a smoke, minding his business, up until he sees a little girl with pigtails wearing a school uniform approaching, standing before him and just…staring. She barely came up to his thighs, could've been no older than seven. She was practically staring into his soul with bright lavender eyes that scarily reminded him of Rin’s when he was that age.

He stared back, head tilted as he blew out the smoke from the corner of his mouth. The hell was a kid doing on this side of town?

Then, after an uncomfortable staring contest, the little girl points at his cigarette. “My ma says those things are bad for you.”

Ran raised a brow, “Does she now?”

“Mmhm! She says it makes people unhappy.”

He offered a thoughtful nod, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Mm. Do I look unhappy?”

The girl looked at Ran for a minute, eyes squinted. Eventually, she shook her head. “No. But, ma also says people who are always unhappy get better at hiding it.”

Ran’s grin faltered. Her unwavering stare started to unnerve him, especially after hearing such a heavy statement come from such a small package.

After a brief moment of silence, he chuckled softly, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. He exhaled. “Smart woman.”

The little girl beamed, “Mmhm! My ma knows a lot of stuff.”

“Tsk. But not ‘Stranger Danger’, apparently.”

She tilted her head, curious. “Huh?”

“You shouldn’t be wandering around by yourself, let alone approaching someone you don’t know. ‘s not safe. Especially for nosy little girls who stick their noses in other people’s business. Your ma never taught you that?”

The little girl rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. “Duh. Of course she did. Everyone knows that rule,” she exasperated. Ran snorted, but yielded when she squinted at him, pointing as she sassed. “And I do so know you, so you’re not a stranger.”

This time, Ran couldn’t help the incredulous laugh. “Oh, you know me, huh? That’s not good. ‘m supposed to keep a low profile. Say, you ain’t a cop are you?” He teased, earning another eye roll.

“No. Too small to be a cop, dummy.”

“Oh, pardon me, I didn’t notice. Where do you know me from, then?”

The little girl pointed over to the building..where the executives were having their meeting. She beamed, “Ma’s works in there. On important people days she can’t get me from school, so she tells me to come straight here, and to not talk to the purple man that stands near the building. She says you’re mean.”

Ran smirked, then gave a half-hearted shrug.

“She also says you’re my pa. But, I never believed her. You’re too old.”

Ran’s smirk dropped.

Whether more from the first comment or the last, you decide. But, one thing was for certain: he needed another cigarette.

SANZU cackled watching some guy struggle to round up a couple of rowdy twins at the convenience store. One was knocking shit off the shelves while the other ran circles around the guy. It was what he needed for his bitch of a hangover, a good laugh to distract from the ache in his skull.

However, he wasn’t laughing for long when you came around the corner of the isle, holding a few items with a smile on your face that soon faded once you saw the scene unfolding before you; the pinkette thought he was still tripping balls. Blinking a few times to allow any after effects of the drugs to clear up, when you didn’t disappear he used his long legs to swiftly yeet behind one of the shelves, peering around it like some paranoid stalker. The last time you had spoken, you had threatened to castrate him with your teeth if you ever saw him again.

And he’d be damned if he tried your bluff.

He watched in awe as you straightened those twins up quick. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought they were trained to obey you, and only you. Any other authority be damned. While the guy was putting all the stuff back on the shelves, sweaty and out of breath, you gently reprimanded them for causing trouble. You still made that cute pouty face you always did whenever you were mad at him…

“What did we talk about earlier? Hm? Mr. Satoru was very kind to help mama today, you know. You two promised me you’d be on your best behavior for him.”

Sanzu gagged. This was the rebound you let nut in you? This huffy moron who can’t handle a couple of ankle biters, this was your king? He had half a mind to just gut the guy to put him out of his misery from that pathetic display from earlier, alone. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be back home. He remembers when he was that age—Rowdy, reckless, the Antichrist. Adorable, but deadly. God bless that poor bastard’s soul.

Wait…Mister? Not…dad?

The first twin whined, stomping their feet. “He’s too boringggg!”

Come to think of it…if Sanzu squinted…the longer he looked at the little family…he swore the more he saw the resemblance of himself in the tiny gremlins. From the hair, to the eyes, all the way down to the mannerisms…Hang on. When had been the last time you two fucked? Three…no, was it four years ago?

The second twin huffed, pointing at the man. “Yeah! And he’s jus’ being nice so that he can sleep in your bed, mama!”

You flushed, nervously chuckling as you looked around to make sure no one heard. Sanzu ducked behind a bag of chips, now nothing but eyes peeking through the gaps of food on the shelf.

So…that loser’s not the father? Then…could that mean..?

“He’s mama’s boyfriend, remember? He’s allowed to do that. And he’ll be around for a while, so I want you two to be nice, okay?”

“…okay, mama.” They grumbled.

Sanzu almost popped a blood vessel, fist clenched around a bag of Lays and nearly busting it. He chuckled darkly, “Oh. We’ll see about that.”

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[wingo5]

A doodle whilst at work lol

[fueledbysano]

it has been raining for days on end, which also meant that your boyfriend had been fucking you nonstop. stay dry, they said. but he kept your pussy wet, full, and sore.

“one more, sweetheart, I know you can take more~" you've been at it like rabbits, but he is still insanely horny! with your mind airy and drool falling on your chin, you could only nod in response to his invitation.

“ah— don't stop!” he had just shoved his dick back inside of you, but you're already begging for more and provoking him further.

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” he exhaled, rolling his hips, your tits sticking to his chest as the sweat from his abs warmed you, his hips piston faster, needing more.

“nghh~ [ Y / N ]~” he cried into your shoulder, hips desperately chasing for release as he rut so deep into your pussy.

“all mine~” he whimpered, fingers clawing with yours and pushing your body deeper into the mattress.

his thrusts keeps getting deeper and static fills your head. you can't think. he grinds, fucking and speeding up the pace, his finger rubbing your clit in agonizing, sweet circles.

“Ugh,” you pant, kissing him hard as you climaxed for the nth time. your pussy is extremely sensitive, yet throbbing, clenching on emptiness when he pulls out to lay you on your stomach.

"I'm not done with you yet..." the sheet falls from his shoulders, baring you to the cold air brought by the rain outside.

— [ TR ] Hanma, Baji, Shinichiro, Rindou, Kazutora, Kakucho, Mikey, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Wakasa, Sanzu.

— [ JJK ] Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Yuta, Suguru.

♡ mdni banner by @ benkeibear!

[merakidoll]

this is apart of my anime tattoo shop series! warnings : needles, piercing nipples, unprotected sex, this is actually very dangerous! of course reader is chubby - and a bimbo

you were nervous. so incredibly nervous, but with the way draken fucked into you, stretching your hole with his thick length - you couldn’t even concentrate on the needle the other man had in front of you. “deep breath baby love” mikey smirked, pinching down onto your brown nipple with his black latex glove to get them hard and ready. draken held onto you tighter; a whimper coming from you when he slightly thrusted making your vision go blurry just when the needle pierced the skins.

“ughm fuck!” you didn’t know if your cursed from the pain; or the way draken slowly rocked into you, just so that mikey could get the jewelry through. “good girl” he whispered, bitting the top of your ear and grabbing ahold of your waist to bounce your body onto him. “t-too deep” you hadn’t even had time to focus on the burning the sensation that was coming from your new piercing. or the way mikey switched sides prepping for your next one. when draken saw him getting finished he stopped himself - making you whine trying to take control.

“just one more time sweet girl” mikey cooed, pinching your other nipple that had you clenching down onto the man’s cock beneath you. licking your skin draken bucked just before the needle went through again, making your mind go even more cloudy, but this time it came with a bone crashing orgasm that left you shaking. both men were in shock at the cream that got all over the leather bed, and the mess your had made on draken. mikey hadn’t even had time to put in the jewelry, just watching how darken soothed you enough so that he could.

his dick was hard in the pant that he wore, jumping at your whimpers and moans, and how draken started to fuck into your widly chasing his own pleasure, while simultaneously giving your another one. shaking his head he plopped in the rolling chair watching the scene in front of him. “next is her belly, and i call dibs on fucking her”

[b0nten]

HOW ARE BABIES MADE?

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ ran, rindou, sanzu, takeomi, kakucho, mikey and izana being asked by their children how babies are made.

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ reader is implied to be fem, reader is called “mother”, “mommy” etc. this was so fun to write!!! thank you anon for requesting <3 also, i used tenjiku&bonten characters but everything’s taking place in the final timeline.

RAN is definitely the type to try to explain the entire thing, without any second thoughts whatsoever. He’d definitely hear the question, and open his mouth but before gets to say ‘sex’ he feels a book flat against his head. “what do you think you’re doing?” you whisper-yell from the kitchen, curry udon long forgotten on the stove. “explaining to your daughter how she spawned into the world?” he answers, dodging another decor item that you aimed toward him. upon asking, dramatically and over-exaggeratedly of course, so offended because he just doesn’t know what he was doing wrong, you just stare at him. “we agreed to tell her when she’s 14. she doesn’t even know boys have dicks and you want to explain the entirety of sex and how it goes to her? do you even know how it works?” he sighs, defeated, “let’s go eat, sweetheart, i think i made mommy a lil mad.” he says, picking up his daughter, “that last part was uncalled for, by the way.” “suck it up, mr. club owner. ”

meanwhile, RINDOU simply freezes: “daddy, how are babies made?” what? excuse him? oh my lord, he did not expect this to happen this early. why the hell is his five year old son asking him about coital activity, right when you’re not around? fuck him (himself), fuck this situation, fuck you for not being around right now (both figuratively and literally). “you see! when… uhm.. when two people love each other and they kiss, they make a baby!” he mentally face-palms for what the fuck he just said. “so you can’t kiss girls until you’re twenty-one, yeah?” finally, thankfully, his phone rings, and thank the heavens it’s you. “oh my god, y/n—” “rindou, what did i just hear on the baby cam?” “haha, my love! funny story!!!!”

SANZU just goes feral. he’s having a fucking anxiety attack or whatever so he just texts you while your daughter asks her daddy about how babies are made.

TAKEOMI plays it safe, using the infamous stork. “and it just comes flying?” “yeah, it carries a little basket with its beak and gives it to us!” he smiles, playing into his baby girl’s fantasy. “you sound just like my parents.” you smile and his gaze averts to yours, from his seat on the living room carpet. “well, your own stories inspired me, because, to be honest, i was about to shit myself.” “daddy!” the little one yells, stretching out her palm, “1000 yen!” and her father exasperates “god put me out of this misery of only being an atm, you’re just like your mother. ow! what’d i deserve that punch for?”

KAKUCHO handles it like a pro. “papa.” one of his little girls walks up to him, younger twin following her right behind. “yes, pretty girl?” he straightens his back and crouches down, still sitting on the couch. “how are babies made, papa?” the shyer one asks and his face drops for a split second. “i promise to tell you when you’re older, right now it’s classified information!” he jokes, and the girls giggle. “now… who wants to watch doraemon!!” he does the jazz hands and the twins jump into his lap. not long after, you sit down next to them. “if i didn’t know any better, i would have said you rehearsed those lines from the moment you were born.” you laugh, resting your head on his shoulder. he wraps an arm around you, chuckling, and kisses the crown of your head.

if there’s someone (who thinks they’re) escaping this question, it’s MIKEY. “ ‘tou-chan, how are babies made?” blond locks spin toward him, and the big eyes of his daughter look him up and down. “ ‘tou-chan?” she says again, a bit annoyed. mikey sacrifices the motorbike races he’s watching and looks back at her. “ask ‘kaa-chan, i’m not really good at biology.” he smiles when she jumps from her place and runs into your bedroom, where you’re blow-drying your hair. confident that he’s just dodged a bullet, manjiro returns to his priority — the tv. moments later you storm in, hair half wet, still in your bath robe with the kid in your arms, visibly furious. he knows he’s dodged a bullet but is about to get hit by a cannon.

IZANA is at the dining table doing some paper-work for tenjiku and you’re watching tv when your oldest marches into the kitchen, determined. “daddy.” the blond looks up, eyeing back at the spitting image of himself. “yes?” he answers, and you also look back to see what’s going on. slamming a big book on the table, the toddler points to the cover “how are babies made?” you burst out laughing and your husband snatches the book away, making you laugh hysterically. “where’d you find this?!” he questions, and his forehead is already soaked with sweat and he wants to bury himself into the ground. “your office.” he can’t believe his five year old son walked in there and just so happened to find this book: effective positions for baby-making. his cheeks redden and he scans the room to find you and request your help, but he’s greeted with the sight of you rolling around on the living room floor, trying to calm your laughter down. yay.