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[zenzenlovestoread]

oml, please help me, I can't stop thinking about giving head to Manila Mikey.

Idea from this drabble! ☆

02:53 pm

We all know how Mikey is, deep inside that apathetic shell of his, his empty heart and dull eyes, he's aching uncontrollably to feel anything aside from that void that consumes his senseless.

He gets so overwhelmed that he often forgets to eat, shower, and take care of himself with basic actions.

But he has you. His beloved, his light in the darkness, his anchor during the storm that keeps him grounded.

Even on days when intrusive thoughts caress his skin alluringly, you're there to keep them away from your man, you're there and keep him alive.

Just like today.

It's a hot, clammy day: no matter how many windows you may want to open, the air won't just come in to cool down your dripping skin, the oppressive weather creeps through your lungs and violates them, taking away the oxygen you need way too soon.

You're hot, you are bored and you're tired of waiting for your boyfriend to get out of the shower so you can get it all for yourself.

Your bare feet tap softly against the floor, quickly moving towards the bathroom where you left your beloved around thirty minutes ago, ready to scold him for taking so long.

You put your hand on the golden, rusty doorknob and turn it silently. Pushing the wooden panel open with a small "creak" sound, the humidity of the post-shower air invades your senses, inserting in between the fabric of your soft garments and dampening your skin even so slightly.

Your eyes immediately fall on the figure in front of you, seated on the glossy, black stool next to the sink.

Mikey's head is dropped low, his wet liquorice hair is covering his pale, porcelain skin: his onyx eyes are slightly visible to you and they are surely lost in nothingness. He's sitting still, not moving a muscle as if he didn't even notice you enter before.

You're not going to scold that poor angel for a fucking shower: you're going to scold yourself for not taking it with him. He often gets lost in thoughts and that's not a good sign at all.

"'jiro, what's wrong?"

You carefully step closer to him, crouching down to his level and cradling his fluffy cheeks in your hands: slowly blinking his eyes, as if was slowly waking up from a peaceful dream, he looks up at you desperately.

"Please, make them shut the fuck up".

Often the best way to silence your thoughts is to focus on something louder than the voices inside your head.

That's what Mikey needs right now.

Usually, he would let you suck him off to your heart's content but that's not what he needs right now: he needs to feel loved, cared about and seen. He needs to know he's there with you and not anywhere else lost in his mind.

You can feel the hardness of the cold tiles underneath your knees as you kneel in front of him, which is in contrast with the hotness of that cute, pinkish mushroom head of his shaft and the smoothness of his skin in your palm.

Manjiro's eyes are focused on you, just like you asked him to: they are completely blown out, his angelic face has a cherry red hue on his cheeks, and his lips are slightly puffy due to his constant biting in them.

When your tongue gently wraps around the tip and sucks on it harshly, squeezing with your hand the base of his dick (just how he likes it) his onyx irises roll in the back of his skull and his hand goes straight to his mouth, muffling with a hum one of his pretty moans.

Just when you take him deeper, your ears are blessed with his unfiltered voice, a desperate call of your name: you can feel his hardness make its way down your throat gradually, and the salty taste of his pre on your taste buds makes you salivate.

Just when his cock touches the back of your throat your eyes water and not because of the burning sensation or the ache of your jaw but because of his goddamn pretty face.

Manjiro's wet liquorice hair is sticking to his damp forehead due to the water of the shower he took; onyx orbs are staring deeply into your soul, flickering up and down your face not knowing where to focus; sweat is dripping down his defined jaw and sliding on his bobbing adam apple every time he gulps; his black undershirt is sticking to his string chest; his tattooed neck is stretched to the side as he can barely keep his head up due to how good you're making him feel.

He's a masterpiece and he's all yours.

"Baby... Y-You're taking it so fucking deep– oh fuck!"

It wouldn't take long for you to bob your head according to his liking when his calloused hand touches your cheek and smoothly runs up through your hair, gripping it slightly so it won't cover your eyes.

The burn in your throat might be becoming unbearable but having your man scream your name endlessly is what keeps you up: his whole attention is on you, you're the only one he's thinking about, you're the only one he's feeling.

You can feel him throb against the walls of your mouth, his veins pulsating underneath your skilled tongue: you take him out with a slurping sound and begin to fist his cock, squeezing the tip and gripping the base, fiddling with his balls, wanting to coo at him as a last push. Your sugar-coated sweet-nothings are the most sincere as you look into his eyes with heart-shaped ones almost: good boy, I love you, baby, this is all for you.

After a dark time that day, he's finally seeing stars.

Mikey's orbs shine with the tears that roll down his burning cheeks, his voice is desperate and whiny, unable to keep up with the pace you're setting just for him.

Wet, squelching sounds that echo through his ears along with your praises are like a melody and when his hand comes on top of yours as you keep on moving it fast, you know you've done the trick.

"Ah– oh, shit! B-baby, I- I'm- I- please".

As you kiss lovingly his inner thigh which is decorated with every shade of red because of the blooming love marks you gave him, he feels a shock of electricity run down his spine.

As a blissed cry of your name booms out of his chest, his eyes scrunch shut and his head gets thrown back, you're already there to put your mouth on his throbbing tip and keep his love seed into your mouth, safe and sound.

He takes a while to calm down, but when he does he doesn't hesitate to get you on his lap and hug you close, whispering with a heavy breath how much he loves you, how grateful he is for having you by his side and an endless string of thank you.

You're both dripping in sweat, fuming due to the heated act you had so the sudden thin, delicate breeze that comes in from the bathroom door makes you sigh contently.

Manjiro's the one to speak first "I guess we need to shower again", he chuckles... His genuine laugh makes your lips curl into a fond smile as you take his hand in yours and kiss his knuckles gently.

"I'll do it with you so I'll keep the bad thoughts away this time".

He loved the sound of that.

I'm experimenting with new kinds of writing so I don't know how I feel about this drabble: it was simply living in my head rent-free–

I hope you enjoyed reading this drabble!

English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes!

Sending y'all hugs. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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[zenzenlovestoread]

HELLO ARIIII🤭 could i maybe have first times with kakucho? it doesnt have to be virginity loss, it can be just your first time together but i leave the choice to you🫶 maybe have him a bit on the more vulnerable side/insecure side at first?

-> you’re new to this, aren’t you? | 2,001 words. afab!reader, vulnerable!kakucho, slight angst/hurt + comfort vibes, cunnilingus (reader!receiving), fingering (reader!receiving), reader teaches kakucho how to eat (their) pussy basically, reader calls kakucho "baby, kakucho calls reader "pretty baby", haitani slander bc i can never leave ran and rindou alone ever lmfao

a/n: snow u know i love a good vulnerable big man concept <3 i hope i did this well for u!! i know i like to write kakucho as being experienced but having you be his first real relationship and wanting to teach him is so sexy of him :( god i wanna suck the skin off him jfc

“You’re new to this, aren’t you?”

You feel Kakucho’s breath still in his chest, his hands freezing on your skin. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, but his white teeth flash as he gnaws at his bottom lip. He doesn’t have to say it, but you can sense what he means. I am new to this. Nobody’s ever wanted me like this before.

It stings in your chest, the realization, and you reach up to cup his cheeks, brushing your thumb across the scar winding along the side of his face. He flinches, but you don’t stop.

“Hey. Talk to me.”

His breath is ragged when he finally sucks oxygen in, and he looks at you pointedly, hands firm on your chest, grasping your breasts tightly as if they’ll keep him from floating away. As if they’ll keep him grounded with whatever he’s about to say.

“S-Sorry, I—”

“Don’t apologize, Kaku. It’s okay, baby.”

Another ragged breath. “Thank you. I-I am new to this, just…I’ve done things before but not with someone who- someone who loves me like you love me and I’m…I’m scared of fucking up.”

His voice grows smaller and quieter as he continues on with his confession, and he moves away from you, attempting to cover his face with his hands, leaving you cold from the sudden loss of body heat. You follow him, though, connected to him like a magnet as you grasp his hands, moving them away from his face. There’s a rage within you, aggressively boiling up as his words sink in.

You and Kakucho were relatively new to the whole sex thing. YOu’d had plenty of partners before, and Kakucho had not; there wasn’t exactly a lot of time to get down and dirty when you’re in a gang; although the Haitanis seemed to disprove that statement, but then again, it’s also the Haitanis.

You’d suggested it today, when you were feeling a little frisky, and he’d approached you gently, removing your shirt and bra expertly, but in actually doing anything beyond kissing, he seemed to fumble and be very insecure about his movements. It almost felt like someone had scolded him into telling him he didn’t do anything right; which wasn’t true, he did know what he was doing on a basic level, but he just needed some fine-tuning.

It makes you angry to know there was someone, or multiple someones, who used the man sitting before you; not teaching him how to pleasure someone properly, or not caring about him enough to bother. Or, even worse, not being intimate with him in a way where he had a chance to gain experience in the first place. The man who’d do anything for you, who makes you dinner on a rough day, who covers the chores when all you want to do is rot in bed all day, who is always there to dry your tears and hold you.

You’d do the same for him, of course. That’s what you’re doing now as you drag him into your embrace, pressing his face into your chest. He takes a deep breath again, and you feel something wet against your skin. You can tell he’s crying; you coo at him, running your nails along his buzz cut, pressing kisses against his temple and scalp and anywhere you can reach as you lay back down, refusing to let him go and run off and isolate himself.

“It’s okay, I promise it’s okay,” you repeat over and over, like a mantra in his ear as he silently cries, tears dripping onto your bare chest and sliding down your sternum.

“A-Are you sure?”

You stiffen, digging your nails into his scalp. “Yes. Why would I have said that if I didn’t mean it?”

“Well, other people have—”

You push his head up, cupping his face again so he can look directly at you again. Your eyebrows are furrowed, that anger still bubbling underneath your skin as you stare into him, the glassy red-and-white stare of the man you love so much the only thing stopping you from not leaving right now and finding the addresses of all the people who have slighted him.

He didn’t deserve that, as much as he thinks he does.

“You didn’t deserve that, Kakucho.”

At the mention of his full name, he flinches again, but it’s not out of fear. It’s out of surprise, like he’s shocked you care this much about him, but he nods. He clearly expects you to stop, but your hands are firm against his face as you keep going.

“You didn’t deserve that at all. I love you, okay?” you say, your voice rising slightly in volume, firm and rock solid, giving him something he can cling onto, “I love you so much, and I want this with you, and I want to help you. I want to teach you. I want you, all of you, and I don’t care if you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. I’m happy to show you how to do all this, I promise. It’s never a problem.”

You can see another wave of tears rising in his eyes as you speak to him, your words weaving themselves into his brain, imprinting on it. It’ll take him a lot longer to gain that confidence back, of course, but this is a start. The tears are no longer saddening tears; they’re happy, relieved as he pulls you into a tight hug, holding onto you like you’ll slip away.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispers shakily into your ear, and you can’t help but giggle at him, rubbing his bare back with your fingers. “Of course, Kaku,” you whisper back, “of course.”

Then, you drag your nails across his back instead, and he lets out a full-body shudder and a growl into your ear. “Fuck, do that again,” he says, his voice low, and as you do, he makes another groaning noise and pushes you back onto the bed, wiping away his tears.

“Fuck, okay, fuck, you’re perfect.”

He breathes it like a prayer as he dives back onto your chest, swirling a nipple around in his mouth, but not exactly correct. It’s a little sloppy, not the level you need him at, and you tap him on the head. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, and you have to collect yourself so you don’t just babble nonsense to him.

“Swirl it like you’re licking a lollipop.”

He swirls his tongue just as you say, and your hips jerk into his own, the motion just right.

Perfect, even.

“God, you pick up on things quickly, huh?” you tease as he moves to the other nipple, your sentence cutting off in a moan as he does the same to the other nipple. You can feel his lips moving into a smirk against you as he breathes against the hardened nipple, gently sucking on it.

“What can I say? I learn fast.”

He makes his way down, his thumbs hooking into your pants and underwear as he pulls them off in one go, and his hot breath against your dripping center has you whining for him, your hips twitching at the feeling of his tongue against you. You need it, you need it so badly—

His tongue takes one long, slow lick from your hole to your clit, flicking against the nub, but it’s not quite where you want it to be. You let him do it again, before you grip his head and tap him, causing him to look up at you in question. His cheeks are bright red with blush, like a puppy. If he’d had a tail, you’d imagine it’d be wagging while he waits for you.

You take a deep breath. “Stick your tongue out.”

He complies, and you push his head against you, allowing the wet tip of his tongue to traverse your lips and crevices, until they land on the one spot that makes you see stars. You jerk up into his mouth when his tongue skirts across it, and it’s like you’re beaming the message into his brain, because he doubles down on that specific spot, swirling across it like he did with your nipples.

Holy shit.

“Do it in a figure eight,” you stammer out, using your finger to draw a figure eight in the air. He blinks at you, before nodding and trying it, and fuck, you could’ve cum right there watching him comply so innocently with your commands. Seeing him so pliant beneath you, learning what gets you off, was such a hot circumstance to be in that the room felt like it’d been raised a few degrees. The coil in your stomach is hot, tight and warm, and—

Suddenly, he stops, and he moves away to look up at you.

“Am I good?”

You stare at him incredulously. “What?”

He repeats the question, his hands gripping the fat of your hips so tightly that it might bruise.

It felt good.

You blink at him. “I—yes, but—”

He smirks at you, although the embarrassment is still strong in his eyes as he dives back into you. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good, baby,” he mumbles against you as he takes up his movements again in a faster motion, and you let out a loud moan, nodding. “You’re so good, Kaku, so good for me—”

He murmurs against you. “Can I…can I finger you?”

You laugh at the innocence of the statement, before nodding aggressively as his tongue flicks against you again. “Yes, God, yes,” you breathe, and one of his thick fingers slides in only a beat later. It’s getting more difficult to concentrate on teaching him how to do this, mainly because he is taking to how to pleasure you like a fish to water. It’s insane how fast he’s learning the spots that make you squirm; he’s perceptive, you knew that already, but this is another level. It’s like he’s turned all of his senses up to eleven to detect even the slightest discomfort.

“Up a little bit.”

“There?”

“To the side.”

“How about there?”

“Can you curl your—oh, shit—”

Not only does he add another finger, but he curls his fingers against that spongey spot inside of you and that does it. “Fuck, Kaku, ‘m gonna—”

“You’re gonna cum for me, pretty baby?”

“Fuck!”

At the pet name, the dam bursts, and you cream all over his fingers, shaking and sputtering against him. His mouth is on you in a second, licking and sucking up all of your wetness that dribbles out of you. He doesn’t stop, unknowingly about to fuck you into overstimulation as you cry out, twitching against him as he curls and scissors his fingers inside of you. It’s hitting all the sensitive areas inside of you, and by the time you finally come down and his fingers slide out, his chin is wet with your essence, looking up at you with a reddened face.

“Did I do good?” he whispers, and you pull him up, your gaze softened with the post-climax daze. You pull him close, tucking him underneath your chin, and sighing.

“Yeah, you did good. Great. High marks across the board.”

His chest rumbles with a laugh as he moves to tuck you into his own chest, letting you melt against him, his large hands skating across your back. “Thank you,” he breathes, and you look up at him with a smile, before pressing a kiss to his lips. “Of course, baby,” you respond, and his face gets even more red, bashfulness flooding his eyes.

“Can I ask you something?”

You cock your head. “Yeah?”

He looks away from you, as if weighing the consequences of his request he’s about to ask. When he does, heat floods down to your core, turning you on again so fast that you see stars.

“Can I…do that again?”

You giggle against him.

“Of course. Call it an assessment of your skills you’ve learned so far.”

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[zenzenlovestoread]

❥ Mikey x Reader Interest Check

I keep seeing posts wondering if the fandom is dead, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask: Would anybody be interested in reading a long-form fic which involves Mikey and a reader who beats him in a fight, earning his infatuation? Details Below:

✿ Reader would be Gender Neutral, with the only real defining features being your apparel, specifically a sunflower accessory you wear all of the time, earning you the nickname "Sunflower."

✿ You would be the youngest sibling of a famous former delinquent (unaffiliated) from Shinichiro's era, who taught you the art of martial arts and bike repair, but encouraged you to stay away from the gang scene. Thus, your skills are used mostly to be the most effective part time delivery cutie the neighborhood has ever seen.

✿ When some punks claiming to ride under Toman (ie; liars) start terrorizing the shops you work for, you kick absolute ass. Rumors spread about this incident which lead all the way back to the actual low level members of Toman, who also get their asses kicked when they attempt to prove a point. Obviously, Mikey gets curious.

✿ You don't exactly kick his ass, but you do give him a run for his money, and he just has to know everything about you now. Soon, he's waiting outside of your classroom to see you and sending Draken to order deliveries from the shops you work for to see your pretty face.

✿ To cut a long story short; this would be a story about Mikey following you around like an infatuated puppy, and how you accidently become one of the most beloved leaders of a gang you were specifically told to not associate with-

[zenzenlovestoread]

yandere sanzu- “i did this for you”

“I did this for you.”

fallout!au

haruchiyo sanzu x reader

cw: 18+!! MDNI!! yandere themes, murder, violence, blood, graphic death, dismemberment, slight profanity, drinking mention

wc: 3.6k

note: for those who don't know, fallout is a video game series set in the post-apocalyptic world after a nuclear war. sanzu in this is based off of the character Pickman in fallout 4. this one is kinda self indulgent bc i love fallout sm, but i thought this would make a neat fic!

The wasteland was harsh and unforgiving. Kindness was few and far between, so you took it when you could get it. Even then, you could never be too cautious. At the end of the day, everyone is only looking out for themselves, hoping to make it to the next day.

You tried not to blame anyone, knowing that you too understood the drive to survive, no matter the cost. But, you weren’t so far gone, willing to attack whoever. Loyalty was rare, but it was important. In a world where you could be killed at any given moment, it was something you constantly sought after.

“I hate ‘em.”

The pink haired man beside you perked up at your voice. “Who?” He followed your gaze, realizing the subject of your bitter tone was a small band of Raiders running around off in the distance. Too far for any real danger, but too close to get comfortable. “Ah… you wanna take care of them?”

You shook your head, “Not now. I still have to make a run for supplies for tomorrow. Don’t wanna waste my bullets just yet.” You kept your glare on them a minute more before turning away. Sanzu didn’t need to hear you say it to know you were disappointed, that you so badly wanted to get rid of those wastes of space. He understood the feeling all too well.

“Besides,” your voice ripped him out of his thoughts, “it seems like someone else has been taking care of them lately.” You weren’t looking at him, eyes focused on the knife you began to polish. The one that Sanzu had given you not long after the two of you met.

It had been by chance that he saw you killing off the last of a group of Raiders who had surely been plotting to loot his house while he had been away for the day. His first meeting of you was when you were sweaty, panting, and speckled with blood. As beautiful as you always looked, Sanzu thought that was how you looked best. And while you were no beast of the wastes, your clear desire to get rid of the thieves that plagued the country immediately drew him to you. He didn’t need to tell you that that day, that moment was when he decided he would follow you wherever.

And now, the two of you had been entangled with one another for a long enough time that Sanzu isn’t quite sure what he did before you came into his life, if it even mattered like it does now.

“Someone else, huh? That bother you? That they’re being taken out?”

“Ha! Can’t ever say that I’ve cried over a group of Raiders,” a small smile graced your face, as if the thought was some funny inside joke. “With all the needless pillaging and killing that they do, I doubt they’ll be missed much. At least by a majority of the wasteland.” You leaned back against the crumbling wall, letting the evening sun hit your face. “It’s nice to know that there’s someone else out there who’s tired of living in fear of when the next band of Raiders shows up to fuck everything up. I can’t be the only one doing something about this problem, you know?”

Sanzu just hummed in response.

The next morning, you woke up alone; the only trace that Sanzu had been there was a little note that he left beside you, informing you that he’ll be heading back home early.

Come by my place when you get your supplies. I’ll have a special treat just for you.

You couldn’t help but smile at the note, the rare feeling of excitement creeping up on you. There wasn’t much to look forward to in a world so destroyed, with the only guarantee pretty much being a brutal death. Would it be ghouls? Raiders? Succumbing to the toxic elements? Hell, even chems, which are people's means to escape, could be what does one in. Either way, the only surprise around was usually how you die. But… a supposed special treat promised by one of the only people you care about? That was certainly motivating.

The trek for supplies was going to be about two days, at least if it goes smoothly. And you weren’t even sure how long you’d stay around to browse the market. It’d be a while before you would be able to see Sanzu again, but you could be patient.

“How much for this one?” You pointed at a pistol right behind the vendor.

“Hmmm… 200 caps.”

“200? Seriously? There’s no way it's worth more than 100!” You were tired of haggling with these people. Your usual favorite vendors were nowhere to be found, leaving you to deal with some fresh faces who clearly thought they could squeeze some extra caps out of you. They clearly didn’t know you weren’t the one to be dealing with, being just as stubborn and as pushy as they could be.

“200. Take it or leave it.”

“Whatever. I don’t need it that much.” Turning to leave, a shine in the corner caught your eye. You nearly ignored it, wanting to just ditch the vendor completely, but your curiosity won out. Looking over, it was a sword, probably in the best condition you’ve ever seen one to be in. The few others you’d come across were near unusable, and ugly at that. But this one looked too clean, as if untouched by the dirt world surrounding it.

As nice as it looked, swords would never be your style; nothing that forced you to be in close combat with anyone or anything appealed to you, as you opted for ranged weapons. Made things safer and impersonal, which came in handy when dealing with human opponents. But this sword didn’t catch your eye for you. The pink haired man that you’d come to know so well had expressed his wishes, albeit briefly, to own such a thing. As the one person you could confidently say was loyal to you, the least you could do for him is gift him something that he would like.

You didn’t want to let this vendor win, but your desire for that sword triumphed over your pride and pettiness. Begrudgingly, you spoke up, “How much for that sword?”

“That old thing? Not sure how much use it would be for you over that pistol…”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes in order to keep from potentially falling into bad terms with the vendor. “The price, please? Useful or not, I want it.”

The vendor thought for a moment. “You talkin’ about that pistol not being worth more than 100 caps… this—” he picked up the sword to put on the table in front of him, “isn’t more than that. So what do you say? 100 for it?”

You gave no answer, digging through your pouch of caps before tossing them down. The vendor counted them all, nodding his head as he finished signaling the go ahead to take the sword and leave.

With the sun already setting, you figured there was no reason to hang around in the market any longer. You’d gotten everything you needed to, though it had been too much of a challenge for your liking, too many people thinking that they could upcharge basic items. Persuading them had worked in your favor, but it would’ve been nicer to just buy what you needed without having to talk the price down each time.

As you headed back to the building that housed the room you rented for the night, you saw a blinking sign pointing to a door that would’ve otherwise looked inconspicuous. Most of the lights for the shop's sign were out, but it was just enough for you to tell that it was a bar. Deciding that a drink will do you good after a tiresome day, you headed in.

The place was bustling with more people in one area than you had seen in a long time. Somewhere, an old record played just loud enough for you to know that there was music, but too quiet for you to make out anything over the crowds loud talking. Zeroing in on an empty seat at the bar, you went up to order.

The sword was sheathed at your hip, surprisingly not as heavy as you expected, but still wouldn’t be something that you would choose to carry. You hardly paid any mind to the world around you, including the drink that sat in front of you, as you thought about Sanzu once again. How would he take it? Having you present him with such a thing… would he find it weird that you could recall his fascination with such objects? Such thoughts swirled in your head, until your brain caught on to a nearby conversation.

“All of them dead? How could that happen?”

“No idea. All I know is that those Raider camps were left with nothing behind, but death and decay. Body parts missing…”

“Probably some feral ghouls got ‘em… maybe even mole rats.”

“You think mole rats could take out packs of raiders? Really?”

The other man shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Dunno. Maybe they killed each other. You know how little logic runs through groups like that.”

“That doesn’t explain the body parts missing…”

Apparently you hadn’t been the only one listening in; you watched as the bartender made her way over to the pair. “You talkin’ ‘bout those Raider deaths that been happenin’ lately? Heard there’s someone choppin’ ‘em up real good. Apparently one of ‘em escaped and has been spreadin’ ‘round that there’s a crazed killer out and about… better watch out.”

“If they’re only killing Raiders, I think I’ll be safe.”

The other man looked near ready to pass out. “Not sure I wanna travel anymore… if there’s a murderer on the loose.”

His companion rolled his eyes, bringing a hard hand down on his shoulder. “You say that like damn near half the people you’ve met haven’t killed somebody… besides, sounds like they’re targeting Raiders, you should be fine.” He took a sip of his drink before adding, “From that specific killer at least.”

You thought back to your conversation with Sanzu. You had heard about an increase in Raider’s deaths, but for that news to have traveled as far as it did… maybe it was more serious than you had thought. You couldn’t help but share the one man’s concerns; sure, maybe this killer was only targeting Raiders, but who knows? They could be killing whoever, with Raiders just happening to get more attention. You didn’t know what was going on, but you could only hope that Sanzu would be alive and safe by the time you got back.

The trip home had you a little more on edge than you would’ve liked to admit, the stories of the killer getting to you. Luckily, nothing more than the occasional feral ghoul and botfly had bothered you, leaving your travels peaceful.

You were a bit surprised that you hadn’t come across any Raiders, but you wondered if that had anything to do with the recent killings. The news had been occupying most of your thoughts, that it wasn’t until you were home safe that you remembered Sanzu’s note. A nice surprise would surely get your mind off of things.

You unloaded the items you hauled back from your trip, only keeping the sword on you before rushing out the door. Sanzu’s place wasn’t far, just about halfway across town. While your first meeting had been outside of his house, you had never actually gone inside and he stayed often enough at your own house. The fact had never really crossed your mind, but now that you were heading over, the idea of finally being able to go inside and see what Sanzu kept around would be nice.

Coming up on it, you finally took it in. It was big, and although the exterior was grimy, clearly from all the wear over the years, you knew it must’ve been really beautiful before the bombs fell. You tried to picture it, the brick clean and the grass lush and bright green. You imagined Sanzu, dressed in his usual suits, except this one was fresh, free from any traces of ash and dirt, no tears or folds. And then, there was you beside him, smiling out on the lawn, your own fresh clothes on, your hair neat and styled. What would things have been like if you both were alive then? The circumstances that led the two of you together would’ve been much different. Would you have stuck together like now? Eventually marrying and starting a—

“You just gonna stand there all day? Come on!” The voice that you hadn’t realized you missed so much called out to you, pulling you from dangerous thoughts. No use thinking about things that would never, could never, happen.

You walked up, shooting him a smile. “Yeah, yeah.” As you approached him, the thought of bringing him into a hug crossed your mind, but you shook it away. “Oh… before I forget, I have something for you.” Reaching a hand behind your back, where you had strapped the sword to you, you pulled it out of its sheath and held it high above your head.

Sanzu said nothing as you slowly lowered it, but his face was in clear awe. He reached out to grab it slowly, hand brushing against yours as he took it. “Oh, darlin’... you really got me such a thing.” He ran his hands against the side of it, looking it over. “This is probably the second best gift I could get.” His words caused you to deflate a bit, but you tried not to show it.

“Second best? And what would the first be?”

Without missing a beat, Sanzu looked up from the sword to stare you right in the eyes. “You.”

You were sure the shock was clear across your face, and you could feel your heart speeding up. That had certainly been unexpected, but you couldn’t say you weren’t happy. With all the shit in the world, Sanzu really was like your own sweet talking prince. You never wanted to swell much on the idea of romance, but maybe, just maybe, you could give it a try if things got to that point.

“Don’t think I forgot about your gift. I’m sure you’ll love it,” Sanzu grabbed your wrist, tugging you inside the house. His home was neater than you expected, the inside clearly not suffering as much damage as the outside did. It seemed so normal… pre war normal, like you’d see in the rare magazine you’d come across, not the new normal like your own, with the occasional weapon thrown around. You were slipping back into your domestic fantasies when you were pulled to a stop in front of a brown door.

Sanzu turned to you. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to close your eyes for me. The surprise is in the basement, but I don’t want ya to get a peek at it too early.”

Had it been anyone else in the world, telling you that you’re going to be taken into their basement, eyes closed, you would’ve put a bullet in each knee and ran like hell. But, it was Sanzu, the man who stuck by you, likely having felt like he owed you his loyalty due to you saving him all that time ago. You could trust him, so you closed your eyes.

As soon as you took a step through the door, the air felt different. Damp. The steps creaked under you, and you gripped a bit tighter onto Sanzu, who in turn steadied you. “Don’t worry. I gotcha.” You hated the slowness of it all, eager to just see the surprise in store for you, but you didn’t dare to move any faster, afraid to slip and fall.

“And here we go, the last step. Keep those eyes closed.”

You stepped down, feeling a wetness under your foot that had you crinkling your nose. The smell down here was… wretched. You certainly weren’t expecting an old house, especially a basement, to be in tip top shape, but the smell was too strong. But, you said nothing, not wanting to offend Sanzu.

As you were led forward, a few more puddles of wetness covered your feet. Was the smell from old stagnant water? Maybe after your gift, you could give some pointers to Sanzu…

“Alright… go ‘head and open your eyes!”

You smiled real big, opening up your eyes, excited to see what he could possibly be giving you. Instead of any nice surprise, you had to take a moment to register what exactly was in front of you. A mass of red filled your mind first, before you could piece together what it was that you were staring at.

A mash of body parts sat upon stakes that were set up in ways that you could tell was supposed to look intentional. Artistic. There was an aesthetic being captured that you were not the audience for. The limbs were conjured up in the oddest ways, trying to form something that you would never have the eye to notice, too caught up on the horrid display of death. Behind that was a large red painting, with splashes of black and white to create what you're sure is supposed to be the intertwining of two bodies, caught in each other's embrace.

The rest of the basement was no better, with other stakes and limbs littering the room. It didn’t take much of a guess as to where the smell and wetness originated from. You didn’t even need to question who these people had been, the usual Raider gear being strewn around the room or even still on whatever detached body part it had covered.

“Well… whaddya think?” Sanzu walked up beside you, his huge grin unnerving you.

You stepped away from him. Did he truly expect you to sing him praises for this? It made you want to puke. “What sort of gift is this?” The disgust in your voice was all too obvious.

The smile that Sanzu had was quickly gone, as he instead looked confused. “Huh? Don’t ya like it? I know how much you hate Raiders, and you always talk about how the world would be safer without them roaming around. I know you work hard cleaning up the world... but ya just can't do it alone.”

His tone was too genuine, like he truly didn’t see an issue with going out and dismembering a bunch of people, no matter how bad they might be.

“No...no this… this isn’t right.” You shook your head, almost looking back to your ‘gift’ before quickly focusing your eyes back on the man in front of you. “Raiders are dangerous but… cutting someone up and putting them on display… what sorta sick shit is this, Sanzu?”

Sanzu’s eyes narrowed, furious at your rejection of his surprise. “I did this for you.” He took a step closer, making you take another back. “The least ya coulda done was give thanks.” His voice was strained, trying to hold back the anger he wanted to release at you. “You hate them as much as me, so don’t go actin’ like you have the high ground ‘cause we handle things differently.”

“A bullet in the head isn’t the same as torturing them and then sticking them up like some sort of decoration.”

“Since when do Raiders deserve our kindness? They certainly don’t give out mercy to those whose lives they ruin daily.”

The two of you stared one another down, both unmoving. Any sweet thoughts you had about him earlier were completely crushed, now that you know he's just another monster from the wasteland. You knew you had to think quickly in order to get out of the situation. The small gun at your hip was all but calling out to you, and as quick as you could, you whipped it out, aiming it straight at Sanzu.

Before you could even pull the trigger, the gun was hit out of your hands, flying into the air and across the room. You didn’t even see where it landed, attention being drawn back to the tip of the blade that now touched your chest. Sanzu’s grin had found his way back to his face as he stared at you with wide eyes.

“I knew this would be useful, just never imagined I’d have to use it on you… and so soon too!” The amusement in his voice bothered you, as you both knew that he had the upper hand. You silently cursed yourself for not bothering to get good at hand to hand combat, as now you’d have no way to overpower Sanzu, or even attempt to disarm him. “Now, are you gonna be good?”

Your silence was met with the blade pressing harder into your chest. “Go on and answer me.”

“Yes.” Another press that had you hissing forced out more, “I’ll- I’ll be good.”

Sanzu kept up his smile, giddy with the turn of events. “Good. I’d hoped you would’ve liked my art, but I guess there’s not much else I can do but get ya used to it.”

He moved the sword more to the side, and you thought he was going to put it away, but the sudden sting to your arm proved otherwise. The cut was small and shallow, but it stung nonetheless. He walked up to you and ran his thumb over the blood that began to come out.

Sanzu pulled his hand away, admiring how the red looked against his skin. “You can help me out. We’ll make wonderful creations together. That’ll be nice, huh? Just you and me, cleaning up this world. We’ll make it beautiful again.” He finally looked back up at you, bringing his hand up to your face, smearing your blood against your cheek.

“Ya know… I did always love to see you covered in red.”

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pls i need more yan south scenarios hes underrated 🙏

explored South's personality around his darling a bit more, hope this is alright anon! feel free to send in another ask if you have something more specific in mind!

Masterlist

South Fics: A Time Long Past | The Dawn that A New Day Brings

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South would definitely be one of the few yanderes who aren’t afraid to expose you to their violent side right from the start - you would have absolutely no question who you were dealing with. This boy has always been rather temperamental and prideful, growing up in a favela and being taught from a young age that violence equaled getting rewards and incentives only helped to stroke his temper and cruelty even further. The only way of life he had ever known is extreme brutality.

And he was still the same cutthroat man when you stumbled across him resting in a side alley, covered in blood. No doubt you were pretty horrified at the sight, not being very used to seeing that much blood on the external of one person, and of course you couldn't have known that it wasn't his blood that was splattered all over him. Which would lead to you starting to panic and offering to call him an ambulance, a normal reaction by any one with the tiniest ounce of sympathy (according to you), but this was all much to South's annoyance. He had already had a long day no matter how much he enjoyed beating others to an inch of their lives, he was tired and he was having a break.

A break that you so rudely interrupted. One very mean look and a loud “huh?!” was enough to have you fleeing in fear from the delinquent, but not before you left him a cold drink for any potential pain.

Yet after South had a chance the turn the situation over in his head after everything died down, the mere fact that you had dared to approach him - a very obvious fierce-looking foreigner with large tattoos (!!) down one side of his face - because you were concerned about him being covered in blood that you didn't even know was his. It was intriguing. And the more he thought about it, the more fascinated he became. Were you not scared of him? No, you definitely were, but then why approach him?

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You became a mystery that this delinquent couldn't stop thinking about, that he absolutely had to solve, and even if finding you was a right hassle because of how little South had to go on, he was determined to do it. You weren't really given an option to say no when you were dragged out of the canteen by your arm, and even the teachers were too frightened to stop South from straight up kidnapping you from your own school.

The first thing you could bring yourself to ask him wasn't where you were going or what he wanted with you; rather all you wanted to know was if he was feeling better from the previous day. And this tattooed delinquent couldn't help but burst into laughter. You were adorable - a certain innocence to the world that he hasn't experienced since he was but a babe. Sure you knew to be fearful of him, and that he was bad business to be around, yet that still didn't stop you from being concerned.

South decided on the spot that you would be his, though in what capacity he hasn't quite settled on. It would just be nice to have someone who would fawn over him, he supposes, someone who he didn't really have to worry about trying to overpower him.‎

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Even with all his upbringing and bloodthirsty personality, South still does remember the softness and love that he experienced briefly during his childhood from his mother, and that would be enough motivation for him to at least try and win you over without jumping straight to his tried and tested method. Rationalises this as not him going soft, but more so because you clearly were a very fragile person and wasn't built to take blows like he was. Tries his best to show you his good side, bringing you small gifts (mostly stolen from the other delinquents that he beat), taking you on walks and dates in the middle of the school day, attempting to get you to warm up to him.

Though this is not quite entirely out of a good heart, of course. This boy loves more than anything to eat home-cooked meals, and it doesn't quite matter if you can or want to cook - you will be learning how to and you will be cooking for him. Would rather you do it because you wanted to for him (because a hearty meal would come out of willingness and not force, South believes).

South doesn't bother hiding his gang affiliations, his time in juvie or really anything from you; in fact, he is quite proud of his past, doesn't see anything wrong. Drags you to fights so that you can watch him met out beatings right and left, and you were always there at meetings, sitting not far from South but usually doing your own thing, trying to ignore what is being discussed. Fortunately for his poor victims, you usually are able to stop before he kills anyone with his fists, but it's never a pretty sight.

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The upside is that if you comply and do find a friend in South, you always have someone watching your back. Never having to worry about your safety with South's shadow over you, you can be sure that this boy will always be there when you need him to be. The blond-haired boy is grateful for your food, and he'll be sure to repay that back in kindness towards you.

The downside: he has no qualms in lashing out at you the moment you step out of line. South does try his best to keep it verbal rather than physical; it's like him giving you a chance to correct yourself before he does, keeping in mind that you were a mere civilian. But that hasn't stopped him from following through if you don't and his short temper boils over. Nothing as extreme as a punch or a beatdown like what delinquents get from him, but even a twist of your arm or a slap is enough to shake you to your bones and cause severe pain.

You aren't allowed to run away from him even if you're shaking and crying, forced to stand there next to him tendering to your bruised arm or swelling cheek - he wants to see it all. The fear, the denial, the acceptance that there was no where to run to and that you belonged to him, and finally the submission that settles into your eyes. Of course he'll prefer if you didn't freeze in fear every time you noticed him in the corner of your eyes, but he rather not have to risk trying to find someone as amusing and adorable as you all over again.

You should have known better than to even approach him to begin with, after all.

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How be romantic with Sanzu Haruchiyo + NSFW

It took a while but it arrived. At the request of @stvr-light-23. I'll make an NSFW image of Ran later.

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Your yandere characters gmfu 😩😩 could I request a yandere Tokyo revengers reacting to their darling being kidnapped by a rival gang? And how they’d freak out and the lengths they’d go to get them back. Can be any character but i can see mikey hanma or Kisaki 🙈 thank you ❤️

thank you for the req nonchan!!! i picked mikey because he’s my fav whehehe

tw yandere, violence/gore, brief suicide mention

something is awfully wrong.

you weren’t waiting at the door like he texted you to two hours ago — that was the first clue. you weren’t in your bedroom getting ready, putting on his favourite lip balm like you said you were two hours ago, either — the second.

everything in the house is intact, silent, abandoned. no matter where he looks you’re gone, and it isn’t like you to leave unannounced. without a quick phone call or a voicemail, or a cute text letting him know that you’d be out — to which he’d reply with a ‘wait for me to get there, babe’. no, tonight something is awfully wrong and the longer the clock ticks by, the more his gut churns with a sickening feeling.

when he gets the phone call he’s only met with his worst fear coming true.

he reels; the line goes dead. before he can scream. before he can yell and demand to know where you are.

a single, monotonous tone bounces off the walls as the phone slips from his grasp and clatters on the floor. his hands are shaking, trembling. a million thoughts whizz through his head and the only thing keeping him standing is his arm slamming onto the table. his vision wobbles and morphs into incoherent shapes. the ground feels like a blackhole sucking him in.

how could this fucking happen?

how could he let this happen? why you of all people? where the fuck have they taken you? his girlfriend? his soulmate? his future? are you safe? alive? hurt?

dead?

the worst-case scenario starts to materialise in his brain, playing over and over again like a broken film — vivid scenes of your body bruised and bleeding out somewhere, alone, flood the forefront of his mind, and immediately after the shock wears off an indescribable panic creeps up on him. he never once thought of himself as a weak person, but those few seconds after hearing that you were abducted were enough for him to crumble into a heap of helplessness. what is he without you? without your kisses and your voice and your reassurances? nothing. he is fucking nothing and he’ll be damned if he let them get away with this.

everything feels like white noise at this point, a hazy blur as his fingers scramble to dial numbers, and he briefly contemplates shooting himself if something were to happen to you — if he didn’t make it in time. it doesn’t cross his mind that whoever doing this would benefit much more if you were taken as a live hostage, because, fuck, he isn’t taking any chances. he’s lost so many already, and you mean the fucking world to him, the world and the universe and then some — he can’t lose you too. he’ll die. he just can’t. he can’t he can’t he can’t

— and he won’t. he’ll find you.

he’ll find you even if it means he has to follow them to the fiery depths of hell. his eyes are blazing now. he’s pissed. there’s an anger he hasn’t felt in so long boiling in the pit of his bones. he thinks of your smile, the one you flashed him when you cuddled up to his side the other night, and already he misses you to death. and it only makes him want to maim those fuckers to a pulp for tearing you from him.

it takes a few calls here and there and the wait is agonising, and he’s had to stop himself from rushing in a few times for the sake of ensuring your safety, but eventually he does find you. shaking and tied up to a chair, but unhurt — and so he breathes an inward sigh of relief. and it’s not some big shot gang either. just some lowlife thugs who thought it’d be funny to mess with sano manjiro’s girl. they get what’s coming to them pretty quick; bunch of broken bones that’ll get piled into body bags by the morning. and a little extra for their leader because the guy had the nerve to call him weak for a ‘simple whore’. witnesses will only make the cleanup a hassle; mikey doesn’t leave anything unfinished.

if it’s for you, god, he’ll gladly become a murderer.

but as he frees you from the ropes, voice cracking when he tells you that you’re safe and he’s here to save you and no one will ever hurt you again (he’ll make sure of it), he’s scooping your form in his arms and holding you so tight that it hurts, tearing up and it’s almost like he was the kidnapped one. you watch as he falls apart, breath hitching in a half-sob, and he starts flooding you with a barrage of questions — are you hurt anywhere? what did they do to you? god, i was so fucking worried. should’ve stayed with you longer. i’m so sorry. should’ve made you come with me, god, i’m so fucking sorry —

he doesn’t let you out of his sight anymore after that. for a while he bristles and snarls at anyone getting close to you like he’s scared they’ll take you away, and you’re glad because the whole incident had you shaken up too. but sometimes you’ll catch him hiding the keys when you try to go out. when you confront him about it he gives some half-assed excuse, apologises, but it never feels genuine, as if he never means it — as if he wants to have you trapped in the house forever. (because he does. he wants to lock you up forever and throw away the key so no one will look at you ever again.)

any little time you have when he’s not breathing down your neck is promptly taken up by the few people he trusts to protect you. he’s tasted pure, unadulterated fear once and doesn’t intend on tasting it again. it was a slip-up, a momentary slip-up — he left you alone for a second and look what’s happened. like hell he’s gonna let the same thing happen again. if you want something, he’ll get it for you. just stay at home and wait for him, please, please just listen to him. it’s safer that way.

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Can people be kind to Ken Wakui?

He can’t live off of Tokyo Revengers forever, he’s gonna make a new project if he wants to.

I’m not saying you HAVE to support his new manga if you don’t want to tune in but don’t be so rude just because he’s not doing something TR related.

The Tokyo Revengers manga ENDED whether you like it or not. And we still have that TR spin off so we are STILL getting TR content in some way, you guys just don’t tune into it.

And who knows maybe after this spin off is over we may get another one🤷‍♀️ Overall, be PATIENT instead of being so disrespectful to Wakui. He’s a human being like all of us.

Be grateful for all he’s given us from the TR manga to the TR official arts and the exhibitions. I don’t care if you liked the ending or not, it doesn’t give you the right to be a straight up bitch and be mad disrespectful to Wakui just because he’s starting a new project. Be grateful for the good memories Tokyo Revengers gave us as a fandom instead of tainting it.

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Tokyo Revengers Characters' Search History. SFW.

@devilgirlnq 's version ♡.

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano:

Ken "Draken" Ryuguji:

Takashi Mitsuya:

Keisuke Baji:

Shinichiro Sano:

Shuji Hanma:

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Some TR fem!versions body hcs

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Master List!!

Nsfw=🔥 Sfw=☁️ Angst=🤧 Dark Content=🥀 Fluff=🌸

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

Virginity Loss W/ Mikey! 🌸🔥

OG timeline Mikey blurb🔥🌸

Mikey + Feminization…🌸🔥

Sanzu Haruchiyo

Getting high w/ Bonten Sanzu :(( ☁️

Breeding Kink w/ Sanzu! 🌸🔥

Virginity Loss w/ Sanzu <3 🌸🔥🤧

Kazutora Hanemiya

Yandere Tora + his biting obsession 🔥🥀

Rindou Haitani

Rindou w/ his cumslut gf! (Unfinished) 🔥🌸

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Cool we've got a clearer version now, so we can see more of the new character's!

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☀️Eclipse🌙

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I guess every Tokyo Revengers fan is really excited about Wakui's new manga "Negai no Astro"! Let's support Wakui as much as we can and talk about it as loudly as possible!

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Baji #862e5c + #4e1c28

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Sano Manjiro, the most frustrating man to have a crush on

You learnt that Mikey punched a guy who asked you out. Mikey refuses to explain why. Both of you are dumbasses.

Tags: fluff, stupid shit, getting together, friends to lovers, fem bodied reader, smut at the end, it's him just eating you out sjsns, slight Dom/sub undertones because I can't help myself

  Mikey was a dumbass. 

In every sense of the word, he was a short fucking dumbass with a deep melodic voice and great hair. The biggest dumbass in the world. You wanted to punch him in the face and kiss him at the same time. Genuinely, you couldn’t stand that man. In no way could you imagine him ever being a good boyfriend. He’d suck at it-----

“Oi, Sano Manjiro.” 

The man in question turned, face dead and eyebrow twitching. 

“What?”

“Did you beat up the guy? 

“I beat up a lot of guys.”

“The guy who asked me out.”

Mikey sat back with his palms on the ground and Toman jacket secured on his back. His hair had gotten long, a bit too long for his liking and he still hadn’t decided how to cut it. You’d already taken the liberty over the last few weeks to tie them in pigtails and braid them to your heart’s content. He’d just walk around like that without batting an eye. 

“Yeah, he went out with one hit. You could do better.”

“Do you know who you are? The fuck. That could have killed him.”

“He isn’t in the hospital or anything.”

You turned around, not being able to take a look at your friend anymore than you needed to. Everyone around you stared with either pity or annoyance. Sanzu, Emma and Ken-chin were utterly done with Mikey’s dumbassery and Chifuyu was done with yours. Baji and Kazutora were done with both of you. They just always choose the stupid people as friends. 

“You weren’t gonna say ‘yes’ were you?”

And you weren’t. The boy had very bravely confessed his feelings for you (unlike some people) and before you could even tell him your answer, he’d told you to think about it at least. You’d appreciated it and left at that, already planning on saying no. 

“Maybe I was, what’s it to you?”

“Oh my god,” Emma muttered out in agony. 

"Maybe you should nurse him back to health then." 

"Yeah I was already planning on it." 

No you were not.

You left with an emphasis on your steps, back straight and eyes hard because you were stubborn. You didn't care if Mikey won at being the most stubborn person in the block, you would beat him at his own game.

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"You know he likes you. He has for years. He knows you like him. Just fuck already." Chifuyu moaned out, having gotten over the shoujo vibes very quickly after seeing the slow burn drag out. 

"I dunno what you're talking about." 

You wanted to deny it. Not deny that you were in love with Mikey but deny he was in love with you. Because admitting it meant hoping for something to happen and false hope got you hurt. People got close, they saw you in your humanity and ran away. The only people you trusted not to leave were your friends, Mikey included. 

"Oh come on. I have given you a powerpoint presentation and a whole binder worth of evidence that Mikey likes you. I nearly got wiped out by Draken for taking one too many pictures." 

You snorted. Chifuyu being a romantic buffoon with an overeager imagination made it harder for you to accept it. But you did acknowledge, not with the binder full of pictures and 'receipts', that Mikey had a soft spot for you. 

You got close at 17, Mikey being an extroverted loud mouth and you being a shy but curious introvert. He took you on bike rides, talked to you while making eye contact, held your hand and pulled you next to him and you fed him bites of your food and let him sleep on your lap. 

But you wanted to argue that….Mikey was just friendly like that. 

It had been a few years before you noticed that Mikey rarely made eye contact with people while talking but always asked for your attention. You both were hopeless and were just waiting for the other one to confess. It was getting painful. 

Chifuyu's eyes shifting to the side made you alert because he wasn't good at acting. And when he got up and ran, you knew who came inside. 

"Hi, Captain! Bye, Captain!" 

Mikey sat in front of you, dark bottomless eyes staring into your soul. You looked back at him, still pissed that he punched a perfectly nice guy. He then eyed your sundae and you immediately pulled it closer to you. He needed to learn that actions had consequences and that you weren't weak for him.

  With a pout, Mikey placed his chin on his arms, splayed out on the table. It made you aware how broad he was, fingers nimble and boney and angular.

 Pretty. Always so pretty. 

"How's your boyfriend doing?" 

Your teeth clicked and with a roll of your eyes, you established that Mikey needed to get pushed off a cliff somewhere. 

"So you aren't gonna tell me?" 

"Tell you what?" Mikey drawled out, looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

"Why you punched an innocent dude."

"He pissed me off." 

"Why?" 

"Did you say yes?" 

"Answer me first." 

"I did." 

You glared, taking a petty bite of your ice cream in retaliation. Mikey glared back harder, only changing when he looked out the corner of his eyes. You were about to turn your head before he spoke up again. 

"It was an accident." 

Your snort was loud and unattractive, hiding your face to try and compose yourself. When you looked up,Mikey's face had softened. 

"I don't believe you." 

"It's the truth. Answer my question." 

You debated your options. Because maybe saying that 'yeah I want to date him' would be going too far considering it would be a lie. But admitting that you didn't meant even more probing questions. Like why you were annoyed at Mikey for punching someone you didn't wanna date.

"Why do you care?" You retaliated like a dumbass.

"You're pissing me off." 

"Good." 

There was another pause. Mikey's hand moving to steal your bowl. You swerve it away from him with no chance of winning with his reflexes and the limited space. So your hand went to grab his wrist. 

Your heart raced at immediate contact. You became all too aware of him. Aware of his delicate wrist, the muscle, the bone that jutted out, the blue veins against pale skin. You became aware of his reddened and bruised knuckles, his calluses and ripped cuticles. They were hands of a delinquent, that liked to grip things too tight and didn't mind rough surfaces and reveled in strenuous activity. They were big too, too big against your own hand and too rough for your soft skin. 

And they were warm, soaking into you to leave a lasting impression. 

Mikey let go of the bowl in favor of holding your arm, gentle and all encompassing. His thumb rubbed against your skin, causing goosebumps to form and a shiver to run down your spine. 

"I was fighting with Takemitchy. The dude got caught in the crossfire. My hand landed on his face by accident. I can show you Mitchy as proof. He still looks run down. Even I took a few hits." 

You saw. Saw the scratches on his face and the redness of his jaw. It made you want to chide him for not bandaging himself. But he always liked it when you did it. Your eyes couldn't meet his, staring at your fingers wrapped around his wrist and his thumb rubbing your skin. 

"You need to stop fighting in public settings." 

"It wasn't that bad. A tire or two got thrown around but that's about it." 

"Where did you--- not gonna ask." 

Mikey giggled, soft and gravelly. You were reminded that the years changed his voice in a way that was still his. There was a pause and you realised the question eating away at you wouldn't go away until you asked it. The secret you kept wouldn't help being hidden away. You were tired and just wanted him. 

"You know……I talked to the guy today. Went to meet him." 

Mikey's eyes instantly hardened, looking away with a click of his tongue. 

"Ah, did he tell you I knocked his brains out? You shouldn't date a liar." 

"No," you tried to keep your voice casual, "he told me that it hurt but you weren't even looking at him when it happened. He just got too close." 

"Then why did you ask---" 

"He apologised though, said he didn't know I had a boyfriend." 

Mikey’s lips tugged upwards, turning his head to the side so he could catch his composure. And you were ready to slap the shit out of him. 

“Huh, I don’t know what gave him that impression. We must look good together.”

“I feel like you saying ‘that’s for asking my girl out’ after you hit him might’ve done the trick.”

Mikey held his hands up in surrender, knees knocking against yours almost to tease. 

"I didn't hit him, I just repurposed the accident. Didn't want it to go to waste." 

"Manjiro." 

"What?"

"I'm not yours." 

"Since when?" 

"Since always!!" 

His eyebrows furrowed, leaning back with a huge frown like you'd just told him his house burnt down. 

"What the fuck?"

"You can't just make me yours without asking me first, asshat." 

"Everyone knows you're mine."

"I dont." 

Mikey took your hand, lips on the back of it as if it was a normal part of his day. But your breath hitched and you froze. Because oh---

"I found you first." 

Your palms slammed against the table.

"If you wanna kiss me so bad then do it on my mouth, you coward---"

And within the next second, Manjiro’s mouth crashed into yours. It nearly knocked you back, if it wasn’t for his hand at the back of your head, curling into your hair. You whimpered against him, his lips tugging into a satisfied smirk. 

Chifuyu had yelled out, “Fucking finally!!”

The sound of your lips parting away from each other was enough to make you want to lean back in. Your lips weren’t willing to move even an inch away from him. He tasted good. Like vanilla. And he had trouble keeping himself away from you as well, leaving chaste kisses on the corners of your mouth, fingers keeping your chin lifted up. 

A throat was cleared, your cheeks instantly burned with the realisation of where you were. Mikey glared at the waiter who just let him know that it was time to leave. And with fingers interlocked, Mikey pulled you away from the diner, sticking out his tongue to Ken-chin who sighed in relief and leaned against Emma.

You got on his bike without question, heart racing because oh god--

The door to his room slammed open and he barely paid attention to anything with his arm around you. You giggled as he lifted you up and swirled you inside with a flourish. Once the door was shut, his laughter was loud and warm as his lips crashed into you, hungry for more. And you let him lead you, combing your hand through his hair causing him to shiver. 

Mikey hugged you close, gentle in his touch and you let him swallow you whole and envelop you. When his tongue prodded against your lip, you parted them easily as if he didn’t even have to ask. And oh, he felt good.

 But Mikey will spend the rest of your lives telling you that you were the best feeling in the world. 

“Mine.” Manjiro murmured out, sucking on your lower lip so harshly that your whole body did a visceral shudder. 

You were breathing hard when you parted, eyes hazy but daring as you looked your best friend in the eye. 

“You still haven’t asked me, asshat.”

Manjiro growled, eyes narrowed and twitching. Your head and body threw itself back as you burst out laughing, feeling free because you knew Mikey’s arm would never let you fall. That led your neck to be exposed to the littering kisses Manjiro gave out of vengeance.

 You squealed as it tickled and felt your knees give out against the bed beneath you. He’d backed you up, without you noticing, like a predator cornering its prey for a meal well earned. 

You felt yourself sink into the soft mattress, hand reached out to tug his shirt down towards you. Manjiro just stared at you, eyes gleaming with an emotion you didn’t understand and a grin so wide you could see all his teeth. 

“Mine, in every timeline.” Mikey whispered. 

And your breath hitched, speaking out without a second thought. 

“Yours, in every universe.” 

Manjiro’s eyes watered and he finally enveloped you, body a welcomed weight as he kissed you in slow languid bliss. 

“Good baby,” he whispered and you whined out. 

You pawed at him, liking the praise a little too much. Manjiro’s kisses left a wet hot trail as he went from your chin to your cheek. A wet sound heard every time his lips disconnected from you. You let him have his way, feeling his hand pat the side of your head. 

You wanted to kiss him back but every time you tried, he clicked his tongue in disapproval and you just laid there as he poured his love into you. You had begun to tear up because Manjiro's love was overwhelming and it was for you.

Your eyes closed as his lips met your eyelids, tasting the salty tears and pulling back to inspect your face. You mewled at the lost contact, opening your eyes and pouting.

Oh, how dare he 

He hushed you, hand patting your head again, lips continuing their venture on your face. 

 Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist. And both of you became aware of the effect the intimacy had on you.

 Manjiro pressed into you, hips solid and confident. And you felt his bulge against your pussy, only his pants and your underwear in the way. it was enough to drive you insane. 

You yearned and yearned and begged with pretty fluttery eyes that had him breathless. 

“Yeah? You wan’ me, honey?”

And despite the embarrassment, you nodded with the biggest pout you could muster. And Manjiro melted just at that, ready to burn the world for you if you asked him to. In another timeline, he probably had. 

“Haven’t even been dating for a minute and you're already so needy.”

He didn’t even let you blubber out a complaint before your underwear was exposed to him. And you craved him so badly that your legs made space for only Manjiro. He appreciated it, boney fingers squeezing your hips before imprinting the memory of the wet patch into his mind. 

Oh you were so sweet. A type of pliable that was only given to those you trusted. 

“Not allowed to hide anything, okay?”

And with that, his nose traced the outline of your pussy, tongue peaking out for a taste that just wasn’t enough for you. Your thighs squished against his cheeks and he groaned, pressing his full mouth onto you. Your hips jutted upwards, a cry weak and wobbly escaping your lips. And with effort, you spoke.

“Stop teasing, jerk.”

The warmth was too much, you could feel him right there but the cotton was in the way. Despite your protest, he lapped you up out of greed. And your hands clutched onto his hair. 

“If there’s nothing between us, I won’t be sane.” You heard him say and it just made you needier. 

“Don’ want you to be. Please.”

And with that, his hand ripped your panties out of the way. Manjiro took a second to stare in awe at your pretty pussy. It was so wet, begging him to eat it out, practically drooling. Many thoughts went through his head.

How it would feel to be inside you, how warm it would be, if he could last long in the tightness? If he'd ever be able to survive without the taste of your pussy after this moment? If he gave your cunt a smack, would you like it?

Manjiro decided that keeping you waiting was the worst thing he could possibly do. 

Mikey was a lot more hungry than he thought he was. Your pussy was engulfed in his mouth.

 The direct contact was enough to make him moan. Your own got stuck in your throat, not realising how overwhelming it would be. When his tongue prodded inside, you let him guide your legs against your chest so that he could have more access. And then it plunged inside and you let out a warbled moan that felt too loud in your own ears. With a hand covering your mouth, you tried to suppress the little sounds tumbling out of you.

Manjiro’s middle finger tapped against the plush of your thigh and he pulled away with effort to say:

“No hiding. Be good.”

You cried out, flexing your fingers in his hair as he went back to the task at hand. And you let yourself voice out the feeling, soft “ah, ah, ah”s filling the air and causing you to tear up in embarrassment. 

“Wan’ to be-be good for you.”

“Mhmmm,” He answered with the vibration of his hum shooting through your pussy and into your back that arched almost painfully. 

The orgasm came out of nowhere, crashing into you the second Manjiro’s mouth wrapped around your clit and sucked. 

You didn’t even care how loud you were being, brain wiping out everything it had as your body arched and twitched. Manjiro only stopped lapping your cum when you flinched away, kissing your inner thigh before moving to you for a kiss. 

You let him inside your mouth easily, whimpering and pawing at his shoulder as you held him close. You shook in his embrace, muttering out weak and tiny ‘thank you’s that had him chuckling at you. 

“Did your Manjiro make you feel good, bubba?” 

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, kissing the corner of his lips in appreciation. 

[zenzenlovestoread]

about the NNN challenge

Could you do something Mikey? something like teasing him a lot and making fun of him, I think he wouldn't want to lose but at the end of the day everyone knows that Mikey is a brat.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT | MINORS DNI

NOVEMBER 20TH, 2023 - 4:30AM

NNN CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

okay, now depending on which manjiro sano we're talking about, his chances of winning and losing vary. but regardless of which mikey we're talking about, he still lost so it doesn't matter anyway.

manjiro had always been a stressed person, everyone knew that. he held the weight of the world on his shoulders alone, but you were always his lifeline when things got too much. some would say that mikey was a bit too reliant on you, but both you and mikey would beg to differ.

you were exactly what he needed. the drug that made him sane when his thoughts started to spiral. you kept him from doing things that he shouldn't, and always provided him with the peace and calmness that he needed after a long day.

despite how it may have looked, being the leader of a gang was no easy job. there were constant meetings and he always had to keep an eye over his shoulder because everyone wanted what he had. keeping everything in order became taxing every once in a while, and when his life started to feel like it was growing mundane, when his headspace started to slip just a bit, that's when he turned to you.

mikey didn't understand why you'd been silly enough to suggest playing the game in the first place, a curt "no" leaving him before going back to the work at hand. that didn't deter you though, pouting as you grabbed at his arms.

"c'mon, please?" you begged, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. mikey only sighed at you, not even bothering to turn his gaze as he continued working. ever stubborn, you leaned down until your head full of hair was covering the screen. the blonde was left with no other choice than to peer up at you, agitation clear in his face. "it'll be fun!"

he wasn't sure what your definition of fun was, but the way you looked so excitedly at him made him forget that this idea was a really stupid one.

but there was no one more stupid than him, for actually listening to you.

keeping himself at bay when you looked the way you did was hard enough, but when he added on the daily stresses of his job? he wasn't sure what you were expecting out of him honestly.

he wasn't sure what he was expecting out of you either, really.

if there was one thing about you, you were just as horny as manjiro was. you'd only done a day or two at most without climbing the man like a tree, so holding out during the challenge was going to be just as hard for you as it was for him.

that statement proved to be true when the end of the month started to approach, both you and manjiro growing more impatient by the day. it had gotten to the point where you were waking up with slick covering the inside of your thighs, desperate and needy for his attention. one particular day, a toman meeting that didn’t go as planned was his final straw.

you knew something had happened the moment your front door slammed roughly, your eyebrows furrowing as the sound of keys being thrown caught your attention. you were standing in the kitchen, slaving over the stove to distract yourself from the aching between your legs. before you could even call for him his figure was appearing in the doorway, legs taking long strides toward you.

his blonde hair was tousled, clearly due to one too many pass through’s with his fingers. his jaw was clenched, knuckles nearly white with his hands balled into little fists as he bum rushed you at the stove.

“hey mikey, what’s wron-mmph!”

you were barely able to get the words out before his lips were devouring yours, hands reaching for your lower back. a strangled moan slipped past you as your back touched the cold surface of the kitchen counter, fingers wrapping around the mans biceps. a heavy sigh escaped you when his lips started to pepper kisses down your neck, your body jerking with every touch.

“w-wait… ” you breathe, the throbbing between your legs leaving your mind fuzzy. your eyes made contact with the stove that was still heating up, waiting for the pot of noodles that you were planning on making before mikey had returned. “i was cooking…”

the man attached to you paused before turning his head, eyes making contact with the red light on the stove before turning back to you. truthfully, he hadn’t even noticed the meal prep that you’d done until just now, but it wasn’t going to stop him from getting what he wanted, so he came up with another idea.

“pay attention baby, or you’ll hurt yourself,” mikey cooed, grinning from behind you as he watched you struggle to keep your eyes open. your hands held onto the sides of the pot, grip tight as your cunt milked him dry. your stomach was tight as you tried to keep an eye on the boiling water, orgasm teetering on the edge.

curses slipped past your lips with every stroke, mikey’s cock hitting all the right spots that made you see stars. a quiet fuck from behind you sent your hips reeling backwards, yearning to hear more of his voice.

the food you were supposed to be making quickly disappeared from your mind as you fucked yourself back on him, whining as you forced him as deep as he could go.

mikey chuckled as you pouted slightly, a face you always made when you weren’t getting fucked the way you wanted to be. leaning forward, his lips pressed against your ear, voice low as he moved some of your hair out of the way. “you want it?”

you’d barely made out what was being said before you were nodding your head frantically, small pleas escaping you as you tried to find the release you were searching for. a hand around your jaw made your breath hitch, head turning to make eye contact with mikey. his expression was teasing, a smile painted across his face. “speak.”

your gaze glazed over, only the shell of a human who used to have dignity being left. your eyebrows furrowed together as you forced the words past your tongue. “yes sir, i want it.”

mikey couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed inside of you, eyes rolling at the fucked out expression you were making. you didn’t even have time to register what was happening before his hips were slamming against your ass, a rattled squeak slipping past you while your hands found purchase on the edge of the counter.

you could barely keep your cries of pleasure in check, your balance unsteady as a rough hand wrapped around your midriff. mikey applied pressure until you were nearly levitating, only the tips of your toes still being attached to the kitchen floor.

“mikey-!” your voice caught in your throat as he fucked you mercilessly, hips pounding into your ass as if his life depended on it. short moans escaped you, your legs quivering as you felt the knot in your stomach trying to give way. “fuck…fuck please i’m gonna come baby…”

a small laugh reverberated behind you, a warm hand reaching to squeeze one of your breast. “yeah? you know what to do princess,”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt a flick to your clit, back arching so hard you could feel the muscles straining. “please let me come! please i’m begging you…”

mikey hummed in faux contemplation, slowing his thrust for a split second before he was right back at it, hips angled in just the right spot while the pads of his fingers rubs circles into your sensitive bud. if it wasn’t a scream that left your mouth, it was as close as you could get to one.

spots started to form behind your eyelids, fingers gripping the counter as hard as you could. you felt the blonde behind you press against your back as your orgasm ran through you, his body heat only making your head spin more than it already was.

as your high started to come down his pace never slowed, a rough hand around the back of your neck making you realize that he’d been speaking to you the whole time.

“you here baby?” he teased, feeling his smile against the shell of your ear. “gonna let go of this stupid challenge now?”

you’ve never your head nodded so hard.