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miniimight · 1 year ago

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❝ I LIKE YOU... / I KNOW. ❞ your confession doesn't shock 'em one bit

with mikey, ran, rindou + very nervous!reader (toman timeline)

notes just a wholesome confession scene lol mikey's just as much as a nervous idiot as you are, ran is ... ran, and rindou is also an idiot . also i promise im working on requests i have like seven to work through sobs

it's not like it was hard.

he always felt your eyes on him: passing you in a hallway, in class (which he barely attended, but found himself showing up just to watch you suffer), randomly bumping into each other while out with friends... at first, he didn't care. he had a lot of attention going for him and he thought of you as another drop in the bucket.

but then he found himself paying attention to you.

when you weren't not-so-secretly pining over him, you were looking out the classroom window, a peaceful expression on your face that told him that you were about to fall asleep. or maybe you were with your friends, smiling widely as you exchanged snacks. or maybe you were giggling, your face on fire as your friends helped you craft some kind of candygram.

whatever he caught you doing, he found it endearing. and he couldn't escape it. but for reputation's sake, he tried to hide his adoration and amusement underneath his tough guy exterior. that quickly broke when you finally approached him.

your friends peeking from the hallway behind you both, you gently tapped his arm and your heart almost stopped functioning from nerves.

he cast an uninterested look over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. it was you. "hm?" internally, he was intrigued; he never thought you'd actually come up to him.

"i, uh..." you bit your lip, trying to shock yourself into calming down, but your heart still echoed in your chest.

"did you need something?"

"i'm sorry!" you exclaim suddenly, squeezing your eyes shut as you thrust the snack into his hand. "i like you!"

MIKEY

mikey's heart skipped a beat. "i know."

"uhm..." you whined softly, your body on fire. this was so embarrassing. "okay, bye!" you quickly spun around, hoping that he'd forget it the moment you disappeared around the corridor. he knew?! he KNEW? the fuck did that mean?? WHY DID YOU LEAVE SO FAST?

"wait," mikey's hand gripped your wrist. you squeaked and tried to pull away, but that only caused you to drift closer to him. his own face was dusted pink. "thanks for the snack."

you cast your eyes to the ground. "yeah, i know you're always eating it, so..."

mikey smiled, his grip softening into a delicate hold. he would never dream of giving up a chance to be with the one he'd been yearning for ever since he noticed your starry eyes on him. "wanna ride around with me?"

your eyes lit up and you sent a excited look to your friends. turning back to him as you both walked to his bike, you nervously asked, "so, you said you knew?" you asked, dreading the answer.

mikey smirked, his eyes lidded as he teased you. "yeah, s'not like you were good at hiding it."

"ugh, seriously?" you cringed, hiding your face in your hands. mikey's chuckle brought your eyes to peek over your fingers.

"it's okay, it was... cute." his voice grew quieter, like he was a little embarrassed to admit it.

you blinked at him before you truly processed his words, your heart bursting. "what?!"

mikey looked everywhere except you. "you—you heard what i said! just—come on." he grabbed your hand and ran over to his bike. his hand gripped the top of your head and you were so confused until he pulled a helmet out and slotted it over you. he clasped the buckle under your chin.

he stared at you for a moment before smiling with adoration. your face felt warm as butterflies filled your stomach.

"heh." he giggled, holding the sides of the helmet so that you couldn't hide your face from him. "cute."

as time went on, mikey wasn't so bashful when expressing his love for you.

RAN

he grinned. "ohhhh, i know." he dragged out his triumphant proclamation. "i know."

your face burned and you didn't know what to say to that. so, you bailed. "uh... okay? see you around!" you quickly turned. he knew? why'd he have to say it like that?

it took a moment to realize he was following you.

"so, where are we going?" he asked, tossing the snack package up in the air and catching it. "s'okay if it's far, i got a ride."

you stopped dead in your tracks, bewildered. "what?"

he cocked his head to the side, a calm smile on his face. "aren't we going out?"

you nearly screamed at the suggestion, not expecting this from him at all. "i—no??" you shoved your face into your hands. "i don't know!"

he laughed, captivated by how flustered you were. ran was a guy who liked to sweet talk and see his effect on others, and your reactions were just too good. "come on, i know you've been wanting some time alone with me for a while. you're not so secretive."

you groan and shy away from him. peeking from behind your hands, you meekly asked "was it that obvious?"

he grinned. "yeah. but all the better for me, right?" he put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side and leading you out the school. "knowing i got a pretty thing like you thinking about me all day."

you rolled your eyes, finally starting to come down from the high of your confession. "it wasn't all day."

ran smiled, so tempted to respond with well, that was the case for me, but he figured you'd probably faint. he'd save that for the next time.

RINDOU

"i know." he blurted out before he could think of something better to say. for all the bones he broke, rindou's resolve was weak. but he was good at faking it.

he could tell you were confused, not expecting his response.

you fidgeted with your fingers before you finally spoke up, your face burning. "uh... okay..?" how the hell is anyone supposed to respond to that.

rindou panicked internally, rubbing the back of his neck as he sighed. "are you free right now, or what?"

your eyes lit up as your downcast gaze snapped to look at him. "i am."

a smile cracked on rindou's face as he chuckled with amusement. "then, let me take you out."

"really?!" sure, it wasn't the most glamorous thing to say, but you couldn't help it. you were excited.

"yeah. i mean, you did buy me a snack, so." he held up the package proudly. "gotta return the favor, right? come on, i got a ride."

you tried to hide how triumphant you felt as you followed him diligently. he was awkward, not possessing the same level of finesse his older brother did. like, what does he say to you??

"so..." you started, taking the lead.

oh, thank god. he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"you said you knew?" you mumbled, making a point to avoid his stare. "was it obvious?"

he smirked. "yeah, it was very obvious." you winced, but he continued. "don't worry. it was interesting."

you twisted up your lips in a cringe. "interesting as in a good way, or...?"

rindou racked his brain. ran was always good at thinking on the spot—what would he say? his lips moved before he could stop them. "interesting as in i couldn't stop thinking about you."

you both stared at each other—rindou in absolute shock of what just left his lips and you, completely flustered. your heads whipped away from looking at each other, lips pressed in a tight line as a million different thoughts ran through them. rindou was sure he creeped you out, but then he heard you giggle.

he looked back at you, reading every inch of your expression. you smiled softly. "that was so cheesy."

you kept on laughing to yourself, somehow enamored by his stupid line and he knew he was flying off the deep end.

#tokrev #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #ran x reader #rindou x reader #mikey fluff #ran haitani #rindou haitani #ran imagines #mikey imagines #rindou imagines #bonten #tenjiku #toman #kanto manji gang

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kokoch4n3l · 7 months ago

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˗ˏˋ art deco ࿐ྂ "you're not mean, you're just born to be seen"

summary: kokonoi hajime unwillingly has front-row seats to sano "mikey" manjiro's descent into darkness and now he unknowingly watches the start of a new obsession with something a lot prettier that owns one too many mini skirts

pairing(s): kanto!mikey x f!reader

notes: told through koko's eyes and the beginning of yandere!mikey and pre-bonten. heart divider by cafekitsune

warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of weapons, mentions of murder, implied mental health issues, slight bimbo!reader, suggestive themes, mentioned voyeurism, obsession, future yandere(?), not edited we die like my potential

word count: 1690

Sano “Mikey” Manjiro was no longer the man he used to be. Perhaps after killing a bunch of people, part of him had gone numb. Or maybe most of him. He doesn’t feel the same way anymore and it’s clear to everyone around him. His black Toman jacket had been long changed to white and he’s got an appointment with a tattoo artist soon. Kokonoi wonders when it will be his turn to get tattooed next. He wonders when the matching jackets will be changed to suits and their flimsy pipes and bats will be replaced with guns. Kokonoi isn’t sure if he’s looking forward to it or not. Many things have changed quickly and so has Mikey.

Kokonoi Hajime accidentally got front-row seats to Sano “Mikey” Manjiro’s plunge into darkness and it’s not something very fun to watch especially since nothing he does can get the latter out of it. It was almost like Mikey wanted to burn. Like he enjoyed it. Kokonoi Hajime glanced up from his laptop, the soft glow of the screen illuminating his tired eyes. The rain outside pelted the floor-to-ceiling windows, a rhythmic drumming that filled the otherwise silent penthouse. Mikey stood motionless, staring out into the storm as if it held answers to the questions he never voiced. Kokonoi had grown used to this silence, the heavy, unspoken tension that seemed to hang over them like a dark cloud. “Mikey— Oh hi Koko!”

Maybe the only thing stopping Mikey from fully going crazy was you and your damn mini-skirt. You twirl into the room with that infectious energy of yours, your sneakers tapping against the marble floor. The rain pattering against the windows is almost drowned out by your cheerful presence. You greet Kokonoi with a bright smile, your eyes sparkling with a naivety that seems out of place in the world of the Kanto Manji Gang— in Sano “Mikey” Manjiro’s world. “Hi Koko!” you repeat, a playful lilt in your voice

Kokonoi can’t help but crack a small smile at your enthusiasm, the glitter in the inner corners of your eyes shining under the artificial light. You always manage to bring a bit of light into these dark times, even if you don’t fully understand the shadows lurking around you. Mikey, however, doesn’t move. His gaze remains fixed on the storm outside, his reflection a ghostly figure in the glass. Kokonoi watches him, the unease gnawing at him. Mikey's transformation from the once lively, mischievous leader of Tokyo Manji Gang to this silent, brooding figure of Kanto Manji Gang is unsettling. You flounce over to Mikey, your hips swaying with each step. You wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek against his back. “Mikey, come on. You promised we’d watch a movie tonight” you whine, trying to coax him away from the window, glossy lips shifting into a pout

Mikey finally shifts, his shoulders relaxing slightly at your touch. He turns around, and for a moment, Kokonoi catches a glimpse of the old Mikey in the way his dark eyes soften when he looks at you. “Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” he says, his voice a low rumble.

Honestly speaking, in Kokonoi’s opinion, you were kind of a bimbo— in some sense that is. You were top of your class with the goal of getting into law school but here you were in a damn mini skirt, your bruised knees knocking against Sano Manjiro who is a literal fucking criminal. Maybe you have one of those weird fantasies of representing your criminal boyfriend in court. The problem with that though is you and Manjiro weren’t together. You were just a pretty distraction, someone who brought a flicker of life into Mikey’s darkened world, a role you played with such unknowing perfection that even Kokonoi found it admirable. The darkness that enveloped Mikey was thick, suffocating, but you… you seemed to be the only one who could penetrate it, if only slightly with your stupid mini skirt that hugged your hips and thighs so well. “Not feeling it?” You ask him innocently, the tips of your white sneakers knocking against his boots

Maybe you were a little stupid but other than academic smarts, you were emotionally smart too. You didn’t realize just who you were hanging around and what the penthouse you waltzed into was but you knew when Sano “Mikey” Manjiro wasn’t feeling well. Kokonoi admires that because he as well as the other top members of Kanto Manji Gang were yet to figure out Mikey’s emotions. “Not really” Mikey says, his fingers curl around your hip in an almost possessive manner, pulling you closer to him.

Kokonoi watches the exchange, feeling a pang of jealousy mixed with something he can't quite place. Maybe it's envy at your ability to reach Mikey in a way he can't, or perhaps it's frustration at Mikey's apparent detachment from everyone else. Kokonoi watches you wrap your arms around Mikey’s neck. The contrast between Mikey’s brooding presence and your bubbly aura is almost comical, like a scene from a twisted romantic comedy. Kokonoi can’t help but shake his head at the irony of it all. “What’s wrong, Mikey?” you ask softly, your voice laced with genuine worry.

Mikey’s gaze softens as he looks down at you, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

Kokonoi watches the exchange, feeling a twinge of envy mixed with a hint of admiration. Despite everything, Mikey still had the ability to care for someone, even if it was in his own twisted way. You pout slightly, not satisfied with his vague answer. “But I do worry about you, Mikey. You know that,” you insist, your well-manicured fingers intertwining with his bruised fingers.

A small, almost invisible smile tugs at the corners of Mikey’s lips. “I know, babe. And I appreciate it” he says, sincerity ringing in his voice.

He leans down to press a lingering kiss to your lips, a silent promise of reassurance. Kokonoi can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the intimacy between you and Mikey. It’s not that he harbours any romantic feelings for Mikey himself, but rather he envies the connection you two share, a connection that seems to elude him in this world of darkness and violence. As you pull away from the kiss, a bright smile graces your lips once more. Your lip gloss is now transferred onto Mikey’s lips and he doesn’t seem to mind as he licks up the artificial taste, his eyes never leaving yours as he does. It was weird though— You and Mikey weren’t dating but you still kissed and cuddled and did other things like normal couples did. Mikey called you sweetheart, babe, baby, doll, angel and any other sweet endearment his tainted mind could think of but you both weren’t dating. You both aren’t dating but Kokonoi knows the bruises on your knees are from when Mikey’s got you on the floor between his legs and the scratches on Mikey’s back are from you being pinned beneath him. “I’ve been a little stressed though. Come help me out?” Mikey says to you, thumb rubbing away some of the lipgloss that smeared onto your chin when he kissed you

Kokonoi can imagine it clearly— you down on your knees on the hardwood floor in front of Mikey, your pretty eyes wide and watery with drool running down your chin and mascara smudged; your stupid mini skirt hiked up around your hips as Mikey made you take it. “Hm, m’kay” You answer a little too innocently for what Mikey was suggesting at

As Mikey guides you to another room in the penthouse, he looks over his shoulder. “Koko, make sure no one disturbs us”

“Got it boss” He answers, trying to sound as apathetic as possible

The lock on the door clicks and Kokonoi is already scrambling to find his headphones. He’s been a victim of getting hard off listening to your breathy moans and helpless whimpers too many times already and he’s still got work to do. Kokonoi wasn’t a huge fan of being a voyeur like the rest of the sickos and perverts Mikey let into Kanto Manji Gang after all. He barely gets his headphones in when he hears a breathy groan come from the other side of the locked door. He tries to focus on his work, to lose himself in the lines of code scrolling across the screen, but his mind keeps drifting back to the scene unfolding behind the locked door. He can almost picture it—the way you kneel before Mikey, your eyes wide with anticipation, your lips parted in a silent plea. He can hear the soft rustle of fabric as Mikey guides you, his voice low and commanding. It’s a scene that plays out in his mind with disturbing clarity, one that he wishes he could erase but finds himself unable to look away from.

Kokonoi Hajime unwillingly has front-row seats to Sano “Mikey” Manjiro’s descent into darkness. But it seems he’s watching an obsession grow as well.

An obsession that owns too many mini skirts and with a smile as bright as the sun.

Kokonoi wonders how long it will take for that obsession to grow into something unhealthy and something that starts to hurt you. But even as he wonders, a part of him knows that he’ll be there to witness it all. Because in this world of darkness and violence, there are few constants, and Kokonoi has unwittingly become one of them. So he continues to work, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he loses himself in the safety of his own little world, a world far removed from the chaos that surrounds him.

As the night wears on and the sounds from the other room grow louder, Kokonoi can’t help but feel a sense of resignation settle over him. Because in the end, he knows that you’re just as trapped as the rest of them, prisoners of their own making in a world where darkness reigns supreme.

#tokyo revengers #mikey sano #mikey x reader #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers fandom #tokyo revengers x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #kanto manji gang #kanto mikey

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qualityfoxwonderland · 7 months ago

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Cr: @bo_1125 (TW)

"Kanto" Manjiro Sano

#mikey tokrev #tokyo rev x reader #sano mikey manjiro #manjiro sano #sano manjiro x reader #kanto manji gang #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

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manjirosanosrealwife · 7 months ago

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okay I'm a little obsessed with Mikey (Manjiro sano) so I thought I would give you guys the links to my favorite things I've read of him, some will be smut and some will be fluff, etc

fluff

-stealing his key's so he's late for a meeting

-Mikey with s/o who has adhd

-forgetting a goodbye kiss

-s/o that's out of his league

Smut

-to feel something

-finds a random stranger in his bed

-round two

-honorary whore (feat bonten)

-eating you out

(I might add more, because there's definitely more of my favourite fics to be added, especially yandere Mikey 🤭)

#manjiro sano #tokyo rev #kanto manji gang #manila mikey #mikey sano #manjiro sano smut #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano fluff #character ai #toman mikey #bonten mikey

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mochiepie · 8 months ago

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TOKYO REVENGERS

╰┈➤P LINKSೃ⁀➷

【☆】★【☆】

✎ watch it on your own risk. 18+ content. Don't forget to clear your history. If you didn't like it or if the links provided according to you doens't matches the character, THEN DON'T WATCH IT. Simple. No need to post DISGUSTING comments please. And if the links don't work for some reason, just comment which of them ain't working. ✎

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

Sano Manjiro ( Mikey)-

❤️ Scandalous outfit prank on him

❤️ How he rewards you

❤️ Fucks you while you're asleep

❤️ He wants to please you

❤️ How he punishes you

❤️ Tits typa man

❤️ The reason why he loves missionary

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Ken Ryuguji (DRAKEN)-

🧡 corrupting you

🧡 Tits massaging day

🧡 brat taming you.

🧡 unleashing his frustrations on you

🧡 Fuckin u in Mikey's bedroom

🧡 pussy inspection

🧡 love making

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Ran haitani -

💜 earn it baby, fukin ride me!

💜 Eating you out

💜 His favourite Toy

💜 Take it bitch ( spank )

💜 missed you princess

💜 night after a date

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Taiju Shiba -

( as you all know, taiju isn't a person to ask for consent, if he liked you, he'll get you. There's no-buts- whatsoever, so according to his character I chose this links, they are very mature compared to others, watch it on your own risk)

🤍 you caught his eyes, now obey him.

🤍 A Quickie

🤍 loves it missionary

🤍 Dick inspection

🤍 Car fuck

🤍 You wanna be a brat? Here, have it you slut

🤍 He loves to suck on your TITS.

🤍 When he can't control himself anymore

🤍 How he eats your pussy

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Haruchiyo Sanzu

(sanzu) -

🟪 His fav way of fukin you

🟪 you're his fav drug

🟪 loves to be between your tits

🟪 loves to be between your tits pt.2

🟪 Groping your Tits

🟪 Shower Sex With him

🟪 Riding him + nipple pinching

🟪 fucking you in every spot

🟪 Pussy inspection with his tongue

🟪 When he is in a good mood. So he rewards you

🟪 You cheated on him, so he got you fucked by his gang.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

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vingvks · 1 year ago

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Mikey headcanons.

(My perspective, opinion on Mikey headcanons)

(Also any ideas for characters?)

MIGHT BE SPOILERS! ⚠️

Mix of female and male reader

(Kanto or kantou manji idfk and idfc)

Might be bad grammar because I’m naturally a fast typer.

Fluff

-I could see Mikey being clingy (Toman Mikey and maybe even Manila and Bonten Mikey but in more private places with just you and him.)

-Toman Mikey’s probably very defensive and protective of you, just like with baji. (Ifykyk)

-if your in a bad mood he might give you a couple nibbles of his dorayaki, only if your sad but he’s definitely stingy.

-messy sleeper. I feel like sleeping in the same bed with him is a mess. He definitely will have his arms and legs everywhere. I feel like he would randomly wrap legs with you.

-Your relationship would probably be private for safety reasons even though he would still let you around Toman but your his so called close “friend” similar to his relationship with Draken.

-Petty, not petty in like a bad way though. For example if you forget to get him some dorayaki when your coming to see him he’ll do something small but petty as revenge.

-only sleeps in cold beds. He likes the cold breeze in his room.

-he’s like a woman on her period when you don’t bring him the snacks when he asked you to.

Angst

-when Draken died his mental health got even worse. I believe Draken used to baby Mikey because he could never get out of bed on his own after what happened with Shinichiro so you’d have to be the one to help him with simple tasks like helping him get up and care for him because he won’t do it for himself.

-Bonten Mikey is a light sleeper so if you move a lot he’ll definitely get pissed and hurt your feelings by saying something insensitive, he will never hit you though.

-Bonten Mikey has insomnia on certain nights, he’ll lay in bed with you until you fall asleep and then get up to do something else while your sleeping.

-Manila Mikey would ruin plans with you to go out and find takemichi. (Ifykyk)

-Bonten Mikey would definitely talk shit about Bonten executives to make you hate them as much as he does.

-Once kanto manji arc started Mikey became possessive. Like you cant talk to certain people and he needs to know where you are at all times. This is because Mikey feels as if those around him that he loves are bound to die, he feels as if he’s bad luck. If you were to not tell him where you were he would send members out to find you and dark impulse might even happen, as in he might hurt or kill someone in the meanwhile.

-long hair Manila mikey will come to your house randomly to hang out meanwhile acting as if he doesn’t have his victims blood on him.

-all Mikey’s (except toman and kanto) are pretty merciless. That’s included killing a child or animal if needed.

-Ever since Kanto manji arc Mikey tends to get easily frustrated or pissed even though he keeps a blank face. His eyes say it all.

-sometimes Mikey might snap at you because of dark impulse and then realize what he did. This would result in him doing something such as starving himself, locking himself in a room somewhere or just straight up harming himself as self punishment.

(This is actually a headcanon because of black dragon arc where Mikey purposely let taiju hit him as a punishment to himself and when he let Draken beat him up because he couldn’t protect Emma. Basically letting others hurt him because he believes he deserves it.)

-Manila Mikey has manic episodes sometimes. I feel like he would be delusional at times and hallucinate.

-Bonten Mikey cannot sleep without you, he doesn’t like the thought of you being somewhere else while he’s laying down.

-Manila Mikey is manipulative time to time to get what something he really wants. When he doesn’t get it regardless he’ll loose his cool and get violent, Mainly from dark impulse.

-Keep a close eye on Bonten Mikey and Manila Mikey when you can. Atleast text Bonten Mikey four times an hour to check on him. But don’t text him on busy days. If he doesn’t answer your text call him on a busy day, call him.

-Mental disorder for sure.

-bad communication skills. Whenever you call him out he’ll say something like “You knew what you were getting into.”

-puts you and those he truly loves before himself. Selfless person but also very selfish when it comes to people he doesn’t care about.

-Bonten mikey has fantasies of having a double suicide with you. So that he’ll be free from his suffering with you still right beside him in his heart. You’d both probably end up dying with each other.

-very possessive and jealous. To the point it can be agonizing. Only if you really put him in his place (in any way..) he’ll stop for a bit.

-Manila mikey is usually smiling but as soon as he gets angry his whole persona turns upside down.

-Bonten Mikey has scars all along his body but hides it with sleeves etc.

-Long hair Manila mikey does a lot more gore killing then you’d expect.

-toxic asf

-yandere (toman mikey doesn’t kill others however other timeline Mikey’s wouldn’t hesitate for you.)

-They’d probably treat you like shit at times but go spiraling when you threaten leaving them, despite knowing that you can’t.

-I feel as if at times they’d occasionally victimize themselves, only till you hit them with a reality check.

-They are guilt tripping at times, but I feel they’d do it to get your attention, unhealthy obsession.

Smut

Dominant (mixed slight submissive in this too but yeah…)

-Long hair Manila mikey would wanna do some crazy shit sex wise, despite him never actually doing it for you sake.

-Bonten Mikey is definitely rough but quiet. In a irritated mood? That’s fine, he’ll take it out on you sexually.

-kanto manji Mikey is also pretty quiet but he starts off slow and then gets faster. He really doesn’t care, he’ll fuck you while other Kanto manji members are near.

-Manila Mikey does a lot of foreplay. Like thigh and neck kissing and slowly making his way up. If you were to do it to him he’d be ashamed of himself but then again he loves it.

-I feel as if long hair Manila Mikey and short hair Manila Mikey would do foreplay for a long time until you get desperate enough to beg him for more than just that.

-Manila Mikey groans a lot and whines occasionally. I feel like he’s slightly louder and whines often when he’s in the submissive role.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t have a high-sex drive so he’ll just rail or ride you for your sake (he still loves it though) . But every other Mikey timeline do it for themselves.

-only time Kanto manji Mikey is in the mood is when he needs to relive his anger. (Either topping you or bottoming for you, whatever he wants more.)

-Every Mikey timeline is controlling in the sex department. (They can still be a controlling bottom until you put him in his place.)

-long hair Manila Mikey only fucks to get his mind off things. He’ll go all night, depending on how long you go the louder he gets.

-he’ll praise you just so your body can react.

-his hips and thrust are hard. Prepare for painful aching the next day.

-Thigh kissing kink.

-choking kink.

-lots of hickeys on collarbone and neck.

-emotional sex depending on how he’s feeling.

-passionate sex if you’ve pleased him or impressed him in anyway.

-he definitely leaves bruises on your hips, he keeps a firm tight grip.

-I feel like Manila Mikey would call you “doll”

-Manila Mikey is playful and unserious at first but when he starts to feel the pleasure he gets quiet and rough.

-this might suck a little but if you piss them off sometimes he’ll become controlling and only go for his own orgasm, leaving you half done unless you beg for it.

Submissive

-Bonten Mikey was not a big fan when he realized he was more submissive to you. As long as you take him somewhere very private he’ll be as loud as he wants. Other than that he doesn’t fuck in places where people are near.

-Kanto manji Mikey is loud. Deadass don’t know why but I feel like he’s mumbles curse words while you rail or ride him, he’s gets a satisfaction of relief. (depending on your preference and gender)

-Manila Mikey, his ego was lowkey hurt but if you go fast he’ll only care about sex in that one moment.

-Kanto manji Mikey doesn’t like fucking in open places. You have to be somewhere private and far away from gang members. As long as he isn’t limping or aching when your done he’ll pretend nothing happened and go on about his day.

-Bonten Mikey whispers. He’ll whisper if he wants it slower or faster but if you don’t slow down sometimes he’ll get loud.

-if you make Manila Mikey cry in the middle of sex he’ll get submissive and emotional. He’s a pretty crier.

-Manila mikey likes to ride. He’s louder that way.

-I feel like in response to his trauma he’d hate being degraded severely while bottoming, only occasionally, he’d probably prefer quiet sex or you praising him.

-Both Bonten and Kanto manji Mikey grip sheets tightly. They might even tear the sheets.

-best place you can get any timeline Mikey submissive is bending over a desk or table.

-Manila Mikey has a praising kink, you praise him and he’ll praise you back. He will ever admit how much it makes his heart race.

-Bonten Mikey breathing gets erratic when you praise him.

-All Mikey timelines hate the thought of getting caught being in a submissive position. I genuinely think they would kill or threaten anyone who were to see a damn thing.

-Bonten Mikey is disrespectful until you fuck him dry. He’d probably be judging and talking shit nonchalantly then get all quiet when you prove him wrong.

-Neither of the Mikey timelines talk much in the middle of sex beside Manila mikey. I believe that the rest of the Mikey timelines beside Manila mikey are pillow princesses when on a bed because they’re too embarrassed to see the look on your face while your fucking them. (Either riding or railing them)

-fucking any long hair Manila mikey or any adult Mikey with with his long hair out and free is top tier. He’s pretty with his hair out and messy.

-Punishment sex for any of them is a turn on but they’ll never admit. Nothing is more embarrassing to Mikey than you making him beg for it.

#dom male reader #toman mikey #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey smut #sano mikey manjiro #manjiro sano x reader #sano manjiro #top male reader #bonten #manila #kanto manji gang #mikey x y/n #future mikey #tr mikey #female reader

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maehemthemisfit · 2 years ago

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You mentioned that the Haitanis push their luck when it comes to talking about whatever between KM reader and Sanzu right (with Kakucho trying to shush them).

I can't stop imagining Ran giving Sanzu the bombastic side eye whenever Sanzu acts soft for you. Like the Haitanis judge him so much, like what makes Sanzu think that someone like him can get someone as good as you? ☂️

BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

CRIMINAL OFFENSIVE SIDE EYE-

IM ROLLING THIS IS TOO FUNNY

꒰⚘݄꒱₊YANDERE CHRONICLES : ♡ ⤹ ぃ

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rose-riot-johnson · 5 months ago

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Hello!! Can I plz request Kanto! Mikey x reader where he meets her for the first time and becomes obsessed with her? Like maybe the reader accidentally stumbled across their meeting area whilst walking home and some of his members tried to scare her off but she just beat them up and then looks at Mikey with boredom and is like "keep your dogs in place" before walking off home and things can go from there. It's ok if no tho! :)

Hi anon😃While I did have to think about how to write the fanfic about Mikey and reread the request a few times before writing it, this request does sound fun to write in general and I have written about Mikey before, so I definitely will try writing this fanfic about him😁👍I also did see hints about what gender you would like me to write the reader as, so Female Reader it is😃👍I have also looked up "Kanto!" through google in different ways, so hopefully I will be writing this fanfic about "Kanto! Mikey" well, anon😁👍

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs😅

♥️Mikey Is Impressed and Obsessed With You♥️ ((Adult)Kanto!Mikey, aka, Manjiro Sano x Female Reader)

Genres: Mutual Gang Member Confession Fluff (Warning ⚠️: Stalkerish Behavior, Language(?), and Violence

On your way home from the gym, you accidentally stumbled across a meeting area. Some of the gang members told you to go home. Some tried to threaten to as their attempt to scare you, because you being in the meeting area.

A few minutes later Mikey made it to the meeting area, as you asked, "Are these people your friends? As he's grabbing one of the beaten up gang members by the front of this shirt. He replied "Yes... They are... I'm curious about why are you asking me this, why did you beat my gang members up and how you were capable of beating them up? ", as he's impressed about the fact you beat them up. You replied back, "You need to keep your dog's in place then! I was on my way home minding my own business when these friends of yours are telling me to go home and threaten to beat the shit out of me! I'm hoping they're not assuming that I'm a spy for another gang, because I haven't even been in a gang yet... I actually learned how to fight from some of the videos I saw and I guess going to the gym paid off honestly...".

Before you were able to leave the meeting area, Mikey said, "Before you do leave... Let's introduce ourselves and I do have an offer for you... Just atleast hear me out, then you can leave...", as you stopped walking then turned around, as you introduced yourself, "My name's (Female Reader Name)...". "Who are you? And what do you want with me?", you asked. Mikey happily replied, "Just call me Mikey... Anyways I'm impressed you were able to take out all of my gang members the way you did, so... And you were right... It was my fault... I should have known an accident like this would happen... I will keep them in place... Especially Kenny... Would you like to join my gang, (Female Reader Name)?".

You were surprised about what Mikey said. You were also hesitant at first for how the rest of the gang members were acting, before you beat them up and Mikey finding out about it, however you decided to accept Mikey's offer to be a new member of his gang and went home. After you got on your way home, Mikey scolded the rest of the gang members (as gently as he possibly was able to) about how he felt it was their fault for being in a situation of getting beaten up and they should have waited until he gotten to the meeting place to handle the matter of you being here in the first place, instead of getting mad at you about it, so it wouldn't of happened the way it did. The rest of the gang members (especially Draken) were shocked that Mikey scolded them, not just for being beaten up, however also for how they approached you and not waiting for Mikey to arrive on how to approach you.

After the incident, Mikey developed a huge crush on you and became very obsessed with you. His daily routine has been involving from finding out where you lived, to following you around from where you live, to anywhere you go, to when you go back to wherever you live, and is doing so in a sneaky way, because he wants to know a whole lot about you. One day you caught on to him be sneaky about following you around and stalking you, as you said, "I know you're following me, Mikey! If you wanted to know more about me and go anywhere with me, you could have asked or atleast let me know you're doing so!", before Mikey decides to show himself to you, while blushing.

You then asked, "Is there something you wanted you ask or tell me, Mikey?", as you continued, "You didn't need to stalk me or follow me without me knowing, you know... I wouldn't have mind you keeping me company...". Mikey then asked, "Before I confess, would you like to go out with me on a date?". He then continued, "You see... Eversince what you did to the other gang members for approaching you the wrong way due to them misunderstanding that you went in the meeting by accident, I have became impressed and I began to like you alot... I been feeling more about you than words can describe... I also love how capable you are with fighting, even tough I haven't witnessed you fight yet... You just seem like a cool kind of cutie... Anyways, (Female Reader Name)... How do you feel about me... Be honest!".

Before you were able to answer, a group of enemy gang members made their attempt to ambush both you and Mikey. Despite of you and Mikey being completely surrounded, both you and Mikey have fought the enemy gang members well, especially protecting yourselves, while protecting eachother and one shot wailing the whole enemy gang, full force. Once all of the enemy gang members ended up being outcold in the matter of minutes, you have been thinking about what he said and thinking about your answer for him.

You then, finally, answered Mikey as you said, "You might a pain for stalking me the way you did, however I will definitely go out on a date with you, Mikey... Seriously... I would be more than happy to... Eversince the first time I met you, you seem very cute to me, also... You seem to have made amuch better impression than the other gang members did. You're also the first person who would try to include me, without me having to ask or even hint about being included into something honestly... I also have feelings for you too, by the way...". Mikey was very happy to hear that you felt the same way about him, as he did about him. Before you and Mikey left the where the both of you were, Mikey quickly inspected all of the unconscious enemy gang members wallets, as he said, "I usually let Kenny pay for dinner... It's just that the original plan was that since it's a dinner date, I was going to pay for both our meals for our dinner date... However, there's change of plans, since the enemy gang members got their asses beat in one shot, by the both of us, I figured why not take their money to pay for both of our meals and what will be left of their money after our dinner date, I'm going use to buy you a nice present... After that's what they get for trying to ambush us!", before he smileed at you. You then agreed with Mikey, as you replied, "That's right Mikey! Those bastards deserve it for trying to ambush us, like that... Seriously... They've made a piss poor attempt to ambush us!", before laughing.

After the night of your dinner date with Mikey (And Mikey getting you a nice present you enjoyed very much), both you and Mikey decided to make the relationship (which is your relationship between you and Mikey) official. This became the most fun relationship you and Mikey ever had. Even your and Mikey's gang has improved from your relationship with Mikey.

♥️The End♥️

I hope this Mikey fanfic was as fun for you to read, as it for me to write, my Tumblr Peeps😁👍I also hope I did well with handling things with writing a fanfic about Kanto!Mikey, anon😅😃👍Anyways I didn't mean to take as long as I did with writing this fanfic about Mikey, especially longer than I atleast expected😅My schedule has been busy with changes in plans, and need time to be able to think😅However I honestly did enjoy writing this requested fanfic and attempting to write this fanfic request was definitely something fun to write when it comes to writing fanfics😁👍As for the genre I came up with, because of how you requested the fanfic and how I have been writing it, I figured why not use the genre I came up with for this fanfic, anon😃👍

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callofdutyma · 1 year ago

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You'll always be Mikey to me

Sano Manjiro x Fem Reader

As you walked up to Mikey’s house, you couldn't help but feel nervous. Over a year ago, he pushed you away and you two broke up. You tried to live your life without him, but you just couldn't take it anymore. Raindrops pelted your face, and you wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater. Suddenly, you saw him walking towards you from down the street, wearing his Kanto Manji Gang jacket. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice cold and distant. You felt a lump form in your throat, and you struggled to find the right words.

You take a deep breath, and finally speak up. “Hey Mikey.. it’s been awhile.” you say softly.

“Manjiro. Sano.” He said harshly in intervals. The name has become like poison on his tongue. He is no longer the one people called "Mikey”, not anymore. He stood like a statue, still as death, his expression stern and unfeeling. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were cold and hard. He spoke with the harshness of a stranger.

“Mikey.. I miss you.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“You miss Mikey.” He was visibly angry at the mention of his old name. That was the past, he is different now. “Mikey is gone.” He glared at you, his eyes filled with rage. He couldn't stand the mention of his old name anymore, it was like a reminder of everything he lost. His voice broke as he spoke, his anger rising.

“No he’s not.. I refuse to believe my Mikey is gone!” You say firmly.

“I said Mikey is gone! That’s final!” He yelled, his eyes blazing with fury. He was angry but his heart ached with pain. His eyes were full of sadness, he was hurting so much. He wanted to go back to the old days when everything was fine, when his family and friends were still with him, but that was the past and it was gone forever. He wanted to cry but he refused to show his weakness.

You jump back in surprise, startled by his yelling, but you stand your ground. You step closer to him and look at him intently, “but I still love you!” you plead.

He looks at you, his eyes still glaring with anger. He didn't know how to react to your words. He felt numb. He didn't understand why you would care about him anymore. He was different now. He was no longer the kind and gentle Mikey you once knew. He was cold, stoic, and distant. What reason could you possibly have to still love someone like him?

“Mikey..” You say in a quiet voice.

“Don’t call me Mikey!” He said, his voice still filled with anger and sadness. He was in pain, and he couldn't understand why your feelings had not changed. He was different now. He didn't think he deserved anyone's love anymore, but his heart yearned for it. He closed his eyes, fighting against his conflicting emotions.

“But you’re Mikey!” You shout in a pleading tone.

He could feel his heart breaking with each word you said. He wanted to scream and cry, but he had to be strong, for you and for himself.

“Please...don't do this. Please.” He begged while closing his eyes, trying to hide his tears. He couldn't let you see him like this. “Mikey is gone! He's dead. I'm Manjiro Sano. That's the only name you can call me now.” He said, his voice shaky, and his eyes full of pain.

“I don’t believe you!”

He sighed, “then let me show you, let me prove it.” He turned away from you and clenched his fists tightly, so tightly his knuckles became white. He was on the edge of breaking down, but he refused to show it. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and shouted to the sky. “I’M MANJIRO SANO!” He yelled. “MANJIRO SANO, NOT MIKEY!”

You dart to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, and he freezes, his heart pounding as he felt your touch. He could feel your warmth and your love. He wanted to turn, he wanted to say something to you, but he didn't know what to say. He felt trapped by his own pain. He wanted to hold you too, but he didn't know how. He just stood there, trying to catch his breath, trying not to cry.

You bury your face in his back and grip his jacket with your hands. “Mikey..”

His muscles relaxed, his hand clenched less tightly, and his eyes closed. He felt weak and vulnerable, but safe in your arms. He could feel your love, still there just as it was when you were together, but he wasn't Mikey anymore. The love he felt from you was hurting him even more, because now he knew that he couldn't return that love, like he wasn’t allowed to.

“Mikey.. do you not remember this? do you not remember when we’d embrace each other? do you not remember our love?” You say, trying to trigger something in him that’ll make him finally give in to you.

He stood in silence, and a tear streamed down his cheek, but you couldn’t see it as you were still hugging him from behind. He was shaking. He didn't want to remember. He wanted to forget everything. He wanted to forget you. He wanted to forget the pain and suffering he had caused everybody, including himself. “Please..” He whispered, "don’t make me remember. It hurts too much..”

“But that’s not fair!” You shout. “I love you Mikey! so much! so please, come back to me.”

Your words stung, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know how to respond to you, and he didn't know what to do. He was trapped between his love for you and his hatred for himself. “But I can't go back to you!” He yelled, trying to control his voice, but it broke as he shouted, “I'm not the same guy anymore!”

“I don’t care! Mikey.. I know you remember it.. I know you remember our love. Remember when you used to lay your head in my lap? and i’d play with your hair? or when we’d take rides on your motorcycle, you’d pull over at random places, and we’d sit on the seat of your bike and watch the stars.. don’t you remember those things?”

“I..” He swallowed, his voice breaking. He held back his tears, “yes.. I remember.. but..” he paused, “that was the old me.”

“Mikey..” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Please!” He said, his voice shaking. “Don't call me that anymore, don't!” All the pain, all the memories, all the regret, everything came back to him like a flood of emotions. “I'm Manjiro Sano. I'm not that gentle boy anymore!” He yelled. “I'm a killer, an addict, a monster and a failure. But worst of all, I'm alone. So, please!” He paused, “don’t remind me of the old me anymore.”

“You’re not alone!”

“I am!” He yelled, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. “I have nobody anymore! I lost everything! I can't trust anyone anymore! and now, I can't even trust myself!” He couldn't hold it in anymore. He felt so weak. He wanted to sink to his knees, but he refused to show his weakness. His eyes filled with rage, and his fists clenched tightly.

“You’re not! you have me!”

He tried to pull away from you, but you held onto him tightly. He could feel your love and your warmth as you continued to hug him firmly from behind. He wanted to return your love, he wanted to return your affection, but he just couldn’t.

“I can't do that! I have nothing left!” He shouted, trying to free himself from your grasp but failing. “I'm a monster, I kill people, I'm addicted to drugs and I can't even look at myself anymore! I'm broken!”

You continue to hold onto him tightly despite him trying to pull away, your arms are wrapped around his waist tightly as you cling to him from behind.

“Please!” He shouted, his heart breaking. “Please let go of me!” He wanted you to let him go, but at the same time he wanted you to hold him tighter. He wanted to go back to you, to the happy times you had together, but he couldn't. He refused to believe that he could. He didn't want to believe he was still capable of being loved.

“No Mikey! I won’t!”

“Why? why do you still love me? why do you still care?!” He yelled at you desperately, his eyes wide and his heart breaking as he stared off into the distance. He couldn't understand why you still loved him, why you still cared after everything he did. He hurt you by leaving. He hurt everyone in Toman by disbanding them. He hurt himself with drugs, and he hurt everyone around him with his violence and rage. How could you still love a monster like him? and what has he done to deserve such love?

“Because I do! you’re the man I love and always will love Mikey.” You say, sounding sure of yourself.

“But.. but why?” He asked desperately. “Why do you still love me? I hurt you. I hurt so many people.” He paused for a moment, “i’m not Mikey anymore. I’m not your boyfriend anymore. He’s gone. I’m a monster. I hurt everyone. So please.”

“No! You’re Mikey! stop saying you’re not Mikey!”

“I’m not! I’m not Mikey anymore!” He yelled desperately as he struggled to break free from your embrace. “I'm Manjiro Sano now.” He shouted, trying to make it clear to you.

He didn't want you to love him. He wanted to keep you far away from him, to keep you safe from his dark world, but when he heard your voice and felt your touch, his heart broke. He was weak, so weak.

You grip him tighter and continue to bury your face in his back, taking in his familiar smell as tears pour down your cheeks.

He was still struggling to pull free from your embrace, but he could feel your tears against his back as you cried. He could feel your love and affection. He wanted to push you away, but at the same time he wanted to say something to you. He wanted to say "I love you too" but he couldn't. He didn't have the courage to do it. The pain was too much for him to bear. He could feel it in his heart. He was weak, and conflicted.

“Mikey..”

He couldn't hold back his tears anymore. “Don't call me that!” He choked out, “don’t...don't remind me of that. That was the past, I'm not him anymore.” He didn't want to remember those memories, but you reminded him of everything he had lost, everything he had given up. He felt helpless, broken, alone. But most of all, he felt like he still loved you.

You take your hand and grab his as you continue to hug him from behind, intertwining your fingers with his.

His entire body froze as you took his hand. When your fingers intertwined, his heart ached. He still loved you, and he hated it.

Your hand grips his tighter and you nuzzle firmer against him.

“No..” He said as you held him tightly. “I can’t do this.. No..” He wanted to pull away, but he couldn't bring himself to hurt you. Your touch was both soothing and painful. The pain of loosing you was still fresh in his mind, but now he wanted to touch you again. He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to love you again. But the thought of it made his heart ache. How could he love you again? He didn't deserve it.

“Why Mikey.. Why?”

“Because.. i’m not good enough for you anymore. I don’t deserve your love,” he cried, “i’m not the Mikey you used to know. I’m not the guy you used to love, not anymore.”

“You’ll always be Mikey to me!” You shout.

He froze. You said those words, and something broke in him. He finally broke. He still loved you after all this time. He still wanted you. He wanted to return your love. He wanted to be with you again, but he didn't know what to say. He wanted to say "I love you" and kiss you, but he didn't have the courage to do it. He was weak, hurting, broken and afraid. "I know," he says, "but I can't love you anymore. I can't be the guy you love, not anymore..”

Those words cut deep. He said he couldn’t love you anymore, and that hurt. Your tears started flowing rapidly, “that’s not fair.. I can’t.. I can’t live without you.”

He felt so much pain hearing that, because he couldn’t live without you either. His whole body shook, he didn’t want to let you go. How can he abandon someone he loves so much.. again?

You release your grasp on him and pull away, his words cut you deep, and it pushed you to your limit. You didn’t know he was lying when he said that. “Fine. Manjiro. I’ll go then.” There it was, you finally said the name, and Mikey’s heart shattered to pieces. You turn and start walking away.

“No please.. I need you.” It was a whisper from his lips. A whisper you didn’t hear as you continued to walk away.

“NO!” He shouted as he rushed to catch up to you, grabbing you by your arm and pulling you close to him. He could feel your warm body against his as he grasped tightly to you. He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to say he loved you. He wanted to tell you everything. He lifted your chin to meet his gaze, “I can’t live without you either,” he said in a quiet voice, “and I still love you.”

Your eyes widen and you look up at him, “w-what?”

He looked deeply into your eyes and repeated himself, his voice barely above a whisper. “I...I love you. I always have.” He sighed, trying to get enough courage to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you the moment your face met, but he held himself back. He wanted you to say you loved him, and he wanted you to kiss him first. He could finally admit his love for you, but he couldn't act first. “I love you so much..” He said, his voice cracking, and barely audible as he fought back his tears.

“M-Mikey..”

“Kiss me.” His voice was a soft whimper as the word escaped his mouth. It was like a plea, a cry for your help. He wanted you to make the first move, because he couldn't do it alone. He wanted you to kiss him, because then he’d have the courage to kiss you again. He wanted your lips, your touch. He wanted everything about you. He wanted everything from before.

You grab his cheeks with both of your hands and pull his face down to kiss him. His whole body froze when your lips met. He could feel your love, your affection. He could feel everything he had before. A rush of emotions hit him like a tornado, and his eyes were filled with tears as he returned the kiss. It felt like a miracle, like a dream come true. It was him and you, and he felt like a human again. He returned your love and held you tight, his hands grasping you as he poured his emotions into this one kiss. The passion and intensity you’ve always shared was still there, as strong as ever.

He poured his love in each kiss, his hands roaming your back and hips as his body moved with yours. You moan softly, “Mikey.”

“I missed you.” He said between kisses. He could feel the passion growing between them; he craved more, and hearing you moan his name pushed him further. He couldn't control himself anymore, he wanted more than just your love. He wanted you, your body, and he wanted to make you his again. He kissed you harder and faster.

“I missed you too Mikey, so much.” You say in between the kisses, your breath heavy.

He pulled away from your lips, his breath shaky as he looked at you. He could feel your love for him again, and it felt so damn good. “I need you..” He let out a heavy breath. “I need you right now..”

“Take me.. Mikey.” You gaze into his eyes, your expression mixed with pure love and desire.

His hands gripped your waist and he picked you up in his arms. He took you inside his house and to his bedroom. He walked towards the bed and laid you down. He climbed on top of you, his body touching yours. His heart was pounding, his body was trembling, but his mind was steady. All he could think about was you, your love, your touch. He wanted to give it to you again, he wanted to make you his again. He didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't care about the consequences, he didn't care about himself. He only wanted to give it to you. To take out these intense feelings of love on your body.

“Mikey.”

“Shhh...” He said, his voice heavy with desire. His breath was shaky with excitement as he kissed your neck. He pressed his lips against your skin and started kissing you intensely. He could feel your body against his, every inch of it. He pressed his body even firmer against you. He didn't want to waste any part of it. He moved his lips towards your ear, kissing it. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them up near your head, and looked at you with an expression full of desire and lust.

You bite your lip and blush up at him.

“You're so damn cute.” He whispered as he kissed your cheek. He grabbed your chin, lifting your head until he looked directly into your eyes, his soft blond hair falling around your face. He could feel the love between you, the love that would never fade away. “Do you remember what I said?” He asked, his voice heavy with love. “I said I needed you right now. That I wanted you right now.”

You nod, and your body tingles. “I remember.”

“And now I'm gonna take what I need.” He whispered as he leaned down and kissed your lips again, his lips hungry for yours. His hands moved down your body, his breath shaky and his mind clouded from the desire he felt. He grips the hem of your shirt and pulls it off of you. Then he moves down to the waistline of your pants, pulling them off. He spreads your legs and starts trailing kisses up your thigh, and you moan softly. He bites his lip as he moves his face up, and gives a kiss to your panty covered slit. You gasp at the sudden contact, and he continues to kiss you through your panties, “mm” he moans. He starts sucking your clit through your panties, and your eyebrows tilt up as you take a handful of his blond hair, gripping onto it. He lets out a muffled groan, “god I missed this.” He says in a breathy voice. “I wanna make you feel good again. I wanna taste you again.”

You nod; giving him permission. He bites his lip again and pulls off your panties, letting out a heavy breath as he moves his face back down. He quickly encloses his mouth over your slit, and he lets out a low muffled moan. “Mmm, you taste exactly how I remembered.” He licks down your slit and slides his tongue in your entrance for a moment, then pulls it back out and licks back up your slit. You moan as he starts licking and biting your clit, each flick of his tongue and each nibble sending waves of pleasure through you. He sucks your clit, then he starts stimulating your whole vulva with his mouth. He sucks on your pussy lip, and then gives wet kisses to your slit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He then encloses his whole mouth over your vulva and starts motor-boating it in a sensual way. You arch your back, pushing yourself firmer against his mouth, and he lets out a little moan and a chuckle. He now licks up and down your clit and all around your vulva, his pressure is perfect, not too hard, not too soft. You could feel a knot growing within you, and your moans became louder. He flattens out his tongue against your clit and starts flicking it from left to right, and you were now getting close. “You like that baby girl?” He asks in his usual chirpy voice.

You nod, “mhm.. i’m so close Mikey.” You moan, and your body starts to twitch against him as you grip his hair harder. He moans at your words, then he hardens his tongue and flicks it more frantically, “that’s it baby, feel good for me.”

Your body shoots up and your back arch’s as you climax, your lower body twitching against him. He holds his mouth in place over your vulva, not moving, just letting you cum against his mouth. He lets out deep muffled whimpers against your pussy as you cum, and his length throbs in his pants.

He moves his mouth down a little to your entrance, where he slurps up your juices. “Fuck yeah baby, you’re so tasty.” He says as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Mikey gives you a quick kiss on the lips before he gets off the bed and stands up. He unbuttons his jacket and begins to undress, and you can't help but watch in awe. He lets his gang jacket fall to the floor, and he smiles at you as he takes off his shirt and reveals his muscular upper body. You feel your heart skip a beat as he then unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, letting them fall off and kicking them to the side. You can't help but feel a rush of desire as you gaze at him, the moonlight shining in through the window casts a soft glow on his muscular upper body and legs, making him look even more striking and handsome. His blond hair is slightly messy, adding to his rugged and masculine charm.

He looks at you with a playful grin, the familiar grin he’d always give you, and you know your Mikey is really back. “You’re looking at me like a lovesick puppy. You sure you can handle all of this?” He says, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I can handle you just fine.. but you know that already.” You grin.

Mikey lets out a chuckle, “I sure do.” He says as he steps closer to you, and you can see his hardness through his boxers. You sit up and raise a hand to start stroking him through the fabric, and he lets out a low moan. You slip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pull them off of him. He lets them drop and kicks them to the side, his muscular legs and abs flexing with the movement. You wrap your small and soft hand around his length, and he moans at the touch.

You slowly begin stroking him, and he moans again softly. You bring your thumb to his tip, and rub it in gentle circles, causing him to hiss in pleasure, the sensitivity driving him wild with desire. “Oh god baby.” He moans.

You take a hold of Mikey's shaft and lean in closer. You lick up his length, causing him to shudder and let out a deep breathy moan. You soften your tongue against his tip and draw circles over it, causing his dick to twitch with how hard he was getting. “Oh fuck.” He says in a breathy voice. You take his tip in your mouth, and give it a gentle suck. Mikey’s eyebrows furrow in pleasure, “oh.. oh shit.”

His hand grips the back of your head, and his dick continues to pulse. You take his full length in your mouth, creating suction with your lips. His tip grazes the back of your throat, and he lets out a breathy whimper. His whimpers are high pitched, matching his usual chirpy voice.

You begin sucking him, moving your head in a cork-screw motion. “Hnnh! oh god baby..” He says and bites his lip. You take him as deep as possible with every suck, letting his tip continuously hit against the back of your throat. His eyebrows tilt up, and he lets out a “hah” sounding whimper.

“Want me to suck harder?” You say.

Mikey’s dick twitches at your words, “yeah, holy shit, yeah, you know I do baby.” He says, his breath hitched.

You speed up and create as much suction as you can, Mikey’s whimpers become more frantic, and his moans more desperate. He lets out continuous high-pitched and needy sounding moans, “nnnh, hnnh,” he moans with every suck, and the sounds he makes causes your pussy to throb. He lets out a breathy and whimpery “fuck” then another “nnh fuck” in his chirpy voice.

As you continue to suck, you begin grazing your tongue over his tip with each motion, and he lets out even higher pitched whimpers. He could feel himself getting close, “oh yeah.. nnh.. oh fuck.. oh.. fuck..” You take your hand and start gently caressing his balls, and his eyes widen, “oh shit.. baby.. oh shit..” You speed up your sucking, and he lets out frantic hiccupy moans as he releases inside of your mouth, he holds your head in place and his body twitches, “nnh! fuck.. fuck!”

You take in every last drop and swallow, feeling the warm liquid caressing your throat. You let out a muffled moan, your mouth full.

He releases his grip on your head, and you pull your mouth off of him. You look up at him and lick your lips with a grin, and he shakes his head at you with a smirk, “you’re naughty, so naughty.” He says as he pushes you on your back gently and gets on the bed to lean over you. He looked at you with pure love and lust in his eyes, he’s so in love with you, and he needs to express his love, so badly, he needs to take out these intense feelings on your body.

“I’m your man,” he breathed, “and you’re my girl. You’re mine, and only mine.”

“You’re my Mikey.” You say, returning his gaze.

“Always. I'll always be your Mikey.” He said as he kissed your neck. “I love you, I need you, just as much now as I did before.”

He grabs his length and positions his tip to your entrance, he couldn’t hold back his lust for you any longer. He slides himself in, and he lets out a prolonged moan as he takes in your walls. His mind was clouded. He could finally have you again. He could feel every part of you again. You were his, and you never stopped being his. He wasn’t gonna let you go ever again.

You moan softly, the feeling of being filled by him made your body hot with desire. “I love you Mikey.” You say, your breath hitched.

“I love you too.” He said in a gentle voice, before trailing kisses down your neck. His hand gripped your hips, and he started thrusting in and out of you. He licks and nibbles the skin on your neck as his thrusts speed up, his tip grazing your sweet spot with each one. “I need you,” his words were breathy and desperate, “I want you.”

“Then have your way with me.”

“Oh, I will.” He whispered, his breath shaky with excitement. His mind was filled with so many emotions, from love to lust. He couldn't contain himself anymore, as he then started pounding into you fast and hard.

You moan and bite your lip, and Mikey lets out a whimpery grunt with each thrust. His lips meet yours, his tongue plunging into your lips. Words can’t describe the passion you two share, and how much your bodies crave each other, it’s always been this way.

You moan and then speak in a quiet and breathy voice, “I knew my Mikey wasn’t gone.”

His mind cleared when he heard that, your voice sending a jolt of electricity through him. “I'm not gone, baby.” He said between moans as he moved faster and deeper. “I’ll never be gone anymore. Not as long as you're with me..”

Tears form in your eyes from the pleasure and his words. He gazes at you and brings his thumb up to catch your tear from falling. He loved you, he loved you so damn much.

He smacks his body into you even harder and deeper, and you moan louder. Mikey’s grunts turn to full on whimpers as his thrusts become sloppy. His body trembled from the pleasure, and he could feel himself getting close. He moans desperately, and his facial expression sends a jolt of heat directly to your groin. His eyebrows are tilted up, his blond hair is sticking to his face slightly from sweat, his mouth is parted and he has a needy look on his face. Your eyes glimmer at the sight, god this man is beautiful.

His whimpers become more loud and high pitched as he chases down his orgasm, and your walls pulsate around him as you chase down yours as well. The frequent squeezes of his length make him cry out in pleasure, and he lets out a whiny “fuck” as you both cum.

He spills every last drop inside of you, and then hisses as he gently pulls out. He gazes down at you, panting, and rests his forehead against yours. “God I missed you baby..” He says in a gentle voice.

“I missed you too.” You say softly. “Don’t leave me ever again.. don’t push me away ever again.”

“I won’t, I promise.” He collapsed beside you and pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms.

“You won’t throw Mikey away again?” You say.

“Never.” He said, he could never lie to you. “I’ll always be your Mikey. I loved you then, I love you now, and I’ll always love you. You were always my girl. You never stopped being my girl. Not for a moment.”

Tears form in your eyes and stream down your cheeks. You look up at him as you lay your head on his chest. He wipes your tears and kisses you on the forehead. “My baby.” He said as he looked down at you. You were finally his again. The only love he could ever want in his life, the only girl he could ever love. His mind couldn't help but remember all the nights he had spent alone, cold and empty. He had been empty for so long, forcing himself to stay away from you. You look up at him with pure love in your eyes, and he grabs a handful of your hair, smelling it. You smile up at him, and he returns the smile.

Mikey’s eyes catch the moonlight shining in through the window, and an idea comes to his mind. “How about a late night motorcycle ride?” he says in his usual chirpy voice, smirking.

You feel a thrill of excitement at the thought, and you nod your head eagerly. You both get up and get dressed, then you both head outside to the motorcycle.

You feel the cool breeze on your skin. It's a mild night, and the stars twinkle in the sky above you.

As Mikey sits on the bike and starts it up, you feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. You climb on the back, the sound of the engine filling your ears, and you can't help but smile at the memory of all the times you've ridden together. You really missed the sound of Mikey's CB250T, it's like music to your ears. The bike rumbles to life, and you wrap your arms around him. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, and you hold on tight as he takes off. The wind whips through your hair, and you feel alive and free.

Mikey looks at you in the rearview mirror, taking in how beautiful you looked right now. The moonlight shines down on you, highlighting your features and making you glow. Your hair whips around your face, and your smile lights up the night. His eyes glimmer at the sight of you, and he can’t help but smile.

Mikey focuses his eyes back on the road, and after a long ride, he pulls over at a secluded spot and turns off the engine. He looks at you with a smile, “wanna watch the stars? like old times?” he asks. You feel your heart swell with happiness and nostalgia, “i’d love to.” you say.

You both sit on the seat of his bike, staring up at the night sky. He wraps his arms around you tightly, and you both feel at peace, grateful to have each other again.

#tokyo rev x reader #mikey x you #mikey x reader #smut #reader insert #kanto manji gang #light angst #tokyo revengers #sano manjiro #anime #fanfic

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baby-tini · 5 months ago

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hi, I have a request!! what about Mikey(different versions) and his innocent girlfriend. that is, he has already fucked her several times, but she is so inexperienced that she can’t even jerk herself off, and the only one who satisfies her sexually is Mikey

Toman\OG Timeline- He loves taking care of you, so when he figures out that you can't cum on your own, after you come to him with a pout on your lips, tugging at his Toman jacket, pleading with him. He takes you too the bed, laying you on the bed as he hikes both of your legs over his shoulders, pulling your panties down as he leaves soft kisses on your thighs, before making out with your cunt. Digging the tip of his tongue into your clit as he makes you keep eye-contact with him. Laying his head on your thigh, looking up at you as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Manila- Oh he fucking loves this, he loves everything about this actually. It's a big fucking ego boost, that he uses against you. His pretty girl can't get off by herself? That's so cute, it's okay, he'll help you. You don't even have too do anything, just lay on the bed and spread your legs for him, he'll do it himself. He will mock you while he slips his fingers in your cunt, whispering the meanest things in your ear as he fucks you with just the tip of his cock. Chuckling as you whine for him too properly fuck you, but he just pulls away. Only too spread the lips of your cunt so he can spit on your slit, using the head of his cock too spread it all over your cunt. It's gonna be a very long night for you.

Kanto- He doesn't want you touching yourself anyway, you belong to him entirely, that's his pussy now, not yours. He's the only one allowed too get you off, no toys, not yourself and especially not another person. Sometimes he just likes too see how much he can get you too cum, he kinda becomes very competitive with himself, wanting too see if he can make you cum in a specific time amount or how many times he can make you cum in that time. He's got "a bit" of a sadistic streak and he thinks it's so cute that you've cum so much that you try and squirm away from him. But, he's a lot stronger then you so he has no problem holding you down and continuing too make you cum.

Bonten- He knows you can't, that's why he always has you sat on his lap, with his fingers playing with you clit as he does paperwork. He's pretty unbothered when you look at him with big eager eyes as he moves his chair back and gestures you over towards his lap. Sometimes if he is really busy, he'll let you just ride his thigh, or if you've pissed him off, he'll make you hump his boots. A hand fisting in your hair as he makes you look up at him. Dead empty eyes staring you down as your eyes well up with tears, little pleas leaving your pouty lips as he just stares at you, not moving or even helping. If you wanna get off so bad, you'll have too work for it.

Street Racer- The nicest one about it, he's pretty understanding that you need help getting off. He prioritizes your pleasure over his, wanting you too cum multiple times before he thinks about cumming himself. He likes having soft, slow sex with you. Sucking on your tits as he fucks you, one of his hands playing with your clit. In his opinion, overstimulation is much better then under-stimulation. He's likes too talk you through it, making sure everything he's doing feels good for, asking if you want him too fuck you faster or if you're satisfied. He likes too bury his face into your neck as he pants in your ear, leaving messy kisses on your temple, one of your legs bent and pushed to your chest as the other is hiked over his waist.

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youatemylollipop · 2 years ago

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Sanzu: Watch your tone when you’re speaking to Mikey.

Y/N: I f*cked your sister.

*Everyone thinking simultaneously: What’s that got to do with anything?

Pah-chin: Whose sister?

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kokoch4n3l · 7 months ago

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ˏˋ main yahaan hoon ࿐ྂ "I'm in the lights of your eyes, you see me wherever you look"

summary: in which you meet Sano Manjiro a month before your wedding and fall in love. you didn't realize you fell in love with him till the pre-wedding rituals began.

pairing(s): bonten!mikey x desi!reader

notes: title translates to 'I'm here'. a purely self-indulgent fic based on Veer-Zaara(2004)'s song Main Yahaan Hoon if Veer was a gang leader and was actually at the wedding instead of Zaara hallucinating him. line dividers by rookthornesartistry heart divider by cafekitsune

warnings: infidelity, cheating, arranged marriages, implied emotionally absent parents, emotional blackmail, suggestive themes, implied oral(f), manjiro carries reader, slightly open ending

word count: 5690

Your father was a politician, businessman and just well very rich. You’re his only daughter so he spoils you rotten. Giving you all the things you can ever want. He was a good man, your mother a great person too. However, it wasn’t a very emotionally fulfilling relationship. You were okay with it though. Jewels and clothes sated the ache in your heart even if it was temporary. You got engaged almost as soon as you turned of age. The man was just a little bit older and also a politician like your father. Arranged marriages were common in your culture and you had never dated before anyway. It’s about a month before the wedding you meet Sano Manjiro. You aren’t sure what he does but he’s also really rich like your father. He has a few close business associates and they all have matching full moon hanafuda tattoos. Sanzu Haruchiyo let you trace his tattoo for some reason after seeing your fascination with it.

Bonten were business associates of your father. You weren’t sure exactly for what but you also couldn't care less. They were all pretty fun people. You made them watch Bollywood movies with you and do a whole bunch of other things and they did it without any complaint and seemed to enjoy it as well. They were all cool and then there was Sano Manjiro…

Sano Manjiro was different from the rest. He had a quiet intensity about him, a presence that demanded attention without a single word. You noticed his eyes first—dark, deep, and endlessly contemplative. He was always observing, absorbing everything around him with a sharp, discerning gaze. Despite his quiet demeanour, there was something undeniably magnetic about him. At first, you thought he wouldn’t be putting up with your childish games but he proved you wrong. When you called him a stupid idiot he didn’t get mad but instead, he smiled. He was amused. For some reason, it surprised you because he didn’t seem like the type to smile or just show any kind of emotion in general.

Your father, of course, invites them all to your wedding. It was all fine but you don’t want to marry your fiancé. He was nice at first but there was something about him that put you off. You didn’t like that man. You sit in your father’s office in your engagement outfit while music echoes from the bottom floor of the mansion to the top. A white lengha with intricate embroidery adorns your figure with a full-sleeve blouse along with a diamond necklace gifted by your future mother-in-law and a matching tikka in the same style resting in the center of your forehead. Your dupatta is draped over your head and right now it feels too heavy. Although you and your fiancé were already engaged, your mother-in-law insisted on having a flashy ceremony to kick start the wedding week. “You’re my only child… Hence, I’ve pampered you and given you freedom” Your father says, his hands clasped behind his back and using his businessman voice “I haven’t raised you like a girl but like a boy”

There is a lump in your throat. You know if you speak you’ll cry. Your father walks toward you. “Usually the mother has to explain to her daughters about her duties. But since I think of you as my son, I’ll explain your duties to you”

You look up at him. You’re sitting in his chair the same way you would when you were a child. But unlike back then, your bare feet press flat against the hardwood floor. “You already know that your grandfather was a respected politician. But he died a few days before he could attain success. Since that day, as his heir, I’ve been trying to take his party to great heights but I’ve been unsuccessful so far” He says and you know already what he will say next “But with the help of your finacé’s father, I can attain that success”

You don’t feel too good. The lump in your throat gets bigger and you desperately try to swallow it. Your father turns your back to you, staring at your family picture. “Soon you’ll get married into their family. It’s your duty…” He pauses and turns to look at you again “...to understand the importance of this relationship. Spread happiness, whether the times are good or bad and strengthen the bond of every relationship and to protect the honour of both families at all costs. A small mistake or a bit of carelessness from your end could ruin everything… I hope you understand what I’m trying to say.”

He knows, he knows, he knows. Your father had a feeling you no longer wished to marry the man you were betrothed to. You swallow the lump in your throat and whisper out a pitiful “yes.”

“Is there anything you wish to say?”

You simply shake your head no. You couldn’t. You had to marry this man even if you didn’t want to. Your father was practically begging you without actually begging. He smiles. “Come here”

You stand up, your anklets jingle with each step you take. “It’s been so long since I saw my daughter smile,” He says as you now stand in front of him “I hope you haven’t left it in Japan”

You smile weakly. How were you to tell him you did? How do you tell your father you left your heart in Japan? He pulls you in for a hug and a single tear runs down your cheek.

You did not wish to marry the man you were promised to but you didn’t want to break your father’s heart either.

Your father leads you down the large marble staircase, the railing covered with flowers and the entire bottom floor decorated lavishly. The vibrant colours and festive sounds of the pre-wedding celebration fill the air, yet your heart feels heavy with an unspoken sorrow. As you descend the staircase, your eyes scan the crowd, seeking a familiar face—a face that brought unexpected joy and confusion to your life. In the midst of the lively guests, you spot Sano Manjiro standing quietly at the edge of the room with his associates. He is dressed in beige slacks and a silk back button-up shirt, his presence commanding even in the bustling environment. His eyes meet yours, and for a brief moment, the noise around you fades. His gaze, deep and inscrutable, seems to reach into the very depths of your soul. The rituals proceed with the grandeur expected of such an event. The music, the dancing, the laughter—all blend into a blur as your mind drifts back to the times spent with Manjiro and his associates. The times when you could be yourself when you laughed genuinely and felt a connection beyond words. Sanzu Haruchiyo, always mischievous yet kind, had once teased you about your fascination with their tattoos. “Do you want one too?” he joked, letting you trace the lines of the intricate hanafuda design.

You had laughed, but deep down, there was something about those moments that felt more real than anything else in your life. As you and your fiancé exchange rings, you feel Manjiro’s eyes on you, a silent support that gives you strength. The night progresses, and you find yourself stealing glances at him, your heart aching with an unspoken truth. You didn’t want this arranged marriage. You wanted something more, something that only he seemed to understand.

It feels stupid though. It’s probably a simple infatuation but oh you had never felt this way in your life before and even as your fiancé slides the engagement ring onto your finger, the only thing that goes through your mind is Manjiro.

You sit alone in your room late at night on your bed, too lazy to sit at your dresser. Your dupatta was carelessly discarded at the foot of your bed as soon as you entered your room, too lazy to even remove your lengha and get in bed. The day had been tiring. You start to remove your jewelry, starting with the large diamond necklace that felt way too heavy. It’s as you are taking off the tikka from your forehead that someone enters. You don’t need to look up to know who it is. The air shifts, and the familiar, intense presence washes over you. It’s Manjiro. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, his voice soft, almost a whisper.

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. He steps closer, his movements silent on the plush carpet. He doesn’t say anything else, just stands there, watching as you fumble with the clasp of your tikka. Your fingers tremble, and the delicate piece slips from your grasp, falling onto your lap. “Let me,” he offers, reaching out. His hands are gentle but firm as he takes over, carefully removing the tikka and setting it aside.

His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you feel a warmth spreading through you, melting the anxiety and sorrow that had been weighing you down. “Thank you,” you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible.

He nods, his eyes never leaving yours. There’s a question in his gaze, an unspoken query that you can’t quite decipher. The silence between you is heavy with words left unsaid, emotions unacknowledged. “Why did you come here?” you ask, needing to break the silence, to understand why he’s here, why he makes you feel the way you do.

“I needed to see you,” he replies simply, his gaze steady. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

His concern touches you deeply, and you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You blink them back, trying to maintain some semblance of composure. Manjiro sits down next to you, being careful to not sit on your skirt. He reaches over and starts to remove your earrings. Despite his fingers being calloused and rough, his hands are gentle. He touches you like the slightest touch might break you. Each brush of his fingers against your skin feels like a promise, unspoken but powerful. You sit there, letting him help you, feeling a strange sense of peace settle over you. The weight of the day's events begins to lift, replaced by the warmth of his presence. When he's done, he sets the earrings aside and meets your gaze again. His eyes are filled with something you can't quite name, something that makes your heart beat faster. “Let’s get this off, hm?” Manjiro’s hand reaches around you and tugs the strings on the back of your blouse free

Your breath catches, but you nod, trusting him implicitly. The fabric loosens, and you feel the pressure on your chest easing. He helps you out of the heavy, ornate lengha, his movements were careful, his eyes never straying where they shouldn't. This was wrong. So wrong. You were a damn cheater. But as Manjiro unzips your blouse and pulls it off your arms, you can’t find yourself to care. “‘Jiro…” Your breath is shaky as he lowers your bare body down

“Don’t worry” he whispers, a heavy hand cupping your cheek so tenderly

Something in your head tells you it’s been years since this man was tender to anyone. Your breath hitches at the touch of his roughened palm against your cheek, a stark contrast to the softness in his gaze. Manjiro's thumb gently brushes away a stray tear that you hadn’t realized had fallen, his eyes holding a depth of understanding that seems to pierce through your very soul. "I shouldn't be here" you murmur, your voice barely audible, a mix of fear and yearning.

It was a little stupid you were even saying that since it was your own room. "But you want me here" he counters softly, not a question, but a statement of truth.

The words hang between you, heavy with unspoken emotions. Your heart beats wildly, torn between duty and desire. You don’t reply, unable to deny the truth in his statement. Manjiro’s presence is intoxicating, a dangerous allure that you find impossible to resist. He leans in, his breath warm against your skin. "Tell me to leave, and I will," he whispers, his lips so close to yours that you can feel the heat of his words. "But if you want me to stay…"

You close your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. The choice is yours, and you know what your heart wants. "Stay" you breathe, barely more than a whisper, but enough for him to hear and without missing a beat he slides your engagement ring off your finger

Manjiro doesn’t take your virginity that night. Instead, he calls you a good girl for saving yourself for after marriage and then gets down between your legs and ravishes you.

The next morning was the Haldi ceremony. In the ceremony turmeric paste would be smeared on your face and oil on your hair. It was more of a fun kind of thing anyway and during all the weddings you have attended in the past, all the guests would end up getting the turmeric paste all over themselves while playing around with it. You were wearing a yellow salwar kameez with flowers embroidered on the top and your dupatta was bright pink. You sit on the ground by the pool while your cousins hold up a heavier more embroidered dupatta over top of you like shielding you from the sky. “Don’t put too much” You warn your dad as he smears some of the turmeric paste on your cheek

There is oil dripping down your forehead from when your cousin decided he wanted to be funny and poured the entire bowl on your head. Tumeric paste is smeared on your feet, arms, cheeks and nose. The vibrant colours of the ceremony blur together, a swirl of yellow and pink, laughter echoing around you. Yet, despite the cheerful chaos, your mind is elsewhere, drifting back to the previous night. Manjiro's touch lingers on your skin like a haunting melody, one you cannot shake off no matter how hard you try. Your father's laughter brings you back to the present, his smile wide as he steps aside for the next relative to apply the turmeric paste.

As the ceremony continues, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You glance up and catch a glimpse of Manjiro standing a little away from the festivities, his usual quiet intensity softened by a hint of something tender. He stands apart from his associates, watching you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, the world narrows down to just the two of you. The noise of the ceremony fades, replaced by the silent conversation happening between your gazes. Your heart beats faster as you remember his whispered promises from the night before. His words, his touch—they haunt you, make you question everything you thought you knew about your life and your impending marriage. You know it's reckless, dangerous even, to let yourself feel this way. But you can't help it. Not when his presence brings you a sense of peace and belonging you’ve never felt before. “This stuff smells weird” Koko comments as he crouches in front of you and smells the turmeric paste on his fingers before smearing it on your cheek “Are you sure this is safe for your skin?”

“Of course it is” you reassure with a smile

The rest of Bonten does the same. Finally, it’s Manjiro’s turn. He crouches down in front of you, an unknown emotion swirling in his eyes. Without a word, he takes the yellow paste and smears some on your right cheek then the left. His touch is gentle, yet it sends shivers down your spine, the same way it did the night before. The world around you seems to disappear as he smooths the paste over your skin, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence between you is filled with unspoken words, emotions too raw to be expressed in the midst of the celebration. Your heart pounds in your chest as his fingers linger on your skin, his touch both comforting and electrifying. "You look beautiful," he murmurs, his voice so low only you can hear.

His words are simple, but the intensity behind them makes your breath hitch. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the noise of the celebration.

You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, mixing with the turmeric paste. He offers you a small, almost shy smile, and for a moment, you see a vulnerability in him that he usually keeps hidden. You bring your hand up and smear the paste on his cheek too, making him laugh. His laughter is a rare sound, rich and deep, and it reverberates through you, filling your heart with warmth. You can't help but smile in response, your fingers lingering on his cheek for a moment longer than necessary. The world around you resumes its chaotic pace, but the connection between you and Manjiro remains, a silent promise amidst the noise and colour of the celebration.

As the Haldi ceremony continues, your mind is a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of your engagement ring, now conspicuously absent from your finger, feels like a liberation and a burden all at once. You glance at Manjiro again, finding comfort in his steady gaze. It’s as if he understands the turmoil within you without needing to ask.

As the ceremony comes to an end and the guests start to leave, you struggle to pick your dupatta off one of the chairs with your turmeric-covered hands. “Damn it” you mutter and look around for someone to help you

“Here you go” Rindo picks up your dupatta for you

You sigh in relief. “Thank you. Can you help me go up to my room?”

It was going to be a task going up to your room while covered in turmeric paste so you needed help. Rindo nods and offers you his arm, guiding you carefully through the crowd and up the stairs. The turmeric paste makes everything slippery, and you're grateful for his steady presence. As you make your way to your room, you can feel Manjiro's eyes on you, a silent promise of his support and understanding. Once inside your room, Rindo helps you sit on the edge of your bed, his touch careful and respectful. “Do you need anything else?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You shake your head, offering him a grateful smile, your eyes lingering for a moment of the front of his throat where the full moon hanafuda tattoo it etched then you look back up at his eyes. “No, thank you. I’ll manage from here.”

Rindo nods and leaves, closing the door softly behind him. You sit there for a moment, the events of the day and the night before swirling in your mind. You know you need to wash off the turmeric paste, but your thoughts keep drifting back to Manjiro. Eventually, you stand and make your way to the bathroom. The warm water washes away the turmeric, leaving your skin tingling and fresh.

Later that night was the mendhi ceremony. Your hands are covered in intricate designs of flowers and swirls made with henna all the way up to your elbows and your feet with the same. “Ma~” you whine to your mother who was too busy talking to her sister to feed you

Your mother laughs, a twinkle in her eye as she waves you off, engrossed in her conversation. You sigh, looking at the plate of food in front of you, and then at your hands, which are still wet with henna. The intricate designs are beautiful, but they make it impossible for you to eat on your own. You glance around the room, hoping to find someone to help you. Your eyes meet Manjiro’s from across the room. He’s standing with his associates, but his gaze is fixed on you, a soft, knowing smile playing on his lips. Before you can beckon him over, he starts to walk towards you, effortlessly weaving through the crowd. He kneels down next to you, his presence a comforting weight. “Need some help?” he asks, his voice low and warm.

You nod, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Yes, please. I can’t eat with this on.”

Manjiro picks up the spoon and gently lifts a small portion of food to your lips. His movements are careful, and deliberate, as if this simple act holds profound significance. You open your mouth, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. As he feeds you, you catch the subtle smirk on his face, and you can't help but smile back. “This is quite the look for you,” he teases, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Covered in henna and unable to eat by yourself.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, your voice playful. “This is supposed to be a special time, you know?”

“It is,” he agrees, his tone softening. “And you look beautiful.”

The sincerity in his words makes your heart skip a beat. You chew and swallow, the taste of the food mingling with the warmth spreading through your chest. Manjiro continues to feed you, the moment intimate despite the bustling celebration around you. Each spoonful feels like a silent promise, a shared secret that binds you closer together. “Food is spicy…” He murmurs

“You don’t like spicy food?” you ask him

He shakes his head no. “I like the sweets though… After you get married bring me some in Japan?” You laugh softly, the sound mingling with the music and chatter in the room. “Of course,” you promise, a warmth spreading through you at the thought of sharing such a simple pleasure with him. “I’ll bring you all the sweets you want.”

Manjiro's smile widens, a rare glimpse of genuine happiness on his usually stoic face. “I’ll hold you to that,” he replies, his gaze steady on yours. “But only if you promise to come back soon.”

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and you find yourself nodding before you can even think. “I promise,” you say, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

The rest of the mendhi ceremony passes in a blur of laughter and music, but the memory of that moment with Manjiro lingers, a silent promise of things to come. As the night draws to a close, you find yourself reluctant to leave his side, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing moment.

It’s as you lay in bed and stare at your henna-stained hands, searching for your fiancé’s name among the intricate designs. But as you scan the patterns, your heart sinks, and a furrow forms on your brow. The once-clear inscription has been smeared beyond recognition, lost amidst the swirls of henna. A mix of emotions washes over you—relief, guilt, and a pang of sadness. Relief because it feels like a sign, a small reprieve from the impending marriage you’re dreading. Guilt because you know you shouldn’t feel relieved, and shouldn’t be hoping for a way out of a commitment you made. And sadness because despite everything, there’s a part of you that still longs for the simplicity of what could have been. You trace the faint outlines of the henna design, your mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

The bond between you and Manjiro grows stronger with each passing moment, a silent promise of a future you never dared to imagine. But the reality of your situation weighs heavily on your shoulders, reminding you of the duty and obligations that bind you to your fiancé and your family.

With a heavy sigh, you curl your fingers into fists. The events of the day replay in your mind—the stolen moments with Manjiro, the whispered promises, the shared laughter. Despite the uncertainty of the future, one thing is clear—you’re falling for him, and there’s no turning back.

The next night is the ladies' sangeet. It’s the last thing left and the next morning is the wedding. You sit with all your female relatives as they sing and dance to old folk songs. You sit among them, a forced smile plastered on your face, your mind drifting to thoughts of the impending wedding. Tomorrow, you'll be bound to a man you don't love, forced into a life of duty and obligation that feels suffocating. When no one is looking, you stand up and hed to the backyard where most your male relatives are, drinking away as usual. You can see Ran has unfortunately been cornered by one of your drunk uncles and is explaining Punjabi politics to him. Ran looks at you for help but you just grin and shake your head. You spot Manjiro walking over to you and you smile at him. “Hi” You say as you walk through the garden together, you anklets jingling with each step you take.

"Hi," Manjiro replies, his voice low and warm, a stark contrast to the chaos of the sangeet unfolding behind you. His presence brings a sense of calm, a welcome respite from the suffocating atmosphere of obligation and expectation.

You walk through the garden together, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm light over the flowers and foliage. The air is filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and roses, a stark contrast to the heavy perfume of the crowded hall. You feel a weight lift off your shoulders with each step, the knot of anxiety in your chest slowly unravelling in his presence. "Having fun?" Manjiro asks, his gaze steady on yours.

There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the absurdity of the situation. You shake your head, a wry smile playing on your lips. "Not exactly," you admit, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. "I feel like I'm suffocating in there."

Manjiro nods in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "I can imagine," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper “Japanese weddings are not this… festive or colourful. Must be a little overwhelming”

You nod, grateful for his understanding. "It's not just that," you confess, your voice tinged with frustration. "It's the weight of expectation, the pressure to conform to tradition and duty." You pause, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. "I feel like I'm being suffocated by it all."

Manjiro listens in silence, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your words. There's a depth to his understanding, a sense of empathy that makes you feel seen in a way you haven't felt in a long time. "I know what it's like to feel trapped," he says finally, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "To feel like you're living a life that's not your own."

His words strike a chord within you, resonating with the turmoil you've been feeling. "Do you ever wish things were different?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Manjiro's gaze softens, a hint of something tender in his eyes. "All the time," he admits, his voice filled with honesty and you watch his hand come up to touch the full moon hanafuda tattoo on the back of his neck "But sometimes, we have to make the best of the hand we're dealt."

You nod in understanding, a pang of sympathy tugging at your heart as you take in the vulnerability in Manjiro's words. His admission resonates with your own feelings of frustration and longing, the desire for a life beyond the confines of duty and expectation. "But that doesn't mean we have to give up hope," you say softly "We can still fight for what we want, for the freedom to live our lives on our own terms."

Manjiro's gaze meets yours, a flicker of something akin to hope dancing in his eyes. "And what do you want?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, as if afraid to voice the question aloud.

You hesitate for a moment, the weight of your desires heavy on your shoulders. “I… I don’t know yet”

And Manjiro simply smiles at your answer and says “well clock is ticking… better hurry up and figure it out” then turns to go back to where he was sitting with your father, other business partners and relatives

As Manjiro walks away, leaving you alone in the tranquil garden, his words linger in the air, a gentle reminder of the urgency of your situation. The weight of expectation and duty presses down on you once more. You watch Manjiro's retreating figure, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns, and you can't help but feel a sense of longing stirring within you. Despite the uncertainty of the future, one thing is clear—your heart is leading you towards him, towards a life of freedom and possibility.

You turn back towards the bustling sangeet, the music and laughter spilling out into the night air. Tomorrow is the wedding, the final culmination of weeks of preparation and anticipation. But as you rejoin the festivities, your mind is elsewhere, filled with thoughts of the man who has captured your heart and the future that awaits.

As the night wears on and the sangeet draws to a close, you find yourself lost in a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, apprehension, and a simmering sense of rebellion— something you shouldn’t be feeling. Tomorrow, you'll be bound to a man you don't love, forced into a life of duty and obligation. But tonight, in the quiet solitude of the garden, you allow yourself to dream of a different future, one where you're free to follow your heart, no matter where it leads.

As the first light of dawn breaks over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the garden, you feel a sense of anticipation stirring within you. In a few hours, you’ll be married. It’s scary. So scary and you feel sick. You sit in a yellow kameez and white salwar, fingers trembling as you put on the naath, hooking it to your nose and fixing the chain over your ear to see how you look in it. The cool metal of the jewellery rests over your lips that you’ve bitten raw. Your makeup lays untouched, face bare. You need to start getting ready.

It’s the early hours of the morning, not many are awake except the servants who are getting the house ready. Your deep red wedding lengha is draped over your bed and seems to be mocking you. Your fingers linger on the intricate embroidery of the deep red lehenga, but the touch brings you no joy, only a sense of resignation. As you stare at your reflection in the mirror, the naath adorning your face, you can't help but feel a sense of disconnect. The woman staring back at you seems like a stranger, a mere shell of the person you once were. The weight of the impending marriage hangs heavy in the air, suffocating you with its inevitability. It’s suffocating, and overwhelming, and you find it hard to breathe.

But then, amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a sense of determination takes root within you. You refuse to let fear dictate your future, to surrender to the expectations of others. You may not know what lies ahead, but you know one thing for certain—you can't go through with this marriage. Your father may love you and only want the best for you but you are not a pawn in his plan to rule the world.

Gathering your courage, you make a decision—to follow your heart, no matter the consequences. It won't be easy, and there will be challenges ahead, but you refuse to let fear hold you back any longer.

As you slip out of your room after grabbing your yellow dupatta, the quiet of the early morning enveloping you like a comforting embrace, you feel a sense of liberation wash over you. It’s just as you make it past the hall, your anklets unfortunately still jingling with each step(you probably should have taken them off), you come face to face with Manjiro, Sanzu and Rindo. “Hm? And where do you think you’re going?” Manjiro asks and his hand comes up and lifts the naath up then lets it fall back in place resting over your upper lip

You freeze, caught off guard by the unexpected encounter. For a moment, you're at a loss for words, your mind racing to come up with an explanation. But as you meet Manjiro's gaze, you see something in his eyes—a flicker of understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil raging within you. "I..." you begin, your voice barely above a whisper, "I don’t want to get married"

The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of your confession. You expect judgment, condemnation, but instead, there's only silence. Manjiro's gaze softens, a hint of something tender in his eyes as he reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. “Hm?”

You let out a shaky breath, henna-covered hands clenching at your sides. “You asked me last night what I wanted and this is what I want…”

There is a moment of silence. Manjiro looks back at Sanzu and nods and the latter pulls out his phone, frantically typing away texts. “C’mon then” Manjiro says and sweeps you off your feet in the same way the male leads in Bollywood movies would

You aren’t sure how things will turn out but as Manjiro carries you down the marble staircase and into a car, you don’t think about anything else. Just him. Manjiro’s arms feel solid and reassuring around you as he carries you down the marble staircase, the weight of your decision becoming lighter with each step. The early morning light filters through the windows, casting a golden hue over everything, as if the world itself is blessing your choice.

As he sets you down into the backseat of a car Manjiro brushes a strand of your hair away from your face then kisses your forehead. “I’m here” he whispers

end notes: at the end, when Sanzu is on his phone, he's texting Koko to post a bunch of evidence of corruption that reader's fiancé’s family has done. Now MIkey could have done that before but he wanted it to be reader's choice so.... yeah. Hope you enjoyed it loll.

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔 | 𝐡. 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

You and Haruchiyo made promises that day. Not even death could separate the two of you.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Mention of D*ath, +18 (nsfw)

Warnings: Bl**d, drugs, smut, self harm, k*lling.

Fem!Reader

1250 words.

Chapter Song: Icon for Hire - Sorry About Your Parents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

You jumped out of bed at the sound of the door opening. You carefully put the manga you borrowed from Mikey on the coffee table next to you. You were afraid to take this manga from him, but when Mikey forced it, you had nothing to do.

That incident was still on your mind.

"Mommy?" you asked when you entered the living room. But you were wrong. It was your father who came. Still, you were a little excited to see, your father too.

"It's me, not your mother." your father said as he rummaged through the empty vases instead of looking at you.

"Welcome Father." Then he slammed the drawers open. You didn't say anything even though it got on your nerves that he didn't turn it off.

"Hello Y/N." he said indifferently and ruffled her hair as she left the salon. This little gesture of love made you smile.

"Are you looking for something father?" You said by going after him. Now he was in your room. He was rummaging through your notebooks, jewelry boxes, and drawers.

“Do you have the money?”

"What?"

"Did she leave money for you in the morning?”

You nod your head, that means yes. "Why father?"

Your father knelt right in front of you and patted your cheeks paternally. "How much did your mother give you?"

"About 4000 yen." You said quietly. You knew what would happen. You should have guessed from the first moment he walked into the house.

"Can you give me that money, dear? I promise I'll pay you double next week, what do you say?"

You didn't want to say anything. Because if your father came home, his only purpose was to take money. He received a fortnightly share of the money your mother earned by working nights. And like it wasn't enough, he was taking the money your mother left you too, saying that he would double it the next week.

You haven't seen his give back half that money, let alone double it.

"Isn't it a very profitable deal?" he continued.

You didn't have the luxury of saying no. But tomorrow you had to pay for school books.

"My mom left half of that money for my school fees. Tomorrow is the last day to pay for the textbooks." You said hoping she wouldn't get angry.

"I don't think anything will happen. Tell your teachers your mom didn't leave you any money, it's okay if you ask permission to bring it next week."

"But that's not true-"

"You're not lying for the first time in your life." He said and stood up. "Where's the money? Your father really needs it, dear Y/N."

You had nothing to say about it. Saying that you will give the money, you opened the small compartment in your school bag and handed all the money you took out to your father.

"Thanks, my beautiful daughter." He said and kissed your cheek. You didn't say anything even though you were disgusted. You were afraid your father would hit you. That's why you would never say no to him.

"I'm leaving. I'll be back soon, okay?" You didn't answer when he said it, you didn't even follow her to see him off. When you heard the door slam, you went into the living room and dialed one of the numbers you had memorized on your home phone.

You needed that money. On the second ring, the person on the other end finally picked up the phone.

"Hi." You said inside, cursing your father. He shouldn't have put you and your mother in this situation.

"Hello Y/N? Did something happen?" You were relieved when you heard your friend's voice saying.

"I'm going to ask you a favor. I'll be with you in a moment. Don't go anywhere." After saying that, you hung up the phone and ran to your room. You put on your clothes in no time, and after drinking a glass of water, you left the house. You put on your shoes and locked the door.

Why did your father put you in this situation instead of taking you to the park right now? Why didn't you have a father like the other kids have? You knew there were people worse off than you. But you were still a child. You were a kid who wanted his father and mother to come with him to the park.

It wouldn't be selfish to ask for so much you thought.

After walking through the dirty streets, you finally reached the front of the small warehouse. The warehouse was quite dirty, just like the street it was located on. Knowing that there was nothing you could do, you opened the door of the warehouse and entered. There was no use in embarrassment now. It was better to be embarrassed right now than to be embarrassed in front of your friends and teachers in class.

"Who the hell is there!" You were startled when you heard a shout. A boy your age stood in front of you in a way you didn't know where it came from.

"I was looking at Koko." You said in a timid voice. You knew not to mess with street punks. But It seemed like it was going to be a little tough when your best friends were the hooligans too.

The boy nodded to show he understood. He seemed to have news. "Go up those stairs."

You quickly made your way upstairs without making eye contact with the boy. This place was eerie and you wanted to go as soon as possible. It gave her goosebumps to remember her friends hanging out around here every day.

When you went upstairs, you entered one of the rooms and looked on a black-haired boy sitting on a red sofa.

"Koko?" You called out to the boy and he stood up with your voice. The moment you saw his face, you felt relieved.

"What are you doing here Y/N?" He asked with a little harshly. You knew he wasn't trying to be rude though. As the days passed, his demeanor became more and more stern. You're still friends after all, right? People change as they get older. No one would stay the same.

"I'm not trying to get straight to the point, but I need your help, Koko." You said while sitting where he pointed. Even if it was a little dirty, you tried not to problem. Now you were sitting opposite each other.

“I guess you need the money, don't you?” You nodded your head yes when he asked.

"I know I asked you last time too, but I have to pay for my schoolbooks tomorrow. I'll pay it back next week when my mom gives me pocket money."

Koko stood up. "It's okay, how much was it?"

"1500 yen is enough." You would only ask for the amount of your school fees. There was no need for the rest.

You were no longer surprised when he instantly took the money out of his pocket and handed it to you. Despite being the same age as you, what they did was incredible. The emotions he felt were also incredible.

"Thanks, Kokonoi. You never reject me."

"I said it's okay. Is it because of your father again?"

"Who else can it be!" You said with a angry voice. “The things my father does drive me crazy while my mother works day and night.”

"I hope your mother gets divorced soon." said Kokonoi, cursing your father with you. He was accompanying you as you descended the stairs.You never dared to tell your mother that, even though you thought about divorces most of the time. As you recall, they made happily married. You weren't sure right now if that love was still there though.

"By the way, Y/N, what's your mom job?" You shrugged when he asked.

"I don't know exactly. She works at night. Sometimes she goes abroad or something, I guess. She comes two days a week, leaves me money or something, checks my needs."

"But she's making a lot of money, isn't she?"

Your live in a good neighborhood. Since you've been alone for a long time, your mother decided to move to the neighborhood she think is safer. She had you enrolled in a private school. Your mother took care of all your needs, school fees, everything. But you see very little of her because of all this. Maybe if your father had done his part, you would have had more time with your mother.

"Yes, but you know my father. God knows what he spends that money on!"

Koko didn't want to answer that. Because his predictions weren't pretty. He didn't want to say it because he knew that these things didn't come to your mind.

"Y/N, I know your father is into your money. You never tell your father did, to your mother do you? It's okay to ask me for a loan, but you can't always find me."

"Yes Koko." You answered. You didn't understand what the boy was trying to say.

"Why don't you get a job? Even if it's a small job, you'll have some money you can hide from your father without his knowing it. At least until you tell your mother."

All sorts of thoughts filled your head with this new idea. The thing is, it was a really great idea. There was a lot of work for kids your age to do.

"This is actually a very thoughtful idea, Koko. Maybe I can get a job, even at a bookstore."

"Still, my advice is your mother get a divorce as soon as possible." You laughed when he said it. Even if you laugh, Koko was right. Yes, you might miss your father when you haven't seen him for a long time, but the moment you see him, this longing burns away.

"Isn't it dirty in here?" You asked when you came to the door of the warehouse.

"It is, but we manage." You smiled at him when he said that. Koko was a really close friend of yours. Whatever you needed, he never turned you down, always tried to help. Even though he's been through so much after what happened to Akane, he was still Koko sometimes.

“Thanks again, Kokonoi. If you need anything, please call.” When she said that, Koko nodded in agreement. After you said goodbye to her, you hurried home.

Along the way, you had in mind why people insisted on having children when they wouldn't care.

Why did the children suffer their sins?

They didn't ask them how they were born. It was unfair that they were born in a way they didn't want.

You thought that not everyone is created fair.

Absolutely no one is created equal.

Hello after a very long time! I hope you enjoyed our second part.

Bay Bay 💕

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