#manila mikey

[neurodivergentminor]

Why he always hot in every single timeliness

[meoryart]

「Happy Birthday Mikey ♡」

20/08

I finished this at 5am can you tell

[baby-tini]

ℙ𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕕.

Toman\OG Timeline- That won't work for you baby, he's much stronger then you are, why are you even attempting too push at his hand? If he has too hold both of your wrists in one of his hands, he will, as his free hand plays with your pussy. His fingers rubbing at your clit as his fingers dip inside, your juices leaking down his wrist as you gush around his lithe fingers. The tips of his fingers curling deep in your cunt as you shudder, your hips jerking into his fingers as you bury your face in his stomach. Your body arching up as your mouth falls open in a scream as your nails claw into your palms. Whining as your body tenses as he brushes his soaked fingers over your clit, slapping it when you try too move away from his invasive touch, giving rasp warnings in your ear as he rubs tight circle into the little nerve, kissing at the side of your head and cooing at you when little salty tears cling to your lashes and roll down your cheeks.

"Ah ah, what have I told you about pushing my hand away? Give 'em to me."

Manila- When he slips his fingers into your little cunt, he expects you too take it and say thank you while he's doing it and after. Laying you against his chest as teasingly drags his fingers down your chest and stomach, lightly dragging his nails over your the insides of your thighs as leaves wet kisses against your temple. Then proceeding too drag his thumb over your clit as he feels your muscles tense under his hands. His hands feels so big as he readjusts your thighs, pushing them open further as two of his fingers slip in and make make 'come here' motions, his other arm holding you to his chest, keeping you still. When your hips jerk away from him and both of your hands fly down and grab at his wrist as you whine and shake your head at him, he just holds you tighter against him, holding your hands to your chest as he uses the hand between your legs too slap your thigh, prone too leave a nasty little mark later that night.

"Say thank you baby. Say, "Thank you for taking your time too make me feel good Manjiro, only for me too be an ungrateful brat and push your hand away." Say it."

Kanto- If you grow ballsy enough too push at his hand as he fucks his fingers deep into you, his thumb rolling your little clit, he's not gonna be too happy. He'll slap your hand away with the threat of breaking your fingers in you keep squirming. He doesn't care if it's too much, you're gonna keep your legs spread and take his fingers in your cunt like a good girl, you're not gonna whine, not gonna squirm or thrash and you're especially not gonna push his hand away. He'll wrap his free hand around your throat as he pushes the fingers of his other hand faster, in and out of you as he bites warningly at your neck. Pulling your head back by your hair so he can stare you down, as he dares you too do something so he can leave nasty little red hand marks on your thighs and cheeks. Push at his hand so he can wrap your hair around his hand and give it a nice little tag as he growls at you too behave.

"Do it again, push my hand away again and I'll break all your fucking fingers, keep your fucking hands to yourself and don't touch."

Bonten- He grows annoyed, very quickly, smacking at your thighs and swatting at your hands as you attempt too hold his wrist still, before he decides too just tie your wrists up. If you can't keep still, he'll do it for you. He's trying too be nice and make you cum, and you're being a fucking brat and pushing him away? That's fine, lets see you try and move away with your ungrateful squirming as he ties you up to the bed post forcing your legs too stay open for him as he shoves his fingers deeper, that dark little glint in his eyes as he taunts you, grabbing you by the jaw, forcing your lips apart as he spits on your tongue. Don't you dare whine about the rope being too tight or the handcuffs cutting into your skin, that's just gonna piss him off more and he'll just shove a gag into your mouth and make you take it, no amount of whining is gonna stop him.

"Push my hand away again and see what happens, because I promise you, you don't wanna know. Sit the fuck still."

Street Racer- He's really sweet about it, if it's too much for you, he'll give you a little break as he whispers praise in your ear. He's so soft with you as he pushes his fingers in and out of your cunt, nuzzling his cheek against yours as he leaves soft kisses on your wet cheeks. His free hand running through your hair as he pushes the wet pieces behind your ears. Kissing the top of your head as he swirls his middle finger on your clit, shushing you softly as start too writhe and whine, quiet little sobs leaving your wet lips. As you push at his hand, he'll slow his pace, wiping the sticky tears from your face and giving you a tiny break before he feels your hips jerk into his hand. He'll go at it again, grinding his palm into your clit as he fucks his fingers back into you. But, if he knows your about too cum, he's not gonna pull away, you're just gonna have too take it.

"Baby no, don't push my hand away pretty girl. I'm tryna make you feel good, I know you're about too cum.. can you sit and behave for me, baby? Just a few more minutes."

[intheafterall]

Happy Birthday Manjiro 💖💖💖 August 20 2024

[mornwrites]

content — manila mikey, bottom!mikey, orgasm w/clothes on, gender-neutral reader, top!reader, porn without plot???, established relationship, brief mention of abusive situation with kisaki + izana.

author’s note — this was extremely self-indulgent and i started off with something in mind, then forgot halfway through. manjiro is real touch-starved and craves affection more than water because he’s real fucked up. it’s sloppy, but i’m too tired to care. i hope you guys enjoy.

requests — open.

manila mikey, who is so touched-starved from the abuse and manipulation he has to face at the hand of izana and kisaki, that he clings to you whenever you’re together. his hands are roaming your body, sliding under your shirt to feel your torso just because he needs to have skin-to-skin contact. it starts off innocent, nothing than a desperation formed because of his life the last decade, but quickly becomes more.

thin, calloused hands are worming their way up your bare skin without any regard for the fabric you wore, thumbs eventually finding your nipples. rubbing them softly with the pads of his thumbs, he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he’s settling into your lap once you’ve sat down on the bed. chapped lips are working their way across the flesh of your throat and it doesn’t take long for you to start making quiet sounds. he takes this as a sign to continue and does just that, hips beginning to slowly rock against yours.

it doesn’t take long for your own hands to find his skin and your hands are roaming with no real plan in mind, just enjoying the soft affections you both exchange. when mikey is pulling back for a second you use the opportunity to drag your own lips across his skin, tongue and teeth quick to join in. pretty hickeys bloom across his pale skin and he’s softly whimpering in your ear, his hands holding onto your sides tightly. nose brushing against his jawline, you’re trailing kisses along his jawline and then to his lips where they finally slot together.

mikey’s moving with more vigor now, clinging to whatever friction he can get as he parts his lips before you can prompt the action. your tongue is sliding against his and they tangle, spit exchanging as you let out your own soft sounds. slowly, you break the kiss and slide the black haired man off your lap, onto the mattress below. he lets out a soft whine of protest at the loss of friction and touch, but it’s dying in his throat halfway through as you climb atop him.

encouraging mikey to wrap his legs around your waist, you’re slowly dragging your body against his, giving him the friction he sought once again. your lips are finding his throat again before trailing downward, leaving marks on his pretty, defined collarbone. his whimpers that increase in volume fill the otherwise quiet bedroom, his pleasure building as he starts to lose himself beneath you. it’s nothing less than adorable to listen to and you don’t stop until you hear that soft cry indicating an orgasm was crashing onto the man. helping him ride out the pleasure, you still yourself, pressing a soft kiss to his lips followed by a praise.

clinging to you, manjiro never falters in his touch, fingertips pressed into your skin as he eventually murmurs a soft, “I love you.”

[mikey-milkies]

HELLLOOOOO everynyan :3 we are back with another depiction of mental illness!

[fueledbysano]

liden studios how DARE you spill all of these GORGEOUS Mikey variants in fron of me in the span of TWO MINUTES

[manjirosanosrealwife]

WHY IS KM!MIKEY SO PRETTY???? I SWEAR I JS NOTICED THIS NOW IS THAT HE'S PRETTIER THAN ALL THE OTHER VERSIONS OF MIKEY (except for Manila Mikey and the other one with the dragon tattoo) OR MAYBE IT'S JUST ME, I LOVE KANTO MIKEY SM

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I want to hug Manila timeline Mikey and give him the most tender and loving sex ever. Need him in my embrace, sliding inside him nice and slow, making sure he's enjoying every second, and reassuring him he doesn't need a permission and is free to squirt on my cock whenever he pleases if that's what'll make him feel better. This poor boy needs a ton of comforting and hugs :(((

You and me both. 😔 Manila Mikey deserves all the love and care in the world, as well as some romantic sex. I bet he'd cry during soft sex like this too. It's a good outlet for him to let those walls down and bawl it out while you bring him to the gates of heaven with your cock.

[chososlittlecrybaby]

MIKEY( MANJIRO SANO ) as your boyfriend.

pros and cons!¡

manila and sort of bonten mikey in a bunch! + black! Fem Reader.

WARNINGS!!: Choking, oral(male receiving) , spanking, dirty talk, public masturbation.

NOT PROOF READ

Mikey is not a pure soul. He’s a gang member and leader.

Mikey has had men killed by his and his lackeys hands.

Anyone who knows Mikey would think he’s not boyfriend material.

You thought that too actually. Boy did he prove you wrong.

You are by Mikey at non important times. When it comes to meetings and you want to go out and run errands or you’re just by yourself for the day, he hires a body guard just for his girl.

as Mikeys girl friend, you have a high status when it comes to the gang. They pay you respect as to being the only girl and their leaders girl.

Mikey loves to call you pretty girl, your nickname, pretty, baby.

the bad thing about dating Mikey is that you are always on the move from the cops. Mikey swore up and down to not get you dragged in whatever messes he had going on. The more you two went out the more you were seen in public. You were now on the same radar as Mikey.

Now what Mikey did not know is that you were high maintenance. Nails, Hair, Lashes, Clothes, waxes, gifts. One of the main reasons Kokonoi despises you. You were taking all the damn money.

Motorcycle rides are the best with you two. Conversations about life and what you guys want to do in the future.

Mikey has never been annoyed with you. He feels as if your presence is the most important thing in the world.

You do have a mouth on you though. All of the members of bonten know that. Your slick remarks when someone asks and obvious question when talking to your boyfriend. It makes Mikey laugh in his head. He has to keep his composure infront of his gang.

How does Mikey deal with your mouth when it comes to him and your smart statements? Oh he chokes you.

Back pressed against his chest, right hand on your neck applying pressure and left hand messing with your clit.

“m’ sorry Jiro..” You choked out, lack of air disrupting your words.

“ I told you about your mouth when you talk to me.” Mikey said, Stoic expression on his face. Applying more pressure to your neck, you gasp. Your airway being cut off slightly.

“Sad. So pretty with a bad mouth, maybe I should fuck it.” Mikey slid the hand that was under your new pink skirt up and wiped your slick across your tits. Nipples hardening from the touch.

“B-baby I won’t do it again!” You pleaded. You were never scared of Mikey, he never intimidated you. When you seen how he acted in bed, you couldn’t believe that was your same sweet, quiet, gang leader boyfriend :( .

Days where you were limping around the mansion, voice would be gone , hickeys on your neck and thigh, bit marks turning purple on your brown skin.

You roughed Mikey up a little too, just not in the way he has you at his knees begging to fucking cum.

You would get in trouble for small things with Mikey. Knowing you are on a radar you love playing around in broad daylight.

Mikey would have you deep throating him just because your skirt or dress was too short. Spank you because you had a bad mouth. Edged you just because you had stroked his dick in public. you know SMALL things !

SMALL DRABBLE DOWN BELOW!

“Stop moving.” Mikey said, one hand placed firmly onto your wrists. “M-Mikey!” You whined and dragged out his name. “You’re lucky I am a very well collected man.” He said, taking his free hand to yank your panties he had just bought you.

“You don’t get dick tonight, gonna slut this ‘lil pussy out and leave you wet and frustrated.”

[goldengirliez]

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

Idea from this drabble! ☆

02:53 pm

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

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

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

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

Just like today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"'jiro, what's wrong?"

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

"Please, make them shut the fuck up".

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

That's what Mikey needs right now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He loved the sound of that.

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

I hope you enjoyed reading this drabble!

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

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

©GOLDENGIRLIEZ do not repost or modify on any platform.

[leithvit]

Sketching warmups gone wrong and turned out in tokyo rev brainrot so hold this🤲

[meoryart]

「MANJIROOO」

Live laugh love Manjirooooo

[baby-tini]

I just know kanto Mikey says the meanest shit in bed 😞

You're not too off, here are things that Multiple!Mikeys would say to you in bed~

Toman!Mikey- -"Mm mm, say it again... go on, you could say it once, so you can say it again."

-"It feels that good that it has you crying, huh baby?"

-"Inside where, baby? Inside what? You have too tell me where you want me too put my fingers, can you do that for me?"

-"That's it baby, ride it just like that... mhm, move your hips just like that."

-"Don't push me away, you can take it, you've done it before."

Manila!Mikey- -"Keep talking to me like that, and I'll really give you something too scream about."

-"Say thank you. Say, "thank you for discipling me Manjiro.""

-"What happened to that smartass attitude, huh? Where'd that go?"

-"You really gonna roll your eyes at me? Ok... get your ass over here."

-"Please do, please give me a reason too bruise that pretty little ass, go on."

Kanto!Mikey- -"What have I told you about that whining shit?"

-"Maybe I should just leave you here, and let you think about how disrespectful you've been."

-"Ask me nicely for what you want angel."

-"When you decide too behave, then you can speak."

-"No, none of that "mm mm" "mhm" shit. Speak."

Bonten!Mikey- -"Open, let me see... good, now swallow."

-"Now you're behaving? You only apologize when your face is pressed against my desk, huh?"

-"Answer me princess, I want you too tell me why I should let you cum right now."

-"You gonna put on a show for my executives sweetheart, yeah?"

-"You obviously don't wanna cum that bad if you can't say please angel."

Racer!Mikey- -"Look at my pretty baby, you're just so impatient, huh?"

-"Don't act all shy now, princess, say please."

-"You're so eager too taste yourself, huh baby?... Yeah? Now you know how I feel."

-"C'mere baby, come ride my tongue."

-"All you had too do was ask baby, you don't need too tug at my hand pretty girl."

[intheafterall]

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time, rock you strong in these arms of mine. Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow. We're like fire and gasoline. I'm no good for you, you're no good for me. We only bring each other tears and sorrow, but tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow. -Chris Young-

[dlscenarios]

Sit On It - manila!Mikey x afab!Reader SMUT | Tokyo Revengers

Literally just a drabble of my own headcanons from a couple months ago -> Link

MDNI

Cw: AFAB receiving oral, Sitting on Mikey's face, Mikey's kind of a simp for u ngl

Tired, dark eyes stayed on you as you shut the bedroom door. Mikey sat on the edge of the bed, having been waiting for you to come home, kicking his feet. He smiled as he held his arms out towards you.

"Welcome home." His hands latched onto your waist as you got closer. You ruffled his short black hair as you grinned back.

"Hi love." You greeted before leaning down, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

Mikey looked up at you, love filling his usually dull, void-like eyes, "I wanna do something."

"What?"

Manjiro pulled away and flopped onto his back, arms spread out.

"I wanna make my angel know how much I worship them," He pointed to his face, "Sit on it, darling."

Manjiro Sano was never one to be defied. So, you quickly got undressed and straddled him. He hooked his strong arms over your thighs, pulling you closer to his awaiting mouth.

He placed a few gentle kisses to your lower lips before his fingers spread you open a little, Manjiro's tongue immediately connecting to your clit. His eyes stayed glued to your face, taking in your every expression.

He looked so handsome. His short hair was fanned out on the bed, his subtle moans as his tongue entered you, taking in every part of you. Your moans, your scent, your taste.

Doing this with you was his favorite thing in the world. Nothing could top pleasing his angel.