#manjiro x m!reader

[tenjikyu]

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ bonten!mikey x male!rockstar!reader , reader plays guitar in a band , reader dresses more grunge as that’s the bands theme , think nana osaki from nana bc she’s the inspo for the fic , very lighthearted, tryna let poor bonten!mikey catch a break , slight sexual references but nothing actually happens , bonten is a lil ooc bc they all act like family but it’s okay bc it’s bonten.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BONTEN ARC, NOT REALLY BUT WARNING JUST IN CASE. (honestly it’s not spoilers at all bc it’s pretty fanon in comparison to the canon bonten timeline.)

“cmon mikey, get outta the apartment for once in your life that isn’t to go to headquarters!” rindou pouts at his boss.

manjiro really didn’t know what he expected when he decided all the executives should move into a massive penthouse together. sure it was good for his health to be around others and not coop himself up in agony, but he didn’t exactly like the idea of being dragged out whenever his lackeys felt like it.

“not intrested, leave me alone.” manjiro says, attempting to make his way to his bedroom. to go see a band he rarely listened to? who goes to a concert when you don’t give a shit about them to begin with?

sure he’s heard all about the gorgous female lead singer and the hot as fuck guitarist. (Y/N), right? manjiro couldn’t remember nor did he really care to.

“but i bought us all front row tickets to see Black Rose so we could witness how hot Hiroko Asato issss” ran attempted to persuade the stubborn bonten leader.

it wasn’t working.

“i’m looking forward to seeing her outfits up close. from what i’ve heard, she wears pure designer.” kokonoi adds onto the conversation.

“cmon mikey, it’s only one night. if you hate it that much i can drive you back to the penthouse.” kakucho, ever the resolver, bargains with the pouting leader.

“…” manjiro stays silent. ‘it’s just one night i guess, plus it means that i’d have them off my ass for at least a month’ he reasons with himself.

“alright, let’s get going then.” he says, the rest of the executives silently fist bumping the air rn.

the wait to get into the stadium was a bitch, however with a little bit of force, the bonten executives managed to get inside ahead of time.

koko ordered the drinks, kakucho and mochi reserved the spots and the haitani brothers were chatting up some vip ladies in scandalous dresses. meanwhile mikey is . . .

umm . . .

wait.

“oh, hey! are you lost..?”

you do your best to keep cool with the fact that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in japan was in your personal changing room.

“the show doesn’t start for another 2 hours, can i help you to your seat? i wouldn’t mind.” you offer, keeping careful of how you talk.

the hotshots of bonten’s identities had been long revealed to the public, however people were too afraid to really report their whereabouts to authorities. many stories of people who had revealed their location that day were swiftly eliminated, even before the news of their position were made public.

and so, knowing that the tatoo on this rather depressed looking man’s neck was a bad sign, you decided to just adhere to whatever he might need.

you were already dressed, the iconic vivienne westwood jewellery hanging from every inch of your body. each member of your band had a significant brand to them, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to be seen decked out in the iconic space themed jewellery. you had always loved the style, and it seemed the mafia boss was equally as intrigued in your designer pieces. you even had their logo imprinted onto your guitar.

“no, i’m okay.” manjiro only replied, his eyes not leaving the necklace that rested gently on your chest.

he didn’t really know why he snuck into the private quarters of the band. perhaps it was to escape his ever-so-annoying underlings?

or perhaps, a little part of him wanted to catch a glimpse of you.

apart from the obvious favourite of the band, the lead singer AS well as the only girl in the band, you were a favourite among listeners.

you had women and men alike screaming your name and begging for skin-on autographs. despite being a dude yourself, you had other guys begging you to sign their tailbone (which you had to politely decline).

manjiro understood why, as you were definitely easy on the eyes. your amazing sense of fashion and your toned body didn’t help.

“uhm.. are you feeling okay? you seem a bit dazed.” you question. in reality, the man was just dead on staring into your soul, scaring the living shit outta you.

“yes, i’m alright.” he finally responds.

.

. .

. . .

“here, take a seat.” you finally break the silence. why was he here? you didn’t think that a guy like him would have time to sit around some flashy concert. sure, you were a big band but let’s be real, shouldn’t he be at his headquarters shooting peoples heads in?

alas, you knew better then to question it.

and so, you order in some glasses of alcohol and begin chatting. you spoke about your career, how your band came to be and about dreams.

you aren’t entirely sure why you were discussing this sort of shit with a random mafia leader who could probably give less then a shit about you, however he seemed almost enamoured with your conversation.

you felt bad for talking his ear off, especially since you now only had about 45 minutes till showtime and you STILL hadn’t tuned your guitar, however he didn’t seem to care.

everytime you stopped talking, manjiro almost.. glared? at you? as if he was offended that you stopped talking.

unbeknownst to you, manjiro loved listening to you talk. the way you worded things and your voice overall was heavenly to his ears.

the piercings that decorated your skin were appealing to the man. the chain from your ear to you lips especially looked so… attractive to him.

“(Y/N) C’MON, WE’RE ON IN 10” you could hear toru, your drummer, scream out to you.

“SHIT! MY GUITAR” you freaked. HOW did you forget your guitar??

“i’ll come visit after the show.” manjiro says, exiting the room.

“oh, oka-“ before you had the chance to finish your sentence, he vanished.

well, now you couldn’t WAIT for the show to finish!

after the show had ended, you packed up the rest of your gear. your manager had popped in and taken your stage clothes back to the studio before bidding farewell.

as you sat around in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt (inspo - don’t feel like you have to imagine this.) , you paitently waited for the white haired mafia boss to sneak back into your private room.

why were you even waiting? he was probably bullshitting you anyways. why would someone as busy as manjiro sano give a fuck about what you were doi-

“yo.” a cheeky grin graces his face, looking back at you.

note to self : doubt gets you nowhere!

“hey manjiro, enjoy the show?” you ask the man, automatically getting comfortable in his presence. you didn’t exactly know why you felt so relaxed around him, considering his rather infamous reputation, but you just did.

“yeah, you’re certainly the best in your band though. could go solo and still be famous if you wanted.” he replies, automatically heating your face up.

“cmon (Y/N), let’s get going already. i’m tired.” he winged to you in a childlike manner.

“okay.. WAIT—HUH?? where am i going?” you shriek, having no idea that he actually PLANNED to leave this place with you in tow.

“back to my place. duh. i don’t just talk to anybody for fun unless i plan to shoot them in the head an hour later.” he responds in a nonchalant voice.

this boy is gonna be the death of you, literally or figuratively? only time will tell.

regardless of how much you declined the offer, the man ends up dragging you out to the expensive limo that was owned by bonten. not only were you dragged into the car, you were squished in between the boss and 2nd in command of the syndicate, haruchiyo sanzu.

not that you were complaining, the pink haired dude was hot as fuck.

there were many things that occurred that night :

• at 1am, you arrived at their shared headquarters, completely baffled that they all lived together. you decided that you would NOT mention anything that might offend anyone in the room right now.

• at 2am, you were drinking alcohol more pricey then your stage guitar. you weren’t by any means on the poor side, but these men lived a new version of luxury.

• at 3am, you were playing pool with the haitani brothers and sanzu. you lost. miserably.

• at 4am, you were half naked and making out with manjiro sano on his own bed. you didn’t expect the high and mighty manjiro sano to be so submissive in the bedroom.

wait…

“HUH??” WHY WERE YOU IN MANJIRO SANO’S BEDROOM?? WHY WERE YOU IN NOTHING BUT BOXERS?? WHY DID MANJIRO SANO HAVE BITE MARKS ALONG HIS NECK??

“relax dummy, nothing went beyond tongue action.” a mop of platinum hair grumbles beneath the duvet covers.

thank fuck.

‘wait. what time is it?’ you ponder, taking a look at the clock next to the bed. 3:45pm. just how much did you drink to wake up this late?

before you had anymore time to think about it, you feel a thin but strong arm yank you back under the covers,

and come face to face with a pouty mafia leader.

as if on instinct, you pull his head gently into your chest, cradling his head like he’s a porcelain doll. his arms wrap around you as he nuzzled into your body closer, seeking your warmth and comfort.

it doesn’t quite dawn on you that your cuddling a man you literally met yesterday. not because you’re naive or dense, but because it just felt right to be in each others arms.

it’s not until mochi wakes the both of you up for dinner that you reopen your eyes, realising you hadn’t moved since you got dragged down.

it’s an all out war getting manjiro to leave his bed, but when you’re swiftly abducted by the haitani brothers, he’s up and ready, chasing the idiots around claiming they ‘stole his baby.”

well, that’s one way to get a boyfriend!

[ffics-mp4]

Banned – Manjiro/Mikey x reader anime: tokyo revengers wc 886 – gn!reader

cw; toman!mikey, aged up a bit in my head. I'm new to the Tokyo Revengers fandom and haven't read the manga, so please excuse me if this doesn't fit into the narrative.

You squinted at Takemichy, who was smiling awkwardly despite the obvious sweat on his collar as Hina dragged him into your bakery, which had been abandoned by any and all members of Toman for the last week.

“How nice to see you!” you greeted them both, not wanting Hina to worry.

She smiled cheerfully. “Good afternoon, y/n!” Her attention was redirected to the display case of baked goods, and you smiled genuinely at how she licked her lips. “Everything looks so good…”

��I’m glad to hear.” While she was busy, you got back to squinting at Takemichy. “Takemitchy,” you said, emphasis on the second T. “The guys seem to be busy lately, my sales have gone down severely from the lack of hungry idiots.”

He gulped, chuckling very unnaturally. “I’m just glad Mikey finally found you, I wasn’t sure when you two...”

You frowned a little, tilting your head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Takemichy shook his head, sighing to loosen up a little. “Mikey really… cares about you- your safety! A-and I think he worried the flow of gang members would disturb you.”

Hina straightened up, making a tsk sound and shaking her head. “Is that why you would barely come with me today? Did Mikey forbid all Toman members from going here or something stupid like that? Emma actually texted me that Draken acted all weird after she asked him to come here together, isn’t that-”

Takemichy could only watch in terror as anger flooded your eyes. The boss was not going to like this.

Mikey strolled into the bakery that same evening, whistling lightly with his hands in his pockets. You barely glanced up at him before busying yourself with the reports for today’s sales.

“Hi.”

“Mm,” you mumbled incoherently. He blinked at you, lifting an eyebrow just slightly at the lack of attention.

“Busy day?”

“Not particularly.”

He leaned closer, over the counter, to look at what you were writing. “Good. What’s that?”

Slamming your hands on the counter, you finally looked at him with gritted teeth and a scrunched nose, which he shouldn’t have found so endearing. “It’s not good!” Seeing him almost smile made you even angrier, and you pointed at his chest, harshly. “I know what you did, Manjiro!”

His head tilted, looking pretty careless. “What did I do, babe?”

Moving into the bakery, you could hear him opening the staff door to follow you. “What do you think happens when half of my usual customers don’t come here anymore?”

“There’s more for me.”

With the most disbelieving look you could muster, you turned to him again. “Well yeah, ‘cause I don’t sell anything!”

The dopey smile on his face as he took a deep breath of the lingering smell from the leftover bags in the back made you huff, about to turn and get him one, when he held your wrist, loosely pulling you back to him. “Can I have some? It smells so good.”

You nearly melted as he pushed his nose into your neck, taking another deep breath to smell the mix of perfume and a full workday in the bakery. “Mikey…”

“I don’t want them to come see you. Only I get to see you,” he whined, only admitting it because you couldn’t see his face.

With a scoff, you stubbornly tried not to lean into his touch too much as his hands crept around your waist despite being obstructed by the thick apron. “I need customers. We can’t… do this if you disturb my business.”

Mikey knew once again that this conversation should not be turning him on, but he sure liked hearing you put your foot down. With a pouty huff, he leaned back to look you in the eyes for a heartbeat too long before nodding. “I’ll lift the ban.”

“Great.” Satisfied, you tried again to turn away and finish closing up, but Mikey’s hands were stuck to you.

“Just because I want to… do this doesn’t mean you get to order me around,” he insisted, then pressed his lips against yours in a passionate hurry. He led you backwards into the bakery section without breaking the kiss, and you only barely managed to push him away before he urged you up on the table.

“You can help yourself to the leftovers while I close up. If you’d like to… you know, stay the night.”

Mikey grinned triumphantly, pecking your cheek before finally letting go to open the first paper bag he saw and get to munching. “Thanks.”

The next morning, Mikey left with a promise that he’d ask the Toman members to keep buying from you. You happily opened the shop and welcomed your dayworker, cheering to yourself when the first group of two Toman members came by.

And then another two came. Then three. Eventually, it looked like a whole division had stopped by in total during the day, all behaving very nicely and turning their pockets inside out for coins to buy from you. Slightly concerned, you asked Mitsuya what Mikey had said.

The man’s soft chuckle almost cured your concern, but then he proceeded to inform you that Mikey split the whole gang into groups so that everyone had one day a week they had to come buy something from you.

He's persistent, that love of yours.

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[mattsundaes]

congrats on the milestone !! so exciting !! ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა can i request manjiro sano + leather + magenta ? & congrats again !! ♡

(ahhhh thank you so much!!!!!!)

manjiro sano x f!reader

c: 18+ ONLY, smut, timeskip mikey, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, car sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling kink (m!receiving), praise kink, flirting with a traffic violation or two

“So what do you think?”

Mikey glances over at you from the driver’s seat of his new car, flexing his fingers over the gear lever. Beside him, the sunset’s bright bloom of colors filters in through the tinted windows, leaving the edges of his dark hair outlined in a vibrant flare of magenta.

You shrug and respond in a teasing voice, “Feels safer riding around on four wheels, but…the bike does look sexier.”

He raises his eyebrows, eyes alight with a familiar look of mischief as he revs the engine at a stop light and repeats, “Safer?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his arm, but he catches your wrist before you can pull it away, brushing a chaste kiss against the back of your hand. You suppress the urge to shiver, though judging by the way you can feel him grin against your skin, you’ve done a poor job at it.

“I mean, statistically speaking...”

Mikey playfully bites at one of your knuckles, and you retaliate by freeing your hand and tugging on his hair.

“Well now you’re about to make this much less safe,” he warns you, voice dropping an octave.

Letting your fingers trace the hinge of his jaw before primly placing your hand back into your lap, you tease, “What, did that hurt?”

An amused sound leaves his mouth, and he places his hand atop your bare thigh. “You know exactly what that does.”

Fingertips dancing along the hem of your skirt, he slowly begins to slide his hand beneath the thin material, climbing even higher up your leg. Eyes widening a fraction, you glance over at him, but his expression remains neutral as he stares at the road ahead, left hand curled around the steering wheel. 

“Mikey.”

“Hmm?” Nonplussed, he skims a finger over the soft cotton of your underwear, dragging it along the soft, plush heat between your thighs.

“This feels a little—” you inhale sharply as he plucks at the elastic, letting it snap back against your skin. “Backward.”

He grins, car slowing to a stop at another light. “I only need one hand to drive.”

Any remaining argument dies on your lips, replaced by a choked out whimper when he hooks a finger in your panties and tugs them aside, dragging a finger through your damp folds. A jolt of pleasure trails up your spine, and you subconsciously spread your legs wider for him. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs as you relax into the seat.

“Someone’s going to see,” you breathe out, though you’re not sure if you could ask him to stop at this point, your entire body taut like a livewire made of tension and need as he slowly teases your plump clit. 

“The windows are tinted for a reason.” He slides a finger into your tight cunt, groaning as you whine and rock your hips into his touch. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked.”

The car rumbles down the road, and Mikey smoothly takes the next turn, the steering wheel sliding along his palm as he plunges a second finger into your drenched hole. Your pussy greedily takes him in, entrance fluttering around the welcome stretch of both digits as he breaches your sensitive, saturated walls. Biting your lower lip, you let your head fall back against the headrest, the scent of new leather crawling up your nose as you inhale deeply. 

“What if I make a mess?” you ask him, your short skirt already bunched up from the way you’re now shamelessly trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. 

“I’m not worried about that,” he calmly responds, your cunt wetly squelching in time with his repeated thrusts.

You could let him keep coasting, your legs spread wide as he finger fucks you till you’re squirting all over his brand new leather seats, his eyes calmly on the road in front of him all the while. 

But you’re all in on this now, and you’re feeling a little greedy as you watch Mikey reach down and adjust himself in his jeans at a red light—

“Find somewhere quiet to pull over, Manjiro,” you whisper, though his name comes out as more of a broken moan than anything else as he teases your engorged clit.

Mikey needs no further instruction, the car engine revving louder as he leans his foot heavier on the gas, the car eventually slowing to a stop in a deserted parking lot behind a shopping center a few minutes later. Throwing the car into park, he hardly has time to push his seat back before you’re climbing into his lap, your mouths a wet tangle of tongues and lips and teeth as he grasps the back of your head and kisses you hard.

He groans as you start grinding against his erection, chasing the pleasure that shudders through you and panting into his mouth. Your fingers fumble with the zipper of his jeans, sticky arousal dripping down your thighs as you finally wrap your fingers around his hard, flushed cock.

It’s a tight squeeze—straddling Mikey’s lap in the driver’s seat, your movements limited to the confines of the narrow car’s interior. But as you lower your slick pussy down onto his thick, throbbing length, you can’t be bothered to care about the way the steering wheel presses into your back or the way your knee is crammed against the door. 

Every other thought in your mind goes quiet, rendered inconsequential in comparison to the hungry look in Mikey’s eyes and the rough, wrecked tone of his voice as he rasps, “You feel so fucking good.”

His thumbs press firmly into your hip bones as he grasps your waist, murmuring a filthy cascade of praise as you moan for him, riding his cock hard enough to shake the car. Mikey’s mouth moves against yours in a messy kiss as he meets your desperation in kind, hips snapping upward as his cock punches even deeper into your slick cunt.

One of your hands releases its grip on the front of Mikey’s shirt, fingers sliding up the back of his neck and threading into his silky black hair. You can feel the way he tenses under your touch, cunt pulsing around his shaft in satisfaction at the groan that leaves him when you tug at the strands. Mikey’s grip on your hips tightens, and he quickens the pace of his thrusts, pounding up into you.

“Come for me,” he pants, the wanton tenor of his voice dripping down your nervous system with the consistency of warm honey.

Your field of vision goes white as pleasure explodes within you, the coil in your chest unfurling like a whip under the shuddering force of your orgasm. Mikey fucks you through it, cock sliding in and out of you as you moan into his mouth, your walls spasming and contracting frantically around his length.

And then he’s throwing his head back, the tendons in his neck straining while he lifts himself out of the seat and comes with a shout, cock lodged to the hilt in your soaked, velvety walls. Hot cum fills your cunt, spurting deep inside of you as your slick hole milks every last drop from him.

You’re both quiet for a few moments afterward, save for the sound of your tired, heavy breathing, neither of you in a rush to move as his cock softens inside of you.

Eventually, Mikey begins to gently caress your cheek and murmurs, “...So now what do you think?”

Lifting your head up from where it’s resting against his shoulder, you glance past him, a thoughtful look on your face. “I think we still need to test out the back seat.”

[baby-tini]

Dark Manila Mikey hcs please 🥺🥺

Of course love ❤️ TW- noncon, abuse, kidnapping

-Manila Mikey at this point in his life has killed all his friends and turned away from everyone. Shut everything out, so because of this.. I don't really see him taking a childhood friend with him. Manila Mikey, is the most likely to kill you, if you become to much of a hassel or he grows bored, he'll kill you, just like he did to his friends.

-You mostly likely were in the Philippines at the time and caught his attention. Maybe it was your looks or the way you dress or possibly just because he was lonely, either way, you have something that he wants. He'd start off with watching you. Leaning your schedule and where you work, he won't come into your life, he keeps low until he kidnaps you.

-During his stay in the Philippines, I feel like he picked up some Filipino or even English. So if you are a native speaker of either, that works for him. But even if you don't speak English, Filipino or Japanease, it doesn't really matter, Mikey is very observant and he picks up on context clues, so I'm sure he'll figure it out. I'm sure though, that he expects you to learn one of the three. He's fluent in Japanese so he'll help with that but I feel like (if he does speak English it's very broken) he gets irritated, especially now, at this point in his life. So, in turn, he'll lash out at you for not knowing something.

-Manila Mikey will kidnap you, he probably has a small apartment but it's fine cause you won't be walking around anyway. He'll keep you in his bedroom, probably chained to the metal bed frame. For the first few days he doesn't talk to you, just feeds you and watches you.

-Manila Mikey (imo) will absolutely non-consensually touch and kiss you. He might not force you to have sex with him (in the beginning), but you have no say when he wants to cuddle or hug you. If you do refuse, he will slap you, he'll grab you by the throat and squeeze. He won't say anything, he'll just hold intense eye-contact with you until you break and let him touch you.

-Manila Mikey will be with you all the time, he gives you no privacy, ever. He'll bathe you, dress you, make you food, he might even brush your teeth for you. He wants you to rely on him. He needs complete dependency, you're the only one he actually doesn't put up a front, in front of.

-It had happened while you were on his lap, he forced you there, while he was watching TV, his grip was tight and uncomfortable, so you started to wiggle away, his grip got tighter to stop you but you still kept moving. So he pulled you off him by your hair, forcing you to your knees and taking out his cock, "If you bite me, I'll blow your fucking brains out, do you understand me?" It was the only warning he gave before pressing down on your cheeks and sliding into your throat. He'll use your hair as leverage to face-fuck you, occasionally pushing you all the way down on him and humping your face. If he's feeling mean, he'll pinch your nose closed, while fucking your throat.

- While I did state he MIGHT not force himself on you (sometimes he doesn't care) he will pull your panties down and jerk off on you, he'll do it while you're asleep because he won't have to worry about you struggling or trying to push him away. Mikey likes it messy, so he'll cum on your thighs and stomach, sometimes when he's about to cum, he'll rub the head of his cock on your clit and cum on your pussy, making sure it gets inside. Taking his thumb he'll rub your clit as he pushes just the tip in so that he's smearing his cum on you and causing you to squirt on his cock.

-Manila Mikey is pretty distant, you sometimes don't see him for days on end, he'll leave food while you're sleeping and that's it. You don't know if he's in the house or not, while he's there it's not much better, he's quick to lash out and hit you. Just the rejection of cuddling will land you with a busted lip.

[mytaiyakeylover]

Stop it!! This was adorable!😭❤️

i know we just met, but i love you

synopsis: love at first sight with the tokyo revengers men.

characters: manjiro 'mikey' sano, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno

genre: fluff

warnings: none (i think...?)

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"ken-chinnnn" the leader of the toman whined at his taller friend. draken rolled his eyes in response, "no mikey, drop it."

"come onnnn-" the said man pouted exaggeratedly, "what did i do wrong?"

"nothing." the delinquent replied taking his wallet out of the pocket of his jacket, "you just don't need to eat twenty-five taiyaki."

"sorry to bother you but there are a lot of people who are waiting take their orders so if you could-" daiki, as it was written on his name tag, tried to cut them off from behind the counter.

for the past ten minutes, the two delinquents were arguing about their order. draken wanted to buy mikey five taiyaki, while mikey wanted his friend to buy him twenty-five of them.

draken turned his head to the cashier, "yeah, so five taiyaki and-"

"twenty-five taiyaki." "damn you-"

"hurry up! unlike other people, some of us have important things to do!" a customer yelled from the back of the line.

manjiro snapped his head to the back of the line, narrowing his eyes at the older man who had just yelled at him. "see now you're making people angry, mikey. 'm not gonna spend ¥5,272 on snacks."

"i need to eat a lot if i want to be taller!"

"for the last time. you won't get taller! you are at your maximum height!"

"alright! i'm not going through this again." a soft voice cut both of them before they could start the same argument they had 2 minutes ago. "daiki, i'll pay for their order- just make his goddamn snacks, please."

when manjiro turned to look at the person who 'saved his life', he felt like he has just died and miraculously came back to life as he made eye contact with you.

you were... pretty.

his eyes were set on you, taking in every single detail he could as if he was scared to forget how you look the second he'll look away.

"thank you, but that's not necessary!" draken politely thanked you as you grabbed your fidelity card of the small shop.

"don't worry about it! after all, those fidelity points have to be used for something." you waved him off, looking back at daiki, "could you also add my regular oder with that, please daiki?"

"o-of course, (y/n)!" the young worker quickly tapped your oder in the computer, a red hue covering his cheeks when you smiled at him.

"mikey, what do you say?" draken looked at his friend, hinting him to thank you, but his words fell into deaf ears as mikey kept looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.

"mikey?" He nudged the said man's shoulder trying to snap him out of his thoughts, only to be ignored once more.

the tall blond dropped the smile as he turned to his friend hitting the side of his head, finally snapping him out of his thoughts, "mikey!"

"um? what?" mikey barely glanced at draken when he responded, his heartbeat increasing when you looked back at him with your receipt in hand.

"i said, what do you say to the girl who just bought you your snacks?" he replied, glancing between the two of you clearly wondering why his friend was acting weird all of the sudden.

"marry me."

ken ryuguji never whipped his head to look at his friend so fast in his life. What the hell did he just said?!

you felt your face warm up at his words, chuckling as you walk past him, placing your hand on his shoulder, "do you ask every girl who buys you snacks to marry you?"

manjiro felt like he was in heaven when you stood closer to him. how can someone be so pretty and be so nice and smell so good and be so pretty at the same time.

"what?" toman's leader came back down to earth when you handed him the box filled of taiyaki. "did i say that out loud?" manjiro mumbled, frowning to himself. before looking back at you, just to see you making your way outside. "hey- wait!"

he tossed the snacks at draken jogging to meet you outside of the shop. "w-wait!"

you turned to look at him, the soft summer breeze sweating through your hair, leaving your face completely out in the open, "yes?"

"you're (y/n), right?" he asked remembering how the cashier called you when you were ordering, "i'm mikey..." he wanted to say something else but the words got caught in his throat when you smiled at him.

"nice to meet you, mikey" you replied before your eyes drifted behind him to the small group of guys that were looking at the two of you intensely, the 'ken-chin' guy from earlier standing with them. "i think your friends are waiting for you"

manjiro glanced back to see his best friends looking at them with knowing looks on their faces, "never mind them- this is- you are more important."

you looked away from him, his intense eye contact making your face feel warm, "you really know how to talk to girls you know?"

"thank you for earlier... the snacks and all..."

"that was 2 months worth of fidelity points- you better eat every single one of those taiyaki" you playfully warned the gang leader.

"don't worry about that..!" mikey replied knowing damn well that he will inhale those snacks. "can i walk you home? it's going to get dark soon- wouldn't want my wife to get attacked or something!"

wife?!

you suppress a smile at his words, "of course, wouldn't want it to get dark at 2 pm, and then get attacked by who knows what next to a bakery."

"exactly! let's go, wifey!"

takashi mitsuya

"what did you say you're brother's name was?" you asked the crying girl in front of you.

"...t- taka-shi" the small girl sobbed in your shoulder as you gently patted her head.

"alright and what's your name?" you gently asked as you scanned the area trying to find someone who looked like they had just lost their child.

"i- i- i'm mana"

"you have a really pretty name, you know?" you smiled fondly at the girl as you whipped the tears of her face with your thumbs.

"really?"

"heck yeah! it's a badass name!" you felt relief wash over you when you saw a smile spread across the kid's face, "i'm (y/n) and i'm gonna help you find your brother alright?"

"thank you..." she mumbled quietly.

"you're going to hop on my shoulders and tell me when you see your brother okay?" the girl looked up at you with stars in her eyes, you pulled mana on your shoulder, her small hands on your head.

you walked for a good 15 minutes before mana tapped your head with on hand while the other pointed toward an unknown man in the crowd of person, "they're there! that's draken!"

draken? wasn't her brother's name takashi? you wondered as you put mana to the ground your hand grabbing hers just in case she got lost again.

"mana!" a little girl's voice called out as you arrived next to the very tall guy with a dragon tattoo on his head. the small girl that looked very similar to mana hugged tightly the younger girl.

"mitsuya! ' found her" the tall guy called out for someone else behind him. the 'mitsuya' guy appeared from behind the 'draken' guy not long after he called out from him. the purple haired teen practically attacked his sister with a hug, sighing in relief.

"don't ever do that again, mana." he gently scaled his younger sister, "you could've gotten lost and we would've been really sad, al-?"

"it's fine! (y/n) helped me find you!" she pointed her finger at her. mitsuya ruffled his sister's hair, before straightening up to thank the person that help his mini-him, "thank you so mu..."

he felt like the world had stopped moving. like it was only the two of them in the middle of the festival. takashi mitsuya was in a trance. he was simply mesmerized by the sight of you.

"it's no problem, really! " you softly smiled at him, "your sister is a real angel-"

anything else you said after wasn't even registered but the delinquent in front of you. he was usually so good at this- talking to people was what he did best so... why couldn't he utter a single word for you.

his cheeks were red, his palm were sweaty, why was he anxious?- he was hanging on everything you did. even if he felt like he had forgotten how to speak, your voice felt like melody to his ears.

he snapped out of his trance when someone nudge his shoulder. mitsuya glanced at draken beside him, suddenly remembering that they weren't alone and that you were talking to him.

you looked at him with a puzzled look, "are you alright?

your question made him overthink about everything that happened in the last 2 minutes of your meeting. Did he look like a creep?

"i- i- great."

the hell was that takashi? he cursed himself.

darken cleared his throat, holding back his laugh. he brought his fist to his mouth faking coughs as he muttered a small, "real smooth, mitsuya".

you chuckled at his friend's comment, making mitsuya straighten up, you pulled out your hand for him to shake.

"let's start over, alright? i'm (y/n)... you're takashi right?"

draken stepped up clearly expecting his friend to be to lost in space to answer you, "he prefers mitsuya-"

"takashi's fine!" the said man interjected, as he quickly grabbed your hand to shake it, sending one of his pretty smile in your direction.

"i-"

"are you going to marry my brother?" he couldn't catch a break could he? luna asked you with big eyes.

you chuckled softly at her words, "how about this... i will give my number to your brother. then we'll go out to eat something to talk about marriage alright?"

"yes!" the girl tightly hugged your leg as you said that.

"does that sound like a plan to you, takashi?" yes!

mitsuya hurriedly started to look in his pocket for a pen, when draken pulled one out of his pocket with a piece of paper and handed it to the purple haired boy, "there you go, casanova"

takashi handed you the paper and the pen, before you wrote your name with your phone number on it.

"see y'a soon, taka! bye, mana don't get lost again alright?"

as soon as you were out of sight takashi turned to draken with a stern look, "not a word about this, alright?"

"you're crazy!" draken crackled putting his hand in his pocket, "i'm going to tell everyone!"

"draken!"

"as your wingman i feel like it's my responsibility-"

"no it is not!"

chifuyu matsuno

"hurry up, chifuyu!" takemichi yelled at his friend. they couldn't be late. not for that.

"how come you are slow as hell during a fight, yet you sprint your life on a sunday at 8 am?" the blond joked as he calmly walked behind takemichi with not a care in the world.

"come on! we're gonna be late!" he repeated hurriedly before stopping abruptly while looking around him.

"late to what?" chifuyu yawned, before looking at his friend, who stood there looking around, up and down as if his brain had finally snapped, "you alright?"

"alright stand here and don't move." takemichi moved the delinquent around so that he would stand in the middle of a park- an empty park.

"did you finally snapped or...?" he asked when the time traveler started to back away from him, "are you going to kill me? is this really how it's gonna end-"

"watch out!"

a voice yelled, but it was too late.

a ball directly hit his face, knocking chifuyu to the dirty ground, his eyes closing due to the shock.

it took him a couple of seconds before finally opening his eyes again, only to realize that he was in heaven. the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life held his head in her hands, her index and middle finger pressed against the front of his neck just below his jaw- making sure that his heart was still beating.

"oh- thank god! you're not dead!"

"are you an angel?" chifuyu mumbled placing his hand on top of yours- making sure you were real, "am i in heaven?"

you let a breathy chuckle at his words, "you're cute- but no you're not dead... i kicked a ball in your face- unintentionally of course!"

his eyes finally focused on you, remembering what had happened. he blinked a couple of time, his eyes scanning your face- a pretty girl's face... so close to his face with her hands on his face and his hands on her hand-

what?!

chifuyu's face became as red a tomato straitening his posture to apologize for touching you without your authorization, "i'm so sorry-"

his head came in contact with your head, making you pull back immediately from the blond. "ow! i told you i didn't do it on purpose!" you groan holding your head with your hands.

chifuyu gasped in horror at his own clumsiness as he placed a hand on the back of your head. hopping that the coldness of it would help you a little, "i'm sorry! i swear i didn't mean it! please hit me again so that we're even!"

...what? now why would he say that?

"what? what's wrong with you?! do you get turn on by getting hit or something?!"

chifuyu panically looked around to search takemichi so that he could help him. when he finally spotted him, hiding behind the swings, the time traveler was smiling proudly with his two thumbs up in the air.

his action making him recall a conversation the two of them had a couple of weeks earlier.

"so... am i married in the future?" chifuyu asked takemichi as he bit down the sandwich he made himself for lunch.

takemichi raised his brows at the question, "yeah-"

"really?!" the blond gasped, with heart in his eyes, "do i know her?! no wait- that'll ruin the surprise- is she pretty?! no wait- of course she's pretty you idiot!"

the time traveler chuckled at his friend's words, rubbing the back of his neck, "do you want me to tell you how you met?"

"no! it has to be a surprise!" chifuyu refused, "wait am i going to meet her soon? is that why you said that?! takemichi?! answer!"

"nah- like you said it has to be a surprise~"

"takemichi!"

"if it makes you feel better- you embarrassed yourself in front of her"

"how would that make me feel better?!"

that sneaky bastard.

"i'm sorry! i don't know how to talk to pretty girls..." chifuyu mumbled looking to the ground, but his face snapped back at you when he realize what he had just say, your eyes round at his words, "i- i mean not that don't know how to talk you! wait- not that you're not pretty! you are pretty- beautiful even! but that is not the point! i don't need you to hit me! just please don't think i hurt you on purpose- i don't hit pretty girls! no wait- i don't hit girls at all! but you being beautifully-pretty is just a plus you know! an-"

you smacked your hand on his mouth, stopping his rambling, the butterflies in your stomach flying way to much due to his words. "please stop-! you're too cute..."

takemichi titled his head at the scene in front of him, clearly not remembering that part of the story your older self told him in the future about how chifuyu and her had met-

but... mission failed successfully... i guess?

ⓒarmxnh

[spooky-bunnys]

Title: Photogenic Husband

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Izana x M!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF

Takemichi grinned through tears. They did it. Him and Mikey had made the best future. He gently squeezed Hinata's hand as they looked around the reception. (WARNING I DON'T NECESSARILY SHIP THIS COUPLE)

Everyone was smiling and laughed. He was so happy with this future. Although he doesn't recognize the guy chatting with Hanma though. He was (height) with messy (colored) hair thrown up in a bun. He had a professional camera hanging around his neck and would take pictures of everyone every once and a while.

Mikey who had jumped onto his back made a knowing sound. "Oh you haven't met (Name)-chin yet have you?" Takemichi shook his head confusingly. "I don't recognize him." Mikey nods with a smirk and slaps his back before dragging him towards the male.

The newly named (Name) lifted his head from looking at his camera. Sending a playful look towards Mikey. "Manjiro are you bothering the groom? I apologize for my brother in law." Takemichi choked on his spit momentarily. He knew Emma and Draken had gotten married. He didn't know Shinishiro had gotten married!?

(Name) politely ignored the choking sound and held out his hand. "I'm Kurokawa (Name) nice to finally meet you Mr. Hanagaki. Thank you for hiring me for your wedding." Takemichi froze. Kurokawa? As in-"Oi! Manjiro give me back my husband!" Izana grumpily stomped over and snatched (Name)'s other hand before physically dragging the male away.

"Wait... When did that happen??" Takemichi was trying to wrap his head around the new information. Mikey laughed slapped Takemichi's back again. "You had the flu the week of their wedding. Hinata stayed home with you so missed out on it. Don't worry you didn't miss much. (Name) mainly just complimented Izana the whole time."

Takemichi shook his head. "He can't be that bad Mikey." Their surrounding friends snorted and laughed. Mikey shook his head. "Oh just you wait then. (Name)'s a professional photographer. Got his own gallery too. Although it's detected to Izana." Takemichi hummed. Remembering how Izana owns a charity company. "Oh so (Name) raises money for Izana's company?"

There was a loud laugh from behind him before an arm was thrown around his shoulder. Kakucho shook his head with a wide grin. "Oh poor Michi. Just want till the new opening next month and you'll see what we mean." Takemichi was more confused as everyone around them laughed at his confusion. It can't be that bad. Right?

~

Takemichi stared at the photo gallery around him. "How?" Izana stood at the front with a smug smile as (Name) threw compliment after compliment at his husband. Taking pictures after picture of Izana as the male talked to the press in front of them. Takemichi gets it now. He absolutely gets what they meant now.

"There's so many pictures...." In every single picture of (Name)'s photo gallery, Izana was in the front center. "I told you Takemitchy. (Name) dedicated his gallery to Izana. He always says Izana is more then just his muse." Takemichi couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of Izana just smiling as (Name) fluttered around him taking what had to be multiple photos.

"How did this even happen?? It's like-" "It's like (Name) is obsessed with Izana? It's because he is. God you should've seen their first date." Shinishiro behind them snorted and shook his head. "(Name) gifted Izana a life-sized picture of Izana staring at the ocean and (Name)'s barely taken pictures of anything else since. Well except when he gets hired for stuff. But he brings Izana with him. Just so he'll always be motivated he says."

Wakasa and Shinishiro throw their heads back laughing. Takemichi turns to Mikey with wide eyes. "Just how many pictures from my wedding have Izana in them?" Emma who was walking behind them with Draken giggled. "You don't want to know the answer to that honestly. Trust us when we say that."

[lmlknn]

Hi! I really loved the “Platonic! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Brother! Male! Reader” fic you made! I wanted to request headcannons or a scenario of Izana x Brother male reader. Izana finding out he has a younger brother(reader is younger than him by a year)from his bio parents? After reader was born, they give him to a different orphanage and he was adopted by another family. Izana finds out about his existence, after Shinichiro’s death. And maybe how Izana would treat him/interact with him(fluff if possible)? I’m sorry if this is a little too much.

HIRAMEKI

It's an idea that comes suddenly, like a flash of clarity that makes everything easier.

Pairing: Platonic! Kurokawa Izana x little brother! Male! Reader.

Warnings: (M/n)'s orphanage is a mess, bad language (?). There's no established timeline, but it's before the Kanto accident; Izana is 16 and (M/n) is 15. It starts off a bit angsty and ends in fluff. The reader is shorter than Izana.

Summary: Izana discovers his younger brother thanks to Shinichiro's death. What does he do to be with him, and how does his routine change?

English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

Thank you for placing your request! I hope you like it. ^^

Shinichiro's death hit him like a bucket of cold water; the last time he saw him, they fought, he even hit him and complained about things that were out of his control.

And if that weren't enough, the same day he learned of his death, an envelope arrived at his apartment. Tears escaped from his amethyst orbs. Inside was a record of some Yokohama orphanage (thankfully). At first, he didn't quite understand what it was about until he read the boy's name.

Kurokawa (M/n).

Apparently, he was his biological brother. The product of his father's second affair with the same woman who gave birth to him.

His first thought was to abandon him. He hadn't known about his existence until now, and he didn't need her. After thinking about it for a few seconds, an incredible idea appeared.

He could be for (M/n) what Shinichiro had always wanted. He could teach him everything he knew and, with luck, convince him to corrupt Mikey together.

He finished reading the record; he was a year younger than him, so he was about fifteen. He also found the orphanage where he was staying, as he wasn't old enough to leave yet and no family had shown interest in adopting him.

Without telling Kakucho about his plans, he got on his motorcycle and headed for the orphanage. He had spoken to the orphanage beforehand, because as he remembered, when he was there, people who wanted to adopt had to make an appointment.

He couldn't help but wonder what kind of security checks they had there. He asked for (M/n), making sure his brother was in the orphanage. He gave a brief explanation, indicating his interest in taking him home. The secretary didn't ask him his age, where he lived, or anything like that. He could even tell she seemed happy to be rid of the boy.

In less than half an hour, his motorcycle was parked, and he was walking to the orphanage's reception desk. He frowned as he took in his surroundings.

The paint was beginning to peel in the corners of the walls due to the dampness, stains of dirt decorated the carpet on the floor, and the few pieces of furniture were wooden and chipped and broken. A middle-aged woman sat with a mirror in her hand, her dyed blonde hair damaged and her lips painted bright red, trying to remove a piece of food stuck between her yellowed teeth. Disgust flashed across Izana's face, feeling sorry for her brother.

He cleared his throat, making his presence known. The woman gave him a critical look before speaking. "Do you need anything?" Izana let out a nasal sigh, urging patience.

"I spoke with you a little while ago. I want to meet Kurokawa (M/n)." The woman's expression quickly changed, taking on a much more "friendly" stance.

"Oh, sure! Give me a moment so I can go inform you and let you in." He left the mirror he was holding on the counter and ran out.

Izana continued looking around; his nerves were starting to get to him; he hadn't doubted his decision until now. Just at the right moment.

••••••

(M/n)'s POV

You've been in an orphanage your whole life, you'd been to almost every city in your prefecture, you didn't last more than three months in a home, you didn't know why.

It's not like you got into mischief or anything. You actually considered yourself a calm person; you didn't like loud noises, you weren't picky about food, you didn't cause much trouble, you were quiet most of the time, and yet you always found your way back to where you started.

The children were cruel to you, making fun of you for coming back a thousand times; sometimes it was because of your unusual appearance in Japan. You knew you were Philippine, but you didn't understand what was wrong with it. You didn't bother others, yet you were still the target of ridicule.

All the orphanages you'd been to had one thing in common: they were disgusting. Some were disgusting in the way they treated the children, others in the horrible environment they lived in, and others had horrible people and a horrible environment. There was no middle ground.

Now, at fifteen, all you could wait to be of age and be able to get out of this place. Being adopted wasn't easy, but it was much harder as a teenager; you understood that. If you were an adult wanting to adopt a child, a teenager would be your last option.

You were lying in your (not at all comfortable) bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling; your classes were over, and you didn't feel like going out and being bothered again.

The door to your room burst open, startling you in the process. "They're coming to see you. Don't mess this up. I don't want you back in my orphanage." Miss Kanami always scared you; maybe it was because of the hits she used to give you, or the yelling she always gave you, or maybe it was just habits you couldn't shake.

You didn't have time to respond when she left the room; you quickly straightened up and ran your trembling hands through your white hair.

You jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror in your room to try to get the wrinkles out of your clothes.

You cursed under your breath at your outfit: sweatpants and a loose T-shirt; just today, you had to think of wearing the worst clothes you had in your closet.

The sound of the wooden door being knocked on your face. Your nerves were on edge. What if they didn't like it? What if you came back to this place? What if they got angry at your unusual behavior?

Miss Kanami and a boy who looked just like you entered your room; your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Who was he?

"Hi, I'm Kurokawa Izana." You tilted your head, confusion etched on your face. "Hi, I guess you already know my name, but I'm Kurokawa (M/n)." You introduced yourself as well.

Awkwardness began to dance in the air; both pairs of amethyst eyes stared at each other intensely. "Are we related or something?" you dared to ask.

Izana nodded slowly; he seemed just as nervous as you. "Yes, I'm your older brother." You took a few seconds to fully understand the information; everything you'd ever wanted was right in front of you.

Suddenly, Izana was slightly pushed away by the force with which you ran to hug him. He froze, not knowing what to do.

A warm feeling spread through his chest; your head was right there, you lightly rubbed your cheek against his chest, your eyes closed.

Slowly, Izana wrapped his arms around your body, tightening the hug you'd formed a little. He rested his head on yours; like you, he closed his eyes, letting himself be carried away by the moment.

Tears pricked your eyes; you didn't want to let go of Izana, afraid of letting go and discovering it was all a dream.

"Do you want to come home with me?" Izana's question sounded silly; how could you pass up this opportunity? "Yes, please." Izana felt his heart being tugged at; the pain reflected in your beautiful eyes ached.

Just as he thought, the woman who helped him (whom you later told him was named Kanami) only made him sign a paper, and soon you were packing your few belongings into a single backpack.

You climbed onto the motorcycle, flattering Izana in the process; both of you had smiles that hadn't faded since you broke away from that hug.

You hugged his waist to keep from falling, leaning your cheek against his back. "This isn't a dream, is it?" you murmured.

Izana placed his hand on the grip you had on him, patting you lightly. He was going to be what Shinichiro couldn't be.

The nerves that had initially invaded him quickly disappeared; you captivated him from the first moment; you were so similar that he loved it.

He wanted to take care of you and love you as much as he could.

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The first person you met was Kakucho, who was waiting for Izana outside her apartment.

The two introduced themselves, and Kakucho couldn't help but be surprised after hearing the kinship they shared.

Izana showed you your new room, and the three of you began putting away your things, making the duo of friends make a mental note to go buy you some new clothes.

You were happy with the change; you had a brother who loved you, a home to come home to with joy; it seemed like a dream.

Clearly, Izana's routine underwent extreme changes. Starting with his wake-up time, Neither he nor Kakucho still went to high school, so their days started at nine or ten in the morning, but (M/n) did go to middle school.

He started at seven-thirty, and to be on time, he had to leave Izana's apartment by seven.

His phone's alarm went off, and with a groan, he slammed it off. He wriggled in his bed and closed his eyes again.

It was the same in your room: the alarm went off, you turned it off, wriggled, rolled over, and went back to sleep without a care in the world.

Both brothers were snoring with singular joy; it was Kakucho who entered the apartment and woke them up with his shouts.

Izana ran out of his room and into yours, almost falling to the floor from the speed at which he turned around.

"(M/n)! It's late!" He came in shouting. You jumped up, your hair a mess, and you covered your eyes. "Oh!"

Kakucho tried to hold back his laughter; both brothers had sleepy eyes, messy hair, and clumsy movements from sleepiness, and neither of them had the slightest idea what time it was.

"It's so late!" Izana shouted again. "Late for what?" You replied, rubbing your eye to get rid of the remaining sleep.

"For your school! It's... ten o'clock!" He paused briefly to check the time on his phone. Both of their eyes were wide open in surprise. "Fuck!" "Language!"

Both wished that little incident had been the only one they'd gone through in the first few months. But no. It definitely wasn't the only one.

One ordinary morning, Izana woke up frowning at the smell of burning that was beginning to invade her lungs.

Before he could react, you slammed his bedroom door. "Nii-san! Nii-san! Help!" You climbed onto his bed and started shaking him awake.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily. "The stove's on fire!" Those words were enough to send him flying out of bed.

The two of you ran down the hallway, into the kitchen, and found a burning pan on the stove. "What happened?!" he asked, pouring water into the pan.

"I tried to make you breakfast, but it suddenly caught fire, and I didn't know what to do!" You kept passing him glasses of water so he could finish extinguishing the fire.

"It's okay, it's okay. Didn't you get burned?" He grabbed your hands to examine you for any injuries, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw you were unharmed.

"Sorry," you murmured, your face downcast. Izana couldn't help but compare you to a scolded puppy. "It's okay, (M/n). Let's make some breakfast, shall we?" He tried to comfort you.

The two of you started cleaning the kitchen before you could start another recipe. Fortunately, Izana was good at cooking.

Breakfast turned out well, and you were able to enjoy it amidst laughter and other mischief.

Nighttime was probably Izana's favorite time; he could relax in the comfort of his bed, maybe watch some TV, and finally fall asleep.

As for you, nighttime wasn't one of your best times; Loneliness was never your strong suit; you enjoyed Izana's company more than the darkness of your room.

You liked it; Izana, Kakucho, and you had decorated it to your liking; it was comfortable, and you loved the new things they'd bought you.

What you didn't love were the nightmares that reminded you of your time in your orphanage. The hurtful comments, even the beatings.

But there was one nightmare that had been recurring lately. In it, Izana was the protagonist.

He would come into your room and tell you to go with him somewhere, without giving you any clue as to where it might be.

You would fall asleep along the way, and when you opened your eyes, you were back in the orphanage Izana rescued you from. Miss Kanami glared at you with hatred, as did your brother.

"I want to get rid of him. I can't stand him." Izana's words were dripping with hatred. A chill ran down your spine, and you watched in pain and surprise as your brother turned around and left the orphanage. "Nii-san! Don't leave me!" you cried, waking from your sleep. Tears trickled from your eyes; you jumped out of bed and walked to Izana's room.

You opened the door slowly, wanting to see if your brother was asleep. You walked slowly to his bed, gently shaking his shoulder. "Nii-san, Nii-san," you murmured. You were embarrassed to have to go to your brother's room to get some restful sleep.

"Mmm." Izana groaned, shifting his body so he was on his side. "Nii-san," you murmured again. "What?" Izana half-opened his eyes, trying to make out your figure in the darkness.

"(M/n)?" he asked. "Can I sleep with you?" you asked softly. "What's wrong?" Izana moved aside, giving you his nonverbal consent to sleep with him.

"I had a bad dream," you whispered, playing with your fingers. "Okay, come on." He lifted the covers, and you lay down beside him.

Slowly, you settled in and shyly hugged him. Izana reciprocated, and they soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Kakucho was again the one in charge of waking them up, clearly after taking a photo to annoy Izana later.

It had been a change in routine for both boys, but honestly, neither of them minded it. They loved you from the first few days, just as you loved them.

[gaoau]

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[bvnnichu]

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mikey x f! reader

𝐜𝐰: inexperienced reader, unprotected sex, petnames, breeding kink, slight hair pulling, riding, fingering and oral mentioned, pussydrunk! Mikey, degradation, doggy style, spanking, mentions of pregnancy, overstimulation, multiple rounds. ( lmk if anything slipped my eyes! )

𝐚/𝐧: wrote this at 3 am, don't judge 😢

"mm.. my precious baby, 's gonna be okay"

Mikey mumbles while caressing your cheek, staring at you with his hooded eyes. He has the softest and most reassuring smile on his face, almost as if he isn't Japan's most wanted criminal. How could he not? You're his precious baby, his everything.

He's caressing your hips, urging you to push yourself down into his cock. Your face is buried into his shoulders, too scared to move. Suddenly you feel something prodding against your entrance, making you let out a gasp. You look at your boyfriend with teary eyes, and he just stares back with a lazy grin plastered on his face.

"'m sorry love, couldn't help myself.."

He starts caressing his shaft, swirling circles on your slippery cunt. He'd made you orgasm before this with his mouth and slender fingers, so you were well prepared. He grabs onto the back of your head, tilting his head and pulling you in for a kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, swirling it against yours, exploring all over your mouth.

While you were distracted, he slipped an inch of his cock in, eyebrows furrowing from the feeling. Your gasp turned into a muffled moan in the kiss, nails digging into his shoulders. His grip behind your head tightened, tangling his hand into your hair and giving it a light tug. He couldn't help but thrust his hips up just a bit, but it had you biting his bottom lip and jumping at the pleasure.

You pulled away from the kiss, tears swelling in your eyes. "m-manjiro... it hurts!"

You were pouting, and he caressed your cheek. He stopped all movement, staring at you with loving eyes.

"'s gonna be alright darling, the pain will go away soon"

He caressed your cheek, wiping off a tear that was about to escape. You buried your face into his neck, sniffling 'cause of the pain. He caressed your back, leaving kisses on your bare shoulder.

"gonna put it in now, babe"

With that he pushed slowly pushed in inch by inch, muttering curses as he felt your warm pussy envelope his slender cock. His head was thrown back, eyes shut in pure pleasure, burying himself all the way in.

"fuck princess.. so fuckin' tight f' me hm?" He groaned in a raspy voice, watching you tremble from the unfamiliar feeling inside your tummy. You were too far gone to answer him, the feeling of his cock inside your gummy walls making you feel dizzy.

"m-manjiro.. mmph.. need more of you inside me.."

He bucked his hips in response, biting his lips at your words.

"fuck baby.. how 'bout you help y'self hmm?" You blink at him a few times, flabbergasted. Then you can feel a blush slowly creeping its way to your cheeks.

"what?! b-but I don't know how..."

"c'mon baby, y'have to work for good things don't ya know? chop chop, get to work now"

You whine in protest but you still have to feel your release so you oblige. You start grinding down on him, mouth agape at how fucking amazing that feels. He hisses, nails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs to suppress his loud moans. He helps you go up and down, occasionally bucking his hips up to give you a lil boost.

After riding him for a while, your legs get tired and you start slowing down. But Mikey doesn't seem too happy 'bout that. He grips your hips tightly, slamming you back down onto his cock so hard that it feels like he just rocked your world.

"d-don't fuckin' stop.. mmf.. keep going babe"

"I c-can't mikey! 's to much"

You sob into his shoulder, making his eyes shift from demanding to soft. He starts caressing your back, giving a reassuring kiss on your cheek.

"wan' me to take over mm? I'll make you feel good angel, I promise.. make you feel so good you'll be begging f'more"

You nod, lifting your head up to look at him. His hair is disheveled, sweat making his dark strands stick to his forehead. He gives you a peck on the lips then pushes you off of him.

"go on all fours f'me babe"

You oblige without much complaint, arching your back a little for better access. He gives your ass a spank before lining his dick up with your entrance.

"ready or not.. 'm going in"

With that he pushed all the way in, grunting at your gushing wet pussy clenching his dick for the nth time that night. You whimpered, not being able to keep yourself up for too long, your legs almost gave up on you. He grabbed your hips before you could melt into a puddle on the bed, starting at a steady pace.

"mm.. fuck, so good f'me baby..." he moaned out, gripping your hips so tight it might end up bruised.

"fuckkkk.. m-mikey 's so good" your eyes were rolling to the back of your skull with each thrust, your words coming out slurred from your face being mushed into the pillow.

"oh yeah? does my dumb fucking slut like bein' a pillow princess?" he said in a mocking voice, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

"'m boutta cum! mmph.. m-mikey" you slurred out, drool spilling from the corner of your mouth.

He started speeding up his thrusts, chasing both of your releases. You were moaning uncontrollably loud, gripping onto the bedsheets so hard your knuckles turned white. You were slurring random shit that Mikey could barely comprehend, your pussy being the only thing in his mind right now.

"'m cummin' inside babe.. gonna breed my fucking children into you" he growled, face buried into your neck while he was pounding you into heaven.

You couldn't even think straight, too fuckin' dumb on his cock to comprehend the consequences. You felt his cock up in your cervix, pushing you all the way over the edge. He came when he felt you gushing around your cock, but he had no sign of stopping.

"m-mikey 's too much! too much! fuck— s' too sensitive!" you sobbed into the pillow, only making him thrust even harder. Yeah, he definitely wasn't stopping anytime soon.

© 𝐁𝐕𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐔 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃.

[emilsendo]

Sub! Bottom Mikey x Dom! Bottom Draken x Top!Male reader

Warnings: Punishment, humiliation, stimulation, riding, toys(like cockring and handcuffs), etc.

Type: Smut

Request: ✅️

Author Note: Hiya! I finally manage to finish that oneshot and I started to write part two in preferences with Tall S/O 👀💪🏼✨️ Thank you SO MUCH for support on that app and for that all sweet comments ❤️ (As always, sorry for any errors in my English)

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Mikey and Draken would always argue about anything, and then later that day or even after a few hours of arguing, they would forget WHAT exactly they had argued about.

But what if the "thing" they are arguing about.....is you?

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These blondes can be extremely jealous when it comes to you. Mikey often provokes Draken into "petty" fights between them by begin overly clingy to you, or simply not letting him hug you because the short blond takes a lot of space durning your cuddling sessions. For example, sitting on your lap and having his arms wrapped around your neck, leaving Draken unable to hug you. Ken finds this very irritating and has no patience for Mikey and his fucking behavior.

That's why you came up with a plan together how to punish Mikey.

- Ah! Fuck! MH.....- Mikey's sweet moans could be heard throughout the room, his breathing was rapid and there were hickeys and marks all over his body. The boy was sitting on your lap as you held him in place with your strong hands so he wouldn't move too much. Which made Mikey let out pathetic whines every now and then as Draken was edging his dick with his hand, making sure to change the tempo, so he could tease Mikey more. Of course, without letting him cum, until you both will be satisfy with Mikey's desperate cries for release.

- Ken-Chin, M/N-Chin! Come on....aH! I.....I want to c-cum. Pleaseeee! - Mikey begs in begging and desperate tone as he tries to move his hips upwards to get more friction on his dick, but he got only tight squeeze from Draken around the tip of his dick in return.

- How desperate he looks now, right, M/N? - Draken said, his tone filled with sarcasm and coldness. Which made the shorter blond whimpers. You looked at the boy with a dragon tattoo on his temple, nodding at his words.

- You're right, darling. I think he need to cum so bad.- You teased the boy in your lap the same way as Draken. You both clearly enjoyed the way Mikey begs you two to let him cum or just simply fuck him.

- Come on! No more teasing! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!- Manjiro begs one more time. But Ken just simply smirks at him and then he continue stroking his dick without mercy. While you were playing and touching Mikey's chest, pinching and squeezing his cute little nipples. The blond haired boy moans got more louder and desperate. Almost making you and Draken feel quilty for the poor boy in your lap.

- I have a nice plan, M/N.- Ken suddenly said. He leans closer to your ear and starts whispering his idea to you. You could only smirk at his words, you really liked what Draken was saying and of course, you've agreed to this nice plan.

You and Draken changed your positions, making Mikey lay down on the bed with handcuffed hands, without moving. He was confused and slightly annoyed by this fact. He wanted to touch you!

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, making Mikey see your handsome left/right face profile. Draken was standing in front of you, tying up his blond hair into ponytail. Then he sat up on your lap, kissing your lips passionately while moaning a bit when he felt your tongue enter his mouth. Your hand made its way towards Ken's ass, teasing his entrance by rubbing small circles around it. Draken stops kissing you and glares at you intensely after you did that. The glare sent you a shiver down your spine, you already know what that's mean, so you quickly stopped teasing him and put your finger inside. What made Ken grunt a bit, then you put another one, you process to make scissoring movements, loosing up Ken's hole. The tall blond haired boy this time made a soft moan, that was repeating itself with each thrust of your fingers.

Mikey was looking very pathetic right now, his dick was all red because of the cockring and he wants to cum so bad! That's not fair that he need to wait for his turn, who knows maybe he will not have his chance?

Those thoughts made him sobs a bit from humiliation and desperation, he wanted to feel your dick inside him. And he only got the perfect view of Draken riding you. It was good to watch. But it would felt better to touch and kiss both of you!

Ken Ryūguji was currently riding hard your cock, squeezing your firm shoulders and biting your neck. While your hands were holding his waist and hips, you didn't even had to help him move. Draken always has a lot of stamina durning sex, so it is rare for you to help him. He loves riding you or just feeling in control(most of the time, he is power bottom, so it is normal.)

He was bouncing up and down very roughly, almost bruising your hips. His moans and your grunts, AND Mikey's pathetic sobs in the background filled the whole room. He tried to beg for his turn too, but you both ignored him and continue making a show in front of Mikey.

- Fuck...... I love feeling your hard cock in me! He cries out with sly smirk, as he moans hard on purpose to tease Mikey and make him feel jealous. You slapped Draken's ass to make the same effect on Mikey.

When you both came with loud grunt, you kissed each other softly and then looked at Mikey. Who was crying pitifully from wanting to cum so bad, and from all the emotions he was feeling. Draken and you felt quilty for him, so you walked to Mikey and removed the handcuffs and then the cockring. Which made the short blonde boy cries out and cum hardy on himself and the sheets, his whole body tremble and shook from pleasure and euphoria.

You wrapped your arms around Mikey and Draken kiss his forehead gently to calm him down, and comfort the poor boy.

- Don't worry, Mikey..... We will now make it up to you, right, Draken?- You said with gentle voice as you rubs Mikey's back and head softly. The boy in your arms gasp a bit when he heard your words, his cheeks flush pink at the image in his head.

- You can take one more, right?- Draken said with a smirk as he place his hand back on Mikey's dick, while your fingers made their way to his hole.

[arlerts-angel]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍭 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.ᐟ

⤷ manjiro sano x fem!reader x ken ryuguji

⤷ a/n: PHEW this one is SPICY 🥵 also, thank y'all for 700 followers 🥺 !! ilysm, thank you for sticking around and reading my filthy mind 🫶 NOT PROOFREAD LOL SKIP TO THE 🍭 FOR SMUT

⤷ taglist: @petitecolibri @kokonoiscoconut @kazutora-kurokawa @i-literally-cant-with-this @sora-michi-reina @blkkizzat

⤷ warnings: 1.3k words | PWP | established relationship | gf sharing | light alcohol consumption | nipple stimulation | oral sex (f+m receiving) | gagging | cum eating | pussy slapping | male masturbation | handjob | creampie | pet names | light degradation | reader is physically ambiguous

"i'm home, doll. i brought— oh, my. don't you look just good enough to eat?" mikey grins as his eyes roam your sugar coated body. he makes a motion outside the door that goes unnoticed by you as he closes it behind him.

"candy lingerie? as if you couldn't get any sweeter..." his voice is low as he speaks in your ear, kissing down your neck and back up to your glossy lips. he cups your ass gently and plants one more kiss on your soft skin.

"good thing i brought kenchin over today, i don't think i can eat all of this by myself..." he purrs.

"mikey!" you exclaim, nudging him playfully.

"what? i'm serious. he's outside right now. what do you say, doll?" he asks, looking at you lovingly.

"...you're really okay with this?" you ask, searching for reassurance.

"of course. you two are my favorite people in the world, and i think you'd look so sexy under him." he grins, walking towards the door. "so yes?"

"mhm." you nod and watch him open the door.

"kenny! come in. sorry about the wait. seems our plans for the evening have changed. heh." mikey welcomes his best friend inside. you've managed to slip on a silky robe for the time being.

"tch. how so?" draken asks, his voice gruff and monotonous.

"care for a beer?" mikey asks offering him a cold bottle, ignoring draken's prior inquiry.

"what the hell." draken agreed and accepts the bottle, popping the lid and taking a sip. "care to tell me what's changed?"

🍭 "how about i show you instead?" mikey replies, taking a sip of his beer as he walks towards you. he pulls the robe off of you slightly, revealing the stringy confectionery bra hardly covering your tits.

"is this some kind of a joke, sano?" draken growls and turns his head away.

"relax, ken. we discussed this before letting you in. it's okay with me, with us." you reassure him softly. he chuckles and takes another sip of his beer.

"no pressure, kenny, but i don't mind sharing her with you. you're my best friend, after all." mikey says coolly, nibbling a piece of the candy off the bra. he slides the rest of your robe off your body, revealing the rest of your body.

draken's eyes roam your chest as mikey shuffles the bra off of you, taking one breast in his hand and the other into his mouth. he sucks on your nipple gently and massages the other between his fingertips. draken palms his cock and groans as you make soft moans.

mikey then guides you to the couch, laying your head down softly onto draken's lap. he looks down at you, his cheeks lightly flushed. "she's a pretty little cocksucker, you know" mikey grins, "let her show you." you bat your eyelashes at draken, silently begging him to whip his cock out while mikey trails kisses and licks between your thighs.

draken takes a deep breath and shuffles his pants down his legs. the hot, leaky head of his cock slaps his torso. you shift closer to him and ask "may i?"

he responds with a gruff "mhm". you plant your pillowy lips on the tip of his cock and play with it. "so, you use your manners with him, huh?" mikey asks, teasing your cunt with his fingers. "looks like i might have some competition." he says, teeth gritted as he plunges two fingers into your pussy. you moan around draken's cock, earning a groan from him. you take more of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip. "hah– fuck..." he groans, throwing his head back in pleasure.

mikey's mouth quickly latches onto your clit, sucking and flicking your sensitive bud with his tongue as he fucks his fingers in and out of you. your back arches each time they swipe the sweet spot deep in your cunt. the vibrations of your moans on draken's cock make him twitch in your mouth. his large hand comes down onto your head, pushing you further down his length. your throat tightens and you gag, spit dribbling down to his balls. "ah fuck yeah," he breathes, "keep sucking my cock like that."

mikey continues to eat your cunt, rutting his cock against the couch to offer himself some kind of relief. just when you've decided you've had enough choking on draken's massive cock, he starts fucking your mouth in rhythm with mikey's fingers into your cunt. "fuck, i'm gonna cum. gonna take it?" he asks you. "mhm!" you reply (as eagerly as you can with a mouthful of cock). "fuck yeah you are, take it! take it! fuuuuuuck–!" he groans as his cum shoots into your mouth.

you swallow draken's cum while mikey detaches from your cunt. you let out an exasperated groan. "told you she's good, but wait 'til you fuck her!" he grins, moving to the other side of the room to get a good view. draken now hovers above you, playing with your tits as he looks into your eyes. "i want a taste, first." he says before putting your nipple into his mouth. he sucks eagerly and snakes his hand down to your clit, rubbing it slowly. "mmm!" you moan and buck your hips against his hand.

he removes his mouth from your nipple. "nuh-uh. at my pace. understand?" he growls and slaps your cunt lightly.

"ah! yes-!" you wince. he removes his hand and lowers his head down between your legs. mikey fists his cock as he watches draken lick a teasing stripe up your slit. "more! please..." you whine.

"not this time, princess. want you to cum on my cock." he slaps your clit with the tip of his dick a couple of times before lining himself up properly. he pushes past your folds slowly, allowing you to adjust to his length. "oh mikey, you lucky son of a bitch." he chuckles. your cunt is clenched so tight around his cock he's a little scared to move.

mikey's transfixed on your face as draken starts to fuck in and out of you slowly. he strokes himself slowly; in time with draken's thrusts. "more, ken! please... fuck me harder!" you beg.

draken gains the confidence to fuck you harder after your pleading. he slams his hips into yours and watches your tits bounce each time the base of his cock enters you. "somfuckin tight..." he groans.

"you like ken's cock baby?" mikey asks, approaching you. "you sure are taking it like you do."

"mhm! he's so big... you're so big, kenny!" you mewl. draken just nods and huffs in response; too pussy-drunk to use words. mikey then guides your hand to his cock. you jerk him off while he rubs your clit, moaning both of their names.

"getting close, aren't you? i can tell by the way you're whining. you're getting impatient..." he coos into your ear. "you have a voice, you know... a pretty one at that. use it; tell us how badly you want to cum."

your eyes flutter and roll backwards. draken's cock hits your sweet spot perfectly in synch with mikey's lightly-pressured flicks on your sensitive clit. "p-please, i'm so close! wanna cum for you both."

"where do you want my cum, princess?" draken asks breathily as he thrusts faster and harder into you.

"inside me! want you to cum inside me," you moan, "please cum inside me ken!" mikey lets out a deep groan and cums in your hand and all over his cock as you beg to be filled by his best friend. "mmm–! i'm gonna cum–! ken! mikey!!" you cry out as your orgasm washes over you.

"ah fuck–!" draken groans and thrusts one final time before his cock twitches, filling your tight pussy full of his cum.

you collectively catch your breaths. "i can't believe that just happened." draken chuckles, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath you take.

"c'mon, princess. let's go get you washed up. you did so good for us today." mikey praises, then kisses your head gently.

[luvpookie02]

He's into YOU || Sano Manjiro x Reader || SMUT || YANDERE || 18+

004: In the Grasp of Madness

A loud laugh echoed throughout the room as a pink-haired man with a mullet swallowed two pills, rocking back and forth with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"C'mon, dance, Sanzu!" Ran called out, his phone in hand, recording the now dancing Sanzu. The rest of the executives erupted in laughter, especially the brothers, who couldn't contain their amusement. Takeomi and Kakucho, also recording, lay sprawled on the floor, clutching their stomachs from the intense laughter.

"You guys need to keep it down, or Mikey will get angry again," Kokonoi exclaimed, finally recovering from his fit of laughter, trying to maintain a semblance of seriousness.

Rindou turned his gaze to Kokonoi and smirked mischievously. "Don't worry; we'll just give him some company when he arrives."

Sanzu halted his dancing, confusion written all over his face. "What do you mean?" he asked, his brows knitting together. "Mikey's just going to kill whoever that girl is; what a waste! You should've let me f*ck her first."

Ran furrowed his brow and plopped down beside Rindou. "Mikey's not going to kill her, trust me. Besides, where did you and Mikey go? We thought you'd be here first since you left earlier than us."

Sanzu waved his hand dismissively. "We went to different clubs. Nothing out of the ordinary. Mikey still didn't like any girls, and of course, you know what I do."

Kakucho quickly covered Sanzu's mouth before he could spill any more details about his escapades, but Sanzu ended up spitting saliva onto Kakucho's hand, prompting the man to yank his hand away, cursing.

"What the hell, Sanzu?" Kakucho exclaimed, wiping the saliva off on Sanzu's clothes in exaggerated disgust.

As the two squabbled, Kokonoi looked at Sanzu with disbelief. "I still can't believe you found her and brought her here. It's a risky move."

The rest of the executives nodded in agreement with Kokonoi, their expressions a mix of intrigue and concern. Sanzu, on the other hand, grew curious after hearing Kokonoi's words. He pushed Kakucho away and asked, "Who's the girl you sent Mikey with? Is it Mina?"

Ran and Rindou exchanged sly glances, a smirk spreading across both of their lips. "It's something special, that's for sure."

------ HE'S INTO YOU ------

"Y/N, didn't I tell you that I'd kill you if you showed yourself to me?" Mikey's voice was low, almost a growl as he stared down at you, and your heart raced.

You widened your eyes, your gaze locked onto Mikey's intense expression, and tears began to stream down your cheeks as you mumbled his name, "M...Mi...Mikey."

Mikey furrowed his brow after hearing his name, his emotionless eyes boring into yours as he positioned himself, sitting down heavily on your waist.

He then pointed his gun toward your forehead, the cold metal pressing against your skin, and exclaimed, "You're a fcking bitch, you know?"

You stared at him, your breath quickening as you waited for him to continue. "Are you this desperate to win me back? You even wore my shirt," he taunted, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"I know you're lying about it, Mikey. Even about having an affair," you shot back, summoning all your courage to maintain eye contact.

You waited for his response, but instead, you were met with dead silence; he just stared at you, his gaze unwavering, waiting for you to continue.

A small smile appeared on your face, a flicker of hope in your heart as you continued, "I know you only do that and say those mean things to protect me, right?"

Mikey's dark gaze bore into yours. His hand traveled down your face to your neck, where he began to choke you lightly, but it felt like a vice. "Huh? Can you shut up? You don't know anything," he growled.

You held his hand, struggling against the grip as you fought for air. Instead of crying, you smiled weakly and cupped his cheek, trying to bring his face closer to yours.

"You did all of that not only to protect me but also for everyone, right? It's all thanks to you; everyone is happy, alive, and has a decent job, just like you wanted," you murmured, tears flowing freely from your eyes.

"We're happy, thanks to you, Mikey. Draken and Emma are getting married, Pah-Chin has a girlfriend now, and I have my own boyfriend," you added, your voice trembling slightly.Mikey's eyes widened, his brow furrowing in confusion, and he tightened his grip on your neck, choking you again.

"I...I...can't...breathe!" you cried, your voice cracking, but Mikey didn't stop; he continued to choke you, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

He threw his gun to the side of the room with a clatter and used his other hand to grip your neck tighter, panting heavily as if he were suffocating. You were horrified, recognizing this scene;every time he heavily breathed like this,it was a sign he couldn't control his dark impulses.

You had witnessed it multiple times—how he almost murdered someone due to these impulses—and the fact that he was losing control now indicated he might hurt you in the worst way possible.

"If you're happy now, why do you still show yourself? Y/N!" he yelled, his voice laced with frustration. He tightened his grip, his knuckles turning white as he stared into your eyes, and you tried to touch his cheek to calm him, but it was no use.

Mikey noticed you were about to pass out, so he gritted his teeth and finally released his hold on your neck. You pushed him away and sank to the floor, gasping for breath.

Mikey quickly grabbed the collar of your shirt, jerking you back to him, but he didn't say anything; he just stared at you with an intensity that made your heart race.

"It's not my fault, Mike—" You couldn't finish your sentence when you felt intense pain in your stomach; he punched you hard.

"Did you just come here to say how happy your life is, huh?" Mikey exclaimed, his tone sharp. You tried to respond, but your words failed you as you crumpled to the ground.

You shakily covered your mouth, trying to stop the blood from spilling out, but it was futile. He punched you again, this time with even more force, and you gasped as the pain shot through you.

Mikey's dark eyes bore into your trembling form, showing no sign of remorse. He grabbed your waist, lifting you effortlessly with one arm and roughly throwing you onto the bed.

"AHHHHH!" you screamed as your head struck the headboard, sending a shock of pain through your skull and causing it to bleed.

He climbed onto the bed, pinning your legs down as he positioned himself on top of you. His hand caressed your face, but then he slapped you repeatedly on both sides, leaving you in shock.

You didn't try to stop him; you simply let him slap you because deep down, you knew he was going to end your life right then and there. What was the point of fighting back?

You closed your eyes, tears spilling down your cheeks as you braced for the worst. Mikey noticed your tears and suddenly stopped, his expression shifting. You thought he was going to shoot you, but his next action surprised you—he kissed you.

He forced your lips open by roughly grabbing your breast, his kiss turning torrid and consuming. The kiss lasted for three intense minutes, and you both breathed heavily as you caught your breath, hearts racing. "Why?" you managed to ask, bewildered.

"Do I have to explain everything to you? You're smart, right? Figure it out," he replied, ripping your shirt as if it were nothing.

Just as you were about to voice another question, he captured your lips once again, intertwining them in a heated, passionate kiss, his tongue exploring yours as his hand traveled down to your waist and then to your cunt.

He lowered your boxer and underwear before inserting a finger inside you; a moan escaped your lips, which only excited Mikey further.

He grabbed your breast, massaging it while his other finger slid deeper inside you. Goosebumps erupted across your skin as pleasure mixed with fear coursed through you. You touched your cunt, pushing Mikey's fingers out, but an irked expression appeared on his face. He forcefully grabbed both of your hands, pinning them above your head as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

He removed his lips from yours and spoke menacingly, "Don't fcking annoy me, or else." He smirked, continuing, "I'm going to kill your friend. I believe her name is Yoru, right?" You widened your eyes, unable to utter any words; your gaze locked onto his, fear gripping your heart as you realized the danger surrounding you.

You widened your eyes, unable to utter any words; your gaze locked onto his, fear gripping your heart as you realized the danger surrounding you. "How the hell does he know Yoru? Is she also here? No, that's impossible; she met a guy and left before Ran and Rindou drugged me. Is Mikey spying on me?" you thought, panic rising within you.

You let him play with your body, touching everything and leaving marks from head to toe. The sensation mixed with fear was overwhelming, and you felt completely trapped.

Mikey then removed his shirt, revealing his toned body, a smirk plastered across his face. "Y/N, you love kids, right?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What does that even mean?" you gasped, confusion mingling with the terror in your heart.

"Just thinking about how easy it would be to break you, and then, well... we'll see who's left standing," he replied, his expression darkening. "It's your choice, really. Either you submit to me, or I take everything you hold dear."

"Mikey, please," you whimpered, desperation coloring your voice. "You don't have to do this! I just wanted to see you."

He chuckled darkly, leaning closer. "And yet, here we are. You wanted to see me, but now look where it's gotten you."

With that, he pressed his lips against yours again, this time with a fiercer intensity. You felt his hands grip your wrists tightly, holding them above your head, the power he held over you palpable.

"Mikey, please..." you pleaded, your voice breaking as you felt tears streaming down your face. "I—I care about you. I want to help you!"

He pulled away for a moment, searching your eyes as if trying to decipher your sincerity. "Help? You think you can help me? You don't even understand the darkness I carry," he sneered, his expression hardening once more.

"You're right; I don't," you admitted, feeling a flicker of bravery. "But I want to. I want to be there for you, no matter what it takes."

His grip on your wrists loosened slightly, surprise flickering across his face. "You really are insane, aren't you?" he said, his voice softer now, though still laced with suspicion.

"Maybe," you replied, forcing a small smile despite the situation. "But I'm not going anywhere, Mikey. You can't get rid of me that easily."

For a moment, it felt like time stood still. Mikey's eyes softened, the rage momentarily subsiding as he contemplated your words. But just as quickly as the softness appeared, it vanished, replaced by a cold, calculated gaze.

"Keep thinking that, Y/N. Just know that the moment you cross me, there will be hell to pay," he warned, the intensity returning. "And your little friend Yoru? She'd be the first to go."

The threat hung heavily in the air, and you felt your heart sink. "You don't have to hurt her," you whispered, feeling helpless. "Just let her go. She has nothing to do with this."

Mikey's lips curled into a smirk. "Is that so? But then where's the fun in that?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I enjoy the game, Y/N. And you've just entered my favorite level."

Your heart raced as the weight of his words settled in. You knew you had to be careful with your next move. "Mikey... just promise me you won't hurt her," you said, desperation creeping into your voice.

He straightened up, tilting his head slightly as if contemplating your request. "Fine. For now, I'll spare her. But don't think for a second that I won't change my mind," he said, a chilling smile on his lips.

The tension in the room was thick, and you could feel the air crackling with unspoken emotions. You didn't know how much longer you could endure this, but you refused to show weakness. "I won't let you turn into the monster you think you are, Mikey. I believe in you."

He laughed, the sound dark and menacing. "Believing in me won't save you, Y/N. But it's cute that you think it will."

You inhaled deeply, steeling yourself for whatever came next. "Then show me your true self, Mikey. I'm not afraid of the darkness. I want to help you find the light."

He paused, seemingly taken aback by your boldness. For a moment, uncertainty flickered across his features, but it was quickly replaced by an unsettling grin. "You really are brave—or foolish. Either way, this will be fun."

With that, he leaned down, capturing your lips once more in a fierce kiss. The taste of danger and passion mingled as you felt your world spiraling out of control. You knew you were treading on thin ice, but there was a part of you that couldn't help but want to delve deeper into the chaos that was Mikey.

"Let's see how long you can keep this up," he murmured against your lips, his tone a mix of challenge and intrigue.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you realized this was just the beginning of a tumultuous journey—a dance with darkness that you weren't sure you were ready for, but one you couldn't back away from.

As the night wore on, the echoes of laughter and chaos from the other room faded into the background, leaving only the two of you locked in a battle of wills, passion, and unspoken fears.

(A/N) lmk if you want to get tagged!

tagged: @itsruki @reiners-milkbiddies @emilymikado @strawberrycheescake3

[suzukis-posts]

𝗜'𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀...

𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗢 - 𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡

Bonten!Manjiro sano x Male!Reader

𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗔: Dom!Male!Reader, degradación, estimulación, híbridos, NSFW en general.

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── ¿Sabes, lo que estamos haciendo es ilegal de varias maneras? ── Dijiste observando a tu jefe mientras te bajaba los pantalones junto con tu ropa interior.

── ¿Crees que me importa? Quiero que tengamos sexo y lo quiero ahora. ── Mikey exigió, empujándote en la cama antes de sentarse encima de ti, frotando tu erección semi dura entre su trasero.

Su pequeña y linda nariz se rascaba en el sentimiento, sus orejas de conejo flotando hacia arriba y hacia abajo, su pequeña cola meneando de emoción.

── Por lo menos consigue algo de lubricante. ── Su propia cola esponjosa se movía, el hormigueo que irradiaba de ustedes dos era inmenso.

── No lo necesito, ya me preparé antes. ── Antes de poder hablar sus palabras quedaron atrapadas en su garganta por como Manjiro se hundió en tu enorme miembro.

── Tienes que ser más paciente, Manjiro espera... ── La diferencia de tamaño entre ustedes dos fue humillante para el conejito más pequeño, que apenas podía bajar y ya se sentía tan lleno.

Tus manos se asentaron en la cadera del híbrido, manteniéndolo en su lugar y admirando su pequeño cuerpo en la parte superior del tuyo.

── ¡V-Vamos M-Muévete! ── El más pequeño soltaba gemidos, moviendo su cadera en círculos con la esperanza de conseguir que tu te muevas.

El chico agarró tus orejas de zorro, tirando y frotándolas. Gemidos vinieron de tu boca, la estimulación en sus oídos, las estocadas y el tocar tus orejas lo aún encendió aún mas. Tomas a Manjiro y lo das la vuelta, agarrando sus piernas y empujándolas hasta las orejas.

── He dicho paciencia. ── Bonitos gemidos brotaron de Manjiro, no siendo capaz de manejar tu brusco movimiento. Tomaste sus piernas, obligándolos a permanecer allí mismo antes de empezar a empujar en su pequeño agujero apretado.

── ¡A-ah~! ¡E-espera~! ── No estando preparado para tus duros golpes, Manjiro se quejó, queriendo que disminuyeras la velocidad.

Una sonrisa danzó en tus labios antes de que se incliné y besó al pobre conejito, el sonido de la piel golpeando contra la piel y los ruidos húmedos de tus besos llenaron toda la habitación.

Empujas tu lengua en su boca, inmediatamente tomando el control de la dominación, sin dejar siquiera un poco de espacio para la resistencia.

Las manos de Mikey apretaron tu espalda, aplastando las uñas en tu espalda en el proceso y apretando su miembro.

Sueltas varios gemidos, dejando ir su boca en el proceso. ── Siempre tan ansioso conejito, siempre tomando lo que te doy. ── Una de tus manos exploró su pecho, jugando con sus pezones.

── S-Siempre estoy ansioso por ti... ── Él gaseó, la sensación de tu mano en su pecho lo hizo débil.

── Hmh... creo que sólo debo mantenerte como mi pequeño conejo. ¿Qué piensas de eso, eh? ── Las embestidas se hacían aún más rápidas, dejando a Manjiro con la mente en blanco.

── ¡A-Ah~! ¡Sí! ── Él se quejó, arrojando la cabeza hacia atrás. Aprovechas esta oportunidad, marcando su bonita piel con todo tipo de besos húmedos.

── Más, por favor. ── Aceptas a sus súplicas, empezando a mover tus caderas más rápido y más duro que antes, cada vez que empujas adentro Manjiro temblaba con cada empuje, siendo empujado hacia arriba cada vez.

── ¡S-se siente tan bien! ¡Ni siquiera pienses en p-parar! ── Su mente solo pensaba en como lo penetrabas, estaba en las nubes en este momento por el placer que recibía por tu parte.

── Mmm.. p-por supuesto, Manjiro... ── El nombre se deslizó tan fácilmente de tus labios, con Manjiro buscando aire.

Lo observabas de cerca, mirando cada reacción que venía del muchacho y mirando la protuberancia prominente de tu miembro dentro de él. ── Mira eso, eres tan pequeño, ni siquiera puedo tomar mi polla bien. ── Tu mano dejó su pecho, presionando fuertemente sobre la protuberancia de su estómago.

── ¡A-Ah! ¡No puedo soportarlo! ── Ríes de sus patéticos gritos, sus ojos fueron a rodar por la parte posterior de la cabeza, él puede tomar todo, es un buen conejito, dispuesto a hacer cualquier cosa por ti.

Fue muy divertido ver al jefe de Bonten deshacerse bajo tus órdenes.

[sluttycottonball]

~Crybaby~

Bonten Manjiro Sano X Male Reader

CW~ Dacryphilia

A/N~ I’m posting all the stories from my other account. That one is now deleted.

Sweaty white hair stuck to Manjiro’s forehead as he watched tears fall down Y/N’s face. Oh how he loved it when Y/N sobbed from his cock. He had only been thrusting for a few minutes, but Y/N was already a whiny mess. Manjiro’s cock hit Y/N’s prostate repeatedly, making his legs tremble as he wrapped them around Manjiro’s waist.

“You look so pretty when you cry, my love...~” Manjiro cooed, stroking Y/N’s hair as he pounded into his plump ass. Y/N could only whimper, speaking too difficult for him in this state.

Manjiro’s cock was long and big, stretching Y/N’s tight hole more than he thought possible. Manjiro had spent an hour stretching and teasing Y/N with his fingers, but that didn’t help much.

“M-Mikey!~ S’ too big!~” Y/N whined, tears spilling from his pretty eyes. Manjiro grinned, only quickening his pace.

“You can take it, pretty boy.~” Manjiro said through gritted teeth. Y/N was squeezing him so much, his hole sucking his cock in greedily.

Manjiro reached up, playing with Y/N’s nipples, making him shudder and moan. He leaned forward to suck on Y/N’s neck, making his member hit even deeper.

“C-Cumming!~” Y/N slurred, his body tending as he felt his release pooling in his stomach.

“No, not yet, darling.” Manjiro whispered, his hand wrapping around Y/N’s cock and squeezing tightly. Y/N’s breath caught in his throat, a low whine being the only thing that escaped. He was so close, but Manjiro had take it away from him. Manjiro stared at Y/N, his dark eyes watching his every move.

“Please! Needta cum so bad!~” Y/N begged, his legs shaking.

“Okay, baby. Cum with me, yeah?~” He thrusted a bit more, before spilling his seed into Y/N’s hole with a groan. He released Y/N’s cock, and his cum immediately spilled out, landing all over his chest and stomach.

Manjiro smiled softly as Y/N drifted off to sleep, and lovingly stroked his tear streaked face. Placing gentle kisses all over Y/N’s body, he gently cleaned up, then snuggled up with Y/N for some much needed sleep.

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Twenty-Two

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4467

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“Where did you get these papers?” Haruchiyo asked, spreading out the rest of the documents from the folder on your desk. 

“From Tekeomi.” You noticed Sanzu tensing his muscles. “He said to forward them to me.” 

"Where did HE get it from?" The man asked coldly. 

"I don't know. His assistant didn’t mention anything.” You took the dirty glass and took it to the bathroom to rinse off the cigarette ash. You threw the pet into the small trash can and when you looked in the mirror, you saw that Sanzu wasn't the only one who got dirty. 

You washed your face and mouth carefully so as not to re-injure the fresh wound and returned to the room just as your companion was talking to someone on the phone. From his icy tone and a few insults, you figured he was talking to his older brother. 

“There was no annotation, asshole.” Sanzu growled impatiently. “I don't give a damn that you're in favor of the meeting now. No. No. NO. Fuck you. Yes, talk to him, because he obviously forgot how to do this type of work.” 

He hung up, threw his phone on your bed and leaned over the desk again, looking through the papers once more while muttering to himself. 

“There is no annotation, I am not blind.” 

You grabbed two new glasses from the cabinet and returned to your desk to pour the rest of the alcohol from the bottle into them. You poured it evenly and handed one glass to Sanzu, which he accepted with a nod and took one sip. 

“Maybe the guy just forgot to pass on the information…” 

“Dude doesn't like you because you work with me. Simple prejudices.” Haruchiyo said. “If he knew what we just did, he would have a twist in his stomach.” 

“Maybe then Takeomi would find a less biased assistant?” You asked, making an innocent joke and the man laughed softly. 

"What did he tell you?" 

“The guy's file is a copy of what they had in the police archives, so it comes from our man. It's not complete because he didn't have the time or opportunity to copy everything, but... For now, this will have to be enough for us.” 

"Us?" You took a sip of the alcohol and looked at Sanzu with a little surprise. “I thought the Uchiyama case was unofficially mine alone…” 

“Theoretically it is, but due to the fact that Kisaki delegated you back to me…” He gave you a long look from under his long eyelashes. “I won't let you deal with this shit alone.” 

“How nice of you, thank you Haruchiyo.” You muttered, setting your empty glass on the cabinet right next to the desk and leaned over the desk, resting your hands on it. 

“Know the grace of the lord.” The other one grumbled and you smiled slightly. 

“So the real Uchiyama is dead.” 

"Yes. The question is who you saw with Emiko.” 

“Maybe it's better to ask her herself?” 

“What if he cheated on her too?” 

“We won't know until we ask.” 

“You are prohibited from approaching this bitch.” Sanzu reminded you in a serious tone. 

“Then you talk to her.” 

“I am forbidden from approaching her alone.” The man coughed and you looked up at him. Ah, yes... Sanzu and his sweet disposition, especially when he's around people who insulted Manjiro Sano, and Emiko never liked Mikey, what you never understood... 

“Then we have an impasse.” 

Sanzu grimaced in frustration and slammed his hand on the desk. “All we have to do is ask Takeomi for help.” 

“Choji mentioned that Hanma was at her place.” You remembered the words of one of Kisaki's bodyguards. 

“Hanma?” The man thought for a moment, then quickly walked over to your bed, took his phone and dialed the appropriate number. 

You sat down in your chair behind the desk and while waiting for the pink-haired man to finish his conversation, you picked up one of the reports and started reading it. 

The man took care of his younger sister's son for some time, but when the boy was four years old he returned to his mother, who filed an indictment against Ryousuke for child molestation - no traces of abuse of the little boy were ever found. False accusations. 

Uchiyama reported several times that his sister, Mrs. Sugiyama, was abusing her three children, especially her oldest son, Daisuke... 

Why did he interfere? Usually relatives who don't live with the rest of the family don't report such matters... Oh, he lived with them, or rather she lived with him... Now everything was starting to become clear... 

You took another sheet of paper and continued reading. In his teens, Daisuke was sent to a reformatory and his two younger siblings were taken away from their mother due to confirmation of Uchiyama's suspicions of his sister's child abuse. And the woman herself was sent to prison for a short term. Correct, but what else did it have to do with Uchiyama and the case? 

The man had no wrongdoings, no debts, and his only enemy was his own sister, so... 

You reached for another piece of paper and started looking at it. Ah... Here. 

“He applied to adopt Daisuke Sugiyama and was granted it.” You said loudly and Sanzu looked at you uncertainly. 

"And what about this?" 

“Daisuke Sugiyama came to live with him as his legal guardian after he was released from reform school and after a year, Ryousuke Uchiyama suffered a fatal accident. But two months earlier, his mother and Uchiyama's sister committed suicide... Which was reclassified as murder two years ago." 

"So?" Sanzu asked, still not understanding, but when you looked at him, you noticed that the gears in his head were turning at full speed. 

“What if the guy claiming to be Ryousuke Uchiyama is Daisuke Sugiyama?” 

“He would use his relative's personal information?” 

“What if he's just doing it informally?” 

Haruchiyo thought for a moment and sent a message to someone. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Give me a moment." He opened the reply message and nodded. “We'll get more information on this Sugiyama thing in a few hours. If you're right, we'll be able to get the fugitive faster." 

“Do you think Emiko knew?” You asked after a moment and Sanzu snorted disdainfully. 

“She changed her personal details herself, didn't she?” 

“This doesn't prove anything yet…” 

"Stop. I bet the mother molested her children and the son later took revenge.” He sat down in the armchair with a loud sigh and stretched his legs out in front of him. He took a bottle of pills from his pocket, took two, and set the bottle on the edge of the desk. He rested his head on his hand, and his bright eyes began to stare into the dark glass. “This case was only supposed to be about murdering whores, not some family drama.” 

“Most often, one does not exclude the other.” You replied calmly, pouring another portion of alcohol into the glasses. You offered the man one, which he took after a short while and began sipping the drink. “If this abuse also included molestation… And our Ryousuke Uchiyama, it's actually Daisuke Sugiyama…” Sanzu looked at you attentively, waiting for what you would say next. “Maybe that would explain why he hurt Yuuta. My mother once told me that children imitate the behavior of their guardians or people, they consider to be authorities. 

“Even when it comes to bad behavior? About harassment? No child likes this..." 

“It's not important. How many people do you know who were harmed in childhood at the hands of their parents, for example alcoholics, and now do the same, despite the fact that they know this pain?” 

The pink-haired man scratched his cheek and looked away from you. He drained the glass and set it aside next to the drug bottle. 

“I know what you're getting at, and I won't deny that you're right…” He frowned and looked at you again, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “You're not like that.” 

"Really?" You asked just as sarcastically, and the room fell silent. 

Haruchiyo's bright eyes wandered around your room, stopping at random pieces of furniture or decorations, of which you actually had very little. “Okay, you have episodes.” 

“Thank you for your honesty.” 

“Are you sure you want to find your son?” 

“He's mine and I want to raise him. I owe it to my mother and sisters.” You said, offering Sanzu another glass of alcohol, but this time he refused, so you just poured yourself one and drank it straight away. 

“What if you start hurting him?” 

“I won't.” You answered with a confident voice, looking at the drink in the glass. 

"Where do you get that confidence? You won't deny that you can be aggressive when you drink alcohol, and you like to abuse it." 

“Yes, I like drinking alcohol. I'm abusing it, it's true." You drained your glass and looked at the rest of the drink in the bottle. “But I can stop drinking for a long time if I want to…” 

“A few days is not a long time.” Sanzu pointed out at you, and you pursed your lips. 

“True, but I'm not aggressive without a reason. You know it well that first someone has to seriously threaten people close to me for me to attack.” You raised your index finger and looked carefully at your companion. “And it doesn't matter if I drank or not.” 

Sanzu smiled slightly and turned his head to the side. “Children like to throw their caregivers off balance, especially as they grow up.” 

“I love my mother too much to raise my hand against a child.” 

“You've already done this a few times, remember? That kid in the alley, he was with his friend..." 

“The little shit was threatening his schoolmate with a penknife. He deserved a black eye.” You tried to justify yourself as you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. “By the way, he wasn't my kid.” 

Sanzu burst out laughing at these words, and a spark of genuine amusement appeared in his eyes. “Tell me, would you be willing to kill for your son?” 

“I'm ready to do it.” You replied, making a serious face and the man chuckled softly. 

“Oh, interesting, interesting.” He stood up from his armchair, leaned over the desk and grabbed the tip of your chin with his fingers. He looked at you through narrowed eyes for a moment, then he kissed your forehead, your cheek, and when his hand tilted your head slightly, his lips connected with yours in a short kiss, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. “Don't think about it too long.” 

He let go of you, took his pills and headed towards the door. You saw him off with sad eyes, because you hoped he would stay at least another hour... And when Sanzu turned around in the doorway to look at you one more time, he smiled broadly and before closing the door behind him, he blew you another kiss. You blushed to the tips of your ears and drank the rest of the alcohol straight from the bottle. 

The only consolation was the fact that you would spend the night hunting together, and a shiver of excitement ran through your body. 

You went to the window, intending to light a cigarette, which you had already put in your mouth, you opened it and reached out to reach for the ashtray, but your hand found nothing. Your first thought was that Haru's words had come true, and the ashtray had fallen down, but when, feeling a twinge of fear, you leaned out, you didn't notice the missing item either on the path below or on the well-kept lawn. You looked around the windowsill again, thinking your eyes were playing a trick on you, but in fact the windowsill was empty. 

With your heart pounding, you began to look around the room and when your eyes landed on a small table with a medium-sized indoor plant on it, you breathed a sigh of relief. Hidden behind one of the large leaves was an ashtray, clean and shiny as new. 

You took it in your hand and put it back on the prepared place on the windowsill, took out the lighter and lit a cigarette. You leaned quite comfortably on the windowsill and stuck your head outside. A gentle breeze blew pleasantly across your face, slightly moving your hair, which you hadn't tidied up after Sanzu released it from his grasp, and you smiled to yourself at the memory of the bliss on his beautiful face. 

You did it. You gave him pleasure and satisfied him no worse than all those girls who have ever willingly agreed to any sexual activity with such an unpredictable person as Haruchiyo Sanzu. For a moment, you felt so proud of it, as if you were still a teenager and had just experienced your unforgettable first time. 

You took a slow and deep drag on your cigarette and looked up at the blue, almost cloudless sky. You wondered what Hanma had already managed to get out of your former fiancée and felt a pang of jealousy that the man could look her in the face. You yourself had many questions for the woman that will never actually be asked, and even if at least some of them are answered, you will never know the whole answer. Shuji promised that he would give you information as soon as he found out something, but you were perfectly aware of the fact that the man would first consult everything with Kisaki and only then, perhaps, he would tell you something. 

You understood them, and even though it hurt, you tried not to hold it against them. They were looking out for Bonten's interests, and if you found out anything that could break the camel's back, you would definitely lose control of yourself. You would unleash hell and everything other than revenge would no longer matter to you. You would destroy everything you have built so far, and you would end up with a bullet in your head. 

You had an incident that you would rather forget, but on the other hand you will always remember it. You then ended up with a gunshot wound to the chest and the surgeon working for the syndicate told you that you were either extremely lucky that the bullet missed the vital organs, the shooter missed, or it was simply a warning. 

You were left with a beautiful scar, and although you vowed to find the shooter and teach him a lesson, you were also grateful that he stopped you. You found out after the fact that any traces you had at the crime scene were destroyed by the chemicals used or by the fire itself. Your action could have seriously harmed everyone, but luckily it ended relatively well. 

You blew the smoke through your nose and looked at the glowing tip of the cigarette and you could have sworn you smelled burning flesh again... 

You stood in the middle of a spacious room whose decor screamed wealth, wealth, wealth. Behind the large windows you could see the night sky and the lights in the windows of the neighboring buildings, and between them below, the lights of the streets and passing cars. There, it was normal nightlife, and up here... You were the only one alive, or so you thought. 

From behind the once white sofa, now almost completely splattered with blood, you heard the man's long, pained groan and your head turned in that direction. You saw one of your victims try to crawl away, but their hands were slipping in puddles of thick, red liquid. You watched him with interest, as if you were watching an animal documentary on TV. You couldn't remember exactly, but you could have sworn you shot the guy at least five times... 

“God, let me live… God help me…” The distraught man whispered, his voice choking, and when you moved closer to him so that he could see you, he froze in his tracks. He lifted his head with difficulty and looked at you with fear in his eyes. “Oh God, oh God…” 

You crouched down to get a better look at the man and after a moment you recognized him. He was the head of a smaller gang who tried to harm the flourishing Bonten. He was spreading false things about Manjiro Sano, which in itself was a death sentence, but the worst part for you was that he was trying to deceive and frame Haruchiyo Sanzu. It was already a death wish and you decided to fulfill it. 

"Please don't... I'm begging you, spare my life..." The man sobbed, clenching his bloody hands into fists and pressing his forehead to the floor. “I learned my lesson, and I will never make that mistake again…” 

"You're right." You replied calmly, slightly raising your hand in which you still held the gun. You had already used up the three full clips you had brought with you, and now you were about to finish things off with a fourth. "Look at me." 

The man obeyed and his forehead came into contact with the barrel of your gun. Indescribable terror appeared in his eyes, red with tears, and almost animal moans and sobs began to escape from his mouth. 

“You will never make a mistake again.” You squeezed the trigger and felt more drops of blood land on your face. 

You got up and checked the rest of the seven bodies to make sure no one else had survived. You calmly walked through all the rooms of the apartment and in the bedroom, you found two more bodies lying motionless on the floor. Blood trails leading from the door indicated that the bullets had hit their target as they tried to leave the room. 

You nodded in satisfaction and walked over to the large bag you had brought with you. You took out a can of gasoline and started pouring it on the bodies, carpets, curtains and furniture. You didn't think about the consequences then. You also didn't think about the neighboring apartments at that time, because you knew that no one lived on this floor and the two floors below. It was a relatively new building and it belonged entirely to the man you had just shot. This made everything easier for you, especially since the monitoring was still not working and the technician wouldn't show up until the next day. 

You put the empty canister down and took the lighter out of your pocket. You looked around again to make sure you were standing in a safe place and threw the lighter at the bodies, which immediately caught fire. The flames spread throughout the rooms in the blink of an eye and soon you felt the stench of burning hair and heat. 

At that moment you should have turned around and left, but you couldn't. The flames were so beautiful, and you began to feel them cleansing you of the crime you had just committed. You didn't hear the apartment door open with a bang... 

“L/n! What the fuck did you do?!” You heard someone's voice, but you didn't react. “L/n!” 

Your eyes noticed movement among the largest gathering of bodies, and it dawned on you that someone had managed to trick you... You pulled out your gun again and aimed... 

“L/n! Enough! Get out of here before it all burns down!” Someone turned you around by the arm and you looked into Rindou Haitani's violet eyes. 

"I did not finish." You replied briefly and looked back towards the still alive man who was flailing on the floor in flames. 

“Go away or we'll shoot you!” Someone else shouted, but you didn't know who, you pulled the trigger, and the burning man froze. The smell of burning flesh was already in the air, and the air was unbearably hot. 

“Rindou, leave him!” Ran shouted worriedly, as if sensing what might happen next. 

You felt Rindou trying to pull you towards the exit, so in the simplest of reflexes you aimed at his head and... You felt a hit on your chest, though you hadn’t saw the blow and as the younger Haitani took your gun, and you felt wetness trickle down your chest and stomach, and it dawned on you that you had been shot. 

It was enough to snap you out of your trance... 

“Fuck…” You whispered, pressing your hand to the wound and falling to one knee. You didn't know who shot because there were a few other guys from Bonten standing in the doorway and almost all of them had a gun at the ready. 

“L/n! Y/n!” Rindou shouted and grabbed your arm on one side, and his older brother appeared on the other. “Cover all the tracks!” He gave the order and two of the gang rushed forward to deal with the traces of your blood. “Don't try to faint, much less try to die, L/n!” 

You were taken out of the apartment where the temperature was already unbearably high. You felt yourself starting to lose consciousness, but you didn't feel any pain, which surprised you... 

“If you die, Sanzu will kill you!” Rindou shouted slightly panicked. 

"I would like to see that." An angry Ran replied half-jokingly. 

When a gust of cold air from outside the building hit your face... 

That was the last thing you remembered. A cold gust of air and darkness. You didn't even remember taking the elevator all the way down, and you had to do it because the burning apartment was on the twelfth floor. 

You took a drag on your cigarette and slowly blew the smoke out the window where you were standing. You regained consciousness only after a few days, and the first thing you heard after the doctor left was a scolding from Haruchiyo Sanzu, who looked terrible at the time. You later heard from Kakucho that when number two left your room, he took so many drugs that he slept for almost two whole days. I came close to overdosing. You promised yourself then that you would never lose your temper again. 

You didn't remember how you got into that building, when and who started shooting... You only remembered the events from the moment you found the man behind the sofa. 

You put out your cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill and closed the window. You stood there for a moment and looked at the clouds floating in the sky. It was after that incident that Sanzu started holding you closer to him, as if he was afraid to let you out of his sight for too long. It quickly stopped bothering you, you got used to it and you were grateful that he didn't abandon you. You did it for him and everyone was aware of the fact that, if need be, you would do it again without hesitation. 

You sat back at your desk and opened Ryousuke Uchiyama's file folder again and started reading the reports from the beginning. Before long, your phone rang, and you looked at the screen to see that the call was coming from your coffee shop. 

You furrowed your eyebrows in surprise and answered the call. “Y/n L/n on the phone, I'm listening.” 

“Boss, this is Asahi…” You heard a woman's voice sounding uncertain, which didn't happen often. “I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you, but there was a customer at the café today who would really like to meet you…” 

“About what?” You asked, feeling strangely anxious. 

“He said it was a private matter... I had never seen this man before. He didn't look suspicious and I think he was in his sixties...” Came the reply and your mind couldn't place any of your newest enemies who might somehow discover that you were the owner of the coffee shop. 

“I understand, Asahi-chan. Did this customer introduce himself?” You asked calmly, still going through the names in your head and trying hard to match them to the man's age given by your employee. 

“Ah, he left his card. I have it in my hand...” You heard the gentle rustle of clothes and heard a woman's voice on the phone again. “Detective and Security Services, Tsuyoshi L/n.” 

Tsuyoshi L/n... All the blood drained from your face and an icy chill ran down your spine. It is impossible... 

“Can you tell me the spelling of the ending shi, please?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but you couldn't hide all your anxiety and there was silence on the phone for a moment. 

“Is everything okay, boss?” The woman asked worriedly. 

“Yes, yes... Please, Asahi-chan. Spelling of the ending..." 

“Ah, of course. The kanji shi is written as in will, purpose.” 

Tsuyoshi... So many years have passed... 

“Alright, thank you. Did the man have any distinguishing marks?” 

“Hmm... A thin scar near his left ear.” The woman answered after a moment and your heart skipped a beat and the blood began to rush back to your face. 

"Thank you. Was he clearly visible on the cameras?” 

“Boss?” 

"Answer me please. Nothing bad is happening. I just want to make sure... It could be a member of my family that I haven't seen in a while and someone has been impersonating him multiple times trying to contact me.” You explained calmly, knowing that Asahi would connect the facts you just talked about with the story you shared with her three years ago. 

“Ah! I see!" The woman laughed uncertainly, and you smiled slightly, feeling relieved. “Yes, we have him on recordings. Should I send you a frame from the video where he will be visible?” 

“Yes, great idea my dear. I would be grateful." 

“Okay, I'll do it. Please give me a few minutes.” You said goodbye to the woman and the call ended. 

Tsuyoshi. Detective and security services. Yes, so far everything was consistent with what you remembered and knew. Even the scar next to his ear and his age... Still, you had to see for yourself. Too many people have tried to get closer to you by using this character. 

A multimedia message notification arrived on your phone and you opened the photo. The video frame was quite good quality and perfectly showed the face of the coffee shop customer who was trying to contact you. 

A tall man in his sixties, gray hair combed neatly and elegantly... A good quality suit, typical for the middle class. Still a handsome face and piercing eyes. It was definitely him, and you hadn't seen him in over 10 years. Tsuyoshi L/n, your dear father's younger brother. 

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Pairing: Platonic! Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Brother! Male! Reader.

Warnings: Fighting, mention of death, general angst, bad words, reader has established appearance.

Summary: After Emma's death, Toman's battle against Tenjiku is set to begin, but what happens when Takemichi and Chifuyu find the last hidden member of S62...?

English is not my first language any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know!

Takemichi knew that neither Mikey nor Draken could go fight Tenjiku; he couldn't blame them either, they had just lost a very important loved one. But he wasn't willing to let Tenjiku win in such a way; even if he had to give his life, he would do it for Mikey and the promises he had made.

With the help of his friends, they arrived at the seventh pier of Yokohama; there was all of Tenjiku, including the bigwigs of said gang.

Takemichi was in the center, with the Toman behind him. Watching as Tenjiku began to approach them calmly.

Some members were still in the containers, watching everything. "We'll start with a vanguard fight," Izana demanded.

Takemichi had no idea what that was. But Mochizuki was more than willing to fight, although he was stopped by Shion, while the Toman gave Pehyan.

The tension between the Toman was almost palpable, but it soon turned to calm, as with a single blow, Pehyan defeated Shion.

“Why don’t you try talking instead of barking!?” he shouted. Was it going to be that easy? Maybe Toman could win. Takemichi thought.

After giving the signal, everyone began to fight; Tenjiku’s advantage was obvious: although the Toman’s skills were good, Tenjiku was stronger.

In an act of desperation, Chifuyu decided that it was better to advance with Takemichi and his friends, as reaching Izana was going to be a real challenge.

Pehyan was knocking out many members of Tenjiku; Izana, seeing that, decided to take matters into his own hands.

Pushing aside the crowd that was forming around Pehyan, he smiled mockingly. “What are you waiting for?” he said with the intention of provoking the vice-captain of the third division even more.

“The general’s head will be mine!”he shouted as he ran. However, he was knocked out by a kick from Izana, which sent him flying.

The small fights of the others stopped for a few moments due to the surprise that such an act produced.

Chifuyu decided to fight against Mochizuki, the Haitani brothers against Angry and Hakkai, Takemichi went against his childhood friend, Kakucho, Inupi went against the former captain of the fifth division, Muto, but was knocked down by Kokonoi, the person he wanted to save...

In the shadows produced by the containers, a man with semi-long blond hair watched everything with a sadistic smile.

"I just want Mikey to arrive~"he whispered with what seemed to be pleasure. He leaned his back against the container again, closed his eyes tightly and the smile on his face turned bitter. "I can't wait to destroy you, little brother~"

When he looked back out, his eyes widened slightly in surprise: all the other members of S62 were lying defeated on the ground.

He let out a growl, slammed the container in front of him, and began walking through them so he could find Izana.

He was careful not to be seen by anyone from Toman; the last thing he wanted was for a fuss to start too soon.

“Izana-kun, can I come in? Mochi, Shion, Ran, and Rin are all totally finished. At this rate, the Toman won’t take long to reach us.” His tone was strange, a mix of seriousness with seduction and mockery.

“You were supposed to go in when Mikey arrived,” Izana replied. “Oh, come on~,” (M/n) whispered.

“Hide back. If Mikey doesn’t show up, you can finish off the remains of Toman. The only way you're going to be able to get out is if this gets even more out of hand. Until then I don't want anyone to see you." Izana's gaze was intimidating, but it didn't stop (M/n).

"Mmm~" with a mocking smile and a threatening glint in his eyes, he returned to the darkness of the containers, finding the perfect hiding place to continue watching the massacre that Toman's battle against Tenjiku had become.

His attention focused on Kakucho and Takemichi; Izana's friend was beating the dyed blond to a pulp, but (M/n) had to accept that his resistance was extraordinary.

"Mikey-kun has good friends. It's a shame that everything is going to end today." he muttered.

The fight took an unexpected turn when Kisaki approached Takemichi with a gun. The blond was bleeding profusely; one of his eyes was half open, a product of the blows he received from Kakucho.

"Shit, he's crazy" (M/n) said. Takemichi's gaze did not show terror; unlike his friends, determination emanated from the blond.

"I guess it's time to intervene." Quickly, (M/n) began to climb down the containers, and once he was on solid ground, he ran towards Kisaki.

The sound of the gun scared everyone, but their surprise was greater when they saw "Mikey" grabbing the gun so that the bullet did not pierce Takemichi's skull, but his foot.

"Come on, Kisaki, don't act like a bad boy, we all know here that you are not capable of killing with a gun." Takemichi's eyes were wide open in shock, even the pain had been put aside.

"MIKEY!" he shouted. With a look of contempt, (M/n) looked at Takemichi. "Don't get false hopes up, you crying hero. I'm not Mikey" he replied harshly.

"What?" the blond whispered. From his kneeling position, he began to mutter things that (M/n) couldn't understand.

To his surprise, Takemichi stood up, with a determined look, which was directed at Kisaki; he shouted at him. "I won't give up even if I lose my life!"

Kisaki's breathing became more and more agitated; (M/n) couldn't help but mock in his mind at the childish reaction Kisaki was having.

"I'm going to kill you." The one with glasses pointed the gun at Takemichi's forehead again, but he didn't count on the blond's cunning, as he took a step to be able to join the cold metal with his warm skin.

"So what are you waiting for? It will be easy, right? Just like when you killed Emma." Takemichi murmured haltingly.

Kisaki lowered the weapon, preferring to give Takemichi a good blow that sent him flying. Akkun helped the blond to stand up. Apparently, such an act of bravery by Hanagaki had managed to motivate the rest of the defeated members of Toman.

(M/n) took the opportunity to disappear from the scene for a moment, understanding that it was not time to show off.

He watched as Takemichi ran towards Izana, being blocked by a kick from the white-haired one.

He grimaced in pain, mocking the blond. "Who do you think you are!?" Izana asked him. Takemichi stood up again, receiving the same answer: punches, kicks and more were thrown at him.

"Shit, how does he keep standing up?" he said at the same time Takemichi approached Izana.

"You're tenacious, aren't you? Unhappy." Izana growled. Another blow and more blood; it was becoming an unpleasant loop.

At the last blow, Takemichi was left with his fist raised. "You're late..." With those two words, his oulo rose above his head. "I didn't give up, so I didn't lose the fight." No one understood what was going on.

"What? What are you talking about?" Izana asked him. (M/n) began to look around for someone who could be the recipient of such words.

Laughter began to bubble in his throat. "Little brother! Hahaha!" The echo of his voice produced by the containers was almost chilling.

Mikey walked past Izana. "Step aside, I'll talk to Takemichi for a second. " He continued walking, put his hand on the opponent's hair and thanked him.

Tears began to sting Takemichi's blue eyes. The sound of a motorcycle arriving diverted (M/n)'s attention; on it were Draken and Hinata.

"What is a girl doing here?" he asked into the air.

Again, (M/n) came out of the gaps in the containers. With slow steps, he approached where Izana was.

"I guess our time has come, hasn't it?" The purple and black eyes combined, the thirst for blood surrounding them, the pleasure of revenge shared.

(M/n) looked at Mikey; they were so similar and at the same time so different. Mikey had had the support of Shinichiro, Emma, of the entire Toman; he had received the love of friends. (M/n) only had Izana, and he was fully aware that the white-haired one only used him.

He knew that Mikey had never looked for him. When he was born, his mother had already left Shinichiro with his grandfather; three years later, when he was born, he was left in an orphanage.

Shinichiro never met him, unlike Izana, who was even able to find his mother who turned out not to be his mother in the end.

Emma didn't meet him either, well, not directly. (M/n) intended to meet his sister, but never had the courage to do so and when Kisaki said it was better to kill Emma, he couldn't help but feel bad.

She was a sweet girl, at least that was what he understood when he saw her from afar. On her birthday, (M/n) brought her a flower arrangement, of which Emma never knew the sender.

With determined steps, Kurokawa and both Sano positioned themselves to fight. "Who are you?" Mikey asked him when he saw him. "I'm your dear older brother," (M/n) answered.

"I don't know you, it's impossible." Mikey was defensive, it was understandable given the situation he was in.

"But we're identical, you can't deny, Mikey." With a mocking smile, (M/n) threw a kick at Mikey, who blocked it with trouble.

"Let's fight, Mikey, show me how true that thing about the invincible Mikey is!" With that last shout, thousands of kicks and punches began to fall on the bodies of the three "brothers".

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A blond teenager watched from a distance what seemed to be an adult with three children around him, two blondes, a girl and a boy, while the other child was black-haired.

A small spark of envy appeared in his heart; he quickly recognized the four people. The older one and the two blondes were his friends; the black-haired one must be one of his friends.

They were playing in the park; the adult watched them with a smile. Apparently they were playing the princess and her two knights.

(M/n) never got to play that game, he was always alone; in the orphanage where his mother had abandoned him, all the children left him aside. At first he didn't understand why, but after escaping from the orphanage, he decided to look for his family.

Why didn't they ever go looking for him? Wasn't it worth it? Did they decide it was better to pretend he had never existed?

His ideas couldn't be more wrong; in fact, his mother always hid her pregnancy, so his birth had been secret and, therefore, his existence.

He left the place with a heavy heart; he also wanted to be part of that family, he wanted to feel loved.

He didn't notice the confused look Manjiro gave him when he saw how similar they were...