#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!

[captain-hawks]

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...?)

masterlist.

manjiro 'mikey' sano

"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

[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝐴𝑋 𝑓𝑡. 𝐿𝑖𝑙 𝑈𝑧𝑖 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑡 ♪

༺ Headcanons ༻

Headcanons ~ Tokyo Revengers (Separate) x Female Reader

Summary ~ Scenes where the guys crash out on you—yandere style

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Ryuguji Ken, Mitsuya Takashi, Baji Keisuke, Hanemiya Kazutora, Matsuno Chifuyu, Kawata Brothers, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma, Kokonoi Hajime, Inui Seishu, Kurokawa Izana, Kakucho, Haitani Brothers, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Sano Shinichiro, Akashi Takeomi, and Imaushi Wakasa

Extra Notes ~*Duos: The Haitani brothers, Kawata brothers, BajiTora, KisaHanma, KokoNui, IzaKakucho, and WakaNichiro. The men are not romantically together in this.

*It gets way more unhinged as the characters go. Like way darker.

*I didn’t realize how hard I’d fuck with the Kawata brothers scene. The BajiTora one too. 😩

*Obviously the Sanzu one is my favorite since he’s my favorite but it’s lowkey funny af, like he totally would do some shit like that. I might want to make a longer version of that one.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr and ao3. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦：

“You’re leaving me?” Mikey gave a breathless chuckle in response to your back turned to him. His arms rested on his lap as he sat on the couch in your living room.

Your attention circled back to him as your fingers fiddled with the ends of your top. “Manjiro, I just need some space.”

His blonde hair swayed slightly as he tilted his head. “Space from me?”

You could feel the pit in your stomach as your heart thumped against your chest. You knew Mikey had always been unpredictable, but you had never seen him like this.

His gaze was sharp, the dark irises piercing into you as the color drained from his face. The undersides of his eyes were dark, and a frown tugged at his lips.

Although this moment wasn’t expected, you had noticed a change in his behavior before this situation occurred. He started leaving your texts on read, distancing himself, going quiet, and acting like someone else—someone who contrasted his usual lighthearted demeanor. It was unnerving.

Your problem with him has always been communication. So, finally exhausted from the confusing behavior, you decided to end things. You thought he would’ve been okay with it, but you were dead wrong.

Before you could register any movement, he had you pinned against the front door, the palms of his hands grasping your cheeks tightly as you reach for his wrists.

“M—Manjiro! Get off of me, now!” You were intimidated by the look on his face.

“Don’t do that,” his voice lowered just above a whisper as he switched to gripping the sleeves of your shoulders, his head dropping to your neck. “You can’t leave me, Y/n. It’s not fair.”

What you hadn’t realized was that during the time Mikey was distant, he had been testing you—testing your loyalty, seeing if you cared, and waiting to see if you would keep trying. He wanted you to prove that you loved him—that you wouldn’t leave him. He needed you to.

“I thought you wanted this!” You exclaimed, tears pricking your eyes as you gripped his chest. “You’re so confusing, Mikey. I don’t know what else to do!”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, his lips trailing up your neck before he pulled back to look you dead in the eyes. “It’s alright. I know you love me. I love you too.”

“I know that you could never leave me, right? You just did it because you were desperate for my attention, yeah?” he cooed, meeting your foreheads.

You nodded in response.

You hated the way he made you feel crazy.

“Say it. Prove your love for me. Prove to me that you won’t leave me,” his voice was still low as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears.

“I love you, Mikey. I won’t ever leave you.”

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𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛：

Draken isn’t the type to lose himself when it comes to relationships. He carries himself with a sense of control and steadiness that others don’t seem to acquire.

You, with a crush on this man for years, decided to finally let it go. He never returned your calls, never returned the same energy you had given him, and always acted nonchalant. You couldn’t hate him for it, considering you thought that maybe he just wasn’t interested.

Draken wasn’t blind. He could feel the energy shift as soon as it began. He noticed how your gaze no longer lingered on him. He noticed the lack of notifications from you on his phone. You used to light up when he was around—using any excuse to talk to him, even just to be near him. Now? You barely spared him a glance.

It wasn’t until he noticed the familiar mannerisms being played out when you got closer with another guy—the way you would laugh at his jokes, the way you were always near the other man.

It pissed him off in a way he couldn’t explain.

Draken had never considered himself a jealous person. He wasn’t insecure, and he wasn’t the kind of person who needed attention. But seeing your change in behavior shift from him to someone else caused rage to bubble in his stomach.

He couldn’t stop himself when he saw you talking to one of your friends, not even in a romantic sense. He just couldn’t stand how nonchalant you were acting.

“Tch. Didn’t know you were the type to move on so fast.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at the man standing beside you, interrupting the conversation you were having with the male, who scurried off at Draken’s glare.

“What the hell are you talking abo—?” You began before getting cut off by him leaning closer to you, his hand placed on your shoulder.

“Figured you’d at least say somethin’ before acting like I don’t exist. What’s with your attitude lately, huh?” His eyes narrowed as his tone dropped.

Your eyebrows furrowed in response as you crossed your arms. “Really? Now you have something to say when I finally get tired of your nonchalant act,” you responded with a sigh. “I tried to pursue you for years, bro. You never noticed and you never cared—.”

“Bullshit,” he hissed, causing you to jolt back at his harsh tone. It was uncharacteristic of him to lash out. You’d never seen him so pressed. Especially by you.

“You don’t know shit about what I noticed or cared about,” he said as he leaned closer to you.

Your eyes were wide as you stared at the frustrated man. You didn’t know how to react when he was acting so intensely. You were so used to the lack of attention before that receiving this behavior now was throwing you off. You forced yourself to hold your ground, regaining your composure.

“Then why didn’t you do anything about it? You treated me so coldly, like you didn’t care. You expect me to believe you now?”

His jaw clenched, though his expression softened. “Thought you’d be better off. I didn’t want you to get caught up in my shit,” he began. “But it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t care what you believe. I’ll be damned if I let your ass run off with some other guy.”

The fingers on your shoulder trailed down to your wrist, wrapping around the limb before tightening his grip. His dark eyes stayed on you as he pulled back with a calmer expression.

“Y—you don’t get to decide that. You’re too late—,” you tried to fight back, but he only scoffed as he cut you off.

“The hell I am,” he muttered before releasing you. “You’re not over me. You know who you belong to. I dare you to try and prove me wrong,” he said before leaving you with your own thoughts.

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𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎：

Mitsuya is the best friend any woman could have. He was always a thoughtful, patient man who never acted on impulse. He was a man who acted with precision in a calculated manner. He was a very giving person who had used his experience in life to become the perfect nurturer.

You had known him for years as the most reliable best friend you’d ever had. You felt lucky to have met someone so generous and protective. Whether it was his constant check-ins or the way he would drop everything for you—regardless of you telling him not to—he was always there for you.

But lately, something was off about the way he looked at you. Even the way his words came off seemed more condescending. He was still the same guy, but you’d noticed the extra glances—the way his smile grew more fabricated when others came around. When it came to other guys, even his advice seemed more biased and judgmental.

You decided to ignore it. You could never see him in a negative light, and you refused to. That is, until now.

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” he said in that soft but calculated tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You blinked in confusion. “What’s up?”

“I’m talking to you now. Alone,” he said, his tone dropping as you watched his gaze switch to irritation.

The guy you were talking to sensed the tension and quickly excused himself. Mitsuya’s gaze didn’t waver from yours as his hand rested on your shoulder, leading you a little further away from the festival.

“Takashi, what’s going on?” you asked, concern dripping from your tone.

“You and that guy… You’ve been so friendly with him lately,” he said, his tone light, but there was an undertone.

You sighed and placed your hands on your hips.

“We were just talking,” you began. “I’m not interested in him.”

He chuckled. “Talking? Alright, but you’re just so open with people, y’know? Too trusting. This is what makes you so vulnerable, and I have to come save you from bastards.”

You didn’t return the giggle, staring at him blankly instead.

“I can take care of myself, Mitsuya,” you said, irritation creeping into your voice. You saw his smile slightly crack, though he didn’t allow it to completely falter.

“I know that you’re frustrated, but you know I have to take care of you, Y/n. Otherwise, who else will?” He shrugged.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your arms crossed. “You’re being weird as fuck right now. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. J—just back off a little, alright?”

Your tone softened at the end. After all, you didn’t want to hurt your best friend’s feelings. You still cared about him.

When you tried to walk away, your forearm was snatched tightly until you were pulled into a chest. You looked at Mitsuya with wide eyes as disdain filled his gaze. He was no longer smiling, and a shadow looming over his eyes.

“I don’t give a shit about what you say. I’m the only person you can rely on, and you’ve proven that throughout our friendship. I take care of what’s mine,” his voice carried an undertone of a growl, his tone dropping octaves. “Don’t forget that.”

Then, he released you, giving you another look before walking away, leaving you to process his words while you rubbed the lingering pain on your arm.

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𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑖 ＆ 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑎：

The alley smelled of rust and filth, the scent of fresh blood thick in the air. Ragged breaths and gasps escaped from the man whose face was barely recognizable as he choked on his own blood. His head was pressed against the wet pavement as Baji's fists slammed into his face repeatedly.

You could only watch and scream from afar, horror and disgust written all over your expression. You tried to push past Kazutora, shoving at his shoulders, but he remained unmoving. Instead, he grasped your biceps and pulled you forward, the residue of blood from his own brutal beating smearing against your skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” Kazutora questioned, his voice calm, though irritation laced his expression. “This is your fault. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to us.”

Your fists beat against his chest as you struggled to yank yourself from his hold, only for his grip to tighten painfully.

“Is this how you're gonna act every time I date someone new? We're not fucking together anymore! I don't belong to either one of you! Stop acting like you own me!”

“You still don't get it, do you?” Kazutora released a breathless chuckle of amusement as he gazed at you. “It's not up to you. It hasn't been since the day we met.”

Behind him, Baji lifted himself from the unconscious man, his breaths heavy, fists dripping with fresh crimson. Blood splattered his face, streaking across his jacket. Crimson stained his teeth from the one punch the man managed to land, but a grin stretched across his lips as he glared down at the nearly lifeless victim. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck before his wild eyes snapped to you.

Kazutora released you just as Baji's hand wrapped around your throat, yanking you forward.

“I don't give a fuck about what you think,” he growled, his grip firm as his lips curled, sharp canines glistening with blood. “You belong to us, and I'll prove it like this every time.”

“No, I don't, Baji!” you exclaimed, grabbing at his wrist. “You both need serious fucking help!”

Despite the fear twisting inside you as you stared at the murderous intent in your exes' eyes, you were angry at their audacity.

Baji allowed you to pry his fingers off before you shoved yourself away from him. You stumbled back, gaze shifting to the barely breathing man.

You moved forward to check on him, but Kazutora blocked your path.

You glared at him before looking toward the limp man.

“I—I’m gonna get you some help!” Your voice trembled as you turned and ran. You would've called the police, but Kazutora still has your phone.

“Should we let her get away?” the golden-eyed male asked his friend.

Baji chuckled. ”Yeah... For now,” he murmured, voice slightly raspy as he wiped his sleeve across his sweaty face, only to smear more crimson.

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𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢：

“Chifuyu, please,” you beg, pulling against the ropes digging into the skin of your wrists and ankles as you lie on the bed. “Let me go.”

He sits on the bed beside your torso, gazing at you with his elbows resting on his lap. His expression is calm as he shifts upright.

“You know I can’t do that, Y/n,” he says simply. “I’m doing everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Your eyebrows furrow as pure rage burns through you at his statement, the pain from the restraints and the hours you’ve spent in this position only making it worse.

“Safe from what? You’re the one holding me fucking hostage!”

Chifuyu sighs, rubbing his fingers against his temple before reaching out to brush his thumb against your wet cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Freaking out isn’t gonna help. I don’t expect you to understand.” His tone is like that of someone consoling a child, which only pisses you off further.

“Understand? I understand that you’re fucking crazy! You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”

His soft expression hardens, his eyes piercing into yours.

“You’re proving my point. For as long as I think I can’t trust you, you’re staying here.”

Your breathing becomes ragged as you fight against the restraints harshly, ignoring the pain they cause. More tears fall freely, heat rushing to your face as anger and resentment boil over.

“You can’t do this to me! This isn’t love, Chifuyu! This is some kind of twisted fucking obsession! What is wrong with you?!” You can’t hold back any longer. You’ve been playing nice for a while, but it’s finally getting to you.

Chifuyu huffs as he stands from his position and turns to you. His hand grabs your jaw as he leans over, your noses almost touching.

“I’m only doing this because I love you,” he says, his tone sharp with frustration and offense. “If you can’t see that, then you can just get the fuck over it.”

Your body tenses under his grip before he sighs and releases you. He walks to the doorway but turns back before leaving.

“I’ll come back when you’re ready to talk like an adult.”

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𝑁𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑦𝑎 ＆ 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎：

Your hands tremble as you hug your knees to your chest. Your breaths are shallow as you gaze with wide eyes at the display of all the bloodied bodies of your male coworkers. Their limbs are disfigured with some of the bodies twitching while others are completely still. The few remaining coworkers and customers are hiding in the corners of the building, too terrified to move or say anything.

Nahoya stands next to you as he stares at the carnage. A wide grin is painted across his face as he eyes the destruction as if it is the most amusing thing in the world. However, there is a dark undertone to his gaze.

He crouched to your level, resting his elbows on his knees as he turned towards you, causing you to flinch in response.

“That really hurt, y’know,” he said, his tone light and casual. “You broke up with us, and that sucked…but we were willing to give you space. Thought you’d come back on your own.”

His head tilted as your breaths grew slightly harsher. “But then we come visit you at your work, and see you laughing it up with some shithead.”

Your lips part to respond, but nothing comes out. You are speechless. You didn’t expect any of this to happen. The conversation between you and the coworker was completely innocent. You were just joking about a shitty customer. Clearly, that doesn’t matter.

Nahoya’s fingers twitched as he waited for your response. When he realized you weren’t going to speak, he continued. “Now, me? I was pissed,” he said, smile stretching wider. “But Souya? He took it worse.”

As if on cue, Souya’s heavy steps filtered the eerily silent room as he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes. Blood is smeared across his cheeks and drips from his fingers as the crimson leaves a trail behind him. He stops when his shoes are in front of you.

“Come on,” he begins, his voice rough. “Let’s go.”

You stared up at him in horror, examining the stains of your coworkers' blood splattered all over him. You wondered if some of them were even still breathing.

“S—Souya…” you stuttered. Your throat is dry and raspy as your hands shake. You flinch as Souya scoops you up before placing you on Nahoya’s back.

“Guess we’re back together now, huh?” Nahoya mused as he locked arms around your legs as you held onto his shoulders. “You’ve had enough space, anyway.”

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖 ＆ 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎：

The atmosphere of the dimly lit room is suffocating. Sweat beads against your body, your clothes sticking to your skin as your wrists remain strapped above you. Hanma's head pokes through your arms, his lazy smirk resting inches from your head as you hang from his neck. His arms are loosely wrapped around your waist, his legs curling yours underneath his against the chair.

Kisaki crouches in front of you, his eyes fixated on the fresh cuts carved into your thighs by his pocket knife. Slowly, he brushes the padding of his gloved thumb against the crimson substance, smearing it against your skin as he presses against one of the wounds. You flinch, tears streaming down your face.

“Such a mess,” he murmurs. “If you had just listened, none of this would've been necessary.”

Hanma chuckles behind you, tilting his head to watch Kisaki tracing over your cuts. “She's a stubborn one, huh?” he muses. “Almost like she likes to be punished.”

Your breath hitches in response. “N-no, I don't! This is—!”

“Nah, nah, don't lie,” he purrs, his grip tightening around your waist. “Otherwise, why the hell would you keep running?”

Kisaki's eyes flick to yours, cold behind his glasses.

“That's what I don't get,” he says as he lifts the bloody knife, gliding his fingers against the blade. “You have everything you need with us, and yet you still tried to leave.”

His gloved, blood-streaked hand reaches for your jaw as he leans in.

“I'm sick of this shit. If you run again, I'll put a bullet in your leg. You won’t even have the option to run, again—ever.”

Hanma whistles lowly. “Damn, that's brutal,” he chuckles, his fingers trailing up your bloody thigh. “Guess that means you're staying right here with us, huh? Don't wanna get paralyzed, no?”

Your breathing is ragged, the pain in your thighs radiating, your chest tightening. Your head falls forward as Kisaki releases you.

You want to fight back. You want to scream. But you've learned the hard way where that gets you. This isn't the first time they've harmed you for going against their wishes. You're lucky to even be alive at this point.

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𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 ＆ 𝐼𝑛𝑢𝑖：

Your back slammed against the floor, pain shooting through your spine as Kokonoi hovered over you. His hands were tight around your wrists, pressing them against your chest.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, his voice eerily calm despite the fury in his eyes. "I give you everything—money, protection, my fucking heart—and you have the audacity to try and leave with this tool?”

A pit formed in your stomach as you shifted your gaze to Inui, who stood to the side, wiping his bloodied knuckles with a cloth. The man you had tried to escape with wasn't moving anymore.

“H-how could you kill him?” Your voice was hoarse and shaky.

Inui's cold gaze stared down at you. “How could you try to abandon us?”

Tears streamed down your face as your gaze turned back to Kokonoi. He lowered his head until his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closing.

“Don't look at me like that,” he murmured. “Not when you've brought this on yourself.”

“You're insane,” you sniffed. “Both of you.”

“That's rich,” Kokonoi chuckled as he pulled back, eyelids low. “Coming from someone who thought this little escape plan would work. Did it feel good to use someone else to your advantage, Y/n?”

Your breath hitched. “It wasn't like that, and you know that! I was in lo—!”

Kokonoi stuck the needle that Inui handed him into your neck, the tranquilizer's substance sinking deep into your skin. Your eyes began to flutter close as they both stare down at you.

“We’ll talk about this when you wake up.”

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𝐼𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑎 ＆ 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜：

You were stupid.

The fact that you thought you could confide in your escape plan to Kakucho, of all people, was insane.

It isn't that simple, though, is it?

Kakucho has always been your safe space. He was the one person you believed wouldn't hurt you. When things got tough with Izana, he'd be there to catch you—to save you from the punishment. It seemed as though he didn't agree with the way things were with Izana, so you thought he was on your side.

You hadn't realized how much of an enabler Kakucho truly was. You hadn't realized it was all an act—just to get you vulnerable enough to trust him. You thought he genuinely cared, that he genuinely wanted to see you free.

You were wrong.

Now, you're kneeling on the cold ground, your wrists cuffed behind your back. Slashes, gashes, and bruises litter your naked body. Blood stains the floor beneath you as you take ragged breaths.

Your gaze shifts from the floor to the man standing beside Izana's throne-like chair. “I hate you for this. You betraye—.”

Izana's chuckle cuts you off. “Don't blame him. You should've known how all this would play out, stupid girl.” He crosses one leg over the other, his elbows resting against the arms of the chair.

Kakucho's gaze is cold as he stares at your form. “I don't expect you to understand, Y/n. This is where you belong.”

Your eyes widen at the statement, contradicting everything he's told you up until this point. How could he lie like that?

“He did you a favor,” Izana says as he stands from his seat, walking toward you in a slow stride until he's right in front of you. “If you ran, I would've had to kill you.”

He crouches down, his eerie gaze boring into you, elbows resting against his knees. “I won't allow you to live without me.”

He reaches out, his thumb gliding against the sweaty skin of your chin. He smirks as you yank your face away, your gaze falling back to the floor.

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𝑅𝑎𝑛 ＆ 𝑅𝑖𝑛：

How were you supposed to know that the random guy at the bar was flirting with you? It wasn't like you were egging him on or even flirting back. You hadn't even noticed—if that was really happening at all.

Even so, why would the Haitani brothers be this mad? Why would they have you in such a position? You're not even together. You never have been. They're just your roommates. You didn't even know they were in the same bar when it happened.

Ran twirls his baton lazily between his fingers, a smirk playing on his lips. “After everything we've done for you, this is how you repay us?” His voice is lighthearted and teasing, like he's scolding a child.

Behind you, Rin sits with you on his lap, his arms wrapped around your frame in a near bone-crushing grip. You feel his breath against your neck. “Didn't take you for such a slut, Y/n.”

“That's because I'm not! You assholes are just fucking crazy!” you exclaim. “Why do you even care, huh? We're not together.” Your hands struggle to pry Rin's arms off you, but it's useless.

Ran hums, unimpressed. “I don't like your attitude.”

Without warning, he swings the baton, the end cracking against your thigh. A sharp jolt of pain shoots through your leg as you cry out, thrashing in Rin's hold while tears spill down your face. The skin of your thigh immediately tears at impact, crimson seeping through.

Rin's arms tighten further as Ran strikes again, sending you into an agony-filled frenzy. You beg and plead, desperately trying to free yourself, but Rin only holds you tighter.

Ran leans closer, pressing the end of the baton under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Hurts, doesn't it?” His smile widens, something dark lurking behind it.

“W-Well, what do you want me to do? I-l can't help it if some guy flirts with me!” you exclaim, your vision blurring as pain radiates through your leg.

“It's simple, really. Stop talking to him,” Ran says as he straightens up. “Or else you'll take the hits that were meant for him.”

Truth be told, they already killed him.

But you don't need to know that.

As far as you're aware, you chose to take the punishment in his place—out of pity for the innocent man. It doesn't matter, anyway. They'll do whatever it takes to make sure you learn your place.

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𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢：

Sanzu isn’t like other men.

There's something inherently wrong with him. The way he smiles, the way he laughs to himself when nothing has been said. Even the way his fingers twitch, like he's yearning for violence.

“I had a dream,” Sanzu murmurs, slowly turning his katana in his hands, the blade glinting under the dim light. “That you died.”

You tense, kneeling on the floor in front of where he sits on the couch. It's tradition—ever since he abducted you. Your hands rest in your lap as you look up at him with a slightly fearful gaze. You know better than to make any sudden movements. To do anything that could make him see you as a threat.

He loves you. In his own sick, twisted way. If he could, he'd bathe himself in your blood, cut your skin open, and crawl inside without killing you.

“I woke up pissed,” he continues, his voice eerily soft.

“Pissed that someone thought they could take you away from me. Pissed that I wasn't there to stop it.” He tilts his head, blue eyes shining beneath the pink of his lashes. ”Pissed that I didn't do it myself.”

A heavy pit settles in your stomach. “That's not funny, Haruchiyo.”

His lips curl in amusement.

Suddenly, he leans forward, pressing the edge of the katana under your chin, tilting your head up. The cold steel against your skin sends goosebumps up your arms as your heartbeat pounds against your chest.

“You make me crazy, y'know?” His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. “I’d burn the whole world down for you. I’d slice the heads off of every fucking man on this earth for you.” He pauses. “But I think I'd rather kill you off before you're taken from me.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. Just staring at each other in heavy silence.

Then, he pulls back, crossing one leg over the other with a light laugh. Setting the katana down beside him, he pats his lap.

“Come ‘ere.”

He exhales through his nose when you hesitate, giving you an unimpressed look. Without warning, he grabs your arm and yanks you forward, forcing you to straddle his lap.

His hands settle on your waist, his gaze unreadable. “Tell me you love me.” His thumb grazes your cheek. “I better believe it.”

“I love you, Haruchiyo.”

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𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 ＆ 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎：

Burning tobacco fumes fill the air of the dark room as Shinichiro sits on the couch, his gaze calm as he watches you enter the apartment. Despite the stoic gaze, you could see his jaw clenching from afar, exhaling smoke through his nose.

His friend, Wakasa, sits on the chair across from the couch as he chews on the dango stick. He’s relaxed in his seat as his elbows rest against the arms of the chair.

“Sit.”

Shinichiro’s voice is low and authoritative. The cigarette hangs in the air between his fingers as his elbow rests on the arm of the couch. His eyes narrow as he takes another long drag from the stick.

You hesitantly step forward, walking to the couch as you take a seat beside him. Your knees are pressed together as your heart thumps against your chest wildly. You haven’t seen Shinichiro this mad in a while. Despite him being a lighthearted guy, his anger is heavy.

“You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” His voice rises slightly as the air becomes suffocating.

“Know what, Shini? I don’t know what you mean,” you respond with confusion. You don’t understand what the issue is.

“Waka told me about you cheating on me,” Shinichiro said as he took another drag of the cigarette. “He caught you all up on some guy the other night. Is that why you’ve been so distant? Am I not enough for you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as your gaze shot to Wakasa, the friend who always tries to make you look bad. You had never expected him to just come out and lie like this. His heavy-lidded gaze doesn’t bother to meet yours as his fingers wrap around the stick hanging from his lips.

“What the fuck?! Shinichiro, I’ve never, ever cheated on you in my life!” You exclaim. “How could you believe that I would ever do that to you?”

“Told you, Shinichiro. Should’ve kept her on a tighter leash,” he says casually as a smirk grows on his expression.

“You dirty bastard!” You gasp as you move to stand from your seat, only for Shinichiro to snatch your wrist and pull you closer to him.

“Waka’s right, Y/n. I’ve been too lenient with you. You need to learn who you belong to, and I’m gonna make sure you know it,” he growled, disdain filling his gaze.

“S—Shini, you’ve gotta believe me! He’s lying! He’s always had it out for me,” you whine, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “You can’t be serious right now.”

Hands grasp your face as thumbs brush against the tears streaming down your cheeks. Shinichiro’s gaze softened as the cigarette hung from his lips.

The plan was so smooth.

It was ridiculously easy.

They just needed a reason to hold a tighter grip on you without you asking any questions. If you think that Shinichiro thinks you cheated, then you’ll have no problem proving your loyalty to him by not doing the things you normally do without him.

Without them.

Now that Wakasa will be more involved in the relationship by watching over you as a way to make sure you’re not doing anything you’re not supposed to, they’ve both gotten exactly what they want. And you fell right into the trap.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I forgive you, but you’ll have to prove to me and Wakasa that you’ll be a good girlfriend. You’ll have to build our trust again.”

Despite knowing that you had done nothing wrong, you still couldn’t shake the slight guilt of your boyfriend even looking at you differently, so you accepted his conditions.

“Be a little nicer to Waka, won’t you? He just cares,” Shinichiro says as he gives you a gentle smile.

You sniff as you nod in submission, knowing that you really didn’t have a choice since his friend is always going to be there.

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𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑖：

“Takeomi—what the hell? Let go!”

Your wrist throbbed in pain under his tight grip as he dragged you through the crowd, stopping when you finally reached the outer side of the building.

That guy—the one who was all over you tonight at the club. He was running his mouth, acting like he knew you. Takeomi had been watching the entire time as you let that guy wrap an arm around your shoulders, his cigar burning between his fingers as his jaw clenched.

You made him lose it.

“You think this is some kinda fuckin' joke?” His voice is low as his grip tightens more. You yelp as you try to pry his fingers off of you. “You don't get it, do you?”

“Let me fucking go! It hurts!” you exclaim as you finally yank yourself away from his grip, gently holding your own wrist as you eye him with disdain.

“What's your fucking problem, Akashi?! You're insane!”

Takeomi releases a humorless chuckle as he shakes his head. “You're insane for thinking you can just let some asshole touch what's mine.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “We're not even together! I'm not you-!”

“You are,” he growled as he stepped forward, all in your space as your chest almost pressed against him. “I don't give a fuck what you think this is. Fuck buddies, friends, whatever. As soon as my cock made it into your mouth, you became mine.”

“Akashi…” you trailed off, speechless at his words.

It's so confusing because he's the one that said he didn't want to label anything. You don't understand why he's acting like you're both dating.

He exhaled as he took a step back, his expression slightly softening though irritation still lingers. “I’m not askin' you to understand. I'm telling you how this is gonna go.”

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Monsters: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa

“He ate my heart”

Pairings: Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano x female reader, Izana Kurokawa x female reader

Series summary: Your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.

Content warning generally: DARK CONTENT, Tokyo revengers AU, female reader, virgin reader, heavy smut, polyamory, Dark Impulse Mikey, Manipulative Izana, inaccurate/inconsistent university terminology, heavy angst with little comfort, betrayal, misogyny and sexism, emotional, physical and mental abuse, mental break, manipulation, gaslighting, sexual harrassment, dubious consent, noncon, drug, alcohol and substance misuse/abuse, extreme violence, use of weapons, Torture, criminal activities, PTSD, paranoia, emotional incest, power imbalance, character death(s) (not reader), anal penetration, mention of self-harm, religious guilt and trauma, religious themes, Vouyeurism, gangbang, masochism, sadism, hard kinks, strangulation (non sexual), psychological horror (more warnings to be added soon)

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Chapter 1: Warning Signals

chapter summary: Being friends with Emma Sano is nice, until you get on the wrong side of the Sano brothers.

cw: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, misogyny, alcohol/drug use, brief mention of violence, religious and purity culture themes, classism, slutshaming, p*rn mention, sexual assault, noncon, public initimacy, fingering (fem recieving), dacryphilia, gaslighting, manipulation, mention of vomitting, victim blaming.

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Chapter 2: Shots Fired

chapter summary: Izana Kurokawa demands your attention and he doesn’t take no for an answer. Not even when his demands are outrageous.

cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, r*pe mention, religious guilt, depictions of PTSD and CPTSD, emotional incest, abandoment issues, violence, revenge porn, depression, filming without consent, drugging, victim blaming, blackmailing, manipulation, gaslighting, mind break, psychological torture, use of firearms

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Chapter 3: The Lesser of Two Devils

chapter summary: Emma has a suspicion that both her brothers are into you when you all go shopping. She couldn’t be farther from the truth.

cw: DARK CONTENT, MISOGYNY, NSFW, smut (character x character), dubcon, noncon, depressive thoughts, victim blaming, sucidial ideation, religious guilt & discussion (very brief), gaslighting, power imbalance, manipulation, abuse (domestic, verbal, sexual, finanical), love bombing, violence (physical, mental, sexual), slut shaming, peer pressure, dry humping, attempted rape, nonconsensual filming.

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Chapter 4: The Calm

chapter summary: Everything comes crashing down right before your very eyes when something horrible from your past resurfaces

cw: DARK CONTENT, NSFW, angst PTSD, bullying, victim blaming, attempted rape mention(s), implied sexual intercourse (character x character), implied masturbation (m.), public sex, violence, misogyny, betrayal, parental abuse amd neglect, religious trauma, implied past homophobia, dark impulse Mikey, homelessness etc

Chapter 5: Act on Dark Impulses

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chapter summary: You knew better than to trust Mikey and Izana. Yet you fall for their plan hook, line and sinker and live through the worst night of your life.

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Chapter 6: The Closest you’ll ever get to being in Love

chapter summary: Things get sicker and twisted with the two brothers and Emma is none the wiser.

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Chapter 7: Trials and Tribulations

chapter summary: You learn the hard way what happens when you refuse to be their stress relief because of your important exams.

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Chapter 8: Divine Intervention

chapter summary: You are called home to bury your mother and learn that nothing has changed since you left.

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Chapter 9: Lead me not into Temptation

chapter summary: Emma notices that something isn’t right with you when you come visit her in the Sano residence.

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Chapter 10: Deliver Me from All Evil

chapter summary: You’ve finally broken the cycle, but at what cost?

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TR: ꨄYANDERE TOXIC BF HEADCANONSꨄ

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Characters are 18+

❦All I gotta say is NEVER try to leave these mfs❦

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✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

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Mikey: When you first got together, you honestly had no idea he returned the same feelings as you considering he always wore the same stoic expression whenever you were around. So focused on his family and friends he barely had enough time to spend with you.

Of course, you had no problem with this considering it was not only the beginning of your relationship but better for him to be stuck on family than other lovers. It only became a problem when he didn’t bother to make time with you at all. Not a hang out, date, nothing.

He barely texts and would leave you on delivered quite often. When you tried to initiate quality time, he would either have an excuse or ignore you. He never really showed you off and you doubt anyone would know about you if you hadn’t shown up to one or two meetings.

You wondered why he even accepted your proposal to be his girlfriend in the first place if he didn’t really want you. Finally, tired of everything, you decided to break up with him, face - to - face.

“You’re breaking up with me?” He questions with disbelief. “Yes, Mikey. I do have feelings for you, but this just isn’t working out like I thought it would.” You explained, disappointed with how things turned out.

“You can’t break up with me. I thought you loved me, Y/n. You can’t leave me.” His eyes narrow as he shoves you against the wall. Your eyes widen in shock as your back hits against the hard surface. “M-Mikey, what’s wrong with you? I thought this would be something you wanted!” His hands tighten around your shoulders, nails piercing through the fabric as you wince from the penetration of your skin.

“You’re mine, Y/n.” You had no idea what all he went through to get you to notice him. First, he had to get rid of your ex boyfriend. When threatening him didn’t work, his gang jumped him, beating him to a pulp. Hence the break up text. Honestly, if your ex hadn’t given in, it would’ve been his own death sentence. Next, was ‘accidentally’ meeting you just after the break up, catching you when you’re vulnerable enough to fall for any kind of attention. Third, getting you to chase him by the ‘hot and cold’ behavior. Giving you a little just to give you absolutely nothing in return so you keep yearning for him.

He was so happy when you asked him out, non stop talking about you to all of his friends and family. His plan worked perfectly, until now. “This doesn’t make any sense, Mikey!” You cried out in confusion and slight fear. “It’s not hard, Y/n. I love you and you’re my girlfriend.” He releases you with a smile, gazing at the concerned expression on your face. He gently grabs your hand. “I forgive you.” He brings your hand to his lips and leaves a peck. You begin to question his insanity as well as your own.

Kazutora: “If you actually loved me you’d let it go!” He says, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he blocks you from slamming your bedroom door against his face. “If you actually loved me then you wouldn’t have cheated on me, Kazu!” You yell angrily as you wipe your tears. You cross your arms as you glare at your boyfriend who’s about to be your ex.

“I didn’t cheat on you! You’re overreacting! We didn’t even have sex!” You scoff. “So I guess I can just flirt with my exes and then complain about our relationship to them, huh?” He glares with tears in his eyes. “It’s your fault for not paying attention to me, Y/n. I wouldn’t have to ask for affection if you’d give me enough.” He crosses his own arms. You stare back in disbelief.

“Are you seriously trying to make excuses for emotionally cheating on me with your ex?” “It’s not excuses when it’s the truth. I just wished you loved me as much as I love you. You clearly don’t care about me otherwise you’d give me attention.” You hold your hands up. “I’m fucking done.” You say before walking out of the bedroom. His eyes widen as his heart begins to pound.

“Done with what?” He follows after you. “Done with you!” You growl as you grab the doorknob. Before you can open the door, you’re yanked back so roughly that you fall on your ass, staring at the man crawling on top of you and pinning you down as the tears spill out of his eyes.

“Y-you can’t leave me, Y/n. You won’t! I love you so fucking much! If you really loved me, you wouldn’t leave so don’t break my heart. I don’t know what I would do.” You stop yourself from crying with him, gazing at his pretty, pitiful face. No, I can’t fall for it.

“No, get off of me.” You hiss. You furrow your brows as his face becomes stoic with wide wet eyes. He wraps his hands around your neck, your hands grabbing his wrists as he shuts off your air supply. You struggle to breathe as you kick your feet, barely moving under him as you try to shove him off, to no avail.

“Baby, I don’t want to kill you, but if you don’t show me that we can work this out then I’ll have no choice. It’ll be so romantic, you and me. You die by my hands and I die right after so we can lie here together.” You immediately nod your head.

“W-we can!” You croak out, finally gaining a huge breath of oxygen once he releases you and wraps his arms around your body, hugging you tightly. You cough as the tears finally spill.

“Tell me you love me, I need to hear it please.” He cries against your shoulder, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck. “I love you.” He rocks you both as he kisses your forehead. “Good. Good. I’m so glad because I love you too.”

Ran: You couldn’t believe how your boyfriend Ran would blatantly flirt with different people in front of your face. It didn’t matter if it was a cashier, waitress, waiter, your friends, his friends, anyone who was around he would begin to flirt with them as you watch angrily. What makes it worse is that, he doesn’t seem to care much when you react. He just gives you that sly smile and says, “You jealous?” Otherwise he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

At the beginning of your relationship, it didn’t matter so much considering you only just began dating and neither of you knew how serious it would turn out so you didn’t want to be ‘overbearing,’ even though deep down you knew that it’s not you overreacting but it just goes to show how little respect he has for you. Especially since you’re a year into the relationship, and you’re currently on a date with your boyfriend and apparently the waitress who just decided to sit in the same booth.

You missed the way his eyes would peek over to see exactly how you were feeling, finding delight in the fact that you were so bothered over his attention focusing on someone else. It was his own little experiment. Considering he loves attention, specifically from you, it really sends blood to his cock to see your angry face. The fact that you would get so mad that you would yell at him afterwards only turned him on. He gets off to seeing you angry, upset, whatever as long as it’s toward him. And you continuously take it because you can’t get enough of him.

Finally, you shoot up from the table and walk off, walking towards his car. He follows you, hopping into the driver’s seat as you sit with your arms crossed in the passenger’s seat. He begins to drive you to his apartment, holding back his smirk.

“I think we should break up.” His grip on the wheel tightened, his eyes narrowing before he glances at you. “No you don’t.” You turn to him. “You can’t tell me how I feel. Take me to my apartment. I’m tired of your behavior. You wanna flirt with everyone so bad then you can be single.”

There was a moment of silence, a pause of pondering as he stares at the road. This wasn’t a part of the plan. This has never happened before. Usually you let it go after an argument and you both make up in the bedroom. “We’re done, for good.” Something snaps in him, squinting his eyes as he slams on the brakes in the middle of the road, your body thrown against the seatbelt as your eyes widen. You grab onto the door as you look at him. “What the fuck, Ran?”

He then slams on his gas pedal and takes a different turn, taking the interstate and accelerating the speed as his foot presses the gas pedal. “RAN! SLOW DOWN!” You scream in terror as you watch his speed go from 40 to 100 within seconds, only continuing to go higher as he passes the cars, purposefully going lane to lane to make it worse for you.

“Not until you take it back.” You gasp. “Are you fucking crazy? You’re gonna kill us!” He chuckles before frowning and glancing at you. “Doesn’t matter if you don’t take it back.” “Ran, please!” You cry as you see his speed reaching 130. “Take it fucking back, Y/n.” He growls. “I take it back! I take it back! Please, just slow down! I-I made a mistake just, please!” Finally, he gradually slows down, hitting his brakes as you breathe heavily, body still trembling when he finally slows down to five over the speed limit.

“Let’s head home so we can rest, yeah?” You nod your head, gripping the seat as you look ahead.

Rin: You’re so tired of the constant nitpicking of your flaws. You’re tired of receiving insults by the person who’s supposed to love every part of you. You have the understanding that obviously, just stating an opinion or giving critique to something is fine but when someone is just outright picking every single thing they can see wrong with you, it can be overwhelming.

Then when you try to leave they make you feel like you can’t live without them. How can you handle everything on your own when you can’t even handle little things. You’re a bit of a dimwit who can’t do things on your own so how would you be able to survive without the help of your generous boyfriend?

Rin makes you feel like you’re holding him back. He takes the time out of his day to help you out. To be there for you. How could someone like him go out of his way to help someone as low as you? Who else would deal with you. Who else would be there to help and protect you? Who else would be there to look after you because clearly you can’t look out for yourself.

Of course, your friends tell you how it’s all an illusion and he’s manipulating you. You believe them, but you believe him as well. Until, finally you decided that you didn’t want to feel like shit anymore. So you ask him to come to your apartment.

“Rin, I don’t like the way you make me feel. I love you, but I don’t think that this is working out.” One of his eyebrows raise as he leans back in his seat on the chair in the living room, taking a sip of his beverage and readjusting his glasses. “You think I like the way you make me feel? You think you can just use me and leave, Y/n?” Your eyes widen. “N-no! It’s not like that! I never used you.” “Oh? How did you get everything you own now? How did you get the clothes you’re wearing, the money in your bank account, the apartment you couldn’t afford if it wasn’t for me?” He smirks.

You could only stare as you pause in thought. Damn, have I been using him? But I never asked for any help and I was grateful and I truly love him. Have I been so mindless? So unaware? “You really hurt my feelings, babe. How could you do this to me?” He questions, his smirk turning to a stoic gaze. “Rin, it’s not like that, seriously. Look, I just want to be treated better. So we can’t be together anymore.” He sets the cup down, gripping the chair arms as he sits up in his seat, his arms resting on his legs when he releases.

“This isn’t over until I say it’s over. After all, you need me. You should be happy that I’m willing to stay with you after everything you’ve put me through.” “But-!” “Look, I’m going to give you some space to breathe and then we’re going to go on a date. It’s okay, Y/n. Really. I forgive you.” “Rin, I’m serious! I-I’m breaking up with you.”

You yelp as you duck your head just as the glass shatters from the cup, liquid oozing down the wall behind you. You look at him with your mouth agape. He stands up, brushing himself off with a bored look on his face. “I’m gonna pick you up at seven o’clock. Be ready for me, yeah?” He says, giving you a side eyed glance before walking to your front door and walking out, shutting the door behind him as you’re left gazing at the space in front of you in shock.

Sanzu: “Sanzu, I can’t do this anymore. I-I’m not cut out for your kind of lifestyle.” Those were the last words you got to say before you found yourself hiding in the mess of clothes from your closet after you heard the glass shatter from one of the windows in your apartment. You thought a phone call would suffice considering you know how your former boyfriend gets so you could be at a distance.

When the line went dead, you knew that you might’ve fucked up. What you didn’t expect was for him to already be at your apartment. You had no idea why or when he came over but he had been hiding somewhere outside considering the shot rang only seconds after the call. Scared out of your mind, you could barely think, running to your closet knowing that you would be dragged out soon. You accidentally dropped your phone in the living room so you couldn’t call anyone for help.

Somehow you still love this pretty maniac, though you just couldn’t bear with the guilt of knowing that you’re with a murderer. You had only just found out about his body count recently when you got curious enough to look in his phone. At this point you would’ve rather had found him cheating, though you found old files and information on it, realizing that it was actually his work phone. You had no idea he works for Bonten.

He completely lied to you about his whereabouts and place of work. He acted normal, as if he had never killed anyone. How could he be okay with himself? How could you still want him? You fought yourself on whether or not you should pretend you didn’t know anything, which you tried, only for the guilt to eat you alive. Especially when you snooped in his office when visiting his home and saw the terrible ways he murdered the victims. Those same hands touched you every day.

You jolt as you hear the door to your room being kicked off of its hinges. Before you knew it, the closet door swung open revealing the pretty man in all his madness, an angry look on his face. You scream as he shoves all the clothes off of you and snatches you out by the bicep, gun still in one of his hands.

“SANZU PLEASE!” You scream as he throws you on the bed. He crawls on top of you, setting the barrel of the gun to your head while his other hand wraps his fingers around your throat.

“Shh, shh. It’s fine. It’s okay. Just breathe.” He cooed as you listen, breathing heavily as you try to calm down, not wanting to get shot. “You’re so beautiful like this, Angel. Stop crying, okay?” You whimper as you try to hold in your cries, anxiety high as you stare into his crazed eyes. “That’s my good girl.” He smiles.

“You’re gonna keep being good for me, yeah?” You nod your head frantically, tears still falling as you continue to hold in your whines. You wince as the gun cocks, his finger against the trigger. “You didn’t say what I think you said, right? You’re not breaking up with me?” You shook your head. “N-no I’m not, I just freaked out. We’re still together, I swear!” He nods as he removes the gun, though with the weapon still in his hand, he pulls you up by the face and gives you a passionate kiss. Moving his lips against yours as you fearfully kiss him back, his tongue entering your mouth to explore as saliva drips down your chin. He pulls back and leans his forehead on yours.

“It’s good that you know who you belong to.”

[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.

[lmlknn]

Like him

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...

[2dmenforme]

I Want You to Ruin Me

(Mikey Sano x female reader) Mature Content, 18+

Tags: porn with a pinch 🤏 of plot, smut, oral sex (fem. receiving), soft dom Mikey, implied vaginal sex, implied anal sex, reader calls Mikey “Daddy”, pet names, Mikey uses his Toman Commander’s voice & reader gets into it, reader and Mikey are over 18

Word count: 615

A/N: Originally posted on my deactivated tumblr (username Bajiisofine). Also posted on my ao3 ✨💫

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“Mmm…. M-mi-,” you whimper, one of your hands tangling through Manjiro’s blonde hair. The other is cupped over your mouth, in a vain attempt to mute your noises. Naked, knees bent, spread eagle on his bed in the storehouse Mikey repurposed into his bedroom. You can hear a karate lesson beginning at the Sano dojo next door.

“M-Mikey!” panting, you try to get his attention by patting the top of his head. Ignoring you, his tongue continues lapping lazy circles over the hood of your clit.

Mikey glances up from between your legs, a mischievous gleam in his onyx eyes. “Mmm,” he hums, spreading your pussy open with two fingers, admiring your glistening swollen labia. Sensually wetting his lips, he murmurs about how good you taste before licking the slick dripping from your little hole. Your arousal mixes with his saliva as he smoothly glides his tongue up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking gently.

Instinctively, you moan, thrusting your pussy against his face, gripping his hair. “M-Manjiro… wh-wait!” you plead, pulling your hand away from your mouth, thinking he may not have heard you.

Mikey pauses, his lips and chin shiny with your juices. Smirking, he climbs up between your legs, his pecs and biceps flexing as he cages you in, his strong forearms on either side of your head. His hard cock twitches against your inner thigh.

“Baby,” he coos, his voice sounds low, deep with lust. Manjiro smiles down at you, his long hair hangs like a blonde curtain, framing his face. He bends to kiss you, tracing your lips with the tip of his tongue, making you taste yourself. He moans into your mouth as you teasingly bite his lower lip.

Mikey pulls away from your lips, kissing along your jawline to your ear. Nipping at your earlobe with his teeth, he purrs, “Tell me what you said before, little love.”

You giggle, wrapping your legs around his hips, “I said: I want you to ruin me, daddy.”

“Ahh,” Manjiro nods, his black eyes sparkling.“That’s what I thought you said… so, you need to let daddy finish…”

“B-but there’s a class in the dojo,” you pant as Mikey sucks a pattern of love marks into the curve of your neck, while playfully bouncing one of your breasts in his hand.

“And your grandfather is over there!” you try to hiss, but your voice comes out sounding more like a breathy sigh.

Manjiro pauses to admire his work on your neck before moving his mouth down to mark up your breasts. His breath feels hot against your skin, “Baby, they can’t hear us…. you can get loud — as loud as you want.”

Mikey slides a hand between your thighs. “So lemme hear your pretty noises.”

He slips two thick fingers inside your sopping pussy, stretching you out. You bite your lip, holding in a cry as your hips buck up against his hand.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, the vibrations from his lips against your nipple gives you goosebumps. He gently bites the sensitive tip, causing you to mewl. “You don’t sound ruined… yet.”

Manjiro moves to your side, sitting on his knees, his huge erection jutting eagerly out in front of him.

His tone is suddenly stern, authoritative. “Get on all fours. Arch your back. Show daddy your sweet little pussy and asshole.”

Mikey using his Toman commander’s voice makes your aching pussy drool. Warm slick drips down your thighs as you do what he orders. Pressing the side of your face against his mattress, back arched, ass high in the air, you present yourself to him.

“My holes belong to you, daddy… please ruin me.”

©️poorly written by Bajiisofine 2dmenforme, 2023. Please do not copy, translate, upload to other platforms, or claim as your own.

[gaoau]

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[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!

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[eempyreall]

♪ 𝑂𝑟 𝑁𝑎ℎ 𝑏𝑦 𝑇𝑦 𝐷𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎 $𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑓𝑡. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑛𝑑 ＆ 𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 ♪

༺ Headcanons ༻

Headcanon ~ Tokyo Revengers (Separate) x Female Reader

Summary ~ Smut scenes with some of the guys.

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Ryuguji Ken, Mitsuya Takashi, Baji Keisuke, Hanemiya Kazutora, Matsuno Chifuyu, Kawata Brothers, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma, Kokonoi Hajime, Inui Seishu, Kurokawa Izana, Kakucho, Haitani Brothers, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Sano Shinichiro, Akashi Takeomi, and Imaushi Wakasa

Extra Notes ~ *The Haitani brothers, Kawata brothers, and Kokonoi and Inui are going to be duos.

*Guess who my favorite character is. I have a few but try to name my top one or two. :)

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr and ao3. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦：

Mikey has you sitting on his lap with his fingers wrapped around the underside of your thighs. He holds your legs up as his thick, lengthy cock is still, plunged deep within the walls of your vagina as you both lean back against the headboard.

“Is this what you want?” His deep voice whispers into your ear as he lifts his hips slightly.

His eyes are heavy-lidded as he peeked through his eyelashes, blonde strands flat against his face from the sweat beading through his skin. He releases a breathy groan as he feels your pussy clench around him, his own girth pulsating, swollen and wet as he adjusted himself.

You accidentally let a grunt slip from your lips as your hips twitched, the clamping of your vagina walls caused the head of his cock to rub against your g-spot with each muscle movement.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, the warmth in your abdomen building as your head dropped backwards.

“You’re so fucking dirty. Squeezing around me like that,” he said with his voice eerily calm. His grip tightened around your thighs.

Your hips twitch as you feel the cock pulsing inside of you. Your pussy continues to clench around the cock as he holds you in place.

“M—Mikey, I can’t hold out anymore,” you sobbed.

He didn’t respond as he propped his knees higher before thrusting into you.

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𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛：

The beast pistons his hips against your bottom as your upper body lay curved against the bed, his broad figure leaning over your form as one of his hands is flat against the bed.

“Goddamn,” he grunts as he thrusts into you harder. He chuckled as he eyed the side of your face, his eyes narrowed with sweat streaming down his forehead. “I’m fucking you that good, huh?”

Your eyes are rolled into the back of your head as you lie your face on your crossed arms. Your lips are apart as you feel his cock stretch your vaginal walls.

He groaned when he felt you clench around him, an extra wad of gushing moisture leaking out of you as you orgasm with a loud sob.

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𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎：

His tongue glides against your nipple as he holds your breast—his cock sliding into you slowly as his other hand holds one of your legs upright. He gazed at you through slanted eyes as you met his thrusts.

“You’re taking me in so well, Y/n,” he moaned, leaning forward to rest into the nook of your neck.

You can’t speak because of the passionate plunges that leave you leaking and quivering against his body. He pulled back as he smirked down at you, accelerating his pace as his bangs and lilac strands flap against his skin.

“That feel good for you?” He moaned as he hovered over you with one hand planted by your head and the other still holding onto your leg. His head dropped forward as he bit his lip, his thrusts becoming harder.

“Fuck, Takashi,” you whimpered as your head fell back. You both groaned at the sound of the impact of wet skin-on-skin contact as he fucked you.

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𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑖：

Half of your body is leaning on the bed while your feet are on the ground. Baji is resting his upper body on your back as his length viciously slides in-and-out of your pussy.

“Damn,” he breathed, his arms circling around your waist tightly as he lay on your back. “Your pussy is so fucking good, Y/n,” he groaned.

You moaned as you felt the sweat intensify on your back. His thrusts are deep with momentum and your legs are trembling from weakness. If it wasn’t for the bed, you would have fallen out seconds ago.

You feel him bite your side as he brings himself to orgasm.

“B—Baji, pull out!” You exclaim when you feel his cock pulse inside of you. You are not on birth control at the moment, and he did not put on a condom. It was risky, but you couldn’t deny his seduction as much as you tried.

He couldn’t care less if you ended up pregnant with his child. Then you’d be tied to him for a long time.

“Hehe, you’re gonna take all this cum,” he smirked against your skin before speeding his pace.

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𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑎：

You both were on the bed as you sat on top of him, rolling your hips on his cock that penetrated you. His grip on your hips is tight as he guides you along with his thrusts. He had his bottom lip caught between his teeth and a red hue crossing over his face.

His eyes were teary as he gazed at you from below. His staring was so intense that you tried to look away, only for him to reach for your jaw to force your attention back on him.

“How could you ever leave me, huh? Who else could fuck you like this?” His voice almost bordered a whisper as he pulled your face closer to his own.

Your eyebrows are furrowed as tears stream down your face—the head of his cock grinding against your g-spot has you clenching him tightly as a leak of cum dribbles down his girth.

You had broken up with him because you suspected him of cheating on you—something that he has done in the past. Everytime you try to leave him, despite whatever reason, he never leaves you alone. He’ll stalk you, threaten you, and he’s even tried to baby-trap you a couple of times.

In this case, he manipulated you with tears and promises that he may or may not keep.

“Who else would love you like I do, baby? Nobody could ever love you more than me,” he breathed before pulling you into a heated kiss. You both moaned into each others’ mouths as he thrust into you harder.

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𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢：

“Fuck,” he hissed as you rode him in reverse. His hands are gripping your ass as he guides you against his thrusts. “That’s so fucking good, Y/n,” he groaned.

Your vaginal walls suck him deeper as he eyed the creamy build up oozing on his cock. His eyes are heavy-lidded as he bites his lip. There’s a red hue on his face as his black bangs flap against his head.

Both of you are moving so hard that you feel every beat to your g-spot.

Suddenly, you were caught off guard as he grasped your sides, pushing you onto all fours as he reattached his cock to your inner walls. You groaned as he snatched your hips, thrusting harder and faster as he hovered above you.

“Yeah, that’s fucking good, babe,” he moaned as he smacked your ass.

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𝑁𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑦𝑎 ＆ 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎：

“Make sure you don’t hurt her too much, Smiley,” Souya said as he caressed your head, his cock deep into your throat as you gagged.

Your body rocks against the man behind you as he enthusiastically fucks into you with his hands grasping your thighs.

“You tell me that while you make her choke on your dick,” Nahoya chuckled as he accelerated his pace, a wide grin on his expression.

You whimpered as you bobbed your head against the slicked cock inside of your mouth. Saliva and semen slide down your chin as Nahoya curses from your pussy clamping around his girth.

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖：

“There you go,” he says as he guides your head to take his cock all the way into your mouth. “Look at me.”

When you shift your gaze to him, you can see the lust circling through his glasses. His eyes are sharp, piercing down at you. For a moment, his head dropped backwards, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Your eyes squint when the head of his cock reaches the back of your throat. His hand held you in place as he lifted his hips. He released a grunt before pulling back and thrusting himself into you with more force.

Tears prick your eyes as he fucks your mouth. You feel pain forming on your knees from kneeling on the hard surface for too long. You tightened your lips around his cock as he grinds against your mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “That’s good. Just like that.”

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𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎：

Hanma’s golden irises bore into you as his tattooed hands hold your thighs apart. His tongue flicks your clit before sucking the bud and repeating the motion.

Your hips twitch as you pull against the restraints on your wrists. He pulls back, kissing your clit, before lifting his hand to his mouth. He slowly sucks the middle finger as he eyed you.

You turn away from the intense look in his eyes before he climbs to hover over you.

“You think I’m gonna let you ignore me?” He smiled as he grasped your jaw with the wet hand. “I only want you to focus on me.”

This time, he brings his middle and index finger to his lips before lathering them with saliva. While he balanced himself over you, he lowered his hand to your vagina.

As he watched your flushed expression, he rubbed against your slit before rolling a finger against your clit. You felt yourself gush out more cum from your pussy as you pulsate against him.

“I went through so much trouble just to get you here. You owe me a kiss,” he said before leaning in and attaching his lips to yours just as he slid both fingers into your pussy.

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𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 ＆ 𝐼𝑛𝑢𝑖：

“You’re being too soft on her, Seishu,” Koko says behind you as he holds your thighs up with gloved hands. “I don’t think little bitches deserve to have their pain eased.”

His thick cock was embedded within the walls of your ass. The lengthy girth stretched you open painfully as Koko shoved himself deeper in you. You grunt in pain as you sob.

“H—Hajime, I’m sorry,” you plead. “I—I won’t disrespect you again.”

“It’s too late for that,” he responded with a sultry tone. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

Your body jolts as you feel Inui’s lips press against your clit. He gives teasing little kisses to the swollen bud as he uses a thumb to pull the hood back. He pulled back as he eyed you while sitting upright between your legs.

“You should focus on thanking me instead of apologizing. You know that Koko isn’t very forgiving,” he said lowly with the usual heavy-lidded gaze on his expression. His lips are wet with your juices.

You wince at the nails piercing your thighs. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Kokonoi questioned before biting your earlobe.

“Thank you, Seishu! I—I really appreciate what you do for me!”

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𝐼𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑎：

Your arms are hanging above your head with tight restraints wrapped around your wrists. You are kneeling on the floor, as you ride the vibrator with a flushed expression.

Izana sits in a chair, similar to a throne, as he sits leaning against the palm of his hand. He is fully clothed, unlike you who is completely exposed in front of him. His leg is crossed over as his expression holds a content, mischievous smile.

“That’s right, Y/n. Go faster,” he commanded. “If you keep holding back your moans, you will be punished.”

You comply with his demands as your eyes squint with tears streaming down your face. The look in his eye is hypnotic as he observes you.

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𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜：

“I—I can’t go any longer, Kaku!” You exclaim in pain.

You have already orgasmed four times since your session started. At this point, the cock beating against your g-spot hurts as the feeling makes your clit go numb.

The sheets under you are a stained mess of fluids from the non-stop fucking session. Your head is pulled back against the pillow as you scrunch your nose.

“I know you can handle it, angel. You can take it,” he said with a raspy voice—kissing your ear as his hand is pressing the top of your head.

His other arm is folded under your armpit as his fingers clamp down on your shoulder—his thrusting hard as he fucks you missionary style. He chases his own release as he accelerates his pace.

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𝑅𝑎𝑛 ＆ 𝑅𝑖𝑛：

You feel so full.

You have two thick cocks plunged deep within your inner walls.

“Shit,” Rin hissed. “She’s so fucking tight.”

He’s under you, grasping your body in an almost bone-crushing hold as he gets closer and closer to his own release. His length plunges deep into the slicked hole of your anus, your anal walls gripping him.

“Yeah, I’m gonna cum soon,” Ran grunts in your opposite ear as he thrusts inside your vagina, his body hovering over you along with his long hair that tickles you.

Your head falls back as you hold onto Ran’s shoulders. You sob loudly as they thrust into you faster. The older brother lifts his head to see that your eyes are rolled in the back of your head and your lips are apart.

“You should see her face, Rin,” Ran breathed a chuckle. “Our slut is taking dick like a pro.”

“Makes sense,” he pants in response. “I wonder if we’ll break her.”

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𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢：

The blonde-haired man has his mask pulled down with a finger as he licks your clit. He eyes your expression with an intense, heavy-lidded gaze as he closes his lips around the bud.

You moan as your head falls back, the weight causing you to pull against the restraints wrapped around your wrists. The feeling of his tongue flicking your clit, along with the slow suckles, feels heavenly as you rock your hips slightly against the feeling.

You feel so exposed as he has you sprawled out and naked while he is fully clothed. His expression is one of deviancy, mischief, and amusement as he sucked your clit.

You feel him remove his mouth as he pulls the mask completely off. He used the index and middle finger of one hand to spread your pussy lips open while pulling the hood that conceals your clit back with his other thumb.

Your body jolts as he blows air against the swollen bud.

“Oh god,” you whimpered as he planted a small, soft kiss to your clit. He followed with another, and another—his lips barely grazing the bud. His blue irises shined through his platinum eyelashes as he stared at you through it all.

“You’re so swollen,” he said, his voice soft. “I can tell that you’re really turned on by this, Y/n.”

He climbed on top of you at a patient pace until he reached your torso, his thumbs caressing the skin of your sides as he eyed you with a flushed face.

“I can help you. I’ll fuck you right now,” he begins as he tilts his head. “Only if you’ll beg for it.”

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𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜：

His hands are grasping your hips as you ride him in the chair. He eyes you with a heavy-lidded gaze as he grunts softly. He lifts his hips to meet yours as you grind against his cock.

You moan as you hold onto his shoulders, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot as both of your thrusts get harder.

He slides his fingers around your neck before pulling you down, both of your heads pressed together as he uses his free hand to grab the cigarette between his lips. You already know the drill—opening your mouth as he blew the smoke in.

He sets the cigarette between your lips, all while eyeing you with a lustful gaze before both of his hands wrap around your ass.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n.”

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𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑖：

You're kneeling on the couch’s cushion while your upper body is flat against its surface. Takeomi has a hand on your ass with one foot propped on the sofa as he thrusts into your pussy.

He brings the cigar to his lips before sucking in a puff as he guides you to take his cock in further.

“A—Akashi, fucking—slow down!” You exclaim from the cushion. He blows the smoke out casually as he continued to fuck into you at his desired pace.

He groaned when your inner walls clenched around his thick length.

“Thought I told you to call me, Takeomi,” he said before leaning his head back, his cock pulsating inside you. “Why should I listen to you when you don’t listen to me?”

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𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎：

“Shit,” he breathed out as he held your head in place, testicles tickling your chin as he stood over your face.

He has one foot on the couch while the other balanced him on the floor. You are sitting up half way as the head of his cock rests snug on your throat.

His heavy-lidded eyes stare down at you while you gag against his hold. You shut your eyes tightly, only for him to yank you back. You cough as saliva and semen run down your chin.

“I didn’t say you could look away,” he said with a flat tone. Your hands reach his thighs as he forces your mouth back around his cock.

He grunts as he forces you to bob your head against him while standing over you.

[mosshaitani]

Hello! Can I request for nsfw mikey sano x afab! Reader with prompt 12 - ‘linking hand while having sex’? Thank you in advance!!!❤️

Linking Hands

a/n: ahhh this has been the first smut i written in like a year so i hope it’s okay and you enjoy

prompt list requests

prompt: linking hands while having sex

manjiro sano x afab! reader

NSFW Minors DNI

word count: 452

warnings: edging, overstim, teasing

It wasn’t often you got to have some alone time with Mikey with him being so busy with bonten. Tonight however, Mikey decided he wanted to have some fun and cleared his schedule for the next day just to spend it with you. Of course that meant being pushed into the mattress as Mikey has his fun with you, teasing, edging and oversimming you to his heart's content. You just sound so pretty begging him for release.

“Mmm, Mikey! Please m’ wanna cum!” You whined out, the sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the room.

Completely ignoring your begging, Mikey had his face buried between your breasts, leaving hickeys all over. He’s been teasing your small cunt for an hour now, slowly thrusting his hips into yours and stopping when you're about to cum just to continue the same slow yet deep thrusts back up again.

“Pretty baby, feels so good.” Mikey groaned, enjoying your warm creamy walls that squeezed his cock.

“Please, Mikey wanna cum so bad.” You cried out, arms wrapped around Mikey’s shoulders, clawing at his back. He felt so good, you could feel his tip kiss your cervix as he pushed his cock into your cunt.

“Soon, doll.” Mikey cooed, smirking at you as he finally picked up his pace.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you felt Mikey pinch your perky nipples. He was always such a tease, loving to play with you and find ways to have you scream for him. You were always so good for him, milking his cock just right.

“Manji- ahhh!” You cried out, followed by some incoherent babbling.

“S’ your fault for feeling so good.” He groaned, abusing your tight pussy.

Majiro could tell you were close by how you pulsated around his cock. You were always putty in his hands. Getting lost in the feeling Mikey’s hands searched for yours, pulling them over your head and linking his fingers with yours. He didn’t always know how to show it but he did love you and linking his hands with yours during any intimacy was a way of him telling you so.

“Manjiro! Manjiro.. gonna cum..” You moaned.

“Cum for me, cum on my cock, baby.” Manjiro said, leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

Arching your back, and squeezing Manjiro’s hands, you cried out in pleasure as your climax washed over you. Mikey came inside you soon after, riding your high together. Coming to a halt, Mikey pulled out watching as his cum leaked from your small hole, pushing it back in.

“Get a few minutes rest. Round two after a snack.” Manjiro said, getting up and walking to the kitchen, leaving you a breathless mess.