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A Birthday Date With Mikey

SUMMARY: How Mikey spent his birthday with you ♡ WORD COUNT: 1.4k (phew)

WARNINGS: Toman Mikey (lil 15 year old guy lol), semi-suggestive at times, lots of domestic fluff and kisses, mild angst/panicking near the end because apparently I need my angst in every single thing I write for myself.

A/N: Since it is our favorite Mikey’s birthday today (the wording in that I’m-), I thought I’d write a little something (instead of doing my summer homework lol- school starts in a little over a week, I should be doing it-). But anyways! Hope you enjoy! (Can’t believe the guy is turning 32... Lol.) A/N PART 2: This is probably chaotic and OOC but! I wanted to write a fic for Mikey. So yes <3 Also the ending is a mess but I don’t want to change it soooo- yeah. A/N PART 3: Originally posted here

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Mikey let out a soft yawn, rubbing at his eyes a bit as he answered the door. “[Y/N]...?” He mumbled before he wrapped his arms around you, clinging to you happily.

“Hey, Mikey.” You smiled softly as you wrapped a gentle arm around him, rubbing his back. “Sleepy?” You laughed a little as you pulled away slightly to look at his face. “You really need to get more sleep... Maybe you should have the meetings end earlier.”

“No- A gang needs its meetings to be at night.” He huffed softly at you, dark eyes almost begging for you to understand. 

You rolled your eyes a little. “Yeah, yeah, I get it, Mikey. Now, c’mon, let’s go to your room.” You were probably the one to have remembered his birthday, Mikey himself didn’t think too much of it.

You hummed softly as you held Mikey’s hand, walking to his room. Well, it was mostly full of Shinichiro’s stuff, but... It was nice. You had been friends with Mikey and knew Shinichiro that way... It was comforting to see that his memory still lived on. You then shook your head slightly to clear those thoughts. Today was for Mikey. Though, the birthday boy seemed more asleep than anything.

“Mikey, love...” You gently poked his cheek. “You need to wake up. I have some stuff planned for today; c’mon.” You sat down on the bed, dragging him down beside you. “Would a kiss wake you up?”

That got his attention. He leaned in to you, tilting his head slightly to the side. “Mhm... Lots of kisses.”

You laughed softly before leaning in, peppering gentle kisses over his face before kissing his lips. “Good enough?”

“One more.” You smiled softly before indulging him. 

“Now wake up, c’mon.” You ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it slightly. “I’ll do your hair for you, too, while you try to wake up more.” 

He nodded sleepily before just letting you, which you soon finished (it wasn’t the first time you fixed his hair up for him—and probably wouldn’t be the last).

“There. All done. You can change out of your clothes, can’t you?” You raised a brow as you watched him. “‘Cause we’re going somewhere today.”

“Really?” He blinked up at you, almost like a small child before he grinned playfully. “You sure you don’t wanna see me changing?”

You rolled your eyes with a soft laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. “I would, but I know that if I do that, we’ll never be able to go out. So shush and go change. I’ll wait outside.” And with that, you walked out.

Mikey quickly got himself dressed, wondering what was going on. Now that he thought about it, you had dressed yourself up a bit differently than usual... More pretty. He shrugged to himself before walking out, rubbing the last bits of sleep from his eyes. “[Y/N]-channnn- where are we going?”

You gave him a smile as you grabbed his hand, almost skipping as you walked out. “You don’t remember what today is?”

That made him pause. What was today...? But before he could think of it any more, you started running, forcing him to run after you. 

He quickly caught up to you, but you just continued to sprint, soon reaching a cafe—one that you knew he liked. “Here we are,” you panted a bit, but soon caught your breath. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, was just as normal; a little run didn’t tire him out.

“Why are we here, though?” He blinked slightly at you.

“Well, if I told you everything, that would ruin the fun.” You blinked back at him before a teasing look flashed in your eyes. “And that would make things boring.” You shrugged slightly before walking inside, grabbing his hand as you did so.

You hummed softly as you ordered two parfaits, a happy smile on your face. Your boyfriend was just confused, but happy to see you happy—and that you had remembered him saying that he loved parfaits here. Last time he went, the cup had been filled completely. And also? It didn’t cost too much, either.

As you got the two parfaits, you nudged him toward a booth. “Go sit.” You followed after him as he sat down, placing the parfait in front of him before sitting down in front of him. 

You watched fondly as he started eating, a content smile on your face as he let out soft exclamations of happiness. It was cute, after all.

After you both had finished eating, you brushed a finger over his nose, getting a bit of cream. “...Anyways. I just wanted to give you something, since it is your birthday, and all.” A faint smile flickered over your lips as you watched his eyes widen. 

“It’s my birthday??”

“Yes, you dumb child,” you laughed softly, poking his cheek. “It’s your birthday. Do you think I would do all this without reason?”

“...Yes. You would.”

“I’m not like you, love.” You shook your head in amusement, before letting out a soft sigh. “I just, wanted to give you this.” You pulled a small box from your pocket, before giving it to him. “I dunno... I just thought we should match.”

Inside the box, there was a small silver bracelet, with both of your initials surrounded by a heart. You watched his reaction, uncertain—was this too much?

Before your thoughts could spiral down, he looked at you with a soft, almost uncertain smile. “I... I love it...” He whispered, glancing down at the bracelet again before sliding it on. He marveled at it. “Must’ve cost a lot...”

“Mhm... But, but, that doesn’t matter as long as you’re happy.” You smiled a little at him, searching his gaze; was he really happy, or trying to placate you?

“I love it. [Y/N], don’t you dare try to think otherwise.” He let out a soft huff before getting up, walking to your side and sitting next to you, giving you a small kiss. 

Your eyes softened as you nodded. “Mkay...”

“Now, put yours on.” He let out a soft grumble as he waited.

“Okay, okay.” You laughed softly as you grabbed yours, putting it on your wrist. “There, happy?” 

He nodded slightly before grabbing your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your bracelet before moving to the palm of your hand, licking it a tiny bit—just enough to make you squeal. A playful glint was in his eyes as you pulled your hand away. 

“Mikey- Ew!” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Don’t do that-”

“We’ve done worse-”

“No we haven’t, stop trying to act like we did something.” You let out a soft huff, shaking your head a little. “And anyways, if we keep on being this loud, we’ll get kicked out.”

“Whatever.”

“Oh hush.” You rolled your eyes a little before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Anyways. Happy birthday, Mikey.”

“Mm... Thank you.” He paused for a moment. “..Would you laugh at me if I said that I almost said ‘happy birthday to you too’ to you?”

You let out a soft snort. “Mikey, I-”

“You’re laughing-”

“No I’m not-”

“You are-”

And with that, chaos ensued and you were yelled at/almost kicked out. Though, you had a fun time, and that’s what counts, right?

BONUS:

Hina and Emma were watching over the two of you with a happy smile.

“See, I told [Y/N]-chan that they’d be okay.” Emma shook her head slightly. “Mikey’s head-over-heels in love. They could literally punch him and they’d be fine.”

Hina winced slightly as the memory of her slapping Mikey came up. “Well... I mean, he wouldn’t hurt his friends, and [Y/N]-chan is also a friend...?”

“True, true, but [Y/N]-chan is special. Like, anything is okay.” Emma let out a soft laugh. “C’mon, I got some good pictures... Let’s give them to the guys, yeah?” Her eyes glimmered mischievously.

“Emma-chan, I don’t think that that’s-”

“It’ll be fine, Hina-chan! He won’t do anything, don’t worry.” Emma smiled happily before getting up, grabbing Hina’s hand and skipping away. Thankfully, Mikey didn’t see them go... Though he definitely was confused when people started complimenting his partner that they were “really going for it” and that they “were a good partner for him.” Like- where did that come from? (Someone (probably Mitsuya, Takemichi, or Draken) eventually showed him the pictures of you two... That did not end well-)

[emmyrosee]

Random thoughts #3 (05:23)

Manjiro is, as his friends put it, a yapper.

There’s nothing this man won’t talk to you about, everything from his day to his dreams last night, to the dog he passed on his bike, Mikey will tell you anything and absolutely everything. It makes him happy to keep you in the loop! And you love watching his shoulders relax and a smile spread on his face the more he talks, getting everything off of his chest and into the universe. The way your fingers card his head and relax him into saying everything and anything on that mind of his is so cute, and it’s one of the highlights of your day.

This, of course, does not necessarily apply to nap time.

Mikey loves to talk, of course, but when your eyes slowly start to get heavy, your breathing slowly evens out and your mouth lets out the puffiest of breaths, he finally stops his blabbering and looks down at you in confusion, “baby?”

You don’t answer him, of course, having knocked asleep moments prior, but he smiles softly and curls closer to you, relishing in the way you smack your lips and burrow deeper into his side. Your fingers gently curl into the opening of his hoodie, clutching the fabric in your fingers. He moves his head to press the smallest kiss to your knuckle before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours, hoping to meet you in dreamland.

“I’ll tell you when you wake up.”

[airbendertendou]

bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.

[ glasses version ] no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended. cw : sanzu touches your throat non-sexually / non-threateningly , mentions of acne in kakuchos , reader wears a gloss / lipstain in kokos

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— MIKEY! ♥︎

it wasn't ideal, your current situation. putting on your most expensive jewelry ; practicing your laugh ; extending your vocabulary just in case — it wasn't something you did often.

however, your biggest investor was invited to a gala, therefore you were meant to join in aswell.

letting out a breath, you enter the ballroom turned meeting area. you blink, squinting lightly at the twinkling lights before relaxing your eyes. with a small nod to yourself, you put on your prettiest smile before turning left and beginning your evening of socialization.

your feet feel numb ; your voice is aching with use ; your eyes have long since dried out — and you hadn't even seen mikey yet. he was the entire reason you were pushed to this gathering. settling your back against a wall, you let out another breath, convincing yourself to stay for just a little longer.

"you look nice."

the voice gets your attention immediately as you straighten up. mikey stands alone, just a little ways in front of you. he tilts his head and you swear his lips tilt up the slightest bit. you smooth sweaty, trembling hands over your outfit before speaking. "i've been looking for you, mister sano."

mikey's eyes call to yours — you really can't look away. he lets out a huff — you'd never say he laughed. "we're past the mister sano bit, aren't we, [name]?"

"i guess." your eyes drop to the floor briefly, just to get away from his heated gaze. a small tsk is heard before your chin is held in a gentle grasp, pulling your eyes to his once more. "mikey?"

"better." his hand drops but your face is still warm from his touch. "let's talk somewhere privately, yeah?"

— SANZU! ♥︎

a movie you don't even know the name of plays in the background as you eat your chosen snack. all day you've tried to ignore him and his pearl-blue eyes that wouldn't look away from you.

you click your tongue, turning to send a glare his way. "you are staring, sanzu haruchi—"

with a squeal, you find yourself on your back. you let out an astonished laugh as sanzu's knees go to either side of you, caging you beneath him. you gape up at him in shock, "haru!"

"let me look at you." his voice is gentle ; tender in a way you hadn't heard before. sure, it'd been years since you spoke, but he wasn't known for being soft. your eyes widen at the thought — sanzu lets out a sigh, his body slightly sagging into yours. "there we go..."

you blink a few times, begging for your contacts to stay in place as they begin to feel dry at the edges — crisp the longer you keep your eyes open. you can't help but induldge him, though, let him look at you for however long he wants.

“how dare you hide this from me,” haru caresses your cheek softly. “can't believe you’re so pretty.”

"i've always been pretty," you reply with a small frown.

sanzu grins wickedly, his hand trailing down to your throat before laying it there. "yeah... always pretty."

— KAKUCHO! ♥︎

you're avoiding him. really, you're avoiding everyone in the office at this point. with a frown, kakucho gathers a handful of blank or useless sheets of paper, slipping them into an empty folder before heading over to your office.

"just leave it in the bin!" your hand stretches out, pointing to the blue, overflowing tray. your back is turned to him, hunched over as the sound of keys clicking meets his ears. his frown deepens before the back of your chair is grabbed and spun so you now face him. you gasp, "kaku—!"

he's kneeling in front of you before you can blink. a long, relieved breath escapes his chest as he settles his forhead on your knee. "god, i—[name], i thought something was wrong with you. thought i did something to upset you."

your bottom lip is chewed through, but you continue to nibble on it anyways. "...sorry."

kakucho raises his head so that his chin sets on your knee now. gone is his work exterior and in its place is the softened, lovesick daze he shows only to you. "they look nice on you — can see you better this way."

you let out a groan, throwing your head back before looking down at him once more. "i'm breaking out so bad right now! only thing people can see is that!"

he wants to reassure you — really, acne is normal and you're still beautiful with it — but he's so enamoured by you. the way your eyes are a little glassy because of your contacts ; the frown on your lips ; the way you've been stroking his hair mindlessly just because you could—

kakucho sweeps in and steals a quick kiss. you gasp again — kissing during work hours?! he was a horrid man. kakucho grins before patting your thighs and standing.

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

the feeling of guilt creeps up as koko's doorbell rings. his hair is tossed into a bun, white strands falling into his eyes as he opens the door. you stumble in, halfway through a sentence as he offers you a pair of house slippers.

"—and, really, you're doing me such a favor!" you plop down onto his couch unceremoniously, letting out a huff as you do. "this was the worst night for me. your call was a blessing."

kokonoi blinks as he stands frozen in front of you. with a frown, he bends at the waist and simply waits until you're looking up at him. you tilt your head, phone open on your notes app as you stop mid-way through your sentence.

sharpened eyes drift down the rest of your attire. wrinkle-free clothes ; your nicest shirt ; your lucky socks? all combined with the contacts you're wearing and the gloss staining your lips— kokonoi stands straight and crosses his arms. "where have you been, exactly?"

"a date." you let out another sigh, rolling your eyes at his rigid posture. "not a good one, i assure you! had the audacity, asking to see me again — after chewing with his mouth open and spitting his food all over mine! i can never look at tortellini noodles the same."

kokonoi taks a seat beside of you, the work he called you for out of his mind as he gestures for you to keep talking. "you called just when he was going to put his number in my phone." a sneaky, proud grin grows on your lips. "i have your bonten tattoo as the picture, so that really scared him off."

while you talk, you scroll on your phone until his contact photo is shown. it's true — his side profile is fully in view. what catches his eye, however, is his name. a simple haji with a spinning heart emoji sends his own heart into a frenzy.

at kokonoi's grin, you sense trouble. you clear your throat, taking your phone from his view before scrolling on it again. "what was it you needed from me, exactly?"

an arm is thrown over your hips as kokonoi pulls himself close. his nose bumps against yours before he slides just slightly away. "for you to not go on anymore dates. unless they're with me, of course."

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[mornwrites]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mytaiyakeylover]

i just want to cuddle.

synopsis: all your super clingy and adorable boyfriend wants is for you to give him some attention.

pairing: mikey x gn!reader

a/n: this is my first time writing something on tumblr. i’ve only recently begun to use this platform, but i hope you’ll like this little one-shot🥰

warnings: none, just plain fluff and mikey being his usual overly dramatic self.

word count: 1.1k

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Manjiro sighed, a pout slowly forming on his lips. It had already been four hours. Four goddamn hours and you still haven’t as much as glanced in his direction. He just couldn’t help it. Did you not love him anymore? It sure as hell seemed to be that way considering the amount of time you were willing to spend doing math.

The boy groaned loudly, hoping to get your attention. He then closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh that conveyed his utter agony. Two minutes passed, then five, and finally six.

Manjiro peered at your silent figure through his lashes, his right eyebrow twitching in annoyance at the lack of attention he was receiving. How could you be so indifferent? After all, your boyfriend was lying sprawled on your bed in the same room where you were doing homework, and all you had to do was ask him if he was okay.

The blond puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you. Another set of five minutes went by without any progress. You just continued to stare at that stupid, demon-like book, filled with evil spells and, perhaps, even guides on how to steal a gang leader's lover.

“(Y/n)-chan~!” The boy whined, hitting his knuckles against the soft cushion, looking very much like a five year old. You hummed in response, not quite acknowledging him so it seemed.

That’s it. Manjiro couldn't tolerate it anymore. It was seriously starting to get on his nerves. All the blond wanted was for you to come and cuddle him, not lying on this cold and empty bed as some cursed book was stealing all your attention from him. It was about time you made a decision.

Muttering a few curses for having to leave the comfortable bed, he quietly padded towards you, who seemed far too occupied with studies to acknowledge him. Carefully placing his chin atop your shoulder, he wrapped his arms around your waist and peered curiously over the worksheets. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't interested in the content in the slightest. The blond simply wanted to know what could have been so interesting that it made you ignore him for several hours straight.

He nudged your cheek, quite similar to the way a dog would whenever it wanted some attention from its owner. However, his nudge seemed to be a bit more awkward since his nose wasn't as long, causing his forehead to hit you slightly as well. You sighed at his stubbornness, tilting your head slightly to his side to make eye contact.

Manjiro was sporting his famous puppy dog eyes, a look reserved only for you and Ken. He released his grip on your waist and reached for the fabric of your hoodie, giving it a gentle tug. His pout deepened, and his bottom lip jutted out to make his point.

“Jiro~,” now it was your turn to whine. “I'd love to cuddle with you, but you know how important school is to me.” You blinked your eyelashes at him innocently, trying to coax him into waiting just a few more minutes. Manjiro could easily tell by your expression, as well as the lilt in your voice, since it was just slightly more sugar-coated than usual.

The boy shook his head in defiance, refusing to fall for that act again. You literally said the same thing an hour and a half ago. Did school really mean that much more to you than him?

“Forget school (Y/n)-chan,” he huffed, ignoring the appalled look you gave him as those words left his mouth. “Am I not more important?”

Manjiro was looking at you expectantly, eyebrows arched as he awaited your reply. The fact that you took so much time to answer did not deter him whatsoever, as he found the confusion in your pretty (e/c) eyes too adorable to make him angry. You were obviously taking his question very seriously, which you should, as Manjiro himself was not joking around. He did, in fact, want an actual answer from you.

“Of course you are, Jiro,” you spoke softly, eyes tinged with a hint of guilt that made Manjiro’s heart skip a beat. Perhaps you had taken his question a bit too seriously. Your hand went up to cup his cheek, eyebrows furrowing while doing so.

“I just want to achieve a stable future. I'm sorry if I've accidentally neglected you,” you said as the blond leaned into your soft, yet cold palm. He sighed contentedly, despite the coolness of your fingertips against his warm skin. Your hands always seemed to be so cold, even during the hottest days of summer.

A smile soon grazed his lips, onyx eyes twinkling with mischief. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, peppering it with kisses as his hands once again snaked around your waist. Giggles escaped your lips as the boy suddenly lifted you, forcing a squeak out of you in the process.

Manjiro laughed at your reaction, finding it exceptionally cute. The blonde continued swaying with you back and forth until you both ended up falling onto the mattress. Snickers filled the room, your cheeks equally flushed as if you were completely drunk on each other.

Then he tightened his arms around you slightly. His forehead resting on yours as he held you trapped against the bed. “Jiro, get off, you’re heavy,” you gasped, words mixing with giggles.

“No more school, you got me?” He asked instead, that same pout from before reappearing on his face. Then, the boy repositioned both of you on the bed, laying you down more comfortably beside him. His arms were still securely wrapped around you, preventing any escape.

Manjiro closed his eyes after that, sighing dreamily as he inhaled your heavenly scent. Lips quirked up slightly as he felt your thin nimble fingers stroke his long ash blonde locks. Your angelic voice reached his ears as you started humming some song you had recently heard and grown to love.

As your lovely singing began to fade, Manjiro’s heart finally found a steady pace. For the first time since he had entered your room, did he realize that those four hours were worth the wait. Well, as long as he would get to keep you in his embrace afterwards.

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[weeb-boy261]

Title: His Jealousy

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: very very very little smut at the end

Draken leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on you as you laughed with your friends at a party. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy seeing you so carefree, surrounded by other guys. It had been months since you two broke up, but seeing you with someone else still hurt.

But he knew he couldn't. You had made it clear that you were moving on, and he had to respect that. Even if it tore him apart inside.

He watched as one of your friends, a guy he didn't recognize, whispered something in your ear, making you blush and playfully shove him. Draken clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides. He wanted to march over there and drag you away from him, to claim you as his own.

Instead, he turned away, his back against the wall as he tried to push down the feelings of jealousy and longing. He knew he had no right to feel this way, but he couldn't help it. You were the only one who had ever truly understood him, and losing you had been like losing a part of himself.

As the party continued around him, Draken stayed by himself, lost in his thoughts. He knew he had to let you go, to move on with his life. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that you were meant to be together, and that no matter what, he would always love you.

Draken's jealousy burned like a relentless fire, consuming him from within as he watched you interact with others. Each smile you gave, each laugh you shared, it felt like a dagger in his heart, a reminder of what he once had and lost.

But amidst the turmoil of his emotions, a voice of reason echoed in his mind. He knew he had to let you go, to release you from the chains of his possessiveness. It was the right thing to do, even if it tore him apart.

As the night wore on, Draken battled with his inner demons, struggling to accept the reality of your separation. Yet, in the depths of his soul, a flicker of hope remained, a whisper that maybe, just maybe, fate would bring you back together again. Until then, he would endure the agony of watching from afar, silently yearning for a second chance at love.

like a relentless fire, consuming him from within as he watched you interact with others. Each smile you gave, each laugh you shared, it felt like a dagger in his heart, a reminder of what he once had and lost. But amidst the turmoil of his emotions, a voice of reason echoed in his mind. He knew he had to let you go, to release you from the chains of his possessiveness. It was the right thing to do, even if it tore him apart.

"Hey, Draken! You okay?" a voice interrupted his thoughts. It was Mitsuya, another member of their gang, who had noticed Draken's distant expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Draken replied with a forced smile, masking the turmoil raging within him.

Mitsuya eyed him skeptically but decided not to push further. Instead, he clapped Draken on the shoulder. "Alright, man. Just making sure. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?"

Draken nodded, grateful for Mitsuya's concern, yet unable to shake off the heaviness in his heart. He turned his gaze back to you, unable to tear himself away, knowing that despite everything, he would always be drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

As the night wore on, Draken battled with his inner demons, struggling to accept the reality of your separation. Yet, in the depths of his soul, a flicker of hope remained, a whisper that maybe, just maybe, fate would bring you back together again. Until then, he would endure the agony of watching from afar, silently yearning for a second chance at love.

Unable to bear it any longer, Draken made his way over to you, his expression unreadable. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached, unsure of what he was going to say.

"Hey," he said, his voice as low and tense as he finally reached you. You turned to him, surprised to see him standing there. "Draken, hi. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, well, here I am," he replied curtly, his eyes flickering towards the guy who had been talking to you.

You followed his gaze and realized what was bothering him. "This is my friend we're just catching up" you explained, trying to ease his obvious discomfort.

Draken's jaw clenched even tighter, his gaze hardening. "Looks like more than just catching up to me," he muttered, his tone laced with bitterness.

Before you could respond, Draken reached out and took your hand, pulling you away from the guy you had been talking to. "Come with me," he said, his voice firm as he led you towards the stairs.

Confused but curious, you followed him, your heart racing with a mix of emotions. Draken led you to one of the empty bedrooms upstairs, closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing, Draken?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to you, his eyes dark with desire. "I can't stand seeing you with other guys. I know we're not together anymore, but... I can't help it. I still want you," he confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing down on yours in a desperate kiss. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the intensity of his embrace, knowing that despite everything, your feelings for him had never truly gone away.

Draken's kiss was filled with a mixture of longing and passion, leaving you breathless and uncertain. His hands gently cupped your face, his touch familiar yet electric, sending shivers down your spine.

Without breaking the kiss, Draken lifted you up effortlessly and sat you down on the bed, never once breaking the connection between your lips. The room seemed to spin around you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the world outside disappearing into oblivion.

His hands roamed down your sides, sending a rush of heat through your body. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours, seeking permission and reassurance. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, your body craving his touch.

"I've missed you," he whispered against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "I've missed us."

You melted into his embrace, surrendering yourself to the overwhelming rush of emotions that threatened to consume you. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the intense, undeniable pull between you and Draken, drawing you together like two halves of a whole.

"I miss the way you look when you're under me" he whispered as he planted kisses down your neck......

[nyxrryl]

Legally Blonde Reader x Bonten

Bonten had no idea what they were signing up for when they hired their lawyer, (name) (last name).

of course, the criminals already had a vague idea of what to expect from a lawyer, the typical, uptight, cold and serious demeanour- nicely tailored monocoloured suits where most likely the only pop of colour would be a dark coloured tie, maybe tie clip- safe to say they didn't exactly expect to see their lawyer enter their office for the first time in a bright pink ensemble- a pastel pink button up that had the collar unbuttoned, a hot pink blazer and pink pants, with a pretty pink Prada purse and an alluring, definitely expensive smelling perfume/cologne practically announcing his presence. "oh my gawd hi!! nice to meet you all, i'm (name) (last name), its like so good to meet you all!" he said in a cheery, upbeat voice.

this was definitely not what the Bonten men were expecting, at all.

they also weren't exactly expecting getting called by (name) in the middle of the day

"heyy! so, this is totally awkward but like, i may have done an oopsie, mind helping a guy out? i'm not exactly as experienced in taking out the trash." he said aloud on loudspeaker for all the men to hear, Kakucho raising an eyebrow at this, sure they had gotten to know the lawyer better to the point there's no longer that odd tension between them,--even if it took months and a good amount of lunch breaks being shared between the individuals in order to warm up to the lawyer--but to just help with chores? "you don't know how to take out your own garbage?" "ugh- no silly! i mean a body, i mean, he isn't dead but-" they overhear him kicking what they can only presume to be some poor mans body. "-i think he's unconscious, still- i don't exactly know what to do with him, i mean i restrained him in case he wanted to try something but can you guys pleaaaase just help? pretty pleasee?~" he begged, whining into the phone. meanwhile, the men in the conference room just stare at each other in shock- none of them expected their preppy, cheerful hot pink lawyer to need help on handling a body of all things.

"where are you?" Mikey spoke up, having been silent the entire call but deciding why not lend him a helping hand- the platinum haired man did owe (name) a favour- something he wouldn't admit seeing it happened just out of nowhere when (name) got him taiyaki, claiming it was the last batch of the day and that he owed him, something he would probably shoot the person for suggesting but he made an exception for name- a decision definitely not influenced by the bag full of taiyaki left for him. the rest of Bonten were a little surprised to see Mikey take the initiative but they'd follow his decision.

"oh, right i'm at (location)." "we'll be there in 10." "okay~" and with that (name) hung up and the men went on to get to the location, upon arriving, they found (name) in an alley, one hand on his phone and the other holding what looked like.. a pink taser? adding to that, he had a man under his heel- the man was on the floor and had his arms bound together on his back, where it was bound, (name) was stepping on it. "oh hey guyss, he hasn't woken up- don't worry he's not dead, i don't think so at least- but mind giving a hand please?~" he put his hands together in a pleading manner, turning to the men- "is that a taser?" "yep! its pink too, isn't it cute?~" he grinned and as he said that, the bound man finally regained consciousness- wriggling around to which (name) just stepped on him, clearly hard as the Bonten men swore that they heard a crack from it. "who even is this guy?" "oh, he's just some creep that tried to touch me. don't worry, you can clearly see i handled it, nearly killed him too- i'm glad i didn't though." the smile (name) bore as he replied was somewhat unsettling to the men, of course seeing violence wasn't exactly all that new to them but to see this seemingly innocent man be so cheerily vicious struck them, be it in a good or bad way they couldn't say, they could just admit it was quite the revelation. nonetheless they helped him out, afterwards (name) let out a sigh of relief, "thanks guys, i owe you one. ugh, i need to take a shower after dealing with that piece of rotten garbage." he said as he wiped his hands off.

"well aren't you very cleanly." Kokonoi commented and (name) smiled "of course! i just got my nails done just now, i'd hate for the polish to end up being affected by wastage like him." he showed off his newly done nails, to nobody's surprise they were bright, barbie doll pink. "aren't they cute! oh if only i could get matching nails with (pet's name), that would be adorable!" the men looked at him, confused- "who?" "(pet's name), y'know! my pet, look!" he pulled out his phone and showed them a picture of said pet, sitting in one of his bags. "they're my darling angel, oh how i would love to bring him to stay by my side when doing work but professionalism and all." he sighed as he put his phone away. "i mean, i wouldn't mind if you brought in your pet, as long as it's behaved and all" Kakucho admitted, and before the others could even give their input, (name) beamed at the invitation- "really?! omg i'll be sure to bring them, don't worry they're toilet trained, i myself hate having an eyesore of a litterbox personally." he squealed thinking of his precious baby coming to work with him, what outfit should he give? they HAVE to match, that's a clear rule.

the others would've interjected but how could they? he looked so excited. maybe just one day with a pet in the office would be fine, it'd be bearable for just a day. a single day, that would be all.

okay they may have taken back that comment upon seeing the adorable little (pet), they enjoyed having it around and even would at times take breaks just to pet it cause stress-- give the men a break they work hard. (name) was overjoyed upon seeing the men be so open to having his pet at work. maybe they could let the pet stay other days too, it was nice to have a stress reliever right there, of course, if (name) allowed so after this.

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@luvrbunny01

[ailecheri]

i would love to request mikey (and more toman characters if you write multiple) x tall reader?? nsfw but idm sfw or anything you prefer

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

mikey x gender neutral! tall! reader nsfw headcanons as requested by anon~ (may revisit this later, too!) bottom/unspecified position reader and not too kinky:

hes creative and likes to switch up positions in bed, keep you both comfortable - more than - with the height difference!

youve tried taking him in every way imaginable... you on a table edge, him standing...

his favorite way to fuck you is holding you up, though... hes strong, yknow? especially pressing you against a wall, door... works great for spontaneous fucks, which is good, because mikey isnt patient

that said, he fucking loves going down on you. his fav way it to kneel on the ground while youre perched on the edge of the bed

i imagine mikey is preeetty sloppy with his oral, spitty and messy but the enthusiasm makes up for it

he probably moans and huffs as he goes down on you, so cute...

at first mikey struggled to figure out how to breathe during oral but he was so determined, he thinks its so sexy. your smell, taste, being surrounded by your gorgeous long legs...

ugh he loves playing with your chest, but his dirty little secret is he likes having his chest played with just as much!

hed probably be so clingy.... almost too much. youve had to leave SEVERAL group outings because he slides his hands down your sides, or touches your back, maybe runs his hands over your hips and your pelvis...

he loves picking out pretty outfits for you and buying you jewelry, often he even gets matching sets... its a way to show youre his and spoil you, all in one

and ruining you in an outfit he handpicked? well, thats nice...

he actually adores your height. you might think itd make him feel self conscious but he finds it hot, more than anything

top!reader and/or more kinky:

though, if you prefer topping (or just wanna try it out - be it strap or what) he is veeeery curious. maybe even a little embarrassed by how much he wants it

yeah lets not pretend he doesnt like fingering himself and have a collection of pretty gem anal plugs (or bunny tails~)

even if you dont penetrate him he doesnt mind, but he loves to show off... speaking of, he reaaally likes wearing lingerie

costume play/dress up in general is a huge kink for him

ohhh and if YOU can pick him up? god thats mikeys dream. hot as hell to him, tall people are so his type (just be careful or you might be giving him piggy back rides...)

he loves having control taken away... albeit, its hard. but he melts into it after a bit of back talk

if you dom him it might become his fav thing, subspace is like a dream for him and he is always the leader... finally just being a good boy and taking instructions? oh yes

that said, sub mikey is a total brat... at least at first. he likes to disobey, wants to see if you can handle him, if youll still punish bad behavior

he loves exhibitionism - as a sub and a dom

biiig into sex toys in general

if youre at work and he isnt busy, he might just leave some spicy voice memos, videos or pics.. be careful~

mikey is the type who loves shows of possession - you or mikey wearing a collar underneath high collared shirts when you can? fuck yes

[blueberri-blu]

My Royal ✧～｡⁠☆

✨ Anon Request:

[Rise]Mikey finds out you're a yokai royal!

gn/reader

Mikey

It was a mission gone wrong

Poor Mikey had tried his best on his own

Unfortunately, he was still captured,

Mikey was, for lack of a better word, a little worried

According to Big Mama he'd be "ripped limb for limbity limb"

While Mikey was trying to talk his way out of it

You had overheard Big Mama (having been protesting for humans and yokai to get along)

You had an internal battle, secretly wishing his brothers would swoop in

But it was looking like that just wasn't going to happen

So, you had to, unfortunately, step in

You tried to be stealthy

But Mikey, ever your hype turtle, called out for you

And Big Mama whipped around, and saw you

The beloved Yokai Royal

She gasped dramatically and started giggle

"I didn't know royalty could have such obscene pets"

It was now Mikey's turn to gasp dramatically

You were able to release him, and very narrowly escape

On the way back to the lair

Mikey's questions seemed infinite

"do you live in a castle? What about your crown? Do you have servants? What fancy foods do you eat? How many balls have you been to?"

You patiently answer as many questions as you can

Then the inevitable "Why didn't you tell me?"

You explained to him that you were scared they'd treat you differently,

Even though you aggressively fought for equality between yokai and humans, even though it damaged not only your reputation, but your status and ability to simply socialize

Mikey then became Dr. Delicate Touch and comforted you,

"We'd never treat you differently because of that silly! We all love you, my brothers are happy to have you around, and you're an important part of our team. And I love you y/n!"

That night you two cuddled and talked while eating pizza to whither away the days' stresses

I had a lot of fun doing this! I ended up only doing Mikey because, these headcanons are long 😅

I'm very sorry if it's not what you wanted, feel free to send another ask clarifying anything I missed please!

I hope you enjoyed it ✨ anon!

[anystalker707]

Forgotten screens and messy covers

Pairing: Gerard x [gender neutral, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 200 Genre: Smut / Comfort Summary: A boring movie leads to interesting actions. Kind of content: Pegging / Dirty talk / Praising / Humiliation

Requested by anon "can you do a fic where reader and basement gee are watching a movie and then one thing leads to another and they fuck?? i want reader to (...)"

MASTERLIST

          Gerard came over to your place easily after an offer of a horror movie with candies and leftover pizza. It really didn’t take a lot to please any of you, really—you would’ve accepted the offer too if he were the one making it—because the most important thing was each other’s presence, after all. Some weekends were about asking the other over so you could continue to do nothing for the rest of the day, but with the other.

Jaws had been playing on the TV for quite a while now. You’d watched it so many times that the movie would already glitch; the DVD already showing its signs of age and the player wasn’t the best thing already by itself. Your eyes squinted at the TV on a scene of Martin fussing around—the screen was still frozen on the sea while his voice kept playing in the background, the faint blue light of the TV being the only thing illuminating your room at the moment. Boredom quickly started to take over; eyes darting away from the screen and heavy sighs cutting through the silence as you both sat under the covers.

You looked over at Gerard, seeing they were pouting a little while still looking at the screen with a little of hope, and your mind started to wander easily enough because... Why not? It was a matter of seconds before your lips met Gerard’s. It wasn’t the first time you’d done that—you and Gerard were more than friends, but still a little far from having anything established. It was enough to play around, though.

Gerard gasped softly, but did kiss back, finally finding something more entertaining than the glitching TV screen. He placed a hand on the back of your head to pull you closer, and you allowed them to, deepening the kiss as they wished.

Maybe, the kisses were never innocent. Maybe, they had a goal behind them the whole moment, but it still wasn’t something to be discussed. Gerard only kept kissing you back until the light kisses gained a new urgency that magnified their intensity and it was a matter of time before you were throwing the blankets out of the way and climbing between Gerard’s legs while you kept kissing them. The kisses would remain on that level if you didn’t feel something poking your lower stomach at the same time a soft sound escaped Gerard’s lips when you pushed your hips against his; the way they tugged on you with their arms around your back didn’t seem like he wanted you to stop either.

A moan escaped Gerard’s throat when your teeth ran against his bottom lip and, soon, he grasped on the hair on the back of your head to guide you down to their neck, leaving them squirming and moaning more under your lips. You knew the right spots, the right thing you had to do, so it wasn’t much of a hard task.

“Please,” Gerard said with a groan, voice tight in their chest.

Who were you to deny it to them? But it also didn’t mean you wouldn’t tease.

“Please what?” You grinned, nuzzling a spot under his jaw and mumbling against the skin. Gerard only pushed his hips up in response; you clicked your tongue. “Use your words or else I won’t know.”

Gerard’s throat moved under your touch with a harsh swallow, then vibrated with his curses. “Touch me. Anything. Anything works.” Something about how he was always so shy about it made a feeling stir inside your lower stomach; he would never meet your eyes, mostly keeping their eyes closed and would have their face hidden if you allowed.

A pleased smile stretched across your face at the same moment the proud feeling swelled inside your chest and you pulled to sit back on your legs, letting Gerard’s bottom over your lap. They already had his hair all messy, or messier than usual, better saying. Hazel eyes observed you past greasy dark strands of hair and his face was red, almost as brightly as his swollen lips. Heavy breaths escaped Gerard’s lips as his chest heaved up and down, coming to a halt when your hand landed right on the bulge between his legs.

“(Y/n),” he said breathly as his hands balled into fists around the blankets.

“Shhh...”

Fingers hooked around the waistband of their pants, you slowly pulled them down along with his underwear and smiled at the sight. His cock arched back against his lower stomach heavily, bright pink and with precum oozing from the tip already, and you wondered how sensitive he felt that day.

Your hands wrapped around his cock, feeling its warmth and weight in your hand for a moment before you started pumping it up and down—you leaned forward to spit down on the tip and let it trail down as a makeshift lube, which seemed to work quite well given how Gerard’s back arched.

“Goddamnit, Gerard...” You clicked your tongue in a not-so-genuine annoyance. “Look at you. So needy already and all I did was to barely touch you.” In response, they tried to stutter out a few curses, failing miserably, only working to make you chuckle. “Sensitive today, are we?” You sank your finger in their tip in a search for a response by yourself, and it was easy to find out given out he moaned loudly and arched their back, all a little more than the normal. “All pretty and just for me!”

The words had each touch intensified for Gerard, only making his want grow as you kept working your hand and spat down on your fingers once again, moving faster. You mumbled absentmindedly about how pretty he looked while you let your finger brush against that spot they liked under the tip of their cock. His face was mostly hidden by the messy hair, but there was just enough to know how much they enjoyed all of it. Gerard’s needy nature was something that you relished on.

A few gasps and the right twists of your wrist later, he was already cumming and the drops that escaped your fingers fell over his black shirt and stained yet another one of those.

Gerard still throbbed in your hand and his breaths were still ragged, but your hand continued there, using his own cum as lube so you could continue your motions, barely leaving time for his cock to soften before it was hard in your hand again and Gerard squirmed under you.

“W—Wait—” Gerard said almost incoherently, swallowing his words. The absence of the safeword and the way their hips pushed against your hand only encouraged you to keep going, your sloppy movements making their thighs tremble and threaten to close around you. Something that sounded like your name escaped his lips whiningly, and you finally stopped, watching Gerard arch their back and pant heavily whilst trying to grasp reality once again.

Just watching Gerard was enough to build something in you. You bit your lip, observing them with wide eyes and processing his little mannerisms before you climbed to the edge of the bed and reached for something under it.

“What you doing...” Gerard’s voice was almost nothing beyond a lousy whisper.

You glanced back at him, also moving to reach for something from the bedside table after you retrieved a box from under the bed. A smirk crossed your face and you almost chuckled from the excitement. “Pants and underwear off, hm?”

Just a few words without much context were enough for Gerard to know what was going on. Their eyes widened a little, but there was excitement behind his dark gaze when he quickly moved to do as said. They had the same rush you had while you got rid of your own clothes, messing a little with the strap-on due to the anticipation, but you already had it in by the time Gerard’s boxers were meeting the ground.

“All fours.” You had the lube in hand already when you were climbing back on the bed and kneeling your way over to between Gerard’s legs once he’d done what you asked for. He glanced back at you, seeming like they were about to say something, but their breath was wasted in a soft gasp when your hand met the back of his head to shove it against the pillow. “Being a good boy for me today, aren’t you? ‘Bet you were already anxious for a fuck once you left your house to come here,” you couldn’t help the words as you held onto his hips, not even bothering to know what his groans were about while you opened the lube.

The cold liquid met Gerard’s entrance and had him fluttering more than before, clenching around nothing in a silent request for something that you’d not give him yet, but it was enough to have them gasping against the pillow while the liquid trailed down to his balls and his cock. You observed him carefully, coating your fingers with the lube as well before you could dip two of them past the muscles of rings around their entrance.

Little resistance met you along with Gerard’s moans, your fingers welcomed by warm and wet walls that relaxed according to how you pushed in slowly until the last knuckle then clenched once you started to make the way back. Since Gerard was already sensitive, you didn’t use a lot of time in it, only making sure he was lubed properly before you coated the strap-on’s dildo with the lube as well.

“Ready?” One of your hands grasped onto Gerard’s hip and the other onto the base of the dildo while you looked over at them. The anticipation burned in your lower stomach, hopefully mirroring what they felt.

Only a groan came in response at first, followed by a muffled ‘yes’, then there were moans; Gerard already gasped just at the intrusion of the tip of the toy, pushing himself back at the same proportion you pushed into them. You let out a soft sound at how the back of the toy made a light pressure against your clit the moment your thighs met the back of theirs and the space between you two was closed. His skin was warm, rising under yours with a shiver when you rode his shirt far up his torso so you’d hold onto both of his hips now.

Gerard’s arms were folded in front of themself as he groaned softly, their sounds gaining a rhythm dictated by how your hips met his, first in experimental heavy and slow thrusts that soon gained a proper pace. You couldn’t help but moan softly as well whenever any motion had the right pressure over your clit, but even so, your own pleasure wasn’t the focus at the moment; you just wanted to please Gerard, each time more encouraged by how his moans would easily grew louder whenever your hips would meet theirs when he pushed them back and the toy pressed just against his prostate.

“P—Please...” You could catch the word among all the nonsense that Gerard spoke, motivating you to keep the rhythm that had the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room already.

Gerard’s hair was tangled in your fingers when you bent down while pausing your movements so you could bring their head up a little, whispering into his ear. “Please what?”

A whimper came from him, hips wriggling in an attempt to get you to move again. “M—More... ‘M almost there...” His dark, hazy orbs met yours from the corners of his eyes and you chuckled.

“There you go.”

Your hand held Gerard’s head down against the pillow, sideways, and the other held onto their hip to make a firm frame which you could fuck into, snapping your hips harshly to help Gerard reach their high.

“You look cute like this,” you mumbled breathlessly, voice shaking. “Being so good to me... You just like being a little slut to me, right? Coming to my house when none of us have anything to do just so I can fuck that pretty little ass of yours until I am satisfied...” The words spilled from your lips as easily as the moans left him, in a gentle rambling that had the knot in Gerard’s lower stomach growing tighter to the same point you could feel the want rushing through your veins. You wanted some touch, any sort of touch, but your focus was Gerard now.

Gerard gave up on pleading for anything, instead resorting to whines that sounded like music to your ears. Thankfully, it was a sign they were growing closer; your thighs and knees already burned with ache from the restrictive and repetitive motion, which got you more invested into the harsh and precise thrusts that had Gerard quivering and trembling under your touch.

It was a matter of time—one, two thrusts and Gerard was cumming, with a string of whiny moans and trembling legs while they stained your covers. His knuckles went white as their fingers wrapped around the pillow they held onto until his grip started to falter and your thrusts started to drive him into overstimulation; you decided not to go that path and instead stopped your movements slowly, pulling back away from Gerard. He complained a little at the absence of a body against his, but easily gave up against the mattress once you knelt away, sitting down on the bed so you could remove the strap-on and give your legs a break. Your hands trembled as you tried to do it fast so you could satisfy your own want as fast as possible.

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[milks-thoughts]

hi it me, the best ROTTMNT writer to ever exist I know 😌

BUT I HAVE COME WITH AN ASK GRRR IM GOING TO DESTROY YOUR WRITER BLOCK

I need the turtles trying to teach their s/o something, and they stance is just a little bit off so they come up behind them to fix their posture and 😳 I'D KILL FOR THAT 😍😍😍😍

bye bye love you boo 💋 /p

PLEASE IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS OOC FOR MIKEY OR DONNIE- I DUNNO HOW TO WRITE THEM VERY WELL (blame Nick for their lack of episodes >:()

BUT YAYAYAY OKAY IMA TRYYY I HAVEN’T WRITTEN FOR THEM IN LIKE A YEAR OR TWO

this isn’t beta read! nor is it proofread- any mistakes are there now. there is no getting rid of them, they are part of the writing now. this is so short I’m sorry

tw: NONE ITS JUST HEART THROBBING FLUFF <33

Raph

“ can you teach me how to knit? “

That’s all you have to say before Raphs enthusiastically taking you to his room

Little did you know knitting is hard

you were trying your hardest at knitting, you really were! But you couldn’t get the movements right, and the needles were so hard to move. It was honestly frustrating. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you again attempted to start a chain, you didn’t know how Raph did it. Your thoughts were disrupted by his voice ringing out “ -you’re not doin it right, here let me show you! “ he would walk over to where you were sitting and leaned over you. His plastron hitting your head slightly. It didn’t bother you, since you were distracted by his big hands grabbing yours and leading your movements, his voice didn’t process in your ears as you tried keeping your blush down. You decided it was best to focus back in so you could do it without him leading your hands, has it always been this hot in here? it was probably just you. He eventually let go of your hands “ you alright? your face is all red, are you sick? “ you could only chuckle and shake your head “ I’m alright love “ you promised before going back to knitting, so what if you were purposefully accidentally messing up? you were happy to be spending time with him.

Leo

You were genuinely so excited when you found out he could skate

“ can you teach me!? “

Didn’t even think about how hard skating is

You didn’t take in account that even when walking you kept falling over, so on wheels? Forget it your ass is grass. a few hard falls and scrapped knees later you eventually could balance on it. Trying to get going was the hard part, you brought your foot down and completely fell off. you landed on your rear-end so at least you weren’t bleeding again “ that must’ve hurt wheel bad “ you glared up at him, but your brows lifted as you chuckled. stepping back on you felt his hands on your waist as he walked next to you. “ your posture and stance is so bad “ Leo chuckled, you gave him a playful glare. your face was red though, Leo’s hand held onto you as you put down a foot and touched the floor. Letting out a excited cheer you smiled up at Leo he smirked “ I guess I’m your lucky charm Hm? “

Donnie

Coding was intriguing, to you at least

Watching Donnie spend hours on it while you do..your own thing was fun

“ can you teach me to code? It looks cool “

you poor unfortunate soul. Donnie was a amazing teacher, and nothing but patient at that. you just didn’t realize how hard coding actually was. “ okay! so- “ typing in the code you hummed in frustration. It didn’t work. Donnie reached over you, his hand taking on top of yours and like a puppet on a string he used your fingers to type in the code “ that will make it work. You weren’t listening dum-dum “ he gently reprimanded. You just simply leaned into his touch. you were on his bed, sitting in front of him. He simply laid down, it was the quiet hours of the night when both of you couldn’t fall asleep. you listened to all of Donnie’s rambles, tonight you wanted to use that knowledge. Typing away you noticed as he watched, even when you stilled or slowed down as your brain picked apart what you needed to do. Eventually you got it to work. It was a simple website for your art, but god was it amazing “ you finally did it, salutes “ his tone blunt and calm, but you could read the fine print, he was proud of you.

Mikey

You loved watching Mikey spray paint

It was obvious because of the hours you’d spend watching him

“ I wonder how I’d do spray painting? “

you got the answer to your own question: you’re shit at it. Mikey was painting next to you before he paused “ you’re holding it all wrong silly! “ he walked up behind you and grabbed your hand moving the paint can he took control off your arm and made a few strokes down like you were doing. His head resting on your shoulder, music blaring into your ears from the headphones he was wearing. Mikey simply smiled at you, his orange mask stained with paint from his messy fingers working it, you’ve come to realize Mikey has many masks. And not just Dr. Delicate Touch or Dr. Feelings. But he literally has a whole drawer full of him and his brothers masks, in case anyone needs a replacement. He let go of your hand as you continued the movements getting brought back by his comforting weight leaving your shoulder “ there we go! see now you’re holding it right, you should put on some music really get in the moment “

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ Artistic Notes ✦ 」

↳ It started with a small drawing and a compliment, which then grew into a anonymous friendship.

Michealangelo x Reader

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Adding the finishing touches, you sighed with relief as you stood up—some joints cracking from the sudden change in movement.

You looked down at your chalk-art masterpiece. It was probably one of the most detailed pieces you've done with the compressed powder. The lines were smooth and the shading was just the right color and opacity—the features were visible and at the right proportion and angles.

You grinned, satisfied with your work but frowned as you checked your clock. It was already around 1 am.

Quickly giving a small prayer to whoever rules over luck, to grant you the luck of it not raining before heading off the roof and to your apartment.

Yes, you lived in a small apartment fit for one, though you had got lucky as you managed to snag the penthouse room which granted you access to the roof where you could thus spread your amazing skills.

...

Unfortunately, the next morning you realized you had forgot to bring the chalk down with you before heading to bed.

Quickly you made a dash upstairs to make sure nobody stole it. Even though you were the only one who had access to the roof, there had been news of sightings about some gang named 'the foot', honestly, it was a stupid name.

Who'd wanna be referred to as a foot? That's one of the most sweaty and disgusting limbs on the body...—well for most.

Yeah, the clan could have better things to do than steal chalk, but you didn't want to take chances as chalk these days are expensive as shit—with inflation going on and all.

Finally making it up to the roof, you quickly spotted the box of 24 pieces, though you also spotted a colorful piece next to yours.

Quickly scanning the area for anyone, you made your way towards your supplies and the new addition.

It was a little drawing of a chibi turtle with a orange mask saying, 'That looks sick 10/10!' with a thumbs up.

Your heart warmed at the small message though you didn't know how to feel about it. How did someone manage to get on your roof?

....

I meannnn...Is it really that bad? They left you a cute message and they seemed to be quite the cute artist.

With a small smile, you took the box of chalk and went down to your room once more—waiting until the night falls once more.

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With a giddy feeling, you quickly made your ways towards your roof (yes, you've claimed it as yours 😈) and starting drawing another piece under the old one, though this time with a small message.

'Thank you, thank you! I quite like it myself :)

U don't seem too bad either.'

You were contemplating if you shoudl change it or write something more. Not wanting to dote on it any longer, you ignored your overthinking before heading back down stairs—a excited smile plastering your face as you were eager for the next morning to come.

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Your smile grew as you made your way towards your roof and saw that there was a new message.

':O

I tried it out, it may not be the best but its something? :')'

Right beside the messy writing, there was drawn the same orange-masked ninja-like turtle. The drawing was much more detailed though as it had more shading and colorful highlights. The chalk piece itself was a bit messy but it made it look like a fun collage piece.

...

Later in the evening, near the same time, you were on the roof top thinking of what to reply;

'Dang, you ever heard color theory? Also, you seem to really like turtles' You wrote, drawing a small chibi version of your oc—just a bit underneath the anon's chalk piece.

'now we wait.' You thought.

...

The exchange of notes between you and anon had been going on for days at this point, and soon a few days had turned into a few weeks.

The two of you had gotten closer and learnt more about each other; Anon liked the color orange, had three other brothers and a cat, loved dancing and skate boarding, etc. At this rate, it was safe to say you were like very good 'online' bestfriends.

It also seemed like luck was always by your side on the roof at night, as not once had it rained before either one of you got to see the others message.

Unfortunately, that would also be cut short as your luck ran out this night.

You waited on your couch, catching up on some good series that you procrastinated on for a good chunk. Finally, it came to quite a exciting scene, but thats when you heard small taps on your windows—it eventually growing from single small taps to multiple patters at a fast rate.

You decided not to pay mind to it as the rain never really bothered you. Well, until now.

Quickly realizing your naivity, you threw your blanket to the side and headed towards the roof—wanting to make sure your messages were preserved.

As you made it to the roof, you had a hard time navigating as the rain poured down harder by the second, though it didn't hinder your vision to the point where you couldn't see the dark silohuette on your roof.

You carefully grabbed anything within your reach before carefully making your way towards the said figure. With each step, the outlines became clearer until what you saw before you wasn't a human, but a mutant turtle.

You stood a bit aways, leaving space between the two of you, and fortunately, it didn't notice you yet. Though something about it made you feel..sad?

The mutant kneeled down to the ground, seeming to inspect the once beautiful chalk pictures before it sighed and got up.

You furrowed your brows, squinting your eyes to try getting a better view of it, though it seemed to beat you to it..

You froze in place, tightening your grip on your 'weapon' as the mutant's gaze stayed frozen onto you.

"Uhh...This is just a dream!" He said before slowly backing away.

You snapped out of your daze. For some reason your body inched closer towards him, something felt...familiar? And that's when it hit you,

"Mikey?" You spoke, dropping your weapon.

The turtle was taken aback before inching just a bit closer. "{Y/N}?"

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A/N: UDVYUWBIUVUYAVD, I can't, it was sooo much better in my head. This fic was supposed to be short, concise and sweet but it wasn't. 😭, My boy doesn't deserve this.

I promise i'll make another one. Feel free to comment any character suggestions or scenerios, my inbox is always open!

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Calling Them With a Nickname/-chan Honorific

SUMMARY: Basically the title; calling various Tokyo Revengers characters with the -chan honorific (and a nickname, sometimes) WORD COUNT: 1.2k

WARNINGS: Angst in Kazutora (oops), Hanma being a flirty bastard, you being flustered in like half of them, you being hella confident in the other half, generally just fluff, fluff, flustered guys, probably OOC.

CHARACTERS (Because there are a lot): Mikey/Sano Manjiro, Draken/Ryuguji Ken, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu, Hanemiya Kazutora, Mitsuya Takashi, Hanma Shuji, Shiba Hakkai, and Kisaki Tetta (phew that’s a lot-)

A/N: I dunno I keep jokingly calling the characters in Tokyo Revengers -chan to show affection for them (totally not to make fun). And I thought I should share my thoughts on how they would react to you all (lol). Some of them, it's by accident, and some you know exactly what you're doing lmao- Also, you aren't dating in these, just friends (crushes??). Sometimes (like half of the time) it's a nickname paired with chan because that's cute lol- A/N Part 2: Hope they aren't like super ooc?? Lmao- oops- I mean I don't know a lot of them that well so- I tried by reading a bunch of fanfics (lol) A/N Part 3: Kisaki is scary- Like I don't know what you guys are talking about, I wasn't able to write him fully because he's terrifying lmao- A/N Part 4: Also feel free to use these nicknames for any fic-writing that you do- cause these are adorable </3 A/N Part 5: Also this is my first time writing in this format so. Uh- yeah. It was fun though, it combats my inability to write long fics lol- A/N Part 6: Originally posted here.

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

Mikey/Sano Manjiro

You were frozen, eyes wide as a soft blush grew over your cheeks. You hadn't meant to call Mikey with an honorific—chan, no less—and you were worried on how the other would react.

"I- I'm sorry, Mikey, I didn't-"

"Call me that again."

"...What?" You stuttered slightly, not sure on what to say.

"Say what you called me again." He blinked, staring at you.

Was this a punishment...? "M-Mikey-chan...?"

You watched as Mikey's face brightened, smiling softly at you. "I like it when you say that... Say it more. Mkay, [Y/N]-chan?"

You felt your cheeks grow hot. "All right... But, one question."

"What is it?"

"Why didn't you yell at me when I said it the first time- I mean, we don't know each other and all..."

The male let out a soft huff before shaking his head. "Well, because I like you. And, I like being called nicknames by you. So." He shrugged slightly.

"...Okay..." You were confused, but a faint smile grew over your lips as you watched him.

"C'mon, let's go to a cafe- I want to eat the parfait there!"

"Wait- I thought you already ate one today?"

"It's a different store, [Y/N]-chan!"

Draken/Ryuguji Ken

"Ryu-chan! You look really pretty today!"

You were met with a blank stare.

"Huh?"

You stammered a little as you gazed into his eyes, hands raised placatingly. "Hey- Didn't mean any harm, I just wanted to see how you'd reac-"

"...Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. I don't care."

Truth be told, he did care... And he spent a while in his bedroom, flustered at the fact that you called him with a nickname.

Baji Keisuke

"You can't just keep on beating people up like that, Baji-chan." You pouted softly at him, prodding his chest lightly. "Seriously. What's your reason this time?" You were too caught up with scolding him that you didn't notice the nickname that you said.

Baji was... 48% confused, 43% surprised, 8% annoyed, and 1% flustered. His thoughts were racing inside his head- did you actually call him a nickname, or was he just imagining it?

He just let out a soft huff, interrupting whatever trivial thing you were saying—probably telling him to stop being so reckless and stupid—before he picked you up, much to your surprise.

"Wh-what are you doing? Where-"

He just plopped you down on his bike, putting his helmet on you before sitting down. "Hang on tight, I'm taking you on a date."

"Wait why-"

"Because you called me 'Baji-chan.' And it was cute. And I like you."

"...This is a confession? Wait, when did I call you Baji-chan anyway-"

Matsuno Chifuyu

"Fuyu-chan- Can I have one of your romance manga?"

Double punch to Matsuno Chifuyu—wait no, triple punch. Firstly, you had called him with his first name. A nickname, at that. Secondly, there was the affectionate 'chan' honorific. Thirdly, a romance manga? One of his romance manga? Was this a sign for him to confess? All of his shoujo manga that he had read hadn't prepared him for this.

"Wh-which one?" He asked, flustered.

"Any- you know there was one you were recommending a while back. About a forward girl and a shy boy?" A smile tugged at your lips as you leaned closer. "I remember thinking that it sounded kinda like our relationship, mm?"

Relationship...?

Chifuyu let out a soft huff, trying to ignore how close you were, how flustered he was. "Yeah... I have it somewhere."

You let out a soft laugh before grabbing your phone, quickly taking a picture of him before he could react. "Baji-san was right, you did get super flustered-"

"What- hey- you better not send that to Baji-san, he'll laugh at me for days-"

Hanemiya Kazutora

"Kazu-chan. Look at me. You are not the horrible person you think you are."

Kazutora let out a soft huff. "Yeah, you're just obligated to say that."

Your nose scrunched up slightly. "No, I'm not. Don't be so dense, Kazu-chan." You gently bopped him on the nose. "Seriously. You deserve love, affection, friendship."

Kazutora shook his head. "But-"

"Shut up and listen to me, Kazutora."

He paused slightly. "...You stopped calling me that."

"Calling you what?" You blinked slightly.

"...Kazu-chan..." You watched as his cheeks flushed a soft red before feeling your cheeks heat up as well.

"Shit- I'm so sorry- didn't mean to-"

"Nah, it's okay. It's the only thing that makes your argument worth listening to."

"Well then, guess I'm gonna have to keep calling you Kazu-chan until you believe what I'm saying. Because you deserve everything good that this world has to offer."

Mitsuya Takashi

It wasn't any surprise when you called Mitsuya 'Taka-chan.' Probably because you were always with him and Hakkai.

Still, what surprised Mitsuya was the fact that you had done it on purpose.

His heart skipped a beat, a faint smile on his lips as he watched you.

"What's with the smile?" You asked teasingly.

"Nothing... I just like it when you call me 'Taka-chan.' It's cute."

"Really?" You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around him. "Well, I'm glad. Though, you're smiling a bit more than when Hakkai-kun calls you 'Taka-chan'~ Any reason for that?"

"Mm, I'll tell you... If you kiss me first."

"All right, then."

"Wait no I was kidding, [Y/N]-chan-" Cue a flustered Mitsuya.

Hanma Shuji

"...Shu-chan? Did you just call me that?"

You tensed slightly, backing away. "N-no-" You stammered, eyes wide as a faint blush grew on your cheeks.

"You did, didn't you..."

You shook your head slightly before a soft squeak left your lips as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a hug. You felt your cheeks burn as you just hugged him back. "...You're touch-starved."

"What- No I'm not, love."

"Yes you are. And it's not like you're in love with me-"

"But I am-"

"...What." You blinked slightly as you watched him.

"[Y/N]-chan- It's true! So call me Shu-chan more." He pouted softly at you, and you could only relent, eyes softening a bit as you watched him.

"Fine... Only to calling you Shu-chan, though."

"Hey!"

Shiba Hakkai

Watch Hakkai literally freeze.

"Hakkai-chan?" You ask again, an innocent look on your face. "Can you please help me with my homework?"

You watched in amusement as his cheeks flushed brightly.

He knew what you were doing, how you were trying to make him more flustered and unable to speak than usual. He was pretty used to being around you, to the point where it was fairly easy to talk to you, but... Still, when you wanted to be flirty, it broke him.

He looked away from you, pressing his lips together as he didn't look you in the eye, feeling his cheeks heat up even more. "Wh- what..."

"It's for math. Help-" You got rid of the teasing look, poking the male gently.

"O-oh..." He mumbled, looking at the papers.

"...Wait, [Y/N]- I thought you were the smart one here."

Kisaki Tetta

Welp. You were dead.

That was the thought that flashed through your head, as well as regret and a tiny- tiny- bit of fear.

After all, you had called him Tetta-chan- either he would think you were making fun of him, or that you were flirting- neither of which you wanted to think about.

Before he had the chance to reply, you just dashed off, sprinting as fast as you could.

By the time Kisaki had processed your words enough, you were long gone.

"Well..." He shook his head slightly with a soft sigh, feeling his cheeks heat up. "They're the only one allowed to call me that."

Hanma just let out a soft snort. "Tha has a nice ring to it, don't ya think, Tetta-chan~"

"Shut up."

[loneworldgazer]

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[nian-7]

Hi!

Big fan of your works here again :)

What about a step-father TR x reader scenario? Like who do you think would be a good step-father (or a father who stepped up) and some cute moment with the kid or parent of the child?

Thank you for all your hard work and amazing content!

it's no problem, please enjoy!

Tokyo Revengers x gn!reader

✧type of step father they'd be

✧fluff

They're honestly the best you could ask for. They love your child as if it was their own. Sometimes spoiling them (shhh! you're not supposed to know!) and always giving them the love they deserve. The unconditional love they give your child makes it seem like this was how it was meant to be all along.

-Chifuyu, Takemichi, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Shinichiro, Draken

A strict father yes but, is your child safe? 100%. Never would let any harm come their way. Your child is having trouble with bullies at school? They'll take one look at him and second guess it. Obviously, he wouldn't take it as far as to use violence (unless it was absolutely necassary), he know's his limits (most times).

-Draken, Kazutora, Mikey, Ran, Baji

Another strict father but, he protects your child in another way. Yes, he can be strict about curfew or having their homework done but, he really does love them! He wouldn't resort to protecting them physically but, will stand up for them if needed. His strictness is just showing that he wants them to be safe!

-Naoto, Inui

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