Help Because I Cant Stop Thinking About Being In Takemichis Place When He Met Manila Mikey My Brain Is

help because i can’t stop thinking about being in takemichi’s place when he met manila mikey my brain is literally rotting

y/n goes to the philippines to find her ex boyfriend at the one place she knows he’ll be… mikey, who sent the letter out to takemichi to visit him, wasn’t expecting her arrival and pins her to the floor with a gun to her head

fast forward, now we’re having hot sex and takemichi accidentally walks in 💀

This is so real, because Manila!Mikey had no right too be that pretty. Also for him too literally manhandle Takemichi like that had my brain all fuzzy because he just did it so effortlessly and if he can throw Takemichi around like he doesn't way shit... what else can he do? He is so fucking strong for no reason and it's just so- ahhh it's intense ok? When you go and see Mikey, hoping too grasp an understanding as too why he took the lives of all of his friends- and by default your friends. He doesn't look too happy too see you, in fact he looks pissed, if you will. As he walks down the pile of rubble and steps closer to you- it's like he's sizing you up, like a predator would and you know you should run because everything in that screams danger but you can't. This is the man that you've grown too love and care about and he just up and abandoned you, never told you he was leaving- never gave an inkling, he just did and you want too know why. Before you can even ask- talk to him, he's on you with a gun in your face as he stares you down, there's no more light in those beautiful black eyes of his as he leans down, his warm breath hitting your face. You genuinely can't breath when he decides too put all his weight on your chest, he's not heavy but there's quite a bit of muscle on him and your chest feels it in full, you can't even move and just stares at you, no emotion on his face as you plead with him. You don't really realise what he's doing until he starts too tug at your shirt and it rips in the process, you don't really know what too do in this moment because while yes, you love this man with everything, but you also know that he's a serial killer.. he killed all of your friends and he doesn't even seem the slightest bit of apologetic. You don't even know what he means when he leans down and whispers, "let me have you one last time, ok?" None it makes sense to you but you don't care because his hands are all over you and they feel like ecstasy as he grabs at your tits, pressing soft kisses to your lips and he tastes just how you remember; dorayaki. It's all a blur and in the future you'll really wish that it wasn't because you'll unknowingly never get too talk with him again as he'd lay bleeding in your arms, but you don't know that as his hips smack against yours and you're brains pooling in ecstasy as your nails claw at his shoulders but Mikey knows, as soon as Takemichi steps into the broken down rubble and he meets Takemichis eyes just as you cum for him; Mikey knows this is the last time he'll have the pleasure of being so deeply and intimately connected to you.

hello there! just want to drop by and tell you that I enjoy reading your writings, especially those Mikey posts :) if you don't mind, can you do some headcanons about Mikeys with a scientist s/o? Like s/o spends a little more time conducting experiments instead of being with him?

don't forget to take good care of yourself 💕 stay hydrated and have plenty of sleep 👀✨

Thank you baby, that's so sweet of you but my requests are closed right now.

Im desperate for mikey toman smut🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 please any. Literally any.

Toman!Mikey isn't home a lot, and you always miss him so much when he isn't, but you know it's because he has too leave.. his job is so high-matinence and you get that, you do, but it doesn't make it any less heart-breaking for you. Especially when you wake up early just too kiss him goodbye and he's already left for work. He always makes it up to you when he gets home though, so you're not too peeved with him and the whole situation, because he always makes it up to you at the end of the day, like he's doing now. Having you laid out under him, his pretty blonde locks framing his face as those dark eyes stare you down from above. He always looks so pretty to you, always will, as his head is thrown back as his chest heaves, as he continuously attempts too swallow in the fresh air while his hips move against yours. His soft hands bruising your hips as he leaves pretty bruises from the imprints of his nails. While the thrusts are un-coordinated and hurried, they still feel good enough too have tears pouring down your cheeks as you push at his chest, your eyes squeezing shut as you squirm under him. He's unfocused as he swats your hands away from his chest, his panting becoming harsher as his hips move faster, he's close, you know that. Especially when his previous swatting turns into him grabbing and reaching for your hand, content in just holding one of them as his other hand is forced too hold up his weight. He's rough as he squeezes one of your hands in his own, pressing kisses against the soft skin of your hand as he lets out something akin to a whine. You can feel his abs flexing against your stomach, his neck bending down as his face drops into your neck, his hips stuttering against your own, as he pulls yet another orgasm from you, the eighth or ninth, you're not completely sure, but everything is so close and overwhelming as you cum, causing the already drenched sheets too continuously soak through with your slick. He's so close as he pants in your ear, his breath tickling your neck as sweat drips down his own, you hope he's done now, you pray that he is, your body literally becoming limp from exhaustion... but you know he's not, not when he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek and his hips start moving again, one of your hands still grasped tightly in his own as he nuzzles into your neck.

"Not yet baby... 'm not done with you yet.. just a bit longer for me, can you do that?"

Fyodor with a pianist wife? I just love the idea.

This idea is so beautiful!!! Scenario under the cut.

-Your love for the piano was something that made his interest deepen for you, as someone who loves music, specifically classical music, he's glad that his partner also has a love for melodic instruments, it gives him another thing too conversate about with you, that he actually enjoys.

-He loves playing the cello as you play the piano, it's one of his favorite stress relievers, it's a way for him too destress for the day, he can just sit back and relax and let his fingers work as his thoughts are drowned out by the beautiful synchronized melodies.

-His favorite thing about you being a pianist is that, the piano is a dual instrument, meaning he can play along with you. Now, if you're someone who's played for a while and you don't need sheet music, that's great for him because you two can just relax as your hands move together. If you do need sheet music though, that's fine. He's a very patient man and he also doesn't mind the reminder of notes, he doesn't need them but if it's a new piece that your playing, he'll read the sheet with you.

It was quiet as his feet followed the music, softly pushing open the large oak door as deep amethyst eyes glow as they watch your delicate fingers move around the piano, his pupils following the smallest twitch of your fingers. As slow, calculated steps quietly slip towards you while his large pale hands slip around your shoulders. There's a slight tense in your shoulders as he leans down towards your ear but they quickly relax when he murmurs in your ear about how beautiful you look moving your hands like that. The little glow in your eyes is eccentric as your fingers make the prettiest sounding music he's ever heard, bringing him to a tranquility of sorts, his full body going lax in peace as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek. The moon giving your skin an ethereal glow, as your hair lays on your shoulders, almost as loose as if it had been fresh-fallen. His hands are cold as encase your shoulders, smoothly rubbing the skin underneath as he watches your fingers dance over the black and white keys. It's a little while before Fyodor himself, sits on the bench, alongside you, you're hands gliding over as he starts too play along with you, a perfect harmony as your hands dance together in sync. It takes you a moment too realise that he's intending too play Dark Für Elise by Lucas King. His fingers starting he intro as your fingers follow in suite. It's a beautiful dance of melodies as your hands move together, the moon the only piece of lighting in the room as you take a deep breath, the music coming out in a rush towards your ears as his fingers fasten for the chorus. You watch as his pale fingers beautifully dance on the piano, not even lifting as his eyes are shut, he's going off memory of the piano and sheet, you don't even realize you've stopped playing until his eyes open, gleaming that perfect violet and his deep eyes hold an expectance of sorts, your eyes glancing down as you realise that your hands have stopped the synchronized dance. With a quick, but quiet, apology, your hands start moving again. It continues like that for a while until the beautiful piece is finished, Fyodor's shoulders lax as he breathes in, his chest rising and falling calmly as he looks at you, his eyes holding quiet appreciation as he stands and ushers you up and out of the large, spacious room and towards your shared bedroom. It's all routine too play together in the midst of the night before you two lay in peace in the soft bed, it's one of his favorite ways too end off the clear dark nights.

when you’re reading fanfiction and you get so involved in the story you start imagining different scenarios in that same universe and then it’s fanfiction fanfiction

Happy birthday, you outstandingly sexy woman!!!

I really hope I'm not late or early but either way

HEARTS ❤️💜💛💚💙🧡🖤💕💞🥰❤️♥️

Ahh thank you baby, it was the 24th of July but I appreciate you anyway 💕💕💕