I'm Opening My Requests For ONLY Manjiro Sano/Mikey [any Timeline] And Hanma Shuji From Tokyo Revengers.

I'm opening my requests for ONLY Manjiro Sano/Mikey [any timeline] and Hanma Shuji from Tokyo Revengers. It can be fluff, yandere, smut, angst, alphabet. I don't really mind but the Mikey brain rot is back and in full swing.

You think Dabi's pretty- scratch that you think he's beautiful, but unfortunately he doesn't agree. Despite his calm and collected nature, he's insecure about his scars. He doesn't understand how you, the most beautiful person in the world, could like him, a villian, someone who's covered in burns... it just doesn't make sense to him. You, however, don't care and hate when he talks negatively about himself and it has caused arguments that has led you to getting upset and Dabi pulling away, leaving for a couple hours to days. He always comes back though, he can't stay away, you know that and he's coming to terms with it. You really, are the only person that cares about him, besides the league, he doesn't have many people.

He looks so pretty making breakfast, in nothing but his boxers and grey sweats. "You look so pretty Dabi," you murmur sleepily, wrapping your hands around his waist from behind, laying your head on his right shoulder. He scoffs, flipping the eggs and tensing when he feels you run kisses along the staples across his back. Shaking his head, he mumbles, "your eyes must be blurry from sleep, doll." You whine into his back, huffing as you pull away. "Why do you always do this, Dabi? Can't you please just take a compliment, you really are pretty."

He finishes cooking breakfast and turns off the stove before turning around and leaning against the oven. "Babydoll, you do understand that I'm covered in burns, I'm not exactly a model... plus I'm not supposed to be pretty, I'm supposed to be scary, doll." Glaring at him you narrow your eyes, "Dabi, please stop saying that, you're very attractive... I think the burns make you look hotter to be honest.." He bursts out laughing, petting your hair as he moves to take the plates out and set them on the table. "Is that right, doll? You think I look hotter with the burn scars? You're a little freak, you know that?"

He always does this, he can never except that he's attractive because of the scars, so he'll make it into a joke or wave you off with a "sure, whatever you say, doll." It's really upsetting, because no matter how hard he tries, there's always a snarl pulling at his lips when he looks at himself in the mirror. Coming up behind him again, you wrap an arm around his stomach as the other wraps around his upper chest as you lay your cheek on the midst of his back, he relaxes a bit, caressing your hand as he hums. Leaning a bit into your embrace as he takes the arm wrapped around his chest and kisses your hand, rubbing circles on it.

You cuddle into his back, running your fingers over the staples and kissing the edges of his burns, "you know I'll always think you're beautiful Dabi... nothing you say or do will ever change that. I'm not always talking about your looks either, you're extremely intelligent, so observational and snarky... the prettiest parts of you aren't always physical... like the way your eyes go soft when I tell you I love you... or the way they shine just right in the sun. Or when you go soft when your sleepy, you always hold me close... keep me safe." Kissing his scars in between sentences, his hands tighten around your arms.

Pulling you so your face is buried in his chest, as he kisses your head, squeezing tight around your waist. Running his fingers through your hair he whispers sweet nothing in your ear, "even if you don't believe me... please know that you are pretty and I love you so much... more than you could know." Your eyes start to water and get blurry from the on coming tears as you feel something splash on your shoulder, you try to lift your head but he keeps your face buried in his chest. Digging his tongue in his cheek, he inhales deeply as he rubs his hand up and down your back, kissing your head every once and a while.

"C'mon doll... breakfast is done." He kisses your head one last time before letting go and walking to the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes, you go to sit down only to see crimson dripping down your shoulder as it stains your skin, leaving pretty red trails. Glancing back at him, you catch him rub at his eyes, the same crimson staining his fingers before he wipes it away... Dabi really is always so pretty, in all his moments.

This isn't a question or anything so don't feel pressured to answer but out of all the Mikeys, who do think would be most likely to kill you? I just got curious because you said Manila Mikey would kill you... also I really love your writing and I get so excited when you post litterly anything ❤️❤️❤️

Aww 🥺 thank you so much babes, I genuinely appreciate it, this stuff makes me so happy and I love that I can brighten up peoples day with just a couple paragraphs❤️❤️❤️ Most Likely- Kanto Mikey Manila Mikey Bonten Mikey Toman\OG timeline Mikey Happy ending\Racer Mikey Least Likely- I feel like this chart is the same whether it's Yandere Mikey or Non-Yandere Mikey on which one's most likely to kill you.

hi! i loved your yandere abcs for mikey! this is less of a request and more a question, but you mentioned that mikey would kill you when he’s done with you - is there any way to keep his attention/keep him interested (if that makes sense lol)?

Thank you so much and don't worry, it makes complete sense. To answer your question, I would say yes and no. That ask was based on Yandere Manila!Mikey so... he's a little crazier then usual. I picture yan Manila Mikeys obsession too start from loneliness and boredom, so, if you provide him with that entertainment and even show him affection, he'll keep you around and he might even fall in love with you. But in that same scenario if he gets bored of you and doesn't want you around anymore, there's nothing you can really do about it. Mikey himself said that when he makes up his mind, it won't change or in the very least, it would be vey hard to change his mind.

Idk why but shotgunning a blunt with Dabi feels so intimate to me. Like you be in Dabi's lap and it wasn't a quick but a slow exhale as you inhale the smoke. And you be looking so vulnerable and loving to each other. And then proceed to a nice long fucking.

(And I was the one who sent the kidnapped reader with a soft loving Dabi and when you wrote the part where the reader asked for the smokes it made me think of this) and you can add to this if you want

Of course I'm gonna add to this lol, love thinking about smoking with Dabi. High sex is one of Dabis favorite things, the fuzzy feeling he gets from the high and the further ecstasy he receives from the feeling of your cunt squeezing him, never fails to feel euphoric for him. You're always so perfect for him, always such a good girl, aren't you doll? Yeah you are, always saying please as you reach for the blunt and thank you when he instead, blows it in your mouth. He prefers you sitting on his lap so he can kiss and mark up your neck as you inhale the blunt and blow it in his mouth while your tongue dances with his. It allows his hands to run down your side as he grabs your ass and pulls you away by your hair so he can spit in your mouth. Only then to pull you back and lick into your mouth while he makes you grind down on him. "You like that doll, hm? Like when I wrap my hand around your fuckin' throat while I fuck into you, hm?" He growls out in your ear, licking a stripe up your neck. There's a repeated "uh huh, uh huh, uh huh" spilling from your lips as he fucks into you, meeting your thrusts from beneath you. He laughs aloud, the sound coming out manic as he rolls his hips up into you. "Yeah you do, love this fuckin' dick, say it baby, be good and tell me how much you love it." Your voice comes out in whiney pants as your head falls back, "love it s'much Dabi, thank you, thank you s'much." He laughs against your throat, kissing at your jugular. He picks up the blunt again and wraps his lips around it as he inhales, his other hand still wrapped around your throat and he uses that as leverage to pull you down and lazily blow the smoke in your mouth. Letting your eyes roll back and slip shut, you move back to start riding him again, the bouncing slow and lazy as he fingers the blunt, blowing the smoke in your face as he takes his hand off you throat and moves it down to your hip, making you grind harder against. His cock reaching so deep in this position as he puts the blunt down, holding the smoke in his lungs while he uses his, now, free hand to stroke the bulge in your stomach. Pushing down on it too make you tighten and gasp. Taking his hand off your stomach, he pulls you down against his chest, petting your hair as he uses the hand on your hip too hold you still and fuck into you harder, his stomach clenching as feels his orgasm about to hit. He kisses at your cheek, whispering in your ear, "can you cum for me baby.. hm? Can you do that for me? Need to feel you cum for me as you whine, always sound so pretty for me when you do angel.." It comes out as a plead instead of a command like he wanted, but it has you clawing at the healthy skin on his chest as you whine into his ear, vocalizing your appreciation as he he cums in you. Letting the rough rolls of his hips turn into lazy grinds while he kisses your hair, singing your praise while you ride out your orgasms together.

Me personally, I like him better with the scars.