Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell
leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
I’m pretty sure Mikey isn’t a real person, or at least not the real Manjiro.
This analysis is all pure speculation after the events that happened in 241, but speculation based around manga canon. I’ve done my best to interpret things as objectively as I can, and acknowledge when something can have a more charitable interpretation.
I’m fairly positive that Mikey not being Manjiro is one missing puzzle piece that connects everything together so we can see the full picture. I think what isn’t said in Tokyo Revengers is so much more interesting than what has been said so far.
I think that the other puzzle piece is Shinichiro. And that Shinichiro was a bad guy.
I think he’s the bad guy and everything we’ve been told about him is a massive misdirect.
I think the story is telling us the truth, while the characters are lying to us or are unreliable narrators.
And I think I have a pretty compelling argument proving this.
*SPOILERS FOR TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA THROUGH CHAPTER 243*
*Trigger warnings for mentions of: child abuse, violence, and basically everything bad Tokyo Revengers has already covered in canon up until now. Anything worse than what we’ve already seen in TR will have a giant warning beforehand with more detailed TW’s so you can turn back*
*Also spoilers for the entirety of Mr. Robot (an American TV show). Yes, it is connected*
**DISCLAIMER: I am in no way attempting to assign any diagnosis to any character, nor insinuate that any specific disorder may manifest itself in a particular way in real world situations involving real people. Any perceived similarities to real life are completely incidental and unintentional**
**For consistency, only official translations were used from digital volumes 1, 2, and 14-24; and for volumes 3-13, I’m like 99% sure readtokyorevengers dot net has just screen-shotted all of the official translations and re-uploaded the images for every official English release, lol. There are no official translations I can find for volumes 25 and 26 chapters since they don’t seem to get official English chapter releases outside of finished volumes, so my opinions could change once those are out, if the story isn’t finished before then. If I goofed on any details, please let me know**
On Chapter 241 and What it Means
Mikey badly hurts Haruchiyo in 241. I’m going to ask ‘why’, not to excuse his violent behaviour, but because people just don’t do shit like that, and the ‘why’ is important. Also, it’s fiction, so let’s try to analyse what’s going on in this ongoing (very much not finished) story with that in mind.
Mikey mutilating Haruchiyo over a model plane breaking makes no sense, if only for the fact that Shinichiro was still alive and kicking at the time. He’s literally in the scene, lurking around the background of the page, contributing nothing to the events going on. If Mikey was retaliating against Haruchiyo, it would be wrong regardless, but why like that? Most kids with anger issues would resort to punching, or kicking, or throwing.
I don’t think Haru was a very physically strong kid; in the present day he uses weapons and we’ve never seen him fight once (before the 3 Dieties, where he uses a weapon). We don’t actually see him at all until volume 14 or 15, and he’s never shown fighting a single time. Even when he’s in Tenjiku, he just stands there in the background (anime fights featuring him were added and not in the manga, trust me I kept trying to find him in the background). He also doesn’t seem to have attended the dojo with Mikey and Baji, or learned any martial arts. Mikey is a martial arts prodigy, he could have taken Haruchiyo down in an instant. He could have just kicked him a bunch of times if he wanted to hurt him, or bullied him some other way. Again, of course this is wrong, but little kids express themselves in wrong ways all the time when they don’t have anyone teaching them better. It doesn’t make him evil. He was like nine, he’s sick.
The kids were all nine or ten years old, maximum, and Mikey was already like that. They were so young. Without knowing the context, because we don’t, that’s some serious serial killer energy. Kids don’t lash out with that level of violence and literal bloodshed, just because they’re angry. That’s the kind of behaviour that comes from very bad trauma.
As Senju is telling her story, it’s pretty obvious that she’s confusing correlation and causation. She breaks the plane, lies about it to Mikey, and then sees Mikey standing over Haruchiyo’s bloody form with blood all over his hands. So she thinks cause and effect, but admittedly, she just kind of walked in on the scene and didn’t hear or see much of what happened. This would be a traumatizing thing for anyone to see, at any age, but especially when they’re all so young. In her mind she thinks she caused it, because she was maybe eight. We all know it had nothing to do with a broken plane. Maybe the plane led to a confrontation between Mikey and Haruchiyo, but based on everything we’ve seen up until this point in the story, it would be out of character for Mikey to hurt his friend because of a toy.
Mikey may be possessive, but he doesn’t seem to care about material objects all that much, at least not above his friends. And he’s never shown to be a bully. When Baji is getting beaten up protecting Mikey’s moped, Mikey trashes it himself, because it’s dumb that Baji got hurt over such a stupid thing like an object. Baji was precious to him, not the bike. When the plane breaks, Shinichiro was still alive to build him another plane. If he was mad about it (though we don’t see him actually express any anger), it wouldn’t be because of the object, but the sentimental value it held. Which is none as far as we know. Again, Shinichiro is still alive at this point and will be for years to come.
Mikey could have easily overpowered and beaten the shit out of Haruchiyo, these kids would probably be accustomed to physical altercations, and familiar with the casual violence of punching someone. Kids play rough. These kids have older brothers in a gang. But instead of roughhousing, Mikey permanently scars his face. And not his nose, or his eyes, or his ears. Mikey seems like he’d be that kid that bit people, he could have pulled a Mike Tyson even. But he rips open Haruchiyo’s mouth. Why his mouth?
I think something Haru said set Mikey off or …maybe Mikey was trying to help him in a messed up way? (I know, I know, just stick with me. I’m not absolving Mikey of being an absolute terror. I have a reason for thinking this, just keep reading, I’ll get there I promise.)
I have a very bad feeling and the more I go back and think about it, the worse that feeling gets. Re-reading the manga did not alleviate that feeling, it just reinforced it. I could be wrong, but. Well.
This is incredibly long but I promise there’s a point. This is mostly about Mikey as a character and what I think is going on with him (and therefore the entire story). But also Shinichiro and Izana, and what that all has to do with Sanzu.
I’ll get to Shinichiro and why he’s a bad person.
I’m prepared to be way off the mark here and reading way too far into things, but this has been bugging me since the leaks for chapter 240 came out.
Against my better judgement I re-read the entire manga (and the volumes I own several times) to make sure I’m not misremembering anything, but if I’m flat out factually incorrect about anything, please let me know (I wrote this twice (well, three times) and it’s long, so I may have missed an error I made in an earlier draft).
But I digress, if you’ve seen Mr. Robot through to the end, I imagine you know exactly where I’m going with this and that it’s in a very BAD direction.
Let’s start with why Mikey is NOT Manjiro.
“MIKEY” AND NAMES
I don’t think Mikey is a ‘real person’.
I don’t know enough about mental disorders that cause one to disassociate as hard as Mikey does to try and put a name to it, nor do I want to armchair diagnose someone (and the same disorder can vary wildly from person to person, so). But it really seems like Wakui has been laying the groundwork and leaving clues the entire manga so far, that the Mikey we’ve seen for the majority of the story is not the original Sano Manjiro.
And I don’t mean that Mikey is a second time traveler.
I strongly suspect that those 'dark impulses’ or 'other Mikey’ is an alter, or another personality (for lack of better terms) completely separate from 'our Mikey’. Maybe we’re almost always seeing Mikey and we’ve either never met Sano Manjiro, or we see him very briefly, when it’s just him and Takemitchy.
Tokyo Revengers is a story about becoming a whole person again when you’ve lost yourself. It’s Takemitchy’s entire journey. It’s also Mikey’s journey. They’re both just parts of the whole person they should make up and not ‘real people’ themselves. If they were both ‘real people’, they should have all their memories and neither of them do.
In fictional stories, names are very important. Not just the meaning of the name and how it relates to the character or overall story, but if a character has a name at all, or if they have multiple names.
Takemichi has two names. He’s given the nickname Takemitchy (by Mikey, isn’t that interesting), because he’s a different person. Mikey may not know that until the Tenjiku conflict, but we know it as the audience. He’s an alternate version of himself when he’s in the past, and annihilates his alternate self to take over that body when he goes back to the future. There’s a version of him, Takemichi, that we never get to see. We only follow Takemitchy’s story. We never really see what kind of person younger Takemichi is, because we’ve never met him. We aren’t afforded the opportunity to see what happens in the past when Takemitchy isn’t there and Takemichi gets his body back. We can only piece together what happens from information other characters give us. Takemitchy doesn’t get any of Takemichi’s memories in the future, because he’s not him.
Mikey has two names. Manjiro and Mikey, but he only goes by Mikey. A name he gives to himself to no longer be Manjiro. NOBODY calls him Manjiro aside from Shinichiro, Izana, and Takemitchy that one time (no, a character saying his full name does not count). I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Takemitchy calling his real name is the thing that gets through to him at the last possible moment as he finally asks for help.
Mikey isn’t the original Manjiro, and Takemitchy isn’t the original Takemichi.
But then there’s also “Mikey”. In the Bonten timeline, Sanzu says “Mikey” is gonna speak, in quotation marks. It’s possible that this is just a strange stylistic choice made by Wakui or a rogue translator, but. He already called him Mikey when they were children, why the distinction in quotations here? Is there a difference? Can Sanzu tell the difference because they know each other so well and have for so long?
Mikey also goes between calling him Sanzu and Haruchiyo, which could be nothing, but IS interesting, since he calls everyone else by one chosen name and only that one name. He doesn’t go between ‘Kenchin’ and ‘Draken’, or ‘Mitsuya’ and ‘Takashi’, or ‘Takemichi’ and ‘Takemitchy’. Sanzu is the only person who’s different.
Pairing: Kanto Manji Gang x Afab!Reader (All mentioned members are 18 and above) WC: 3.7k
Your sight was blinded from the blindfold, and it was extremely quiet. You didn't know where you were. All you could hear was the soft beeping noise of a camera.
You could feel however was the cold floor bruising your knees. It was cold, and you were with a man you knew you shouldn't have trusted. You became aware of movement and voices from behind you. "Everything's set up, Boss."
"Good," Manjiro's voice filled the room and you squirmed when you feel his hands remove your blindfolds. “Has Kakucho returned yet?” You were too afraid to look behind yourself to see who were present in the dimly lit room. There were several murmurs of assent in the area, and you were sure he isn't the only one inside. “No, he hasn’t.” A man you could hardly see, replied with strong conviction in his voice. Manjiro only hummed at the reply before turning his attention back to you.
"Tell me your name, go on"
You hesitated, but you still spoke, "Hanagaki Y/N"
"Now the audience know your name."
"What are you going to do to me?” your body is on fire, adrenaline pumping hard as you realized the depth of the situation you’re currently in, “Who the fuck are you? You kidnapped me! You asshole!" you bellowed at him with all the vindication in your body.
'SMACK'
"Shut up." A hand from a certain pink-haired guy collided with your face, striking you while you were defenseless, "Don't raise your voice at Mikey."
The blonde leader sat there quietly for a while longer before moving closer to you. You flinched and leaned away from him suspiciously as he reached out to touch you, leading him to pause for a second before reaching out to cup your cheek. You couldn't help but relax into Manjiro's touch before wincing as something cold and hard dug into your smooth cheek skin, leaving a soft stream of sticky blood trailing down your flesh. In disbelief, you tried to get away from him, but his other hand came up to keep your head in place as he slanted his lips over yours possessively. You gasped in surprise, and Manjiro took advantage of your open mouth to deepen the kiss, tongue swiping into your mouth, swallowing your frightened whimper when you tasted something sweet and thick passing from his mouth into yours, forcing you to swallow whatever it was.
You tried to break the kiss, but it just seemed to make him draw you closer to him, tasting you deeply before releasing you to breathe. You panted lightly while staring at him, hot flashes coursing through your body, moisture beading on your brow. "Wh-what... What did you do?" You asked woozily as he stood back up.
You barely caught sight of the camera equipment, little red lights blinking ominously and if you were in the present state of mind, you would have freaked out. Whatever Manjiro had given you had made everything blurry and warm with desire, and you whined as his hands traveled over your body as he spoke to you, "You know, you're quite unaware of your surroundings," he hummed and you tried to concentrate on what he was saying, "I would have thought that Hanagaki Takemichi's older sister would have paid more attention to the people around her, your unaware and trusting nature made it easier to keep an eye on you."
You didn't know what to say, but a horrible, guilty sensation grew in the pit of your stomach, swallowed by the growing lust within you. You shook as you felt him take your shirt and bra off of you, your eyes locked to the camera's reflection of yourself. Manjiro stepped closer to you, almost reverently dragging his hands over your body. "We'll have so much fun tonight, Hanagaki" he purred, cupping your breasts and tugging at your nipples, chuckling darkly before commanding his gang members.
“Ruin her."
You arched with a gasp when you feel someone's hips ground against your own, a loud whine escaping your throat at the feeling of a man with droopy lilac eyes, you can see his hair is fashioned in a striped pattern dyed in the colors of purple and blond. His cock rubbing against your quickly slickening folds. You could feel he was big, a shudder trailing up your body when he bent over you to suck and bite at your shoulders, murmuring heated words into your ear as he did so. You felt almost ashamed of how wet you were growing, the damp spot on your pants growing wetter and wetter. A soft sound left your throat before you could stop it, biting your lower lip, Wakasa's warm body pressed up against your back. Cheeks flushed with lust, your thighs spreading wider when you felt him undoing your pants and tugging them off, your underwear sliding down. You moaned loudly when he slips two fingers into your cunt. He thrusts them in and out slowly, counting to thirty in his head before he curls them into a hook and presses them directly against your g-spot. You moaned gutturally, bucking your hips into the rough thrusts of Wakasa’s fingers, a gasp tearing from your throat while you attempt to curl up into a tiny ball to protect yourself. "Fucking, fuck, please!"
You squeaked in surprise when you were suddenly lifted, your body automatically squirming in discomfort as you reached back to latch onto a tall, lanky delinquent with black hair and a yellow streak in the middle. With the help of a buff man with dark hair styled into a rattail mohawk, Hanma held you up while another man with slit-like eyes knelt before you, your head soon tossing back with a throaty moan when Kokonoi's rough tongue dragged over your cunt. His voice rumbled softly as he licked and suckled lightly at your clit and labia, his face nuzzling happily into your wet heat. You arched into the ministrations, panting and moaning hotly for more, your upper body held up and steady by the strong arms of the Hanma, until Mochi murmured something to him. You found your limbs suddenly held up and out by the towering guy with angular eyebrows, your warm back pressing firmly against Hanma’s chest now. Kokonoi now used his hands to spread your thighs wider, growling in irritation when Mochi joined him between your thighs. With no hesitation, you now had two hot, long tongues toying with your entrance, your juices flowing from you like a river as you could do nothing but lean back and let Hanma hold you.
Your voice broke on a desperate cry of nonsense babbles, hips bucking when Kokonoi ducked his head back down between your thighs, tongue grinding over your clit as he and Mochi competed to see who could get you to make the loudest noises. You were so lost in the pleasure that you briefly forgot about Hanma holding you up. Feeling soft hands cup and squeeze your breasts roughly, you shuddered and whined sharply, your inner muscles clenching around the two tongues that were plunged into your warm heat, "Fuck!"
You were now facing Hanma straddling his warm lap, a soft mewl of want coming from you when you felt the leaking head of his cock drag between your sensitive labia, "Look at you, so pretty and flushed," Hanma purred thickly, luminous purple eyes locked on your face, his hips slowly grinding up against you, dragging his cock through the hot, wet mess of your pussy. You moaned at him, arching your back, and lazily rocking your hips in time with his grinding thrusts, turning your head to the pink-haired mad that hit you earlier when you felt him behind. He slotted himself to your back, his matching dick grinding between the cheeks of your ass, before finally forcing himself inside you. The pain you felt was unbearable. Both Hanma and Sanzu thrusting into your dripping cunt and unprepped ass hole, the vibrations of your cries sending shudders of lust up the men in the room. They paused as they gave you a moment to get used to the stretch of two cocks in each of your two holes, your hips jerking slightly as you tried to get used to the new, extremely filling feeling.
You tried to drift off, to let your mind grow numb to what was happening to your body, to the terrible pleasure and pain that rocked through your core and left you dripping down the two men’s cocks and balls, your juices creating a messy puddle beneath the three of you. You hated it, hated the pleasure they were forcing on your body, how they caused your body to tighten hungrily around their intruding cocks. You whine and shake your head, begging, pleading with them to hurry up, to get this over with, your teeth gritted to hold back the tears that glittered in your eyes, amusing both men with how weak and helpless you were.
Your cries were cut off when a new guy with a tattooed, shaved head pushed his cock to the back of your mouth, meeting resistance for a moment, before he bucked his hips slightly and you choked when he sunk the girthy length into your throat. A reedy, choked noise left you, Shion rumbling hotly at the sight of the way your throat bulged around his cock in your throat, "Fuck, oh gods, I can see a bump, damn, ah, so good, you're such a good little girl~"
You whined, drool flowing from your mouth like a river as you lost yourself to the sensations rushing through your body. Gods, but you felt so good, so full, so needy. Your head is tipped back further by Shion as he fucks your mouth with long, smooth strokes, the action giving your throat some relief and lessening your instinctive gag reflex, allowing your tongue to lave over the sensitive flesh. The thrusts of Hanma and Sanzu's cocks in your two holes send waves of pleasure and pain rocking through your body, your hips moving and bucking in tandem with them, arousal pooling hot and heavy in the pit of your gut. You feel messy and wet and you need to cum so, so badly.
When Hanma trails one of his hands down between your thighs to rub his thumb harshly over your clit, you almost scream as you cum, vision going white from the intensity of your orgasm. You tremble, not really aware of the world around you as you slowly come down from your high, a choked moan leaving your used throat when Shion desperately humps your face before stilling, his thick cum gushing down your throat. You swallow heavily several times, some of his seed trickling out of the corner of your mouth.
You winced when you felt hot, sticky seed - far too much of it - fill your poor inner walls, stuffing your two holes to the brim until some of it dripped between the seal their dicks made inside you. You bit your tongue to hold back a whimper as they remained still, your body slumping with exhaustion. You thanked whatever god was out there that it was over, hoping that both men would leave you be, only to feel dread when Hanma hummed, Sanzu chuckling lowly.
The next few minutes were a blur to you, but you came back to yourself at the painful, yet slick stretching of your pussy now. You can see it was the braided guy. He grunts, pulling his hips back from yours, dragging his cock out of your clutching walls half way before slamming back into you, your little scream of pleasure and the arch of your back pleasing to his bright blue gaze, "So tight," He growled, leaning down to kiss you, deep and hot, your mouth open and slack as he presses his long, thick tongue into your mouth. You mewl softly, eyes rolling back as you’re forced to simply lay back and take it, Ran's cock jackhammering into your already bruised cunt in a hard, brutal pace. The braided man pulls back from the kiss, his teeth grazing your lower lip, cutting the flimsy skin as he laps the welling blood with eager satisfaction, "So good for us, you feel so hot and wet and tight around my cock, fuck, gonna fill you up, make you ours," Ran growls, his thrusts decreasing in pace but becoming more forceful, the head of his cock grinding against the opening to your aching womb.
You froze when you heard the deep, rumbling growl that came, this time, from a man with eyeglasses, his hips grinding more insistently against your ass. Ran grinned widely, one of his hands stroking between your thighs, gripping Rindou's heavy, leaking cock and pressing them to your twitching cunt, your eyes widening with fear, "Rindou, you still need to fill this pretty girl up. Gotta pump her full of your brood too."
"W-wait, I can't - that's too much, I can't take anymoRE-!" You voice cracked on your scream, Rindou slamming his hard cock inside your sore cunt harshly, a snarl vibrating against your shoulder as the he buried his face into the crook of your neck. It felt good inside you, the tight wet heat around his dick, plus the throbbing girth of his brother against his cock inside you is just too perfect. You wailed as he immediately started pumping in and out of your sensitive cunt, unwilling or unable to give you time to adjust to the thick stretch of dicks inside you, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, s-slow down, please, I c-c-can't - oh god, oh god, please, please!" You cried out, hips bucking clumsily back into the hard, fast pace. One brother started thrusting inside while the other pulled out, the loud, slick noises of the you three's coupling filling the room as you all breathily whined, moaned and groaned. Ran didn't fare much better - the constant rubbing of Rindou’s dick against the underside of his, alongside the tight, familiar clutches of your cunt were drawing him closer and closer towards the edge of his bliss.
Rindou groaned, his hips pistoning against yours, the drag of his cock against your slick inner walls and Ran's dick setting him off to fuck harder and faster inside you, desperate to fill you with his cum. Rindou grunted thickly, slamming his hips into your ass one last time before he went still as his hot, sticky cum flooded your insides, triggering a second orgasm within you. Your tightened insides pulled Ran into his orgasm alongside you and Rindou, the braided man unable to even thrust anymore with how tight you'd become, your cunt practically choking his cock. Your pussy tightened like a vice, plugging the men's cum deep inside you. You gasped desperately for air, your mind quickly fading into darkness, the overwhelming sensations knocking you out cold before the two inside you could even soften and pull out.
You were spent up. Your body convulsed and twitched slightly, voice slurred as you cursed them all before you went limp.
"Don't die on me now I haven't even started." A sickeningly familiar voice from earlier started.
Manjiro unzipped his pants with a smile, he was covered in dark clothing, the camera was still focused on you. You tried to push away but he grabbed you by your hair forced your mouth open to take his long cock.
"There we go.. don't resist me again."
You muffled and struggled as much as you could, not letting yourself be used according to their desires again, you've had enough, but his grip wouldn't loosen. Soon he was done being patient. He slammed into the back of your throat, your saliva was already running down your chin to your flat chest and perky nipples.
He let out groans, using your hair as a source of help, he roughly rocked your head back and forth, you were starting to choke slightly as your wet spit started filling your mouth.
"How does it feel Takemitchy, watching me and my gang fuck your sister."
Manjiro speaks again but it is not directed to you. He let out a sadistic laugh, he saw your wet face from the tears and smiled. He forced you to look at the camera causing you to let out a yelp of pain from how rough he was being. While you faced the camera he slapped his wet drooling cock on your face, the side of your cheek was pressed against his covered lower abdomen. His cock twitched for you once again making him react quickly and turn you back around just to stuff that mouth full. Your mouth was overflowing with fluids, as his balls hit your chin. Thick strings of your saliva mixed left wet trails, all the while making hot sloppy noises each time he plowed his hip back and forth.
Manjiro knocked you onto your back as he settled on his knees. Legs were splayed up in the air, spread open wide for the grinning man between your legs, tugging his sweatpants down. Manjiro hauled your ass onto his thighs as he crushed his body closer, bottoming out. Forceful digits were jabbed into the meat of your thighs, pushing your legs back further, and firmly locking under your knees to bare your body to his. In this position, you could feel his tip crammed against the sweet spot in your cunt. Shifting his weight, he retracted his hips only a couple of inches before slamming them back into you.
The next plunge of his cock deep inside your cunt pulled a wanton gasp from your throat. He picked up a grueling rhythm, falling forward to rest his weight on your thighs as he spread your legs open. Every single slam of his hard hipbones against your ass made an obscene skin-slapping-skin smack, the wet sound seeming to echo in his living room.
Manjiro grunted through a heavy breath and redoubled his efforts, his hips starting to hurt as they pounded against your body. Each of his thrusts sent dizzying stars spiraling in your vision, and when he changed his angle of attack, those stars blossomed into painful fireworks as his tip started kissing your cervix. Tears started welling up in the corners of your eyes as your brain tickled with sparks of overstimulation. You were entirely too sensitive after your previous sessions with his gang members, and your next was rapidly approaching —
But then Manjiro stilled. You were so, so close. You would have been more disappointed if he had pulled out, but thankfully he kept himself seated between your walls as he reached over asking Sanzu to bring the camera equipment nearer to the two of you.
Manjiro grinned through as he unfastened the camera from the tripod. Once he secured it in his hand, he trained the lens directly on where you joined together, giving you lazy, delayed thrusts as he recorded every second of it. The monitor picked up everything in high definition: the perfect parting of your swollen labia as they framed his cock, the vein that ran along the middle of his shaft, and even the slick reflecting off your skin under the blinding ring light. His free hand even reached down to part your lips and reveal your engorged clit.
A hard thrust forward once again stopped that train of thought in its tracks. Manjiro kept up the pace this time, one hand clenched around your thigh with the other trying to steady the camera recording the extent of your depravity, frame by frame.
You cried out his name as the first wave took you by force, your whole body trembling under his grip. He quickly lost momentum, falling victim to stuttering hips and shaky breathing and a final, balls-deep shove inside your cunt.
“Oh, f-fuck!" he groaned. Your pussy milked his cock of every drop of cum he was fucking worth. You sucked in a soft, involuntary gasp as you felt him begin to withdraw from your messy cunt, your nerves still on fire. Looking up at Manjiro, you found him still entranced by that mess between your legs despite the hot flush on his face. His free hand rushed down to spread your folds between two fingers while he focused the camera on your pussy again.
"Beautiful," he murmured to himself, as he stared down at your abused little cunt. The camera recording fat globs of white cum dribbled down your crotch—
"Please stop this madness! Please!!" you cried, trying to force your legs together, but God, they ached. Your body became lazy and weak. He picked you up and put you over his shoulder.
***
Later that night the video was sent to the Second Generation Toman members.
Takemichi stared at his screen wide eyed as he watched till the very end, horrified and very angry on what befell upon his older sister. You do not deserve this, you aren't even a member of Tokyo Manji Gang, you don't have a very slight idea of what was going on between the feud of two gangs. You were only working as a waitress in a cafe until a certain guy flirted with you and eventually took you somewhere alone, never imagining things would escalate this far. Involving you between their war never crossed Takemichi’s mind, believing that Mikey will never resort to dirty play. However, it was not the case anymore.
It was only safe to assume how fallen Mikey have become after witnessing the events that transpired that night, that he even thought of Mikey being a lost cause now, and that bringing him to salvation is nearly impossible.
It appears their declaration of war against Kantou Manji Gang wasn't the best idea for them and their families.
AN. 18+, minors dni. i hate this so much i might delete later lol
Mikey’s got his deft fingers down your windpipe, digits densely pressing down onto your tongue until you gag obscenely with fat tears building on your waterline. He scoffs in irritation, rolling his eyes with a click of his tongue before his other hand snakes around your delicate throat, digging his short, freshly clipped nails into your raw skin until he leaves small, little crescents onto your flesh.
“You like pissin’ me off?” There’s no humor to his tone, not a shred of warmth, words stretched like thick caramel so even you can understand. Mikey’s never been a patient man. It takes little—if hardly anything—to stretch his restraint and self–control until the worn thread snaps.
𖧷Cw: Smut,gangbang,dub-con(?),pwp,spit,oral fixation,double blowjob,manipulation if squinting,double penetration,degradation,no gag reflex,oversimulation,"Daddy" is used,dacryphilia,heavy breeding. 17+ only
𖧷Author's note: there's no plot because I just wanted to be fucked by all of them :p tagging @iz-ana
Taglist: @b4byn30
"I'm suprised with how she took our dicks easily...inside that filthy mouth~"
Rindou and Shion stupidly laughed,both of them had thier hands on top of your head,pushing thier length even more further, down your throat.
They were glad to have found someone like you,mostly with zero gag reflex so they can fuck that mouth of yours endlessly.
"Her cunt is clenching around my dick again...hey."
A hand slapped your already sensible ass from the others slaps you've received. Loud muffled sobbing were ignored by everyone in the room,except for one.
"Do you want daddy Ran to cum inside? Replace the other's cum with mine filling that filled stomach again?"
You continued to sob,there wasn't any choice except to accept. Jaw getting tired from the two dicks inside your mouth,if Ran released inside,everything will be done.
That's what you thought.
"Look at those tears...poor baby,i'll take this as a yes~"
After wiping your tears Ran bring back his hands on your hips,releasing inside yet he keep continuing to thrust,making sure that his cum won't spill out before pulling out.
The two man also pulled thier dicks out of you after cumming in,brushing them against your swollen lips but they didn't removed thier hands away from your head.
"Hey hey...open that pretty mouth~"
Shion grabbed you by your jaw,forcing you to open it. And when it was open,him and Rindou both spat in.
"Swallow it,just like a great...great slut."
They moved away from the couch,leaving place for the next ones: Wakasa,Benkei and Hanma
Skinny fingers caressing the roof of your mouth as,Wakasa and Benkei's grin made your legs even more weak.
"We won't be that mean. Don't worry."
You had to bounce on thier two dicks in your filled cunt,drops of cum coming out while Hanma had his length buried between the lips,hitting the back of your mouth again and again.
He enjoyed to see those tears flowing down with his own eyes.
"Her stomach looks so full...we should fill this even more m'right?
Benkei cooed his words,leaving multiple kisses on the shoulder. Unexpectedly releasing at the same time as Wakasa.
Big hidden smirk behind Hanma's mask,who also cummed,staring at your tired face with interest.
"We should do this more often~"
Hours passed and you were laying on the floor,own fingers in your mouth,stomach filled plus a puddle of cum right under you.
Everything around you was so blurry due to many rounds and not even catching a break,you didn't even realized that Mikey was just in front of you.
"P...ple-...please...too t-tired...!"
Sanzu,Kokonoi and Kakucho were next to him,thier bulge being extremely visible.
"Mi-...mikey..."
"That's so pathetic from you. Sluts like you don't deserve to call me by my name."
You crawled towards him,hands gripping on his cargo white pants,wiping small drops of tears away from your cheeks.
"Off from me."
"I-I was a good s-slut! I t-took ever-everyone!"
"Yes but not us. That's sad."
"I'll-...i'll d-do it! Pl-please..."
Mikey brought his hand up to your cheeks,glancing at the three man next to him.
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