Mikey is the type to have a crush and won’t do shit about it, but then you get a boyfriend and he’ll beat the fuck out of him and go "i dIdn’t dO shIt" like 'bitch, you still got the blood on yo hands'
But like think about the sex afterward like 😩 i don’t like you or anything, i just fuck you like you’re the only one i need. I swear i don’t like you… i just hold you abit too long after we’re done. Of course it was a mistake, it won’t happen again… until you got a new bitch, in that case, he better know how to catch these hands.
Please I'd be such a whore for him such a cocksucker such an open-
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But YES, I can totally see him denying it 'til his last breath.
Kanto manji were his darkest days, Manjiro had lost it all, family, friends, you were the only one who he let stay.
Well, not really let, but you were too stubborn to leave no matter how blood stained were his deeds. You promised, to yourself, to Shin, and to him to always stay, and you would.
And everyone he allowed to stay around him, mainly the Kanto members could see the invisible red strings tying you together, it seems you two were the only oblivious ones.
No he couldn't afford love, he could not afford happiness.
Those nights were full of lures, no matter how beautiful you looked in his bed, face lit by the moonlight seeping through the window. Yet another slip, another lingering touch of yours in his face got you wrapped in the bedsheets he only yearned to when you were around.
But the morning comes and the other side of the bed would be cold, and you'd leave with grace once again, no word, no question marks.
The ghost of his touches still stinging over your flesh, and you wearing them proudly as your battle scars. Because if he was the king in the darkness, you were his soldier.
Yet someday you'll figure out you deserved better, you'll understand you lost yourself trying to find him, and remove the dagger of him from your heart, start the healing process.
But he never thought that day would come that fast...
Watching from not that far, watching the fire in you burning again after the frozen kingdom he put you through, watching another man lighting you up.
He should be happy for you, he should acknowledge he's no good for you... Instead he felt like losing the last string tying him to life, the path to that dimly lit candle only burning when your hands are on him.
-" What the hell you doin' here ?" You frowned seeing the Haitani brothers coming toward you and your date in the park , Ran couldn't quite tell anything. He liked you a lot, he also knew it was wrong, that you deserved better, but it was his boss' order after all.
-" C'mon, just come with us, don't make it harder than it already is. " That was Rindou, gently grabbing your arm to make you stand up, you glanced up at your date of the night, he stood up, probably ready to stop the Haitani brothers but his face fell as soon as another shadow appeared in the park, some steps away from your bench.
-" Manjiro... ?"
You tried freeing yourself from the boys holding you, no use, their grip was firmer now. Standing in front of you two, Mikey could practically hear the million questions your eyes were sending him, behind the deafening cries of his demons, therefore his eyes never left your new boy toy.
His eyes only crossed yours for a second, stealing your breath before they met Ran's purple one's again. A nod, just a nod from him and they were already dragging you away.
Yes, he was the king of madness. But he would rather not stain your innocence. Because villains are not born, they're made of insecurities, of hopes that someday someone would love their monstrous side, and you seemed to do.
No question marks, again. When he would come back later to his bedroom where the boys have locked you, under his command, sure, hands all bloody, you knew better than to ask, wasn't even the first time.
-" It can't go on this way "
-" I know" he'd whisper, forehead against yours, bloody knuckles caressing your soft cheeks.
-" You should let me go " you'd utter between two feverish kisses.
-" I wish I fucking could. "
Then he'd be laying you down on his bed, feather-like touches, hesitant fingers, blood stained fingers.
-" That's it, cum for me" another kiss on your throbbing clit would bring you closer to your high.
And the dark night in his eyes was a starry one when he looked at your body under him, sinking deeper in you and throwing his head back.
Funny how, it was in the tightest corner of you that he finally felt accepted, enough.
-" Feel me here ?" Calloused hand reached to place yours over the bulge in your lower belly, you nodded, lightheaded with pleasure. " Only I can love you this deep "
-" Say it. Say this pretty pussy's mine. "
Soft kisses on your left breast.
-" Say there's only me in this fucking heart "
No, he would not say the suffocating words in his throat.
But he would hold you close the night. Do what people do when they can't sleep, stargazing, but at your sleeping face.
Murderous arms around you careful not to crush you as if you were made of glass.
His hands a weapon, and you were nothing but skin, and someone else could probably make you happier.
But then you open your sleepy eyes to look at him, and you're again, part of his flesh he could not rip away.
-" Sleep. " His dark glance commands. "Worry not. Ain't got nowhere better to go"
