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the-psyco-simp · 1 year

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Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Sano Manjiro x Fem!Reader

“…like a starship speeding into the night, you and I get lost in the infinite lights…”

Warnings: Fem!Reader, MINORS DNI, kinda edited but there are probably still mistakes, smut, slight age gap (reader is 20, mikey is 27), mentions of needles, oral (Fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, praise, name calling (angel, princess), teasing, aftercare, probably more

Word Count: 4.4k I went just a bit overboard, oops 😂

Authors Note: This is one of my entries for @sweet-seishu Body Mod Collab!! This is so much longer than I meant for it to be, and it took me way too long to write, but it’s finally here. (Please take the Mitsuya cameo as an apology, my love.)

The little bell above the door chimed as you and your best friend walked into the tattoo parlor. The cool air of the shop helped calm your nerves as you walked up to the counter where your best friend's boyfriend is sitting, looking through a sketchbook.

Mitsuya looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave you both a smile as he saw you. His eyes quickly moved to your friend who didn’t even pause as she went behind the counter and put her arms around his shoulders from behind.

“What are you two doing here so late?” He asked as he placed a kiss onto her hands.

You give your friend a look as she just smiled at you, only tightening her arms around his shoulders. Diverting your attention to Mitsyua you answer his question with a smile, “I’ve decided to go ahead with my idea of getting a tattoo for my birthday this year.”

“That’s great! Do you know who you want it done by?” Mitsuya opened the appointment book next to him and looked through the openings for the next few days.

“I was going to let you decide that, based on the design and who you think would do the best.” You open your phone to pull up the design and hand it to him. He contemplated the design for a few minutes before handing the phone back to you.

“Personally I think Mikey’s style would be the best for this, and he’s available for a few hours tomorrow, if that works for you. Do you know where and how big you want it?” Mitsuya picked up a pen to put your name down, still listening to what you wanted.

“I’m thinking of having it pretty big on my right thigh.” You nervously chuckle, thinking about Mikey, and having his hands on you as he works, making you blush.

“Yeah, that should be doable. It might take more than one session, though, with the level of detail you probably want. Mikey’s pretty meticulous about-”.

“Meticulous about what?” Mikey himself asked as he walked out of the hall from the back rooms. His dark eyes looking between the three of you. He was as beautiful as always, his dark hair framing his face perfectly. The lines of the tattoo on his neck peeking out from under his shirt. All you can think about is licking the lines of the tattoo…you give your head a slight shake, trying to focus back on the conversation.

“Hey Mikey, you heading out?” Mitsuya asked, turning around in your friend's arms. He put his own arms around her waist and gave her a proper hug which made your friend hum.

“Yeah, got an appointment I have to get to. You didn’t answer my question, though.” He pointedly said while keeping his eyes on you. You and Mikey knew each other in passing, you’d hang out as a group, but never alone. You couldn’t deny you had a small crush on him, which your friend loved to tease you about. Especially when she caught you looking at him.

“Oh, she’s decided to get a tattoo for her birthday.” Mitsyua said, pointing his thumb in your direction. “She asked who would do the best with it and I recommended you.”

Mikey raised a brow as he walked closer to you, making you almost want to back up from the intense look in his eyes. “What design are you wanting exactly?” He asked, stopping a bit too close to you.

You took out your phone to show him the design, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without stuttering and embarrassing yourself. You hand him your phone and silently hope he doesn’t notice your slightly shaking hands.

If he does, he doesn’t say anything, just takes your phone and looks down at the photo. “Yeah , I can do this. Did you know where you want it?” Mikey looked back up at you, still holding your phone.

“Um, on my thigh, the right one, if possible.” You answer quietly, not being able to keep eye contact with him for long.

Mikey seemed amused at your nerves. “Do you know how big you want it to be?”

You steel your nerves, reminding yourself that it’s just a crush and you wouldn’t let it get in the way of what you want. “I want it to be kinda big, taking up most of the front of my thigh.” You use your hands to show him about where and how big you wanted it.

When you looked at him again his eyes looked contemplative, keeping his eyes on your legs. “That should be doable.” Mikey says as he walks over to the desk, rolling his eyes at Mitsuya and your friend being lovey. “Get a room you two, We’re in public.” He comments as he looks over his appointments.

“Oh don’t worry, we will.” Your friend gave Mikey, and you, a sly smile, while Mitsuya just blushed. She went back to placing light kisses on his face and ignoring you two.

Mikey rolled his eyes again and looked back at you. “The appointment tomorrow is only for three hours, and it will probably take longer than that to get this done.” Mikey held up your phone and continued. “Would you mind if I send myself this photo so I can work up a sketch to go on?”

“Yeah of course.” You say, your eyes roaming over his face. Out of the corner of your eye you see your friend smirk at you, but you can’t figure out why. Once Mikey is done, he hands you back your phone, your figures brushing, sending goosebumps up your arm at the contact.

“I’ve gotta go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow for your appointment.” He gives you a smile and waves at Mitsuya and your friend as he leaves.

Your friend gives Mitsuya one last kiss on his lips with a promise to see him later and takes your hand as you two walk out, you send Mitsuya a wave as you get dragged out of the shop.

“So, after a year of pinning you finally got his number huh?” Your friend teases you as you get in the car. You freeze for a second in your seat before pulling out your phone to check your messages. There, sitting at the top, was a new message and contact, the name simply reading ‘Mikey’. You smiled to yourself and locked your phone, not wanting your friend to catch you staring at it.

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The next day, you showed up five minutes early to your appointment. As you walked in you saw Mitsuya and Mikey talking at the desk. You walked over to them, catching part of their conversation.

“Finally getting your chance, huh?” Mitsuya teased him.

“Shut up, it’s not that big of a deal.” Mikey grumbled, staring at his phone.

“Just saying man, try not to waste it. Everyone but you can see the way you two-” Mitsuya cut off what he was going to say as you walked up. “Oh hey! Ready to finally do this?” Mikey looked up at you as you approached, quickly locking and putting away his phone.

“Let’s go to my station, so you can see the design and we can get started.” Mikey grabbed your hand and tried to move you away from his friend quickly.

“You know, wearing jeans when you’re getting a thigh tattoo wasn’t the smartest choice right?” Mitsuya’s voice caught your ears but you didn’t think about his words as you focused on Mikey’s warm hand holding yours.

Mikey pulled you over to his designated area, letting go of your hand to pick up what looked like a sketch book. He motioned you to sit in the chair and pulled up his stool to sit closer to you. He flipped open his book to a marked page and turned it towards you. “You can take a minute to look it over and let me know if you want anything changed.”

You took the book from him and looked down at the drawing. It was beautiful. Your eyes danced over the sketch he had drawn for you, taking in the intricate details and flowing lines. You looked up at Mikey with a smile, “It’s perfect. I love it.” His intense eyes studied your face, a smile curled at his lips as took in your expression.

“Perfect. I prefer to do tattoos free hand. Will that bother you?” Mikey asked as he started to get his equipment ready.

“If that’s what you want, it’s good with me. You’re the expert here.” You watch as he rolls up his sleeves, not being able to look away from his hands flexing.

Mikey looked over at you and seemed to hesitate before speaking again. “Since you’re getting this done on your thigh, I’m going to need access to your leg…” He trailed off, his eyes fixed on your legs.

The words Mitsuya called out to you finally clicked. You would have to pull your jeans down to let him work. Your mouth went dry and your face heated up. “Oh, right, of course.”

“I can get something to block off the space if it will make you feel more comfortable.” He offered, running his hand through his dark hair.

“I would really appreciate that, if it’s not too much trouble.” You can’t look up at him, so you just keep your eyes on your hands.

Mikey walks away and comes back a few minutes later with a partition, maneuvering it to block off the space from wandering eyes. You stood up to pull your jeans down, while Mikey continued to get his things ready to begin, pointedly keeping his back to you giving you a bit of privacy.

When he turned back around, you were sitting on the chair, your pants pulled down to just below your knees. You pulled your tank top down to try to save some modesty, but it didn’t seem to do much. Mikey turned back around, his gaze drifted down to your legs, but you couldn’t decipher the look in them.

Mikey cleared his throat before looking back up into your eyes. “Ready to get started?” He sat back on the stool as you simply nodded your head. He grabbed the wipes next to him. “I just need to clean the area off, then we can start, ok?” All you could do was nod again as Mikey placed his gloved hand on your knee.

He rubbed the wipe on up and down your thigh, seeming to take his time. Once He deems the arena clean enough, he picked up his tattoo gun and looked at you one last time. “This is probably going to hurt at first, but once you get used to it, it can be relaxing. Just let me know if you need to take a break, ok?” He explained while situating his arm between your legs to get a better angle at the space he would be working on.

You give Mikey a small smile and nod, focusing more on the arm he put between your legs. Your breathing gets heavier as his fingers unconsciously stroked your knee. You hear the buzzing and jerk your head towards the sound.

Mikey chucked a little at your expression before focusing back on his work. As the needle touched your skin you took a sharp inhale and clenched your hands together. Mikey seemed to notice you tensing under his hand. “Just breathe angel, close your eyes and relax.” You closed your eyes and relaxed into the chair, choosing to focus on his soothing and warm hand. It wasn’t too long before you drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up to a warm hand on your face, opening your eyes to see Mikey smiling softly at you. “Is something wrong?” You ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

“No, angel. We’re done for today, you slept through the whole thing.” He chuckled at your confused look. “It’s really not that uncommon, a lot of people fall asleep while getting tattoos.” He held his hand out to help you stand up. When you put weight on your right leg, you falter, almost falling but Mikey quickly puts his arms around you to keep you steady.

“Don’t rush, your leg is probably a little sore. You can sit as long as you need.” He didn’t seem to want to let go of you, keeping his arms tight around you. You stood in his arms for a few more minutes, slowly putting your own arms around his shoulders.

When you looked up at him you noticed your faces were centimeters apart, your breaths mingling. Looking into his eyes, you saw as they looked between your eyes and lips. “Mikey..” you breathed out his name just before his lips connected with yours.

You melted into his arms, kissing him back. His lips were so soft against yours, moving hesitantly, almost like he was worried you would pull away from. You would never pull away from him, not when you had been wanting this since you met him. You move your hands to his hair, pulling him closer, and moan into the kiss, forgetting everything around you.

He runs his tongue along your lips, and you open for him, letting him take whatever he wants. His tongue explores your mouth, making your hands tighten in his hair. You push your body completely against his, wanting more of him. He groans at the feeling of your body against his, he moves his hands down to your ass and squeezes.

You can feel him getting hard where your bodies are pressed together. You grind on him, trying to get more friction for burning heat inside of you. Mikey pulls away from the kiss, ghosting his lips over your check, moving to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Mikey chuckles at your eagerness, “Not here, princess. You’ll get what you want, but somewhere more private, where I can make you moan as loud as I want.” His words do nothing to help the need inside of you.

“Please, Mikey, need you so bad.” You breathe out, moving your face to kiss him again. He meets you halfway and gives you another heated kiss. It’s shorter than you want, Mikey pulling away before you’re ready.

“Come on, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” He pulled his body away from yours, leaving you cold. He took your hand in his, pulling you behind him and towards the door. As you walk past the desk, Mitsuya looks up at the two of you, a small smirk on his face.

“About fucking time you two got togther.” you hear him mutter as you leave.

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Mikey kept his hand on your thigh the entire drive back to his apartment, using his thumb to draw circles over your skin slowly getting closer to your core but never quite touching you, keeping you on edge and needing more.

He barely waited until the door shut behind you two to have his hands and mouth on you again. He pushed you up against the wall, his hands going to your hips, his mouth on yours. His kiss was frenzied, his tongue licking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. All you can do is melt into him, letting him take what he wants from you.

You part your lips, his tongue tangling with yours. His hands move down to your ass squeezing, before moving down further to the back of your thighs. You lift them, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grind yourself against his already hard cock, needing more friction. Your hands wrapping around his shoulders, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

He pulls you from the wall, supporting your weight, and walking with you in his arms. His lips haven’t left yours, still kissing you as if you were his air. He took you into his room and only pulled away from the kiss to lay you gently on his bed. He loomed over you, raking his eyes over your form.

He groaned at how disheveled you already looked, lips swollen from the kissing and your eyes blown out with lust. “I’ve wanted to have you in my bed for so long, and now that you’re here, it’s better than I could have imagined.” Mikey murmured, leaned down over you and placed another teasing kiss on your lips before you could respond, moving off you again, just as quickly.

Your head was swimming with his words, but they were quickly pushed to the back of your mind as his hands reached for the edge of your shirt and you lifted up off the bed a little to help him get it off of you. Mikey eyes immediately going to your breasts, you reach around to unclasp your bra tossing it to the side.

You watch as Mikey licks his lips as he stares at your bare chest, before he leaned down and places teasing kisses around your right breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, making you moan. His free hand moves to your other breast, kneading it. Your hands in hair tug his head head up to have him look at you.

“Mikey, please, need you.” You breathe out, your hands reaching for his shirt trying to get it off of him. He helps you, lifting his shirt over his head. Your eyes roam over his muscles, watching them flex, and wanting to run your mouth over them. You shake your head, promising yourself that you would indulge in all your fantasies later. You hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you were with him.

His hands quickly moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them and looking up at you, seemingly asking permission. You nod, and Mikey quickly pulls them down, along with your panties. He drops them to the floor, unable to pull his eyes from your naked body in front of him. He takes off the rest of his clothes and you finally get to see his body, fully exposed to you.

His already hard cock makes you lick your lips. Mikey chuckles seeing this, “Next time, angel. Right now is about you.” He places his lips back on your neck, teasing his way down your body, before settling himself between your legs. He uses his hands to keep you spread, giving him the space to do what he wants.

Mikey places teasing kisses on your upper thighs, making you thrust your hips up wanting him to stop his teasing. He gives in and moves to place an open mouth kiss on your aching cunt, causing you to whimper, your hands threading through his hair.

His tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it lightly, you arch your back at the intense feeling. One of his hands moves from your thigh, pushing one of his fingers slowly into your pussy, your eyes rolling back. He pulls his mouth away slightly, “So tight, baby, gotta loosen you up if you want my cock.” He groans before you feel his tongue toying with your clit again, his finger slowly starts to pump in and out of you, building up a steady pace, before adding another moving them faster.

You can feel your orgasm getting closer as he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument. “Mikey, please need to cum, need it so bad.” You whine loudly, making Mikey groan, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers.

“Go ahead, angel, cum on my fingers. Want to feel you let go.” His words sound slurred, he curls his fingers and the pressure inside you snapes, your vision going white and your hands tugging his hair with the pleasure coursing through you.

He removes his fingers, his tongue moving to lick up all your release, helping you come down from your high. He sits up on his knees the moonlight streaming in from the window bathing him in soft light, making him almost ethereal to your hazy mind. His tongue darts out to lick your wetness off his face, lifting his fingers to clean them off as well. “You taste so good princess, could send hours eating this sweet pussy of yours. But I want to feel you to come on my cock now.”

You reach your hands out to him, wanting to feel him on top of you again. Not able to ask him with words, your mind still not functioning properly after your orgasm. He takes in the view of you fucked out in front of him, your breast bouncing with the quickness of your breaths.

He leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his arms resting beside your head, keeping some of his weight off of you, your mouths meeting in a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, focusing on this kiss so much your breath hitches when you feel his cock pressing against your slit. He paused for only a second before pushing himself into your wet cunt.

You mewl at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders, trying to distract yourself from the pain. He groans at the feeling of your pulsing around him, your pussy feeling like it’s trying to pull him in further. He does his best to go slow, trying not to hurt you, but he can’t stop himself from bottoming out in one thrust. “So good angel, you feel so good around me.” He breaths into your ear, placing a small kiss on your jaw, breathing heavy from the pleasure of finally being nestled in your warm walls.

“Too much, s’too much.” You manage to get out, feeling tears gather in your eyes.

“Just relax for me, princess, relax so I can make you feel good. Y’er squeezing me so fucking tight.” Mikey moves one hand down your body, pressing his thumb to your clit slowly rubbing it in small circles. Adjusting to his size, you relax your hold on him. His thrusts start slow and shallow, before he works up his speed, pulling out more with each thrust, until only his tip stays in you, thrusting back into you hard, his tip hitting your sweet spot.

Your moans and whimpers spur him on, until he’s pounding into you. The tears gathering in your eyes start to fall as he abuses your sweet spot, his hand that was rubbing your clit moving up to massage your breast, his fingers rubbing your nipple sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Please…Mikey…need to cum, need it so bad…” Your words were slurred, barely understandable, tears still falling from your eyes, you can’t think straight with how good his cock is making you feel.

He removes his face from where he was nipping at the skin of your neck, seeing the tears on your face he leans in to kiss them away, never stopping the movement of his hips. “Go ahead and cum princess, wanna feel you make a mess.” His hand moved from your breast and up to your neck, squeezing just enough to cut off your air, but still leave marks on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

That was the last push you needed to fall off the edge, your mind blanked, back arching off the bed, as you moaned his name. Mikey groaned, feeling your pussy clench tight around him, pounding even harder into you, lessening his hold on your neck, but not letting go.

All you could say was his name, chanting it while trying to come down. Your nails dragging down his back as you feel the overstimulation taking over. “Mikey-too much, can’t take anymore.” You're sobbing now, all the feelings in your body clashing with each other.

“Yes you can, princess, just a little bit more. Want me to fill this little cunt up don’t you?” He kissed his way to your lips, before sealing them together, swallowing your whines.

“Yes, yes, fill me up, please, want your cum.” you try to say against his lips, not sure if he could even understand you. Mikey thrusts become erratic, seeking his own high. After a few more thrusts, the image of your face, so beautiful and fucked out underneath him, is what did him in.

He pushed as far as he could into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum, groaning as your pussy fluttered around him. You moan at the feeling of his hot cum spilling into you, making you feel even almost too full.

Mikey’s thrusts turned shallow, trying to keep his high as long as possible, not wanting the moment to end. He breathes coming quickly, his cock softening inside of you. He didn’t want to pull out, but knew he should. As much as he wanted to keep going his energy was leaving him, and he still needed to take care of you and make sure you were ok.

He fell beside you, putting his arm around your waist. “Are you ok, princess?” He murmured quietly, not wanting to break the peace surrounding you two now. The smile on your face, taking his breath away for a second. He knew that he was hooked on you, on your smile, your taste, even your presence.

All you could was nod at his question, your brain still muddled from the pleasure. He smiled at you, before rolling over and standing up. You whimper, thinking the moment is over, but he shushes you, leaning down to place a quick kiss on your forehead. “Just getting a towel to clean you up, princess, I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, Mikey was back a moment later, wet washcloth in hand. He was gentle as cleaned you up, the coolness of it felt wonderful against your heated skin. His eyes roving over your body, stopping on your neck. He could see bruises forming from when he choked you, a bit of guilt swirling in his mind. He took the cloth back to his bathroom, cleaning himself up while in there.

When he was done, he climbed back into bed pulling you close, and murmuring sweet words in your ear, helping lull you into a peaceful sleep. Mikey stayed awake a little longer, finger brushing up and down your back, sighing as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your now even breathing and steady heartbeat helping him find his own way to sleep, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms.

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the-psyco-simp · 2 years

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You’re Mine, Forever

Let’s talk about Bonten!Mikey for a second, shall we?

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bonten!Mikey

CW: MINORS DNI, NSFW under the cut, Fem!reader, possessive behavior, cockwarming, unprotected sex, creampie, bad writing (please don’t hate me), exhibitionism, degrading, hair pulling, threats of violence (not against reader), please tell me if I missed any

Word Count: 1,024

(Please be nice, this is the first thing I have really written 🙈. And thank you @sweet-seishu for helping me with this, your help is invaluable 🥺)

Imagine you are his s/o and when you go visit him at work he can see the way his executives stare at you. Specifically, he can see the way they stare at your ass as you walk away. Needless to say, he wasn’t very happy about the stares and how the Haitani brothers would nudge each other while smirking.

So he came up with a little scheme to make sure they knew who you belong to and that they will never have you for themselves.

So one day he asks you to join him at a meeting. This meeting wasn’t really planned and had no real purpose except for the executives to watch as you cockwarm Mikey. You were wearing a skirt which covered your lower parts, which kept the men from seeing much.

Mikey seemed to be paying more attention to you then to the others around him. He placed small kisses on your neck and shoulder, pausing every now and then to suck a mark into your skin.

Once Mikey knew the others were watching you both, he leaned to your ear and quietly muttered “do you trust me baby?” to which you nod. Of course you trust him, he’s never lead you wrong before.

Once you agree he lifts you off him and bends you over the table, pulling your skirt down so you were exposed before pushing himself back into you with a hard thrust. He stills again and looks up at his executives, a small smirk on his face at the moan you let out. He moves one of his hands to your hip to stop you from wiggling back against him, the other runs soothingly up and down your back, calming you.

“Enjoy the show while it lasts, cause this is the closest you will ever get to her after today.” He taunts before focusing his attention back on you.

He started off hard and fast, taking hold of your hands and pinning them to your back with one of his. His other hand went into your hair and yanked your head up off the table so you were facing the other men. A few of them groaned when they saw your glazed eyes and already fucked out expression, a few tears already in your eyes at Mikey’s rough treatment.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby. I want them to see how good I make you feel.” He murmured before biting into your neck hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to draw blood. He used his tongue to soothe the spot listening to your whimpers and cries.

The executives sitting around the table couldn’t take their eyes off of you and their boss. A few of them groaning at the slick sounds coming from where you and Mikey were connected, rubbing themselves over their pants.

“Do you see the way they’re looking at you? Bet they would kill to be the one fucking you right now.” He chuckled when he felt you tighten around him. “You getting off on them watching? You like acting like my slut in front of people?” You could barley hear what he was saying, to focused on the feeling of his cock stretching you deliciously and the groans of the other men in the room.

“Pay attention to me when I’m talking to you, baby. Tell them how good I’m making you feel. If you wanna cum you’ll have to beg for it.” You whimper at his words, not wanting to beg in front of his subordinates, but knowing you had no other choice. Mikey would drag this out for hours until he got what he wanted.

With tears streaming down your face, you do as he asks. “Pl-Please Mikey, you feel so good. Please let me cum, I’ll be your good slut, please make me feel good-“ your voice broke off with a whine when you felt Mikey release your hands and wound his hand around your body to your clit.

“That’s good baby, go ahead and cum on my cock.” You could feel his smirk where his mouth was leaving more marks on your neck as he started rubbing your clit quickly with just enough pressure to push you over the edge.

You gasp out his name and he groans as you tighten around him. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying, his hand had moved back to your hip, while his other hand still kept your head held up and you face directed at the other men around the table. He never stopped with his hard thrusts, making you whine at the overstimulation coursing through you.

“Such a good little slut for me. Now be a good baby and take all my cum, don’t waste any of it, ok?” You barely heard his question but nodded anyways, wanting to please him.

Mikey gave a few more hard thrusts before coming deep inside you causing you to gasp at the warmth. You both moan at the feeling of him pulling out of you. He lets go of your hair, and your head drops heavily onto the table. You turn your head to the side rest your warm cheek onto the cold table and let out a sigh.

Mikey puts his cock back into his pants and zips them up before sitting back into his chair and running a hand through his hair. He reached down to where your skirt was pooled around your ankles and pulled it back up to your hips and rubbing them.

Once your skirt is back in place, Mikey moves a hand to your lower back possessively and looks up at his executives with dead eyes. “If I ever see any of you eyeing her again, I’ll carve your eyes out and shove them down your throat.” Miley’s voice is empty of any feeling and the men around the table all pale at the threat.

You hear a chores of “Yes boss” from those there and, satisfied with their answers and expressions, Mikey picks you up bridal style and carries you out of the meeting room and back to his office.

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the-psyco-simp · 2 years

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Through your love, I’m saved

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Bonten!Ran Haitani

“I’ve heard of a love that comes, once in a lifetime. And I’m pretty sure that you are, that love of mine…”

Synopsis: Ran can’t help but give in when you ask him to stay in bed with you in the morning.

CW: none, just pure fluff, pet names (baby girl, love), probably some angst

Word Count: 883

Authors Note: This is just something I thought up while unable to sleep last night, and it’s dedicated to @sweet-seishu come get your mans 👀 (for the full effect, listen to “Dandelions (slowed and reverb) by Ruth B. It will make you cry)

The sound of your husband’s alarm going off brings you out of your dreamland and into the land of waking. You hear Ran groan and feel the bed move as he reaches to turn it off. You roll over to look at him as he checks the time.

"Ran? Do you really have to leave?" you ask sleepily, putting your arm around him and press your body into his side, trying to convince him to stay in bed with you a little bit longer. It's the same song and dance every day, you want nothing more than to hold your husband close, than him getting up and leaving you alone anyways.

"You know I do. As they say, no rest for the wicked." He looks down at where your head is now resting on his chest. His heart squeezes at the sight of your sad eyes. He wishes he could take the time to just lay with you. To remember the peace, he always feels with you in his arms. But he knows if he gives in now, he won't get out of bed for the rest of the day. He'd give anything in the world to stay under the covers and bask in the warmth and light you've always brought to his dark world.

"Please, love? Just stay here with me a little bit longer. I've missed spending time with you in the morning." You plead, hoping this morning he would give in to you. You tighten your arm around him and nuzzle your face further into his chest.

He maneuvers his arm around your shoulders and sighs, running his figures up and down your arm. He closes his eyes again for a few seconds, trying to harden his resolve to get up and get ready to go into work, when he feels you placing light kisses on his chest.

He can't help but relax under your actions, "Babygirl, if you keep doing that I really won't want to leave, and I gotta go to work." He makes no move to stop you already losing his grip on what little motivation he had.

"That's the point, Ran. I miss you. You're gone all day; you don't get back until two in the morning. I never get to see you anymore." You can feel tears falling out of your eyes. "All I'm asking for here is one day. One day that we spend together like when we were younger." Your figures tracing the tattoo covering the left side of his body.

He can hear the way your voice cracks, and with it so does his heart. Ran knows he hasn't been around much lately, that he's been neglecting you, but he didn't think it was hurting you this much.

He stays quiet for a few seconds contemplating his options. If he calls in, Mikey will chew him out when he gets back, but he would gladly suffer through it to be able to spend the day with you. "I'm sorry I haven't been around, babygirl. I'll make more time for you, I promise." He kisses the top of your head to seal the promise.

"Does that mean you'll cuddle with me?" You look up at him, seeing his beautiful violet eyes looking down at you. The love in them takes your breath away. It had been so long since you saw such a calm joy in their depths.

The smile on his face got bigger as he picked up his phone again, tapping the screen a few times before bringing it to his ear. "Ran?" you asked, trying to figure out what he was doing. Ran held up his finger to ask you to give him a second.

"Hello?" Answers the bored voice on the other end of the call.

"I won't be coming in today, Rin. That gonna be a problem?" Ran hadn't broken eye contact with you, so he could see the way your eyes light up at his words.

Rindou laughed before answering, "Finally taking some time with your girl, huh?" Rin laughed again. "Don't worry about it brother, I'll cover for you today. Say hi to her for me though." His tone was teasing at the end, which made Ran roll his eyes.

"She says hi back, and yeah. Thanks, man. I owe you one." Ran hung up the phone as his brother chuckled again. He set it to the side, keeping his eyes on you.

Ran maneuvered so he could put his hands on your hips and help you to straddle his waist. he laid on his back and looked up at you, admiring the view. With the sun now streaming through the drapes you almost seemed to have a halo over your head. Which thought was perfect, considering he thought of you as an angle sent to save him.

"You are the best thing to ever happen to me, and I will spend every second of the rest of my life proving that to you. I love you, babygirl." Ran leaned up to seal his lips with yours, hoping the kiss would say what he could seem to put into words.

You pull away slightly, murmuring, "I love you too, Ran. More than you could ever know." Before putting your lips back on his, smiling into the kiss.

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the-psyco-simp · 1 year

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Carry Your Throne

Pairing: Sano Manjiro x Fem!Reader

“…if you’re lost in the darkness, I’ll carry your throne. No, I won’t let it swallow you whole…”

Synopsis: You comfort Mikey after a Nightmare

Content Warning: fluff, angst, probably ooc Mikey, nightmares, mentions of reader dying, mentions of blood, depression

Word Count: 888

Author’s note: I wrote this cause I hate myself. It’s awful but I needed to get it out of my head, so here you go 🤷‍♀️

Mikey woke up in a cold sweat, his heart beating so hard in his chest he thought he could feel it bruising his ribs, his breath coming fast. He could still feel your blood on his hands as he held your dying body in his nightmare. Shot and killed by one of his countless enemies just for being with him.

He reached a hand over to your side of the bed, looking for the comfort you always gave him so freely. Mikey’s heart suddenly stopped when he couldn’t feel you where you were supposed to be next to him. The bed was cold and he could feel tears forming in his eyes. He thought it was just a nightmare. Just some awful dream that his mind conjured up to mess with him.

But maybe it was real. The phantom blood on him caused those tears to finally fall from his eyes. Mikey hadn’t cried in years, but the images plaguing his mind, of your dull eyes and pale face looking up at him-he shook his and wiped his face, not wanting to accept it.

A loud sound from outside your shared room startled Mikey away from his dark thoughts. He quickly got out of bed and sought out the source of the noise. He tried everything to keep that sliver of hope out of his chest, but he couldn’t help it.

He slowly made his way into the kitchen where he saw you. Wearing his shirt and standing at the stove as the kettle in front of you slowly started to heat up. Mikey stood by the island in your kitchen silently and watched as you kept your eyes on the kettle.

“A watched pot never boils ya know?” Mikey said quietly, startling you out of reverie.

“Jiro, you scared me. Did I wake you up?” You said with you hand over your heart, which was beating fast at the sudden voice.

Mikey didn’t answer, just walked to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Jiro, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.” You could feel how his body shook but couldn’t think of what would cause it. You just stood there, arms wrapped around him.

“Just a bad dream is all, needed to feel you with me.” Mikey mumbled into your neck as his arms tightened even more around you. “You weren’t next to me. Why did you get up?” Mikey tried his best to keep his unease and sadness out of his voice. The last thing he wanted to do was upset you.

“Just got a little thirsty, decided to make some tea to help me get back to sleep. Do you want some?” Mikey debated your words for a second and shook his head. After another minute the kettle started whistling so he reluctantly let go, so you could finish making the tea.

“Do you want to sit with me while I drink this then?” You held the mug carefully in your hands, and looked at your boyfriend. You could read him better than almost anyone. You could see how tired and sad he was, even if he tried to hide it behind a calm face.

Without waiting for his answer you took his hand and led him back to the living room, sitting carefully on the couch and motioning Mikey to sit beside you. He instead layed down with his head in your lap, keeping his eyes on your face.

The room was quiet, but Mikey’s mind couldn’t get over his nightmare. He finally broke the silence after the noise in his mind became too much for him to handle. “Promise you’ll never leave me?”

His question caught you off guard, causing you to look down at him with worried eyes. “Of course, my love. I’ll be with you forever.” You slowly run your fingers through his hair, doing your best to soothe him from his worries.

Mikey closes his eyes and focuses on your hand. He loves the feeling of you touching him in any way. If he could, he would keep you with him at all times. But for your safety, he can’t. He would do anything to keep his nightmare as just that. He doesn’t want to know how he would react to losing you. The last piece of light in his ever darkening world.

You finish drinking your tea in silence, keeping your hand in Mikey’s hair and just savoring the moment. When you move to get up, and put your cup in the sink, Mikey takes it from you and sets it on the coffee table. He keeps a hold of your wrist and uses it to tug you back to the room.

A soft smile creeps onto your face as you climb back into bed only for Mikey to climb in beside you and immediately pull you into him. He keeps his arms tight around your waist and tangles his legs with yours.

“Please never leave me again.” He mutters into your ear he holds onto you.

You can’t figure out where this is coming from, so you just hold onto him as tightly as he holds you. “I promise I won’t Manjiro. I’ll be by your side forever.” You say back quietly. This seems to calm him down and you both slowly fall back into sleep, keeping your hold on one another through the night.

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the-psyco-simp · 2 years

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Addicted

Pairing: Gymnast Coach!Wakasa x Fem!Reader, Gymnast!Ran Haitani x Fem!Reader

“All the sounds you make, and every breath you take, it’s unlike anything, when you’re loving me…”

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Gymnastics AU, bad writing, unedited, fingering, overstimulation, waka fucks you against the wall (multiple times), shower sex, oral sex (fem receiving), marking (maybe idk), begging, mention of a threesome, creampie, multiple rounds, power imbalance(?), coach/student dynamic, honestly there's a lot going on here, please read carefully

Author's note: If this looks familiar, that's cause this was written by me but sent as an “ask” to my love, the perfect @sweet-seishu who also helped write part of it. This is also three different parts put together into one post. THIS WAS PUBLISHED WITH HER PERMISSION.

Word Count: 2.9k

Gymnastics coach!Waka who is so tired of you not doing your moves right. He’s also tired of you talking back when he tries to critique your form.

“You feel like being a brat and wasting my time? Why don’t we play a little game.” He smirks sadistically as he maneuvers you to straddle the balance beam and grind against it. His hands squeezing your hips, his mouth leaving hot kisses along your neck and shoulders. Just as you’re about you cum, he lifts you off while you whine about the lost contact.

“How about this sweet girl, if you get everything right this time, I’ll let you cum as many times as you want.” He’d whisper, giving your hips another squeeze. “If you don’t, I’ll edge you until you’re begging and crying for me to stop.”

“Yes coach.” You say breathless, wanting nothing more than to lean back into his warm body and heady scent.

He smirks after hearing your whimper from the loss of his body heat as he walks back to his spot. You move into your first position and start your routine.

Once you’re done (after getting everything correct), you hold your final pose for a few seconds and before you can lower your arms you feel warm hands on your hips and warm breaths on your ear.

“Such a good girl aren’t you? A deals a deal, follow me.” He grabs your wrist and leads you to the locker rooms. He pushes open the door to the women’s room and once you're both inside shuts and locks the door.

Neither of you say a word as he strips your workout clothes off slowly letting his hands linger everywhere. Once he’s done he guides you over to the bench and lays you down on top of it.

“You did so well for me baby, if I knew all I had to do was promise to make you cum, we could have saved so much time.” He murmured while staring down at your beautiful body. He brought his mouth to your neck giving you small kisses before making his way down between your breasts and to your stomach.

He lifted his eyes to where he could make eye contact with you. The smile on his lips makes your stomach flutter, with anxiety or arousal, you aren’t sure. “Remember when I said we won’t be stopping until you are crying and begging?”

You nod mutely, unable to respond with the way he’s staring at you. “Well, that part will stay the same. But at least you’ll get to cum.” He chuckled at the way your eye grew wide, but before you could say anything back he moved down your body until he was faced with your pussy.

At the first lick your eyes are rolling and you can’t keep the sounds from coming out. You arch your back lifting your hands to thread them through his hair. You hear waka groaning before he really gets to work on you.

He didn’t let up, even as he pulled an orgasm out of you before starting to stretch you out on his fingers. He didn’t want to hurt you, your tears would be from pleasure only. His first finger slowly worked into you while his tongue played with your clit. His other arm had to hold your hips down, the overstimulation making you writhe against the bench.

Once he got three of his fingers worthed into your cunt he slowly pumped them in and out while you begged him to move faster. “Does my sweet girl need more?” His eyes flickered up your body, his breath catching at how gorgeous you looked naked and splayed out for his eyes only.

‘Sweet girl gets what she wants when being to pretty for me.” He muttered almost to himself. He sped up the pace his fingers were moving inside of you, pushing you to the edge faster then you expected.

Your eyes roll back into your head as he hits that spot inside you that you could never seem to reach on your own. The euphoric feeling quickly taking over your body, your pussy clamping down on wakas fingers causing him to groan and lose his patience as he imagined how you would do that on his cock.

He pulled his fingers out of you once you came down and lifted you up into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and your arms going around his shoulders, as he walked you over to the wall, resting you against it. “Now you're gonna cum on my cock as many times as i want right?” You nod your head quickly to his question, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy him. “Answer me with your words, sweet girl.” He taunted, wanting to see if you were capable of stringing a sentence together. “Yes sir, want your cock so bad, sir..” you babled on making him smile. His lips ghosted over your neck before biting at the junction where your neck and shoulder meet causing you to cry out at the sting. He smoothed his tongue over the spot before pulling back to looking at his work.

“That’s a good girl. Begging for me so prettily.” He praised you as he lined up with your entrance and slowly pushed into your cunt groaning at the feeling of your warm walls pulsing around him. Your eyes roll back in your head at the stretch, letting out choked groans, tears falling down your cheeks.

“So warm and tights, just like I knew you would be.” Wakas head fell back and you couldn’t resist the urge to mark him as he had done to you. You bit him on his shoulder, the small sting making his pleasure even sweeter.

When he finally bottomed out he paused to give you time to adjust to his size, and keep himself from cuming early. You were just so tight around him and he could feel you clenching around him. He groaned loudly, “baby you gotta stop clenching or I won’t be able to move. Relax sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

He slowly starts pumping his cock inside you, not able to wait any longer. “I’m gonna fuck you now, so make sure you screamign my name nice and loud, ok baby?” This time he seemed ok with you only nodding in confirmation to his words.

He started pounding into you without another word, easily getting lost in your moans and the way you squeeze his cock. You move your hands up to his hair and thread your figures through the soft strands. You use your grip on his hair to bring his lips to yours for the first time. You both couldn’t seem to get enough contact with the other, getting lost in pleasure as you explored each other's mouths.

His hands squeezing bruises into your things and he kept fucking into you. “So good for me baby, you’re being so good for me. I wanna feel you cum around me, think you can do that for your coach?” his lips moving to kiss your jaw and down your neck, marking you up even more.

He moved one of his hands in between your bodies to rub quick circles on your clit, causing you to cry out loudly at the pressure building up. When it exploded, your vision went white and you screamed his name just like he wanted. Tears wouldn;t stop falling down your cheeks, you couldn’t even fully come down from your high with the way he kept pounding into you. Causing your body to shake with overstimulation and whines and moans to keep falling from your lips.

His thrusts grew sloppy and he groaned out your name as he came into you, filling you up even more, giving you a few more thrusts as he rode out his high. He finally stopped moving and rested his head against your shoulder as you both tried your best to collect yourselves. He pulled out and moved you to rest back against the bench, his own legs ready to give out.

“Let’s get cleaned up shall we, sweet girl?” Wakasa murmured to you once you could both function again. You nodded, not trusting your voice with how sore your throat already felt. “You did so well for me, let me take care of you.” His hands gently roamed over the marks showing faintly on your thighs. He smiled to himself knowing they would stay with you for at least a few days. So would the marks he made on your neck, but he had his way more would join them soon.

It seems he’s growing addicted to you.

How I think the shower would have gone:

Gymnastics coach!Waka looks down at your limp form, your eyes dazed and mouth hanging open. Your chest heaving with how hard you’re breathing. Your overall very fucked out look making Waka let out a satisfied hum. He eyed your swollen lips and wondered if your mouth was as good as your pussy, but decided he would have to find out another time.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” He said as he picked you up in his arms. He walked you over to the showers and set you down on a stool, not trusting your legs to hold you up.

Once he has the water on and warmed up, he looks back at you. “Do you think you can stand, baby?” He asked while taking your hands in his. You gave a vague nod, your throat still scratchy from earlier.

He lifts you up to your feet and leads you over to the shower. His warm hands moving to your waist and pulling you into his body, before they move to your thighs and giving them a squeeze. Out of instinct you lift your legs to wrap around his waist, and you feel your back meet the wall of the shower.

“You can take a few more can’t you, sweet girl? I just can’t seem to get enough of this pretty pussy. Seems like you can’t get enough of me either.” He murmurs into your ear before moving to your neck to leave his mark all over you.

You close your eyes and move your head to the side to give him more room, so lost in the heavenly feeling, you choke on a groan when you feel him entering you again. You dig your nails into his back to try and ground yourself as he starts thrusting, not giving you any time to adjust.

Your mind goes completely blank as all you can focus on is the overstimulation he’s forcing on your body. “P-Please, sir, too much.” You manage to get out between moans as tears start to fall down your face.

He chuckles at your words, starting to move faster. “I told you we weren’t stopping until you were crying and begging. The begging should start soon.” He groans into your neck, leaving little pecks in the blooming bruises he left on you.

After the shower (somewhere between rounds he managed to clean you both up), he carried you out of the gym after locking it up and setting you in the passenger seat of his car.

“Did you think we were done pretty? You never did start begging, so be ready for a long night.” He smirked at you after buckling you in, moving quickly to get the car and get back to his place. You closed your eyes with a small smile on your face, trying to get some rest before taking away your ability to walk straight for the next week.

Pt. 3

Me: So, you remember gymnast!coach Waka? So let’s think about it some more, hm? So gymnastics can be competitive. And coaches go with their athletes.

So, imagine you're super stressed and worried about the competition so to keep you distracted and get your mind off of it Waka takes you to the bathroom, locks the door, and eats you out while you sit on the edge of the counter. Then imagine he pulls you off the counter and turns you around to face the mirror. He takes your chin in his hands…

Me: And promises that if you do a good job in the competition he’ll take you back to his house and reward you all night. While thinking to himself that even if you don’t win he will still be doing EVERYTHING in his power to make you feel better. He wouldn’t want his sweet girl to be upset. The only tears you’re allowed to shed are because he’s teasing you or overstimulating you.

Now let’s add a little something to the mix. Think about a fellow gymnast named Ran. Waka coaches him too, which means he sees the way Ran stares at you while your at the gym together. And since you worked so hard for your loving coach he wants to reward you with something special.

So he takes you back to his place, and pulls out some weed he has (prerolled of course) and lights but up, holding it to your lips as you straddle his hips on the couch. Then Ran arrives.

You all hang around and smoke a little bit, letting the weed do its job and talking about in particular.

A while later your body was completely draped over Waka, with your head on his shoulder facing Ran. You could see his eyes had diluted and how he stared at you. Wakas hand, which had been tracing up and down your spine, now went to your hair and pulled you back so he could look in your eyes.

“I promised you a reward if you won, didn't I, sweet girl?” You nodded, or at least you think you did, you didn’t have much control over your body with the drugs in your system.

“I asked Ran to help give you that reward. So let’s get started on that, ok?” He wasn’t talking very loudly, but he didn’t need to, his quiet voice still sent shivers down your spine.

He nodded to Ran who got off the couch and sat in front of the both of you. Waka moved you so your back was to his front, while hooking your legs on the outside of his to keep you spread.

“Are you ok with this sweet girl? I know you’ve seen the way he looks at you, and since you worked so hard for me, I’m willing to share you this once.” He murmured in your ear as his hands traced the insides of your thighs while Ran followed the movements as if hypnotized.

You have a vague nod again and Ran wasted no time moving to pull your shorts down so he could finally see you after having so many fantasies about this moment.

You would have gotten jittery at the hungry look in Rans eyes if not for the weed, but as it was all you could feel was anticipation as he looked up at Waka again.

At Wakas nod he went right to work tasting you. You were better than he could have ever dreamed. He moaned when you arched your back at the first lick. The sweet noises coming from you spurring him on. “You taste so good, babygirl” Ran mumbled into your pussy.

You were writhing against Waka so much he had to snake his arm around your waist to keep you still for Ran. He used his other hand to turn your face towards him so he could see your expression. He got even harder at the lust and haze in your eyes.

Ran licked a stripe up to your clit and gave an experimental suck to it. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you started panting, “so close, please please let me cum” you didn’t know who you were begging, just wanting to let go and needing another push to get over the edge.

“Always so good for me sweet girl, begging so prettily. Go ahead, tonight is about rewarding you, isn’t it?” Wakasa kept his hand on your chin so he could see your beautiful fucked out face as you came, always loving how beautiful you looked.

Ran sucking your clit is what finally pushed you over the edge. He kept his eyes on your and your beautiful body as your back arched and your breathing for even heavier. Slowly slowing the movements of his down to help you ride out your high.

Waka examined the bliss on your face and gave a smirk. “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable so we can get to your real reward.” He picked your bridal style in his arms and Ran scrambled to his feet and followed him into the bedroom.

Waka placed you gently on the bed, Ran moving to sit next to you, not able to take his eyes off your face and body.

“Let’s see how sensitive you are. We aren’t stopping until you pass out. Gotta make sure you know how proud I am of you.” Wakasa promised as he moved to hover over you.

“Ran, let’s see how long it takes you to make her squirt.” The challenge in Waka's voice and eyes said it was going to be a very long night.

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