#sub mikey

[tsunaso]

“OH MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD”

pairing. Omega!Mikey x Omega!Sanzu x Alpha!male reader

synopsis. karma reduced Sanzu Haruchiyo to nothing and took another omega down with him. — 5.7k words part one.

warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, dead dove, drugging, bitching, degradation, dubcon (due to altered state), dark omegaverse, humiliation, feminization, overstimulation, breeding, knotting, forced submission.

Sanzu didn’t know how much time had passed.

Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter.

The heat was settling into his bones, wrapping around his spine like a slow, venomous snake. His body felt wrong—too hot, too needy, too fucking weak. He hated it. Hated the way his scent grew richer with every passing second, filling the room with a sickly sweetness that made his stomach turn.

It wasn’t his scent. Not the scent of an alpha.

The realization sent a fresh wave of rage crashing into his ribs, but it was a hollow kind of anger—desperate, useless.

The door creaked open, and Sanzu barely lifted his head before the thick, heavy presence of M/n’s scent filled the room. It should have been oppressive. It should have made Sanzu bristle with defiance.

Instead, it just made his stomach twist.

M/n strolled in leisurely, the smirk on his face downright amused as he took in the pathetic sight before him. “Well, well,” he mused, crouching beside Sanzu. “It’s setting in faster than I expected. You must have had a lot of suppressed omegan traits for it to be hitting this hard.”

Sanzu clenched his jaw, refusing to acknowledge him, but he knew—knew—M/n could hear the way his breathing had changed. Shallow. Unsteady. Desperate.

“Still in denial?” M/n hummed, his voice dropping into something lower, darker. “That’s cute.” He reached forward, barely ghosting his fingers over Sanzu’s jaw.

A violent shudder wracked Sanzu’s body. His own skin felt wrong, hypersensitive in ways he didn’t understand. He wanted to pull away, to snarl, to bite—but the moment M/n’s fingers brushed over his scent glands, his body froze.

Felt good.

No. No, no, no, no.

Sanzu jerked away with a choked noise, his breath coming out uneven. His entire body was trembling, his muscles twitching like he was going to rip himself apart. His scent thickened with frustration, humiliation, and something else—something darker.

M/n clicked his tongue. “Pathetic,” he muttered, standing up. “You should be grateful we’re keeping you. If I let you go now, you’d be torn apart by the first alpha that caught your scent. Maybe that’s what you deserve, though.”

Sanzu’s stomach twisted violently. His instincts recoiled at the thought—exposed, helpless, left to fend for himself in a world where he was nothing.

No pack. No status. No protection.

He needed—

Sanzu stopped breathing for a second.

He needed protection.

His body was crying for it, his instincts clawing at his mind, screaming at him to find someone stronger to keep him safe. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood, but it didn’t matter—the panic was already setting in.

He needed—

The door opened again.

A sharp, unmistakable scent flooded the room, cutting through the haze in Sanzu’s mind like a blade.

Omega.

But not just any omega.

Him.

Sanzu’s body reacted before his mind even caught up. His scent spiked—needy, desperate, craving.

Fucking disgusting.

He felt bile rise in his throat, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the unbearable pull in his gut. The part of his mind still clinging to reason was screaming—raging against the betrayal of his own body, but it was already too late.

Because the omega had already noticed.

He stepped into the room without hesitation, his black eyes locking onto Sanzu with something close to boredom. His scent was sharp, unwavering, and infinitely stronger than what Sanzu remembered from that alleyway.

And Sanzu—

Sanzu leaned toward him.

It was so fucking small—just a shift in posture, the way his breath caught slightly in his throat—but it was enough.

The omega’s lips curled. “Are you serious?”

Sanzu swallowed thickly, his throat too dry, too tight. He wanted to say something, anything, but his body was moving on its own, drawn toward the closest source of comfort.

The omega took a step forward. Sanzu flinched.

Not from fear.

From restraint.

From the unbearable, crawling need under his skin.

A sharp scoff cut through the thick air. “That’s fucking disgusting,” the omega muttered, his voice filled with pure, unfiltered disgust.

Sanzu trembled violently. His breath stuttered, his scent betraying him even more, turning unbearably needy. He wanted to scream, wanted to rip off his own skin, wanted to run—but he couldn’t.

His body was begging.

And the omega could smell it.

M/n chuckled darkly from the doorway. “Ah… seems like he’s really starting to feel it now.”

The omega barely acknowledged him, his gaze still pinned on Sanzu like he was something rotten stuck to the bottom of his shoe.

Sanzu wanted to hate him. Wanted to spit in his face, snarl, demand that he wipe that fucking look off his—

But all he could do was stare, trembling, desperate, as his body betrayed him more and more with every second.

The omega sighed, voice thick with irritation. “What a waste,” he muttered. Then, after a moment, he tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing.

“…Does he even know my name?”

Sanzu stiffened.

A slow, cruel smirk spread across M/n’s lips. “Oh,” he exhaled, amusement flickering in his voice. “He really doesn’t, does he?”

Sanzu’s stomach dropped.

The omega—the omega he had tried to take—stepped closer, just enough that Sanzu could feel the ghost of his pheromones press against his skin. He crouched down, leveling Sanzu with a blank stare.

“You really don’t know?” he murmured.

Sanzu’s mouth went dry.

The omega’s expression barely shifted, but something in his gaze sharpened.

“Sano Manjiro,” he said flatly. “But you—” His lips twitched up in a cruel, humorless smirk.

“You can call me Mikey.”

Sanzu’s heart pounded in his chest.

Mikey.

That name—he knew that name.

The second in command of Bonten. The most dangerous omega in the city. The untouchable king of the underworld.

The one fucking omega he should have never, ever laid his hands on.

Mikey stood up, rolling his shoulders like this conversation had already bored him.

“Keep him,” he muttered to M/n, already turning away. “I don’t care.”

The door shut behind him, and just like that—his presence was gone.

Sanzu barely heard M/n’s chuckle, low and dark in the back of his throat.

“Well,” M/n hummed, stepping closer, reaching down to cup Sanzu’s trembling jaw.

“Now you know.”

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Sanzu was losing.

His body was drenched in sweat, slick and trembling, heat curling through every inch of him like a wildfire he couldn’t put out. His breathing was ragged, uneven, little whimpering noises slipping from his throat no matter how hard he tried to choke them back.

Everything hurt—his stomach ached, his thighs shook, his hole clenched around nothing, desperate for relief that wouldn’t come.

It was so wrong—so fucking wrong—and yet, no matter how hard he fought it, his body was needy in ways he couldn’t ignore.

His pussy—no, not pussy, not that—his hole was aching, fluttering open and empty, making his hips twitch against the mattress.

And worse?

His dick—his useless, pitiful dick—was soft.

No knot. No hardness. Just a sad little thing, sticky with leaking slick, resting against his stomach, completely ignored by his own heat.

His body wasn’t asking to be fucked like an alpha. It wasn’t even acknowledging that part of him anymore.

It was begging to be bred.

Sanzu bit his lip so hard it split, blood mixing with the embarrassing, syrupy sweet scent pouring off him. His thighs pressed together, trying to rub some kind of friction against his swollen, puffy entrance, but it wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

The door creaked open, and Sanzu’s entire body froze.

A thick, powerful scent flooded the room—alpha.

His body reacted immediately, thighs tensing, hole fluttering pathetically. His head snapped up, and through the feverish haze clouding his mind, he registered M/n standing in the doorway, watching him with pure amusement.

“Tch.”

M/n stepped forward slowly, hands tucked in his pockets, completely unbothered by the thick, humiliating scent in the room. His sharp gaze flicked lazily over Sanzu’s wrecked form—his sweat-drenched skin, the way his legs shook, the pathetic mess of slick and shame pooling beneath him.

His lips curled.

“Look at you.”

Sanzu trembled.

M/n crouched beside him, resting an elbow on his knee, tilting his head. “What happened to all that attitude, hm?” he murmured, voice low, mocking. “You were barking so loud before. Now look at you—”

His eyes flickered lower, to Sanzu’s shamefully soft dick.

A slow, wicked smirk spread across M/n’s face.

“…Well. That’s disappointing.”

Sanzu’s stomach twisted into knots.

M/n reached out, gripping his chin, forcing Sanzu’s dazed, glassy eyes to meet his own. “Not even hard?” he murmured. His thumb ghosted over Sanzu’s lower lip, pressing down slightly, smirking when Sanzu’s mouth parted automatically.

“So useless.”

Sanzu let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into the sheets. His entire body was burning, every nerve screaming for relief, but the humiliation coiling in his stomach was just as unbearable.

M/n hummed, tilting his head slightly. “I wonder…”

His free hand drifted lower, over the curve of Sanzu’s waist, his soft, pathetic belly, down to his thighs, which tensed beneath his touch.

Sanzu stiffened.

No. No, no—

But M/n ignored him, pushing his thighs apart effortlessly, exposing the soaked, puffy mess between his legs.

Sanzu whimpered.

“Awww,” M/n cooed, mocking, watching the way Sanzu’s slick dripped down onto the sheets. “All swollen and puffy. Poor thing. No wonder you’re suffering so much.”

His fingers ghosted over the sensitive, twitching entrance, making Sanzu’s entire body jerk violently. A choked, humiliating little gasp escaped him, before he could even stop it.

M/n’s smirk widened.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?”

Sanzu’s chest heaved, his thighs twitching, trying to press back together, but M/n’s grip on him was iron-strong.

The worst part?

His hole fluttered, clenching around nothing, desperately sucking in the air, trying to get something—anything inside.

M/n chuckled.

His fingers dragged lower, tracing the slick-drenched, swollen mess between Sanzu’s legs, his touch so light it made Sanzu’s breath hitch violently.

“Such a cute little pussy.”

Sanzu’s eyes went wide.

His heart slammed against his ribs.

“No,” he rasped, shaking his head, voice wrecked, barely there. “No, I—”

But M/n tapped a finger against his twitching, leaking hole, and whatever Sanzu was about to say vanished in a broken, needy little sob.

His body betrayed him.

M/n grinned.

“Ohhh,” he exhaled, mocking delight dripping from his voice. “You like that?” He pressed a little firmer, watching the way Sanzu’s entrance fluttered around the touch, how his body instinctively tried to take him in.

Sanzu’s breathing stuttered.

Tears burned at the corners of his eyes.

M/n leaned in, voice dropping to a low purr.

“Come on,” he murmured. “Say it.”

Sanzu shook his head, lips parted, breath coming in ragged little pants.

M/n’s smirk turned ruthless.

His thumb dragged down, slick gathering on his fingers, pressing just barely against Sanzu’s puffy, twitching pussy, pushing in just enough to make Sanzu’s entire body jerk violently.

A sharp, broken cry ripped from his throat.

M/n hummed, amused.

“There we go,” he murmured. “Just like a good little omega.”

Sanzu’s chest heaved, his entire body trembling as the heat twisted deeper, spreading through his veins like molten lava. His fingers dug into the sheets, his thighs quivering, still trying—weakly, uselessly—to press together, to hide himself from the hungry, amused gaze drinking him in.

But M/n wouldn’t let him.

“You’re still fighting?” M/n mused, tilting his head, his thumb dragging slow, lazy circles against the puffy, leaking mess between Sanzu’s legs.

Sanzu twitched violently, a humiliating, sharp gasp tearing from his throat.

It was too much.

The heat had already wrecked him, stripped him of everything, made his body hypersensitive—and now M/n was toying with him, pushing against the swollen, fluttering entrance just enough to make Sanzu’s instincts claw at his mind.

His body knew what it needed.

It was begging for it.

But M/n wasn’t giving it to him.

Not yet.

Sanzu bit down on his lip, his vision blurry, heat pooling low and deep in his gut. He wanted to scream, wanted to curse and fight, but the moment M/n pressed his fingers in a little deeper, a broken little sob escaped him instead.

M/n grinned.

“There we go,” he murmured, voice sickly sweet, mocking. “I knew you’d sound cute when you finally stopped pretending.”

Sanzu whimpered, hips jerking forward against his will, chasing more, desperate, needy—

M/n’s fingers vanished.

A sharp cry ripped from Sanzu’s throat, his body arching off the bed, his hole clenching around nothing, sucking in the empty air.

M/n laughed.

“Awww,” he cooed, reaching out to cup Sanzu’s jaw, tilting his flushed, tear-streaked face up toward him. “Poor little thing. Did you want something?”

Sanzu’s lips parted, breath hitching, his entire body burning. His scent spiked, thick with helpless, desperate need.

But he still wouldn’t say it.

M/n sighed, shaking his head, disappointed. “Still acting tough?”

Sanzu shuddered.

Then—

A sharp slap landed against his inner thigh, stinging, making him flinch and jerk.

M/n’s tone darkened.

“Say it.”

Sanzu’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his pulse pounding in his ears. His pride was dangling by a thread, fragile, barely holding on—

M/n’s fingers dragged lower again, teasing over the slick, messy folds, his thumb pressing against the sensitive, twitching entrance.

Sanzu gasped, thighs trembling, his body trying to sink down onto it.

But M/n still wouldn’t give it to him.

“Beg.”

Sanzu whimpered, fingers clenching into the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His mouth opened, but no words came out, just ragged little breaths, humiliated, broken noises.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Another sharp slap to his inner thigh made him jolt violently, and M/n grabbed his chin again, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Be a good girl,” M/n murmured, his smirk widening, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Tell me what you need.”

Sanzu’s vision blurred. His body ached, twitched, desperation clawing at his mind. His heat was devouring him, instincts screaming, pleading, demanding—

The words ripped from his throat before he could stop them.

“Please.”

M/n’s eyes gleamed.

Sanzu shuddered, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks, humiliation burning through him hotter than the heat itself.

M/n hummed, dragging his fingers lazily over Sanzu’s needy, dripping hole, making him whimper, squirm, gasp.

“Please what?”

Sanzu bit his lip, his throat tight, chest heaving. He couldn’t say it.

But his body was screaming it for him.

M/n sighed in mock sympathy. “Such a dumb little thing.”

Then—

His fingers pushed inside.

Sanzu gasped, his entire body arching off the mattress, a sharp, wrecked moan tearing from his throat.

It felt too good.

The stretch, the fullness, the way M/n’s fingers curled just right, pressing against something deep inside him, making his hole clench down, sucking his fingers deeper.

His useless, pathetic d*ck twitched against his stomach, leaking slick and precum, but still—still—not even half-hard.

His body had no use for it.

Only his soft, soaking-wet pussy mattered now.

M/n groaned, watching the way Sanzu’s swollen entrance clenched greedily around his fingers. “Ohhh, you were made for this.”

Sanzu let out a pitiful little whimper, his entire body trembling, his hips rolling down into the touch, chasing more, more, more—

M/n’s fingers slid out.

Sanzu sobbed.

“No,” he choked out, his hole clenching around nothing, slick dripping down his thighs, making a mess of the sheets beneath him. “No, no, please—”

M/n chuckled, his fingers coated in slick, watching the ruined, broken mess before him.

“Look at you,” he murmured, amused. “So desperate. So empty.”

Sanzu’s entire body shuddered.

M/n shifted, undoing his belt, pulling his pants down just enough to free his aching, heavy cock, already slick with precum, flushed, throbbing.

Sanzu’s breath hitched.

M/n’s fingers curled around his soft, dripping pussy, giving it a slow, teasing rub, making Sanzu cry out, his hips jerking forward.

“Want me to fill you up, sweetheart?” M/n murmured, mocking, taunting, rubbing his thick, leaking tip against the sensitive, twitching hole.

Sanzu nodded weakly, panting, lost, his body begging for it.

M/n’s smirk widened.

“Use your words.”

Sanzu’s breath came out in a ragged sob.

“Please, Alpha—”

M/n’s hands gripped his thighs, spreading him wider, holding him open and exposed.

Then—

He thrust in.

Sanzu’s back arched off the mattress, his entire body seizing, a sharp, broken scream ripping from his throat as his aching, swollen pussy was finally, finally filled.

It was too much.

It was perfect.

M/n groaned. “Oh, you were made for this.”

Then, he started moving.

Sanzu screamed.

It was too much—too deep, too good, the stretch burning hot and perfect as M/n’s cock forced him open, shoving inside with a single, brutal thrust.

His pussy clenched down immediately, desperate, needy, sucking M/n’s cock deeper, like his body knew exactly what it was made for.

Sanzu’s thighs trembled, his breath stuttering into a wrecked sob, and when M/n pulled back, only to slam in again, even harder, his body arched violently off the bed.

“Ohhh,” M/n groaned, hands gripping Sanzu’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding him still, pinned, completely at his mercy. “So fucking tight.”

Sanzu let out a broken whimper, his hands scrabbling at the sheets, his mind fogged and empty, drowned beneath the overwhelming, unbearable pleasure.

His useless little dick was still soft, twitching against his stomach, dripping helpless little beads of slick and precum—completely forgotten.

His body didn’t care about it anymore.

His body only wanted cock.

M/n’s hands slid up, gripping Sanzu’s waist, before he slammed him down onto his length, forcing him to take it all.

Sanzu screamed.

A sharp, wet slap echoed in the room as M/n’s hips smacked against Sanzu’s, stuffing him full, over and over, his pussy gushing slick, making a mess of both of them.

“Fuck,” M/n grunted, forcing Sanzu’s legs wider, watching his puffy, swollen little hole stretch around his thick length, sucking him deeper with every thrust.

“You like this, huh?” M/n mocked, snapping his hips forward, watching the way Sanzu cried out, his breath ragged, gasping, desperate. “This cute little pussy was made to be fucked, wasn’t it?”

Sanzu shook his head weakly, whimpering, but his body betrayed him completely.

His hips rolled back automatically, chasing each thrust, his insides clenching down, begging to be filled, bred, ruined.

M/n laughed.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dripping with pure amusement, watching the way Sanzu’s hole clenched greedily, slick dripping between his thighs.

“You’re just a fcking pussy now, aren’t you?”

Sanzu let out a choked sob, humiliation burning through him, but he couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop taking it.

Couldn’t stop wanting it.

Couldn’t stop needing it.

M/n grinned, leaning down, his breath hot against Sanzu’s ear.

“Say it.”

Sanzu’s breath hitched violently, his body shuddering, overwhelmed, his vision blurred with tears.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

But then—

M/n’s fingers slid down, rubbing over his slick, swollen little dick, sending a white-hot spark of pleasure straight through him.

Sanzu screamed.

His entire body jerked violently, his pussy squeezing around M/n’s cock, soaking both of them in even more slick.

M/n chuckled, low and dark, his pace picking up, fucking into Sanzu even harder.

“Say it,” he growled, gripping his throat, his other hand still toying with Sanzu’s soaked little dick, stroking it in tight, warm palm.

Sanzu’s mind broke.

“I’m just a pussy!” he sobbed, screaming it, his body convulsing, drowning in mindless, unbearable pleasure.

“Good girl.”

M/n slammed into him one final time, shoving his cock as far as it could go with out catching on his knot, holding him there as his release spilled inside, filling Sanzu with hot, thick cum.

Sanzu let out a wrecked, broken moan, his back arching, his entire body shuddering violently as his own release ripped through him.

His pussy clamped down hard, milking M/n’s cock, desperate to be bred, his heat finally satisfied.

For now.

M/n pulled back slightly, watching as his cum dripped out, running down Sanzu’s thighs, pooling on the ruined sheets.

Sanzu was wrecked.

His breath came in ragged, choked sobs, his thighs twitching violently, his entire body overheated, soaked, ruined. His puffy, abused little hole was still fluttering, gaping, leaking M/n’s cum onto the sheets beneath him, his body still crying for more.

But his heat wasn’t over.

His instincts weren’t satisfied.

His pathetic little clit—his soft, useless excuse of a dick—twitched against his stomach, dripping slick, ignored, forgotten, completely useless to the heat wracking his body.

And then—

A new scent flooded the room.

Sharp. Cold. Omega.

Mikey.

Sanzu’s entire body tensed violently, his breath catching, his dazed, glassy eyes barely able to focus as he turned his head.

Mikey stood in the doorway, his dark, empty eyes dragging over Sanzu’s ruined form, his lips curling into a slow, disgusted smirk.

“Still in heat?”

Sanzu shuddered, a fresh wave of humiliation burning through him.

Because Mikey was right.

His body was still aching.

Still needy.

Still empty.

And Mikey could smell it.

M/n hummed, casual, lazy, watching as Mikey stepped closer, his movements slow, deliberate, his scent curling around Sanzu like a noose.

“I was wondering when you’d give in,” M/n murmured, tilting his head. “Figured you’d be too disgusted to touch him.”

Mikey’s smirk widened. “I am disgusted.”

His sharp gaze dropped to Sanzu’s trembling, slick-drenched thighs, his ruined little clit twitching uselessly, and a low, mocking chuckle slipped from his lips.

“But he’s already dripping for me, isn’t he?”

Sanzu let out a soft, broken noise, his shame and desperation mixing into something unbearable.

Mikey stepped closer, the mattress dipping as he crawled over Sanzu’s body. At some point Mikey must off taken off his clothes because Mikey was pressing down against him, his own useless dick rubbing against Sanzu’s stomach, leaking precum.

Sanzu’s entire body tensed violently at the skin-on-skin contact, his instincts screaming at him to submit.

Mikey’s lips brushed against his ear, his voice a cold whisper.

“Little bitch,” he murmured.

Then—

His teeth sank into Sanzu’s scent gland.

Sanzu screamed.

His whole body arched off the bed, his clit twitching violently, slick gushing out of him, his heat kicking up even stronger as Mikey’s dominant omega scent poured into him.

Mikey licked over the bite slowly, savoring Sanzu’s pathetic little sobs.

“You’re so fcking weak,” he whispered, his hand dragging down Sanzu’s trembling stomach, his fingers ghosting over his pathetic, useless little clit.

Sanzu flinched violently, letting out a wrecked little whimper, because Mikey was touching it like it was a real pussy.

Mikey grinned.

“Awww,” he cooed, mocking, rubbing his fingers over the soft, twitching flesh, watching Sanzu’s entire body jerk uncontrollably.

“Look at this cute little clit.”

Sanzu sobbed.

Mikey’s fingers pinched it, rolled it between his fingers, rubbing tight little circles, and Sanzu’s breath hitched violently, his legs trembling as his body reacted against his will.

“Doesn’t even get hard anymore, does it?” Mikey murmured, his voice pure condescension.

Sanzu whimpered, shaking his head weakly, his body fighting him, his hips rolling into Mikey’s touch despite himself.

“Poor thing,” Mikey purred. “Bet it feels even better when I play with this messy little pussy, huh?”

His fingers dragged lower, teasing Sanzu’s drenched fluttering little hole, and Sanzu sobbed, his thighs twitching open even wider.

“Such a cute little thing,” Mikey whispered, mocking, taunting, pressing a single finger inside, watching Sanzu’s wrecked expression twist in unbearable pleasure.

Then—

M/n grabbed Mikey’s chin, yanking him up.

The omega snarled, but M/n just smirked.

“You’re awfully worked up for someone who wasn’t interested,” M/n murmured, his fingers dragging over Mikey’s entrance, rubbing over his slick-drenched hole.

Mikey’s breath hitched.

A sharp, violent shudder ran down his spine, his thighs twitching, pressing together instinctively, but M/n’s hand was already there, keeping them spread wide.

“Fuck off,” Mikey snapped, voice low, biting—but it wasn’t as sharp as it should’ve been.

Because his scent was changing.

It was subtle at first—just the slightest shift, something thicker, sweeter, mixing with the overpowering heat-heavy scent already filling the room.

M/n inhaled deeply, his grin widening.

“Ohhh,” he exhaled, his thumb brushing over Mikey’s slick entrance, feeling the way it fluttered under his touch.

“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you?”

Mikey tensed violently.

Because he was.

It had started the moment he walked into the room. The moment Sanzu’s ruined, heat-heavy scent hit him, the moment M/n’s thick alpha pheromones wrapped around him like a noose.

His body had reacted instantly.

He’d felt the tug in his gut, the slow, creeping burn pooling low in his stomach, the way his own slick started leaking out of him before he could even process it.

Sympathy heat.

He wasn’t even in his own cycle—his body was just responding to the scent of another omega in distress, to the dominant alpha presence pressing down on him.

It was natural. Instinctive.

And completely fucking disgusting.

Mikey clenched his teeth, his thighs trembling, his body fighting itself—but it was too late.

M/n chuckled darkly.

“You walked in here thinking you were better than him,” he mused, pressing his fingers against Mikey’s twitching, slick hole, watching the way it clenched down, desperate for something to fill it.

Mikey let out a sharp breath, his back arching slightly, his useless little dick twitching against his stomach.

M/n leaned in, his lips brushing against Mikey’s flushed, overheated ear.

“But now you’re just as bad,” he whispered.

Then—

He pushed a finger inside.

Mikey gasped, violently, his entire body jerking, his hole clenching down tight around M/n’s finger, sucking it deeper.

Sanzu watched.

Watched the omega who had mocked him, who had called him pathetic, who had looked at him with nothing but disgust—

Now writhing, panting, falling apart just as fast.

The realization sent a fresh pulse of slick out of Sanzu’s swollen, puffy little pussy, his thighs shaking, his own heat spiking again.

Mikey bit his lip hard, his breath ragged, his fingers gripping the sheets beneath him.

“Still trying to act tough?” M/n mocked, crooking his finger, pressing against that deep, sensitive spot inside.

Mikey let out a sharp, wrecked noise, his hips jerking forward, chasing the touch against his will.

Sanzu shuddered.

Because he recognized it.

That exact moment.

The moment when your body stopped listening to you.

When instincts took over completely.

M/n grinned.

“There it is.”

Mikey let out a ragged breath, his thighs twitching, his hole clenching hard around M/n’s fingers.

M/n leaned in, voice low, teasing.

“Do you get it now?”

Mikey trembled.

M/n dragged his fingers out slowly, leaving Mikey’s wet, clenching hole twitching around nothing, before pressing his slick-coated fingers against Sanzu’s entrance instead.

Sanzu gasped, his entire body arching, his soft, dripping little clit twitching uselessly against his stomach.

Mikey watched.

Watched as Sanzu’s puffy little pussy clenched around M/n’s fingers, his pretty little hole sucking them in greedily, instinctively.

Watched as Sanzu sobbed, wrecked, broken, completely lost in heat.

Watched as his own body reacted.

Slick dripped down his thighs, his entrance fluttering, aching, needing.

M/n smirked, watching both of them now.

“Two desperate little omegas,” he murmured, dragging Sanzu closer, grinding his slick-drenched pussy against Mikey’s dripping dick.

The contact was electric.

Both omegas let out a sharp, broken moan, their bodies trembling, reacting, needing more.

“Aw, fuck,” M/n chuckled, watching them twitch and whimper, their little cocks rubbing together, leaking slick.

“You’re both fucking ruined, aren’t you?”

Mikey growled weakly, trying to pull away—but the moment he moved, his dick dragged against Sanzu’s swollen pussy again, sending a sharp, violent pulse of heat through both of them.

Sanzu sobbed.

Mikey gasped, eyes wide, breath ragged.

M/n groaned, gripping Mikey’s hips, his hands strong, bruising, keeping him still.

M/n lined himself up.

Pressed the thick, leaking tip of his cock against Mikey’s twitching little hole.

Mikey’s breath caught.

He tensed.

M/n leaned in, voice low, rough, cruel.

“Since you think you’re so much better than him…”

Then—

He thrust in.

Mikey screamed.

His back arched violently, his hole clenching down around M/n’s cock, trying to suck him deeper, his heat finally, fully taking over.

M/n let out a low, satisfied groan, burying himself to the hilt, feeling Mikey’s tight, desperate little hole twitch and squeeze around him.

Sanzu watched, shaking, helpless.

Watched the strongest omega he knew finally submit.

And M/n?

M/n just grinned, grabbing Sanzu by the waist, forcing him forward, pressing their bodies together.

“Now,” he murmured, dragging his thick, hard cck out of Mikey’s soaked hole, lining himself up with Sanzu’s ruined, twitching pssy instead.

“Let’s see which one of you can take me better.”

Then—

He f*cked them both.

And neither omega stood a chance.

Sanzu’s wrecked little pussy clenched down greedily as M/n’s thick cock slammed into him, shoving him forward onto Mikey, their sweaty, slick-drenched bodies grinding together, their soft, useless little dicks rubbing with every brutal thrust.

Mikey’s mouth fell open, a wrecked, choked moan spilling out, his entrance fluttering pathetically, still slick with M/n’s release from the first round.

And now—

Now, he had Sanzu’s heat-soaked body pinned against him, rubbing against his aching, twitching, desperate little hole.

“You two are so f*cking filthy,” M/n groaned, his grip bruising as he slammed into Sanzu harder, faster, forcing the other omega’s body to grind against Mikey’s.

Sanzu sobbed, whimpering, broken, his legs shaking violently, his hole so swollen and abused it could barely hold M/n’s thick length inside.

But his body refused to let go.

Every thrust forced slick out of him, drenching both omegas in his heat-drunk mess.

Mikey hissed, his own body reacting, his entrance clenching, his hips bucking forward to meet the friction.

M/n grinned.

“Awww,” he mocked, watching Mikey’s wrecked expression twist in unbearable pleasure. “I thought you hated him?”

Mikey’s breath hitched violently.

M/n dragged Sanzu off his cock, watching his swollen, puffy little pussy clench around nothing, his slick dripping onto the sheets.

Sanzu whined loudly, his entire body jerking forward, desperate, needy, lost.

And just as quickly—

M/n shoved into Mikey instead.

Mikey cried out, his back arching, his hole stretching wide, swallowing M/n’s cock so deep his entire body shook.

Sanzu watched helplessly, watched as M/n buried himself to the hilt, stuffing Mikey full in one sharp thrust, watched as Mikey let out the most wrecked little whimper, his slick gushing around the thick length inside him.

“Alpha—” Mikey choked, voice wrecked, humiliated, needy.

M/n’s grin widened.

“Ohhh, you’re calling me Alpha now?” he taunted, grabbing Mikey’s throat, forcing him to look up.

Mikey’s legs twitched violently, his face flushed, his breathing ragged.

M/n fucked into him harder, dragging another broken moan from the smaller omega’s throat.

Sanzu whimpered, his thighs clenching together, his own pussy throbbing, aching, his slick-covered clit twitching against his stomach.

“Look at you,” M/n murmured, watching as both omegas trembled beneath him, their bodies writhing, leaking, begging for more.

He reached down, gripping both of their chins, forcing them to look up at him.

“You’re both nothing but little cock-drunk whores now, huh?”

Sanzu sobbed, his body too far gone, his heat too overwhelming, his mind too ruined to do anything but nod.

Mikey squeezed his eyes shut, his lips trembling—but his body betrayed him too.

Because he nodded just the same.

M/n groaned, dragging himself out of Mikey, grabbing Sanzu, shoving back into his soaked little pussy instead, watching as the pink-haired omega collapsed backward, his entire body trembling, shaking, his pussy fluttering, welcoming every brutal thrust.

Mikey was panting heavily, his hole clenching around nothing, his body aching for more.

M/n smirked. “See, Mikey?”

He reached down, grabbing Mikey’s hips, lifting him slightly, positioning him over Sanzu’s heat-soaked body.

“Since you’re both so desperate, why don’t you fuck each other for me?”

Mikey’s breath stuttered.

Sanzu let out a wrecked, soft little sob, his body already moving on instinct, his hips rolling upward, rubbing against Mikey’s swollen, slick hole.

Both omegas gasped.

Mikey twitched violently, his fingers digging into Sanzu’s skin, his heat-soaked body grinding down automatically.

Slick poured out of them both, mixing together, making a disgusting, messy pool beneath them.

M/n groaned at the sight, gripping both of their waists, forcing them to grind harder.

“Fuck, look at you two,” he muttered, watching as they writhed together, slick-drunk and heat-crazed, rubbing their little pssies against each other, whimpering, gasping, too lost in need to care about anything else.

“You were supposed to hate each other,” he chuckled, his fingers digging in, keeping them moving, making them chase the pleasure.

“But now you’re nothing but my desperate little omega toys.”

Mikey let out a wrecked moan, his body shaking violently, his hole clenching down around nothing, his heat consuming him.

Sanzu was already gone, too deep in submissive omega bliss, his thighs trembling, his slick-covered clit twitching, completely, utterly broken.

M/n groaned.

“Since you both worked so hard—”

He grabbed Mikey, slamming him back down onto his cock.

Mikey screamed, his entire body arching, his hole sucking M/n’s length so deep his stomach bulged slightly.

Sanzu watched, panting, twitching, his own pussy clenching around nothing, jealous, needy, wrecked.

M/n fucked into Mikey harder, his pace brutal, merciless, making the omega collapse forward onto Sanzu’s chest.

Sanzu could feel the way Mikey trembled, the way his body shook, could feel the overwhelming heat radiating off of him.

And then—

M/n slammed in deep, biting down on Mikey’s scent gland, filling him, stuffing him full of thick, hot cum.

Mikey screamed, wrecked, mindless.

His hole clenched around M/n’s knot, locking him in place, milking him, his own release spilling out of him, mixing with the slick covering both omegas.

And then—

Sanzu whimpered.

Still empty.

Still aching.

Still needing.

M/n grinned, looking down at his ruined little omegas.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, dragging his fingers through Sanzu’s dripping slick.

“You’re next.”

And Sanzu?

Sanzu knew—

He would never escape this.

And worse?

He didn’t want to.

[k3nnytheg00z3]

Let me just say,

there is absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to be able to slut out this version of Mikey😩

Like Kisaki would have to killi me cause I’d be fucking the dark impulses outta him atp😭

just imagine making him such a slut for your strap that he cums just from penetration

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ imagine Mikey had been teasing you all day, he can’t help it!! He’s been so busy with work so he took the next few days off so he could be with you! (Totally not cause he knew he was gonna need recovery days after making you wreck him) But you’re still working on a report from your mission with sanzu cause that twink was high and refusing to help you :(

Once you’re finally done, you make him lay on the bed with his legs off the side. You grab the lube from the bedside table and start to put it on your fingers, “w-wait!” He looks up at you with his face flushed, “I’ve already prepared myself…” You look at him with that sly smirk on your face “oooh baby, you’re gonna need all the prep you can get for this one. It’s the biggest you’ve ever taken.” You momentarily walk away to grab the strap from the closet. Mikey looks at it with want and fear in his large black eyes. It’s 13” and 1.5x the circumference of a soda can. His eyes widen with fear and arousal “..want it..” he says almost slurring though you’ve hardly done anything to him yet

Soooooooo I’m debating writing more of this but I’m in a slump and I’m not too great at writing smut yet😭

Maybe I’ll finish this later lol

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Alpha male reader with omaga mikey and they are with each other and Mikey heat comes Unexpectedly ♦️

Pairings: Mikey x male reader

Warnings: Alpha male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/omega!Mikey, lots of pet names, clingy sex, public sex, biting, heat, knotting, brief mention of pregnancy, reader is called "sir + master"

It's a crisp, spring day and you are a humble alpha taking his little omega boyfriend out to the park. As usual, Mikey's first move is to find the food stalls and buy a snack to eat while you take a stroll. Something sweet, obviously. Because what's a daytime park date without a little sugar?

If you're lucky he might even share a bite with you (!!!!!!) without you asking! Your lips linger around Mikey's fingers for just a few seconds longer than they need to, and the omega feels a flush of warmth hit his body from the inside. He shrugs it off though, and your date continues over to a bench by the water.

“A lot of ducks here today, huh?” you comment. Eyeing the feathered creatures as a dozen or so glide along the water's surface.

Mikey looks at you with a raised eyebrow, “I didn't think anyone seemed that rude… that one kid even smiled as we passed them.”

You returned his puzzled expression with one of your own, until it clicked, and you snorted as you corrected him. “Ducks, Mikey,” pointing towards the water in front of you. “not dicks. You've got a dirty little mind today, dont'cha?”

“What do you mean?! That one mistake doesn't make me some pervert, like you think I am!” Mikey pouted, crossing his arms over his chest and swiveling away from you.

Your boyfriend's childish nature is adorable sometimes (and annoying at others…) — huffing while he avoids eye contact, even turning his body away from you so he can pretend to be mad. Such a cutie~

“Uh-huh, sure.” you said sarcastically. “Don't think I didn't see the look in your eyes when I "accidentally" sucked on your fingers earlier. Your mind went somewhere very naughty, and we both know it~” Your teasing turned the tips of Mikey's ears red in an instant, filling his mind with many ideas. In that moment, all the blood in his body rushed downward, causing his soft shaft to slowly swell and rise—creating a small bulge in the front of his pants.

As you turn your attention back to the natural world surrounding you, a soft whine makes your ear twitch. You glance over and notice the deep red taking over Mikey's cheeks and nose, and the way his fingers dig into the wood of the bench you're sitting on. “M-Mikey…?”

The utterance of his name sends another jolt straight to his cock, filling him with an unbearable heat that spreads to every last corner of his body. He's wheezing now, mouth open as ragged breaths come out and his chest heaves. You stare at the sudden new state of your partner in shock — is he getting a fever?! Is this spot too sunny?!

“Hey, babe, are you– are you alright?” you touch the back of your hand against his forehead, and it almost feels like Mikey got a terrible sunburn. “You're burning up! Uuuhh… should we move somewhere with shade?!”

“Lower… touch me lower pleeeaasee~ ” he whines. His thighs tense, rubbing together a bit as he tries not to let a glob of precum spill from his dick. “Please, sir… I need it– mMFhjkD–!! I need Master's touch…”

Wow. Ok, this is embarrassing! As your eyes scan your immediate surroundings, you find that most of the people are over towards the center of the park, or by the entrance. There are still a few people nearby though, and they could probably see or hear you if you do anything right here–

“Mikey, wh– are you…?” you're cut off by Mikey grabbing your wrist and forcing your hand into his pants, unzipping them so that you can fit your whole hand down there. His tiny cock has swelled so much, and the insides of his clothes are soaked already! There's a wet mess sliding down his thighs and pooling underneath his ass.

While you try not to alert any other park-goers, you discreetly palm your boyfriend underneath his clothes, rubbing at his entrance and nearly easing a finger in there. This alone causes your balls to tighten, and you sense something a bit more primal bubbling towards the surface as Mikey whimpers and thrusts his hips wildly — like an animal in heat.

“Mikey, why didn't you tell me your heat was coming on? We could have stayed home — taken care of this properly. The park could've waited.”

“I-I didn't– gnngh-! I didn't kn-know… I swear!” he stammers between noises of ecstasy. “OoOOohh mm~ yeah~ I didn't feel any-thiiing aaAhhH!! A-anything until after we got here… hnngh…” you have to quickly cover your boyfriend's mouth, lest he moan any louder and draw someone's attention.

Well, now that you're less concerned about his health, and you know why Mikey is red and a million degrees, now you have to make a quick decision — how are you going to take care of this? You could try to take him back home, where you'd have all the privacy possible to fuck him silly until this heat subsides. But, looking at the state your boyfriend is currently in, you don't see that working out very well. He's too far into this to walk that far… The park bathrooms aren't private enough, plus they're not all that clean. You guess…

“Pl-please please please please– it huuuurts…” Mikey cries, prying your hand away from his lips and trying to get both of your hands down his pants.

“No — zip these back up, quickly–”

“NONONONONO PLEASE—I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU, MASTER, PLEASE–!!!” Mikey screams, clinging onto your arm like a child would to their parents when they don't want them to leave.

You slap a hand over Mikey's mouth again, nearly flying off of the bench to shush him. “SHH! Be quiet! I'm GOING to, but we can't do it right here! It's bad enough that someone probably saw us already… we're in public, Mikey! We can't just do it in front of an audience!”

Another pitiful whine reverberates into your palm, and the blond's black eyes well with tears as he reluctantly zips up his pants, feeling lonely without your hand on him.

“Get up, hold on to me if you need to.”

Mikey stumbles as you begin walking somewhere, wrapping his arms around your elbow and nuzzling his nose into the exposed skin. That little inhale of your scent has him clenching his legs together for a moment as a dribble of precum leaks out of his tip.

That whole display only causes your hormones to kick in further, bringing an uncomfortable wave of heat to your body now. It's all you can do to lead Mikey along until you come to a rather large hedge on the outer edge of the park, barely covered by a few trees and a fence on one side.

“Why are we… over here?” your little omega asks.

Before you answer, you scoop him up and lay him down on the grass. “Fixing our little "problem"—fuckin'… nngh-” you growl impatiently, “Look at what you did to me, honey…” the very obvious dick-shaped bulge in your pants made Mikey drool. His hands dig into the grass and dirt below him, and his legs spread instinctually.

“That's a good boy, but you gotta take your clothes off first, yeah?” you remind him. In a flash, your boyfriend has his pants and underwear off, only draped around one ankle. At the same time, you unzip yours and pull them down just enough to free your aching, throbbing cock.

“Ready for me?” Mikey nods vigorously, and you quickly line up your cock, pushing against his entrance with a bit of resistance. The slick coating his insides and sliding down his inner thighs helps greatly, though it is still a tight fit. Not that you're complaining, exactly — that tightness feels damn good for both of you.

The little omega opens his mouth to moan—or maybe scream—but not a sound comes out. Instead, his eyes simply glaze over while you bottom out in one thrust. “OoOOohH fuck-! Tight… so fuckin' tight for me…”

Instincts take over as you start humping Mikey's wet hole, already overwhelmed by having his soft, warm insides hug your cock. Primal as this all is, you also desperately cling to your boyfriend—overtaken by a primal love for him too. One hand combs through his hair, pushing it out of his face, while the other slides to the small of his back. “Mhm~ You feel so gooood, baby- ah! ah! ah! Fu-uck y-yeah–!” you drawl to the rhythm of your thrusts. Plowing Mikey's ass so hard that it kind of hurts your hips too.

The omega wraps his arms around the back of your neck, pulling your face closer until your lips brush against his skin. You nibble on his earlobe, and Mikey lets out a cute whimper as his eyes squeeze shut in embarrassment. Nibbling turns to nipping at his neck, which then turns into sucking on the tender flesh — all while the blond moans louder than he probably should.

“Fuck! I'm gonna- hnngh–!!” Before you can even finish your sentence, a flood of thick, creamy cum fills up Mikey's hole. Painting his insides white as you bite down on his shoulder to stay quiet.

“M-more! Moremoremore~! Need… Alpha's cum~💛” his voice fades towards the end, and his small body slumps all at once as the last drops of cum spill into his unprotected hole.

You're barely able to hold yourself up, but you try to, so you don't crush your precious omega with your weight. Though your vision is spotty, you can still appreciate the sight of your darling boyfriend in his blissful state. You assume he's half unconscious already; until you start pulling out and Mikey perks up, whining out “Noooo… isss'not enough yet… need master's cock~”

A knot is already formed at the base of your shaft, and you're honestly not any softer even though you pumped a bucket load of semen into him. You certainly can't walk home like this…

“Yeah? Is this what you're needing, honey?” you ask, bringing one of Mikey's hands to the knot and letting him feel it. He gropes it, strokes it, and begs for you to put it back inside in such a loving voice. It's enough to make you feel bad about even thinking of stopping here.

“Anything for my baby boy~ Haah… wanna push it in yourself?” Mikey nods tiredly, guiding the rest of your dick back into his hole. Once the knot reaches his entrance, he holds onto your hips, and you begin thrusting again. “A little harder—here, I'll help ya.” you take Mikey's waist in your hands and pull him towards you as you thrust in.

The speed of your thrusts picks back up, and with enough effort from both of you, your knot eventually squeezes past his fucked out rim. “Oh god-! It's in! Fffuuck, Mikey… s'tighter than before-!!” As your bulky cock stretches his ass, you can already feel another orgasm coming.

Mikey pulls you down by the neck again, clinging to you—his lifeline, his sunshine, his stars, his galaxy, his entire world—and you return the embrace. His small body takes everything you have to offer as you greedily hump him, creating just enough friction to unload another round of cum into his womb. “Shit! Cumming! Mmhm, gonna breed you, Mikey~ Gonna breed my sweet omega–!!”

“Breed me! Please… mMMhgNm…” his muffled cries turn into whimpers as you up the ante with your breeding talk–

“Oh fuck-! Gonna knock you up, yeah? Fill your little tummy with kids?” between every powerful bump against Mikey's body, you affirm his deep-rooted desires. “You'll be a daddy after I'm finished with ya, sweetheart~”

—

You're not sure how many minutes pass, but what you are sure of is the fact that your knot hasn't gone away yet… it's still swollen, tethering you and your omega together and preventing you from leaving your hiding spot.

Mikey is all but passed out under you, and it's still early enough in the day — it's not like you need to rush out of the park, sooooo… you guess you're just going to lay here until you can safely pull out.

In the meantime, what's the harm in admiring your boyfriend while he naps? After all, his soft features look even prettier after you had them twisting in pleasure~

[sillyladydinosaur]

Title: Chasing the Storm

(Tokyo Revengers – Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x Male Reader)

The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the body curled up beside you. Mikey, the once untouchable leader of Toman, now lay against your chest, his breath steady but his fingers twitching ever so slightly against your skin. Even in sleep, he couldn't fully let his guard down.

You ran a hand through his blonde locks, feeling the weight of exhaustion he refused to show the world. To everyone else, he was Mikey—unstoppable, unshakable, a force of nature. But to you? He was Manjiro. A boy who craved warmth but never knew how to ask for it.

"You're staring again," he murmured, voice thick with sleep

You chuckled softly. "You caught me."

His lips curled slightly, but his eyes remained closed. "Why do you always look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like I’m… delicate." He opened his eyes then, dark and unreadable.

You hesitated, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Because you are."

Mikey scoffed, shifting against you. "I’m not fragile, you know."

"I know," you admitted. "But even the strongest need a place to rest."

He exhaled sharply, as if frustrated by how easily you saw through him. But instead of pulling away, he buried himself deeper into your arms. His fingers clutched at your shirt, grounding himself.

"Just… stay like this for a little while," he whispered

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, holding him a little tighter. "For as long as you need, Manjiro."

And for once, he didn’t fight it.

[frankfukers]

Fucking Mikey from the back and giving him back shots

His tight little hole clenches around your cock or the thick silicone dick strapped around your hips, your hand resting against his throat over his Adam’s Apple, you feel him swallow thickly as he breathes heavily

“You’re taking me so well, good boy”, a mess of garbled and desperate noises spill from his mouth, but he’s practically begging you to keep going. “Mmmfffnngg-you can-you can…you can fuck me…please…”, he practically pleads

Then the room is filled with his broken and almost hysterical whines and moans as you fuck relentlessly against him, barely giving him a second to think as the pleasure of being fucked out and absolutely destroyed in the best way possible takes over

Does a flick of my hair HEEHEEHEE I BRING MORE SUB MIKEY ~Director Anon 😎💄💋

HEEEELLLYYYEAAHHHH I LOVE YOU

[catwiththebutah]

Gurl yk damn well i haven't watched a single episode of Tokyo revengers but I'll try :')

• Imagine teasing Mikey throughout the entire day to the point where he is begging at the end of it.

You got on top of him on the bed and straddled his lap. "Y/n..please.." He looked up at you with such pretty eyes, tears threatening to fall.

"Aww.. but aren't you my strong boy? I bet you can hold out a little longer~" You pat his cheek and pout mockingly. He groans as he start grinding down on his lap. "Hah~..- need you..please!" Pretty tears fall from his eyes, staining his cheeks and his lips forming into a pout.

You hold his face and swipe your thumb across his tears. "So pretty.." You mumbled as you finally kissed him. He grabbed you by the back of your neck and deepened the kiss, afraid you will pull back. You slightly nibbled on his bottom lip and he took the hint, opening his mouth. You slide your tongue inside his mouth as the kiss grew messier. Hands wandering on each other's bodies and teeth clashing against each other.

You pulled back for a moment to take off his shirt and he whined. You pulled his shirt off of him and pushed him down on the bed, again kissing him. He sighed and closed his eyes, moaning into your mouth. Your hands reach out for his belt and unbuckle it, pulling his jeans down.

You can already see his buldge through his boxers, your excitement only growing further. You wasted no time in pulling his boxers down. He lifted his hips up helping you as his dick slapped agianst his dtomach after finally being free. "Look at you~" You coo into his ears watching him turn various shades of red. "*Hng*...please.." He again looked up at you with those adorable eyes of his. How could you deny him now that he begged so nicely?

You tied your hair back and settled youself in his lap, grabbing his dick and giving it a few pumps until it's fully erect. He mewls, head thrown back in pleasure after being denied for so long. You licked a stripe up his dick and he shuddered. You licked the beads of pre cum from his tip and put it in your mouth sucking it. He moaned loudly and shamelessly as his hands grip your hair tightly, hipd barely being contained from moving. You took him deeper into your mouth and jerked off the rest of his dick with your hand. He whined as you swirled your tongue around his tip and force more of him inside your mouth, not caring about gagging.

After all, it was worth it to see him grip the sheets so tightly and twist and turn his head trying to contain his moans. Drool seemed from his mouth and his eyes glazed over, hips snapping forward making you choke on his length. You slapped his thigh as a warning and he whined before stilling his movements completely.

It didn't take long before he came into your mouth, moaning your name loudly as he came down from his high. You climbed up and kissed him, pushing your tongue in his mouth forcing him to taste himself. "Next time.." You pants against his mouth. "Just be a good boy and I'll make u feel so much better.." You purr against his skin, feeling him quietly try to nod as he fades off into sleep.

(I'm done. Yup. This is it.)

[jinisspace]

I'm so tempted to write sub racer Mikey smut.

[arsemial]

I will only write sub/bttm male character × dom/seme reader/male oc. Please do not send sub reader requests.

dom male/female reader requests are OPEN. fandoms I write about.

~tokyo revengers. (for all boys)

~bungou stray dogs (for dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, atsushi, sigma, fyodor, gogol, bram).

~jujutsu kaisen (for gojo, geto, nanami, choso, yuuji, megumi, sukuna)

~banana fish (ash, lee yut lung)

~attack on titan (eren, reiner, levi, jean)

[emilsendo]

Can make Mikey x top male reader fluff/smut/fluff/smut

Here you are, pal 😃

Type: Fluff/Smut

Request: ✅️

Warnings: Public sex(alley), sex on motorcycle, all characters 18+, sub!Mikey, dom!Reader, gay, cumming inside(they are healthy), late at night, swearing, etc.

Author: Sorry if it's too long or feels rushed🫠 I hope you like it anyway, if you want me to change something you're free to ask.

Scenario: Mikey couldn't sleep at night, so he went to your house and suggest you an "innocent" ride on his motorcycle.

The rumble of an engine cut through the quiet night, low and familiar. You didn’t even have to check the window, you knew that sound better than your own heartbeat.

Mikey.

With a lazy stretch, you wandered toward the front door, flipping the porch light on just as he killed the engine. His bike gleamed under the street lamps, chrome catching the moonlight. He straddled it easily, one hand on the throttle, the other pulling off his helmet to reveal a wild mess of blond hair and a grin that spelled trouble.

"You gonna keep staring or you gonna get your ass out here?" he called, voice carrying across the yard.

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "You know it's like two in the morning, right?"

He shrugged, completely unapologetic. "Couldn't sleep. Figured you'd be up."

Mikey kicked the stand down and swung off the bike, sauntering up your walkway like he owned the place. His jacket was half-zipped, exposing the sharp lines of his collarbone, and his boots scuffed softly against the concrete.

"Come ride with me," he said once he was close enough to touch, his voice dropping into something smoother, more persuasive.

You raised an eyebrow. "Where?"

He just smirked, tilting his head like you’d asked something ridiculous. "Does it matter?"

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched up. With Mikey, it never really mattered. Wherever he went, chaos and beauty followed.

Without waiting for your answer, he stepped closer, his hand brushing your hip lightly. "Come on," he murmured, a whisper just for you. "Just us. Just the road. You and me."

There was something in his eyes... wild and boyish, but also lonely, like the night was too big for him to face alone.

You sighed dramatically, grabbing your jacket from the hook beside the door. "You're lucky you're cute, Sano."

Mikey's grin widened like he'd won a prize. "I know."

As you locked the door behind you, he tossed you a helmet, hopping back onto his bike with easy grace. When you slid onto the seat behind him, his body relaxed instantly, like you were the missing piece he'd been searching for all night.

He glanced over his shoulder, smirk still in place. "Hold on tight."

You barely had time to wrap your arms around his waist before he kicked the bike into gear and peeled off into the night, laughter tearing from his throat like a battle cry.

Your ride lasted an hour because the hungry guy aka Mikey had a 5 minute discussion with you to stop and eat something. Of course, this childish cutie chose some sweets and forced you to share yours several times or he would whine like a child.

After eating your snacks, this time you took the controls of the motorcycle. (Mainly because Manjiro wanted to feel your warmth by hugging you. It's his comfort place)

The wind roared past you, whipping your jacket and stinging your cheeks as the motorcycle tore down the empty highway. Mikey leaned forward against you, his arms tight around your waist, his chin pressed between your shoulder blades. The hum of the engine, the scent of asphalt and sea air — it all blurred together into something intoxicating.

For a while, neither of you said a word. It was just the road, the stars scattered above like lazy witnesses, and Mikey's steady heartbeat where his chest met your back.

Eventually, he tapped your side — his silent signal.

"Pull over," he called over the engine noise, voice muffled against your jacket.

You eased off the throttle and rolled into a patch of field off the road, letting the bike growl to a stop. Crickets sang around you. The moon hung low and swollen, washing the world in silver.

Mikey slid off the bike first, stretching his arms overhead with a loud, exaggerated groan. His blond hair was a mess, his grin even messier. "You're slow," he teased, tugging off his helmet and tossing it onto the seat.

"You just can't sit still," you shot back, stepping off beside him.

Mikey cocked his head, lips curling into that familiar, cocky smile. "Maybe I'm just excited," he said, stepping closer, his fingers catching in your jacket. "Or maybe I just missed you."

Before you could answer, he tugged you down by the collar and kissed you — all teeth and mischief at first, a spark of adrenaline still running hot in him from the ride. You caught his hips, steadying him against you as he nipped at your bottom lip, daring, playful, asking. He tasted like the night air, like candy and trouble. The kiss deepened. Mikey pressed against you more insistently, fingers bunching in your shirt like he couldn't stand the distance. His body was warm, electric under your hands. His cocky little smirk faltered when you bit gently at his throat, making him shudder against you.

"You always act so tough," you murmured against his skin, dragging your hands down his sides. You just love the feeling of his slim but still toned waist.

"And you love it," he breathed out, voice already shaky.

You pushed him back gently until his back hit his motorcycle, the cool metal making him hiss and squirm. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide — needy, wrecked already and you hadn't even touched him properly yet.

"Let me," he whispered, tugging you closer by the belt loops, "just—" You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any lower. Causing Mikey to pout and frown. He doesn't like being told no. Unless it's you.

"A-A-A. Don't touch without permission. You really can't help yourself, huh? touching me in the middle of the street..." You said with low tone, so he could feel shame in his behavior. But he didn't. It's Mikey after all.

“Then why don’t you take your good boy somewhere…” The shorter man’s other hand traveled down to your crotch, pressing lightly to feel the outline of your dormant member. "Private?" the black-eyed man added, his voice suggestive as if he wanted to provoke something from you, and his eyes filled with passion to encourage you to act.

You groaned throatily, feeling the tightness forming in yours pants and boxers, looking around covertly to see if anyone was coming before you grabbed his hand and his motorcycle. Leading them to the nearest dark alley.

Mikey giggles at your sudden outburst, he didn't even have to try! He knew you wouldn't last long under the provocation. Adrenaline shot through his blood, knowing you both were going to do it RIGHT NOW in this dirty alley.

"AHHHhh~" Mikey let out a loud moan, throwing his head back, holding onto your hair as you were between his legs, giving him the best blowjob imaginable as he sat on his motorcycle. Your hand held his thigh steady, tightening your grip on him to keep him from expressing his pleasure too loudly. Not like it helps. Your boyfriend can be a little too loud than he need to be... Your firm lips were wrapped around his dick, your tongue skillfully licking the tip and base, wetting him more than possible. Pre-cum was leaking out of Mikey like crazy, perfect proof that your skills were too much for him. Not even 3 minutes had passed and he already felt like he was going to explode in your mouth. He was so good for you...he moans, whines, shakes and arches at your beck and call, always ready for you. He NEEDS a reward. He was already without his Toman jacket and white T-shirt, nipples abused from your earlier sucking and nibbing all red and hard.

"Babyy~ Lemme cum....! Your mouth is soooo good, pwwweaseee." he whined desperately, holding back his thrusts into your warm and wet mouth, his tongue hanging out and his eyes half rolled back, cheeks turning pink from the intense feeling of euphoria. Still holding onto your hair, because at this point it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Your hand on his thigh now felt like fuel to the fire, fueling the fire in his body, feeling like your property.

"Nuh-uh." you declined with a teasing smile, but also with love and flirtation in your eyes that made Mikey's stomach do backflips.

"You're ready for me, aren't you?" you asked sarcastically after giving him one last suck and then pulling away from his hard-on. Mikey whined desperately, releasing your grip on your (h/c) hair, already knowing what to do. The blond nodded stupidly, standing up from his CB205T and then turning his back to you, sticking his ass up and his stomach press into the seat of the motorcycle.

"Good boy." You said before spanking Mikey's ass, making him chuckle again through his moan. Already numb from the euphoria and need of begin wrecked. You pulled your pants all the way down, they fell to your ankles and you grabbed your boyfriend by the hips, teasing him with the tip of your hard and heavy dick.

"Oh c'mon! Put it inside me already, I want to feel everything so much that everything hurts." he said frustrated, pushing his ass towards you, this time he was teasing you with his wet and tight hole. Then you slid into his hole, which was already widened from the stimulation of your fingers earlier, stretching his walls so that you could enter completely. Mikey closed his eyes and bit his lower lip lightly, burying his face in his folded arms.

"Yeahhhh~ That's it...Fuck me!"

You fucked him like that for a few minutes, hitting his prostate to the point where Mikey thought he would pass out from the pressure in his head and lower stomach. Allowing you to use him in every way possible without any unnecessary conflict. Because who needed conflict when his brain was being dissolved into space at that moment.

"Fuck, Mikey... You're clenching around me so tight~ Argh..." you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Speeding up the thrusts of your hips, which only made the blond moan louder. You had already come in him a few times, giving better conditions for faster tempo and deeper penetration. The boy beneath you looked absolutely majestic, shaking all over, body hot and wet with sweat, marked by your teeth. Eyes completely unfocused on anything, and tears were running down his cheeks. Not to mention those juicy moans and sounds he made himself, and those his body made connected to yours.

You picked him up without removing yourself from him, then turned him around to look at you. Manjiro didn't protest, wrapping his strong yet shaky legs around your waist.

Mikey's breathy moans broke the silence of the night, soft and sweet as you pound him against the bike this time in missionary position, his body pliant under your hands, wanting. His fingers scrabbled against your jacket, legs locking around your waist to drag you closer, closer, closer—deeper.

Afterward, you stayed like that for a while, tangled up beside the bike, the smell of grass and leather clinging to the night. Mikey curled into your side, jacket half-slipped off his shoulder, his face buried against your chest.

"Next time," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and satisfaction, "I'm taking a charge"

You snorted, kissing the top of his head. "Not a chance, blondie."

He just grinned against your skin, holding you tighter, like if he let go, the night would disappear.

Once you both got back into your clothes, you got back on the bike after you'd wheeled it out of the alley. (More like YOU since Mikey just sat there with shaking legs.) You rode back to your spot together, washed up in the romantic atmosphere of candles and rose water, and then went to sleep in your warm bed.

However, the black-eyed boy had other intentions. He dozed off for a moment in your arms, and when he woke up and saw your handsome and relaxed face, he smiled slyly through his sleep. He began kissing your bare, muscular chest, slowly going down to your V-line. Ignoring whether you were asleep or slowly waking up. Manjiro got under the covers, his fingers slowly and precisely pulling down your pajama bottoms, exposing everything below. Despite the fact that you had sex many times before, he still felt the same emotions before he even touched you. Pink and slightly swollen lips from earlier, began to give light kisses along the shaft, wrapping around your tip to make you hard again.

Your reaction is up to you :) in total you have one possible option to choose from: Wreck him.

The only thing I can promise you is that Mikey is very much in love with you. He doesn't do such intimate things just like that, it requires trust and complete commitment from him. So if you happen to get crazy, don't forget to tell him that you love him very much. He needs it more than he thinks.

Love this man ❤️

[tsunaso]

"OH MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD"

pairing. (Implied) Omega!Mikey x Alpha?Sanzu x Alpha!male reader

synopsis. when Alpha Sanzu messes with the wrong omega, he learns the hard way that karma never misses. — 1.5k words part two.

warnings. mdni, amab reader, dead dove, drugging, (Implied) bitching, degradation, dubcon (due to altered state), physical restraint, dark omegaverse, humiliation, mentions of death.

alpha Sanzu who is a joke of an alpha. has little to no respect for beta’s nor omega’s, and acts like he can get whoever he wants when he wants. thinks that his looks will let him get away with harassing omegas, but karma always catches up.

alpha Sanzu who messes with the wrong omega one day and lives to regret it for the rest of his pathetic life. the omega who he had almost gone too far with was mated to the gang leader who owned the city!

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“What the fuck is going on!?” Sanzu yells practically foaming at the mouth as he struggles against the ropes tying him to a wooden chair. 

“My my… what am I going to do with such a dumb fucking alpha, practically came here willingly, with the way you jumped at the smell of omagan slick.” M/n lowly purred as he strolled into the room. his scent glands work on overdrive as he pumps it out into the bare room. 

Sanzu instinctively starts to pump out his scent to try and dominate M/n’s but for some reason, his scent is a hint sweeter than usual, he makes a face but he doesn’t pay any mind to it.

“You know you're lucky that it was so easy to bring you in,” M/n face drops into a scowl. “Otherwise you would have been shot dead.”

“What are you even talking about?!” he rages, “Once I’m out of these stupid ropes I’m going to fucking gut you.” Sanzu roars with venom as he starts to growl.

M/n ignores whatever nonsense Sanzu is yapping about before sparking a lighter to light his cigar. He takes a puff before finally looking at Sanzu again. “You don’t even know why you're here… do you?” M/n says in mock pity as he lets out a quiet laugh. 

Sanzu finally stops posturing and really takes in the situation. His eyes dart around the room as he notes that he has been kidnapped to an unknown second location and is trapped in a bare room with a chair, mattress, sink, and toilet.

“Where am I?” Sanzu says quietly as he finally stops pulling at his restraints. His bright pink hair falls onto his cheeks as he tilts his head slightly. This action made his eyes contrast with his hair beautifully, you could almost say he looked cute.

M/n looks at him amused by what he is trying to do. “You’re in my-” M/n cuts himself off as he hears the door open. “Actually, hold that thought…”

M/n fully turns around to meet his mate's gaze. “Love! I’m so glad you came!”, he pauses “I know it must’ve been hard for you to come… here,” M/n says in a softer tone.

Sanzu’s eyes widened as he realized who had just entered the room. A relatively short man with long black hair and equally black eyes stared blankly at Sanzu. The man's face cringes before looking away and stepping closer to M/n.

“Is this why you kidnapped me? For some no-name omega?” Sanzu questions, his face mask of disbelief and shock. This was the omega he was messing around with in that club's alleyway!

M/n’s eyes narrow sharply, his scent souring in anger. “Watch your fucking mouth, you're talking to my mate.” M/n rages on, “You put your dirty grubby hands on my mate.” 

M/n clenches his fist, before letting out a quiet sigh when he feels his mate rest his hand on the small of his back. “This was the one that hurt you, yes?” M/n asks, turning to face his mate.

As soon as M/n says those words the tension in the room thickens as Sanzu’s mind races, as he tries to think of just who M/n is… did he really piss off such an important person?

The black-haired omega stiffly nods, a pinched look coming across his face. “I should’ve rocked his shit in that fucking alleyway” the omega lets out a growl, just thinking about the event made him angry.

Omagan pheromone starts flowing into the room like an angry river but, just as soon as it appears, it disappears. “Just.. leave me out of whatever you're about to do.”

Sanzu watches as the small omega struts away, he had never scented anything like that before. With pupils blown wide, he tries to come up with what it smells like but he can’t put it into words.

Why was he perceiving that omega's scent like this? He had scented him before… and he didn’t smell anything great, so why did he smell so different?

“Are you finally feeling the effects of the drugs?” m/n inquires, bending slightly to take in Sanzu’s ever-sweetening scent.

Sanzu blinked slowly, his pupils blown wide as the realization began to settle like poison in his bloodstream. His scent was sweeter. Too sweet. Like ripe fruit on the verge of rotting—cloying, wrong.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” His voice cracked as the first tendrils of fear curled around his throat.

M/n smirked, blowing out a slow stream of smoke that lingered in the air like a noose. "What do you think, Haruchiyo? Or should I say… soon-to-be Harumi?” 

He crouched down to meet Sanzu’s panicked gaze, tilting his head mockingly."That’s a cute nickname, isn’t it? You better start thinking of one because you won’t be the same 'big bad alpha' much longer."

Sanzu thrashed against the ropes again, his muscles straining, but it was futile. His movements felt sluggish now, like his limbs weren’t entirely his to command. The scent swirling off him was intoxicating—too intoxicating, and the disgusting sweetness of it made bile rise in his throat.

"You drugged me?" His voice was shaky, cracking on every syllable. He wanted to sound angry, but even he could hear the fear starting to bleed through.

M/n let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Oh, it’s so much more than a drug. You see…” He leaned in close, letting the embers of his cigar illuminate his smirk. 

“We’ve been working on something special for alphas like you. Arrogant pricks who think they can take whatever they want without consequence. It speeds up the shift—unlocks a side of you you’ve probably felt in your worst nightmares. You’re going to be softer, sweeter, more… submissive than you’ve ever dreamed of being. Just think of it as karma.”

Sanzu’s heart pounded in his chest as his body betrayed him further. The gummy sweetness of his scent thickened, curling around him like a noose. His mouth was dry, his skin too warm, and his thoughts felt like they were swimming in syrup.

“Fucking liar,” Sanzu spat, though it came out weaker than he intended. “You’re bluffing. This isn’t possible.”

“Oh, but it is.” M/n grinned and straightened up, casting a glance toward the door. "I thought about just killing you, you know. But, my mate is merciful, and I figured—what’s worse? Death or living the rest of your pathetic life as what you perceive to be at the bottom of society, as an omega? You’ll be crawling for scraps, begging for mercy, begging for attention.”

The sound of footsteps approaching the room pulled Sanzu from his growing panic. The door creaked open, and in stepped the omega mate once again, his dark eyes locked on Sanzu with unrelenting hatred.

“Still talking, huh?” the omega muttered. He crossed his arms, his posture deceptively casual. But his scent—it sharpened, cutting through the air like a blade. Even drugged, even in his haze, Sanzu felt the command embedded in it.

“M/n,” the omega said, his voice cool and steady, “how long does he have before it starts? The heat, I mean.”

Sanzu froze, his eyes snapping between them. The heat?

M/n looked at the omega with a knowing smile, shrugging casually. “Oh, not long now. A couple of hours, maybe? By then, he’ll be begging someone to knot him. Doesn’t even matter who.”

He exhaled more smoke, his tone darkening. “You’ll finally know what it feels like to be hunted, Haruchiyo. You’ll know what it’s like to be nothing more than a toy for someone stronger than you.”

Sanzu’s breathing turned shallow, panic clawing up his chest. “You’re lying! You can’t… You can’t fucking do this to me!” he snarled, but his voice wavered, and his pheromones betrayed his fear.

“Oh, darling,” M/n purred mockingly, leaning close enough that Sanzu could feel the heat of his breath against his ear. “I already have.”

The omega stepped closer, standing just within Sanzu’s line of sight. He tilted his head, studying him like one might a bug under a microscope. “He’s still posturing,” he said flatly. “Let me stay and watch when it starts.”

M/n arched a brow, smirking. “You’re so cruel, my love.”

The omega’s lip curled in a wicked smile. “I told you before—we should’ve killed him in that alley. But I guess watching him crumble works too.”

Sanzu wanted to snarl, wanted to roar, wanted to say something, anything that would put him back in control. But his body was growing weaker. His scent—the sickly sweetness was almost unbearable now, and the ache in his lower abdomen made his stomach churn.

He was losing.

And for the first time in his life, Haruchiyo Sanzu was terrified.

[silly-lil-scribbles]

day three: i have entirely given up on even attempting backgrounds. im done its over. the only things im allowing these freaks is a blurry pic of the i cant hear you tour red rocks stage and a shitty scribbled in floor. you cant make me draw instruments AND a stage in ONE day who do you think i am

bonus doodle:

[kisakis-boyfriend]

trans mikey truther here! i would love to see his alphabet

Author's Note: Ofc <3 Trans Mikey comin' at ya hot and heavy!!

For our 3000 follower celebration! (CLOSED NOW)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Mikey is someone who needs to be held as a part of aftercare for sure. And he's rather touchy afterwards — both physically; needing to be touched and touch you back, and emotionally; he needs some time to calm down and let his emotions balance out again.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Mikey is very proud of his thighs. And if we're counting hair as a body part, I think he'd also take pride in his hair, since he does take good care of it and you're always complimenting it.

His favorite part of you is your shoulders/biceps.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Mikey can cum quite easily. It takes very little to build up an orgasm, which makes denying him that orgasm extra fun ;)

I also think he would get dehydrated easily after cumming. You always have to keep water or some other drink close by, or be prepared for a trip to the kitchen after you're done.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mikey really wants to try double penetration… he's not too sure if his body could even handle that, considering that your cock is too much sometimes, but he fantasizes about it often 😳

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, he's not completely clueless about sex, but he has zero practical experience before you two get together. His knowledge mainly extends to simple masturbation.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. May include a visual)

Mikey likes being held; so fucking him against the wall while his legs are locked behind your torso, or holding him up in general is lovely 🤤

He can also appreciate a good mating press, when he's in the mood.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I'd say he's somewhere in the middle? He's not stone-faced during sex, but y'all aren't doing a stand-up routine during it either, ya know?

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Very well groomed/taken care of. But he doesn't shave himself bald or wax any of his body hair. Mikey's hair is slightly finer than most people's, so he doesn't have to trim too often, and he will dye it to match the hair on his head. So, his pubes are blond when he's blond, white if his hair is white, and black if it's black. And any other colours too.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Manjiro is incredibly affectionate, intimacy is a requirement no matter how long you're having sex.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation was all Mikey knew before you started dating. His fingers helped him through a lot of stressful times, but he never used toys or anything.

Now, while you're together, Mikey will still masturbate, and quite a lot too. Between your handsome self (and handsome cock) and the effects of T, this poor guy is hornier than ever!

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

SIZE 📢 KINK 📢 BABYYYYYYY 📢

And breeding, hair pulling, a tiny free use kink, and probably roleplay too.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

I feel like he would enjoy car sex a lot? There's the risk of passersby looking through the glass and seeing Mikey's cunt gush around your cock, but the benefit of it being close quarters is nice for him too. That way you'll have to hold him close 😚

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything that shines a light on your difference in size; measuring hands, standing next to him and looking down at him, measuring your dick with his bottom growth 🥴

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you with any of his siblings. Mikey isn't opposed to polyamory, but if you're dating him then you cannot date his siblings at the same time, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Or mentioning someone else during sexy times.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He likes giving and receiving equally 💛

Oh, to be on his knees, sucking your cock until his jaw hurts. His darkening cheeks stretched by your pretty length, and your hand firmly tangled in his hair. Or, to be spoiled by your head in between his legs, working your magic on his pretty cunt until Mikey's thighs quiver endlessly~

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Any pace is a good pace tbh. Although, if you really want to punish him, keep the pace horribly slow, and hold him down so that he can't move away or increase the pleasure.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

One quickie every blue moon is not a problem, but don't make them a regular thing. Manjiro needs proper, affection sex.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Sometimes, yes. He has to be in the right headspace if you want to try riskier kinks though. Now, having sex when you only have a few minutes before you need to be somewhere/get something done? That's more of the kind of risk that Mikey will take.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Just 2, usually. You'd think his stamina would be better given his strength in fights, but the emotional aspect of sex tires him out more quickly.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mikey doesn't own any himself, but he is a little curious if he knows you have some. As long as you promise to make him feel extra good, I think he'd enjoy a vibe or pet play accessories. :)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not much of a tease. The most Manjiro will do to tease you is mention/show how wet he is.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Whiny little man, and his moans are like the cries of an angel. The closer to an orgasm Mikey is, the louder and more frequently he moans.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

TW watersports, sort of

(This is definitely not influenced by someone else's fic…nope, not at all) Mikey will occasionally pee if he's too overstimulated. If you truly push him to his limit and keep fucking him, he's unable to control his bladder. He is slightly ashamed of this, but if you're reassuring (or actually think it's hot) then he's extremely thankful <3

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Thanks to T, Mikey has a decent amount of bottom growth. His tcock is still proportionate to his body. I also think that Mikey's labia wouldn't be as pronounced as some people's are.

As he gets older, I can definitely see him pursuing bottom surgery, and before that, his bottom growth gets even bigger the longer he's on HRT.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Relatively average, although he definitely gets more needy when he's on his period. Even after hormones stop his period, Mikey will randomly get super horny every few months.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As mentioned in the Stamina section, Mikey conks right out afterwards, usually. At the very least, he needs to lie down and rest before he can go about his day again.

[sillyladydinosaur]

Manjiro Sano x Reader

Mikey—Manjiro Sano—was invincible. That’s what everyone said. He was the king, the strongest, the one who never broke. But you knew better. Beneath that unshakable facade, there was something else—someone else. And you were the only one he allowed to see it.

The first time you saw it happen, it was subtle.Mikey had a way of carrying himself that made it seem like nothing could touch him. He laughed, he fought, he led—always one step ahead, always untouchable. But late at night, when it was just the two of you, something changed.It started with the little things. The way his shoulders slumped when he thought you weren’t looking. The way his fingers twitched, seeking something—comfort, warmth, something he wouldn’t dare ask for out loud.And then, one night, it finally happened.Mikey sat on the floor of your apartment, back pressed against the couch, his head tilted back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. His half-lidded eyes followed you lazily as you approached, and for the first time, you saw it—the silent plea in his gaze.You knelt beside him, brushing your fingers lightly against his jaw.

“Mikey…”

He didn’t answer, just exhaled softly, tilting his head into your touch. The weight of the world was slipping from his shoulders, piece by piece, as he let himself sink into something he didn’t quite understand—something he only allowed with you.

“Say it,” you whispered, leaning in closer.

His breath hitched. “I don’t—”

“Yes, you do.”

His lips parted, but no words came out at first. His pride, his strength—everything that made him Mikey—fought against it. But you waited. You always waited.And then, finally, in a voice so quiet you barely caught it—

“Please.”

It was a surrender, not of defeat, but of trust. Of knowing that, for once, he didn’t have to be the strong one. That here, with you, he could be something else. Someone else.You smiled softly, fingers tracing the curve of his jaw before tilting his chin up.

“Good boy.”

A shiver ran through him. His hands clenched at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for you. You could see it—the struggle, the need, the quiet yearning he’d buried under years of being unbreakable.But here, in the safety of your touch, Mikey wasn’t invincible. He was just a boy, aching for something real.And you? You would give him everything.

[linnea-parker]

Just thinking about the TR boys who have a cute little dick...

Warnings : Humiliation, Footjob, Pegging, Blowjob, Ball Torture (I love cute men with small dicks--

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Mikey - He is so cute and sensitive :(. Getting hard with any stimulation from you and completely desperate for touch, his pathetic little dick just wanted to bury itself in your pussy, but he came just from feeling your slight squeeze-- When it is hard, its length reaches up to 7cm and when soft, it is imperceptible at 4cm, the tip is so pink and the rest is the same tone as your skin

When you gave him your first blowjob, it was humiliating to see him take it all in his mouth effortlessly, but it was worth it to be able to cum on your tongue once.. or better, cum four times in your mouth, it looked like you really enjoyed sucking his small cock.

And his balls then-!!! They are two cute and soft little balls, you almost felt bad squeezing them without mercy, but it seems that Mikey likes pain.🥴

Souya - This baby was so embarrassed, others always saw him with an angry face trying to intimidate, and here he is with a measly 6cm :'(, He literally came just from you pressing your foot into his groin under the table, crying into your chest in embarrassment afterwards.

Despite such a small length, he surprisingly had slightly larger balls, not that much, but already larger than Mikey's. It's embarrassing for him to admit that you sucking them is one off his favorite activity in bed.

And when you sit on his face letting him eat your pussy, you can see his hard cock without it barely making a bulge in your pants, so adorable!! 🥺

Chifuyu - Chifuyu was so surprised that you wanted to have sex with him even with his normally undesirable size, he understood when you appeared in the room with a strap-on around your waist- 🤭 (In favor of neglecting your cock so you can fill it to the brim, He's so small, you have a better and bigger toy)

Let him kneel at your feet and rub his pathetic length on your calf, he's only 6cm anyway, so it's not that complicated to fuck your foot, Chifuyu likes humiliation too much-

One particular day, you innocently decided to sit on your boyfriend's lap.. Yes, he's cumming so hard that it almost leaks out of his pants, But it's not his fault he could feel the heat of her pussy rubbing against him--

[frankfukers]

*Cracks knuckles*

Your wish is MY command!! Heeheehee!!! >:3

SO-Bratty Mikey Way. Oh that boy knows how he can get exactly just enough underneath your skin. Little things here and there like standing just a bit too close but not enough, giving you looks when you’re not looking and then turning away and acting ignorant. He’d been purposefully ignoring you whenever you mentioned or said his name. Don’t think as well you haven’t noticed the ways he smiles more and acts very ‘casual’ with others he speaks with, AND those being the times his eyes float to you, trying to gauge and get a reaction

He’d refuse to give or make eye contact, at some points you even caught him smirking to himself. That made something twinge in you. Oh absolutely not you little shi-your patience with him, and your will and strength against his temptations had been growing SEE THROUGH thin. You’ve eventually had enough.

“Mikey”, you command in that specific tone. He stiffens for a brief second, before he turns his head over his shoulder to regard you

“What?”, is he says, before you come up and press him HARD against the wall, pinning his hands over his head as he looks at you with a quickly shifting expression of surprise and shock. His cheeks flush a slight pink at the manhandling, but he’s not complaining

“You think being a little flirt is how you’re gonna get my attention? Not the smartest choice!”, and grinding your leg against his crotch

He lets out a choked noise, whining and moaning as he practically surrenders then and there, biting his lip as he tries to grind against you. “Mmm-wanted-…wanted you to touch me-throw me around like this-“

You attack his neck with teeth and your lips as he lets out a drawn out mix between that whine and moan he’s nonstop making

He looks wrecked and desperate just from being touched like this, he’s clearly riled up and so fucking horny and buzzing underneath his hot skin

“Please-please-I-I need it-“, he’s so pretty when he begs. “What’s your safe word?”, his fingers are trembling as he grips at your shirt, “N-New Mexico” he shakily whispers

You grin at him, devilish and toothy as you tell him, “I’m gonna fuck you raw and hard. You’re gonna feel this for days, then you’ll remember who’s good boy you are”

(GUESS WHO!! IT’S DIRECTOR ANON ! I WAS THE ONE THAT SENT THE FIRST MESSAGE HEEHEE WILL DEFINITELY WRITE MORE FOR YOU IN THE FUTURE AND I’LL MAKE IT *SINFUL* 😎💄💋)

OMG YOU'RE SO SWEET!!! <3 <3 this is totally perfect, and i would love more stuff in my inbox at any time

[dex0s]

☆ ⌒Short smut ˑ 𖥔

!Draken x reader x Mikey!

A/N Ngl I’m starting to get writers block but this is all smut because I’m too lazy to make a story. Warning; your ass getting called a boypussy

Image you waking up to both of your holes stuffed.

One cock in your ass and the other in your mouth.

Mikey and Draken had the biggest crush on the cashier at the bakery that they would go to.

They slowly got to know you better and it got to a point your guys would have sleepovers or hangouts.

But tonight they were going to do something they have been waiting for.

Draken asked if you wanted to have a sleepover at his house just you and him and of course you accept.

You had ended up falling asleep on the movie you guys were watching and that’s was when the plan was set in motion.

Draken had called Mikey over so they can start yet Draken was getting inpatient so he decided that he would start without Mikey.

By the time Mikey finally arrived Draken already had his cock in your ass with you moaning underneath him.

You moaned as Draken pounded your “boypussy”, you hear to door open and you see Mikey standing there with a pouty face. “You know you could have waited until I was here” he said

Yet he got no response due to Draken being too drunk on your ass. Mikey walked up to you two and from the corner of your eye is can see the tightness in his pants.

Draken knew he was close to release so he started to become sloppy with his thrust. Mikey settled on the bed and pulled out his hard cock, took one of your hands and started to use it to jerk himself off.

Draken finally released his warm cum in your slimy walls but he wasn’t near done. Draken slipped out of your walls and said, “Mikey it’s your turn”, Mikey quickly climbed over to where Draken was sitting.

Mikey slides in easily with Draken’s cum and your walls already prepped, Not even seconds later Mikey was pounding into you like a dog in heat.

“D-damn you feel amazing” is what Mikey said, Mikey took one of your nipples in his mouth sucking like you would lactate some milk.

As you opened your mouth to gasp and Draken took this as an opportunity to slip his cock in your mouth.

Before you can a breath of air Draken already started to thrust in your mouth not caring if you can breathe or not. He’s more worried about chasing his high than you.

Finally after the third round you can feel both of them getting sloppy. That when you felt something warm in your ass and a salty taste in your mouth.

Closing your eyes someone slap your ass. “Don’t go to sleep now, we still have the whole night ahead of us”