The fact that people actually like my Mikey fanfic Ignite is throwing me so hard. I felt like it was SO disjointed and messy and seeing that people actually find it good is just 🤯🤯
The fact that people actually like my Mikey fanfic Ignite is throwing me so hard. I felt like it was SO disjointed and messy and seeing that people actually find it good is just 🤯🤯
a/n: okay hi yeah i'm sorry this is so late 🥹 i really got out of a writing groove, next will definitely be written so don't mind if I'm late on the next chapter 🥹
“…like a starship speeding into the night, you and I get lost in the infinite lights…”
Warnings: Fem!Reader, MINORS DNI, kinda edited but there are probably still mistakes, smut, slight age gap (reader is 20, mikey is 27), mentions of needles, oral (Fem!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, praise, name calling (angel, princess), teasing, aftercare, probably more
Word Count: 4.4k I went just a bit overboard, oops 😂
Authors Note: This is one of my entries for @sweet-seishu Body Mod Collab!! This is so much longer than I meant for it to be, and it took me way too long to write, but it’s finally here. (Please take the Mitsuya cameo as an apology, my love.)
The little bell above the door chimed as you and your best friend walked into the tattoo parlor. The cool air of the shop helped calm your nerves as you walked up to the counter where your best friend's boyfriend is sitting, looking through a sketchbook.
Mitsuya looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave you both a smile as he saw you. His eyes quickly moved to your friend who didn’t even pause as she went behind the counter and put her arms around his shoulders from behind.
“What are you two doing here so late?” He asked as he placed a kiss onto her hands.
You give your friend a look as she just smiled at you, only tightening her arms around his shoulders. Diverting your attention to Mitsyua you answer his question with a smile, “I’ve decided to go ahead with my idea of getting a tattoo for my birthday this year.”
“That’s great! Do you know who you want it done by?” Mitsuya opened the appointment book next to him and looked through the openings for the next few days.
“I was going to let you decide that, based on the design and who you think would do the best.” You open your phone to pull up the design and hand it to him. He contemplated the design for a few minutes before handing the phone back to you.
“Personally I think Mikey’s style would be the best for this, and he’s available for a few hours tomorrow, if that works for you. Do you know where and how big you want it?” Mitsuya picked up a pen to put your name down, still listening to what you wanted.
“I’m thinking of having it pretty big on my right thigh.” You nervously chuckle, thinking about Mikey, and having his hands on you as he works, making you blush.
“Yeah, that should be doable. It might take more than one session, though, with the level of detail you probably want. Mikey’s pretty meticulous about-”.
“Meticulous about what?” Mikey himself asked as he walked out of the hall from the back rooms. His dark eyes looking between the three of you. He was as beautiful as always, his dark hair framing his face perfectly. The lines of the tattoo on his neck peeking out from under his shirt. All you can think about is licking the lines of the tattoo…you give your head a slight shake, trying to focus back on the conversation.
“Hey Mikey, you heading out?” Mitsuya asked, turning around in your friend's arms. He put his own arms around her waist and gave her a proper hug which made your friend hum.
“Yeah, got an appointment I have to get to. You didn’t answer my question, though.” He pointedly said while keeping his eyes on you. You and Mikey knew each other in passing, you’d hang out as a group, but never alone. You couldn’t deny you had a small crush on him, which your friend loved to tease you about. Especially when she caught you looking at him.
“Oh, she’s decided to get a tattoo for her birthday.” Mitsyua said, pointing his thumb in your direction. “She asked who would do the best with it and I recommended you.”
Mikey raised a brow as he walked closer to you, making you almost want to back up from the intense look in his eyes. “What design are you wanting exactly?” He asked, stopping a bit too close to you.
You took out your phone to show him the design, knowing you wouldn’t be able to speak without stuttering and embarrassing yourself. You hand him your phone and silently hope he doesn’t notice your slightly shaking hands.
If he does, he doesn’t say anything, just takes your phone and looks down at the photo. “Yeah , I can do this. Did you know where you want it?” Mikey looked back up at you, still holding your phone.
“Um, on my thigh, the right one, if possible.” You answer quietly, not being able to keep eye contact with him for long.
Mikey seemed amused at your nerves. “Do you know how big you want it to be?”
You steel your nerves, reminding yourself that it’s just a crush and you wouldn’t let it get in the way of what you want. “I want it to be kinda big, taking up most of the front of my thigh.” You use your hands to show him about where and how big you wanted it.
When you looked at him again his eyes looked contemplative, keeping his eyes on your legs. “That should be doable.” Mikey says as he walks over to the desk, rolling his eyes at Mitsuya and your friend being lovey. “Get a room you two, We’re in public.” He comments as he looks over his appointments.
“Oh don’t worry, we will.” Your friend gave Mikey, and you, a sly smile, while Mitsuya just blushed. She went back to placing light kisses on his face and ignoring you two.
Mikey rolled his eyes again and looked back at you. “The appointment tomorrow is only for three hours, and it will probably take longer than that to get this done.” Mikey held up your phone and continued. “Would you mind if I send myself this photo so I can work up a sketch to go on?”
“Yeah of course.” You say, your eyes roaming over his face. Out of the corner of your eye you see your friend smirk at you, but you can’t figure out why. Once Mikey is done, he hands you back your phone, your figures brushing, sending goosebumps up your arm at the contact.
“I’ve gotta go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow for your appointment.” He gives you a smile and waves at Mitsuya and your friend as he leaves.
Your friend gives Mitsuya one last kiss on his lips with a promise to see him later and takes your hand as you two walk out, you send Mitsuya a wave as you get dragged out of the shop.
“So, after a year of pinning you finally got his number huh?” Your friend teases you as you get in the car. You freeze for a second in your seat before pulling out your phone to check your messages. There, sitting at the top, was a new message and contact, the name simply reading ‘Mikey’. You smiled to yourself and locked your phone, not wanting your friend to catch you staring at it.
–
The next day, you showed up five minutes early to your appointment. As you walked in you saw Mitsuya and Mikey talking at the desk. You walked over to them, catching part of their conversation.
“Finally getting your chance, huh?” Mitsuya teased him.
“Shut up, it’s not that big of a deal.” Mikey grumbled, staring at his phone.
“Just saying man, try not to waste it. Everyone but you can see the way you two-” Mitsuya cut off what he was going to say as you walked up. “Oh hey! Ready to finally do this?” Mikey looked up at you as you approached, quickly locking and putting away his phone.
“Let’s go to my station, so you can see the design and we can get started.” Mikey grabbed your hand and tried to move you away from his friend quickly.
“You know, wearing jeans when you’re getting a thigh tattoo wasn’t the smartest choice right?” Mitsuya’s voice caught your ears but you didn’t think about his words as you focused on Mikey’s warm hand holding yours.
Mikey pulled you over to his designated area, letting go of your hand to pick up what looked like a sketch book. He motioned you to sit in the chair and pulled up his stool to sit closer to you. He flipped open his book to a marked page and turned it towards you. “You can take a minute to look it over and let me know if you want anything changed.”
You took the book from him and looked down at the drawing. It was beautiful. Your eyes danced over the sketch he had drawn for you, taking in the intricate details and flowing lines. You looked up at Mikey with a smile, “It’s perfect. I love it.” His intense eyes studied your face, a smile curled at his lips as took in your expression.
“Perfect. I prefer to do tattoos free hand. Will that bother you?” Mikey asked as he started to get his equipment ready.
“If that’s what you want, it’s good with me. You’re the expert here.” You watch as he rolls up his sleeves, not being able to look away from his hands flexing.
Mikey looked over at you and seemed to hesitate before speaking again. “Since you’re getting this done on your thigh, I’m going to need access to your leg…” He trailed off, his eyes fixed on your legs.
The words Mitsuya called out to you finally clicked. You would have to pull your jeans down to let him work. Your mouth went dry and your face heated up. “Oh, right, of course.”
“I can get something to block off the space if it will make you feel more comfortable.” He offered, running his hand through his dark hair.
“I would really appreciate that, if it’s not too much trouble.” You can’t look up at him, so you just keep your eyes on your hands.
Mikey walks away and comes back a few minutes later with a partition, maneuvering it to block off the space from wandering eyes. You stood up to pull your jeans down, while Mikey continued to get his things ready to begin, pointedly keeping his back to you giving you a bit of privacy.
When he turned back around, you were sitting on the chair, your pants pulled down to just below your knees. You pulled your tank top down to try to save some modesty, but it didn’t seem to do much. Mikey turned back around, his gaze drifted down to your legs, but you couldn’t decipher the look in them.
Mikey cleared his throat before looking back up into your eyes. “Ready to get started?” He sat back on the stool as you simply nodded your head. He grabbed the wipes next to him. “I just need to clean the area off, then we can start, ok?” All you could do was nod again as Mikey placed his gloved hand on your knee.
He rubbed the wipe on up and down your thigh, seeming to take his time. Once He deems the arena clean enough, he picked up his tattoo gun and looked at you one last time. “This is probably going to hurt at first, but once you get used to it, it can be relaxing. Just let me know if you need to take a break, ok?” He explained while situating his arm between your legs to get a better angle at the space he would be working on.
You give Mikey a small smile and nod, focusing more on the arm he put between your legs. Your breathing gets heavier as his fingers unconsciously stroked your knee. You hear the buzzing and jerk your head towards the sound.
Mikey chucked a little at your expression before focusing back on his work. As the needle touched your skin you took a sharp inhale and clenched your hands together. Mikey seemed to notice you tensing under his hand. “Just breathe angel, close your eyes and relax.” You closed your eyes and relaxed into the chair, choosing to focus on his soothing and warm hand. It wasn’t too long before you drifted off to sleep.
–
You woke up to a warm hand on your face, opening your eyes to see Mikey smiling softly at you. “Is something wrong?” You ask sleepily, rubbing your eyes.
“No, angel. We’re done for today, you slept through the whole thing.” He chuckled at your confused look. “It’s really not that uncommon, a lot of people fall asleep while getting tattoos.” He held his hand out to help you stand up. When you put weight on your right leg, you falter, almost falling but Mikey quickly puts his arms around you to keep you steady.
“Don’t rush, your leg is probably a little sore. You can sit as long as you need.” He didn’t seem to want to let go of you, keeping his arms tight around you. You stood in his arms for a few more minutes, slowly putting your own arms around his shoulders.
When you looked up at him you noticed your faces were centimeters apart, your breaths mingling. Looking into his eyes, you saw as they looked between your eyes and lips. “Mikey..” you breathed out his name just before his lips connected with yours.
You melted into his arms, kissing him back. His lips were so soft against yours, moving hesitantly, almost like he was worried you would pull away from. You would never pull away from him, not when you had been wanting this since you met him. You move your hands to his hair, pulling him closer, and moan into the kiss, forgetting everything around you.
He runs his tongue along your lips, and you open for him, letting him take whatever he wants. His tongue explores your mouth, making your hands tighten in his hair. You push your body completely against his, wanting more of him. He groans at the feeling of your body against his, he moves his hands down to your ass and squeezes.
You can feel him getting hard where your bodies are pressed together. You grind on him, trying to get more friction for burning heat inside of you. Mikey pulls away from the kiss, ghosting his lips over your check, moving to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Mikey chuckles at your eagerness, “Not here, princess. You’ll get what you want, but somewhere more private, where I can make you moan as loud as I want.” His words do nothing to help the need inside of you.
“Please, Mikey, need you so bad.” You breathe out, moving your face to kiss him again. He meets you halfway and gives you another heated kiss. It’s shorter than you want, Mikey pulling away before you’re ready.
“Come on, let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” He pulled his body away from yours, leaving you cold. He took your hand in his, pulling you behind him and towards the door. As you walk past the desk, Mitsuya looks up at the two of you, a small smirk on his face.
“About fucking time you two got togther.” you hear him mutter as you leave.
–
Mikey kept his hand on your thigh the entire drive back to his apartment, using his thumb to draw circles over your skin slowly getting closer to your core but never quite touching you, keeping you on edge and needing more.
He barely waited until the door shut behind you two to have his hands and mouth on you again. He pushed you up against the wall, his hands going to your hips, his mouth on yours. His kiss was frenzied, his tongue licking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. All you can do is melt into him, letting him take what he wants from you.
You part your lips, his tongue tangling with yours. His hands move down to your ass squeezing, before moving down further to the back of your thighs. You lift them, wrapping your legs around his waist. You grind yourself against his already hard cock, needing more friction. Your hands wrapping around his shoulders, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
He pulls you from the wall, supporting your weight, and walking with you in his arms. His lips haven’t left yours, still kissing you as if you were his air. He took you into his room and only pulled away from the kiss to lay you gently on his bed. He loomed over you, raking his eyes over your form.
He groaned at how disheveled you already looked, lips swollen from the kissing and your eyes blown out with lust. “I’ve wanted to have you in my bed for so long, and now that you’re here, it’s better than I could have imagined.” Mikey murmured, leaned down over you and placed another teasing kiss on your lips before you could respond, moving off you again, just as quickly.
Your head was swimming with his words, but they were quickly pushed to the back of your mind as his hands reached for the edge of your shirt and you lifted up off the bed a little to help him get it off of you. Mikey eyes immediately going to your breasts, you reach around to unclasp your bra tossing it to the side.
You watch as Mikey licks his lips as he stares at your bare chest, before he leaned down and places teasing kisses around your right breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around, making you moan. His free hand moves to your other breast, kneading it. Your hands in hair tug his head head up to have him look at you.
“Mikey, please, need you.” You breathe out, your hands reaching for his shirt trying to get it off of him. He helps you, lifting his shirt over his head. Your eyes roam over his muscles, watching them flex, and wanting to run your mouth over them. You shake your head, promising yourself that you would indulge in all your fantasies later. You hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you were with him.
His hands quickly moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them and looking up at you, seemingly asking permission. You nod, and Mikey quickly pulls them down, along with your panties. He drops them to the floor, unable to pull his eyes from your naked body in front of him. He takes off the rest of his clothes and you finally get to see his body, fully exposed to you.
His already hard cock makes you lick your lips. Mikey chuckles seeing this, “Next time, angel. Right now is about you.” He places his lips back on your neck, teasing his way down your body, before settling himself between your legs. He uses his hands to keep you spread, giving him the space to do what he wants.
Mikey places teasing kisses on your upper thighs, making you thrust your hips up wanting him to stop his teasing. He gives in and moves to place an open mouth kiss on your aching cunt, causing you to whimper, your hands threading through his hair.
His tongue swirls around your clit, sucking it lightly, you arch your back at the intense feeling. One of his hands moves from your thigh, pushing one of his fingers slowly into your pussy, your eyes rolling back. He pulls his mouth away slightly, “So tight, baby, gotta loosen you up if you want my cock.” He groans before you feel his tongue toying with your clit again, his finger slowly starts to pump in and out of you, building up a steady pace, before adding another moving them faster.
You can feel your orgasm getting closer as he plays your body like a finely tuned instrument. “Mikey, please need to cum, need it so bad.” You whine loudly, making Mikey groan, feeling your cunt clench around his fingers.
“Go ahead, angel, cum on my fingers. Want to feel you let go.” His words sound slurred, he curls his fingers and the pressure inside you snapes, your vision going white and your hands tugging his hair with the pleasure coursing through you.
He removes his fingers, his tongue moving to lick up all your release, helping you come down from your high. He sits up on his knees the moonlight streaming in from the window bathing him in soft light, making him almost ethereal to your hazy mind. His tongue darts out to lick your wetness off his face, lifting his fingers to clean them off as well. “You taste so good princess, could send hours eating this sweet pussy of yours. But I want to feel you to come on my cock now.”
You reach your hands out to him, wanting to feel him on top of you again. Not able to ask him with words, your mind still not functioning properly after your orgasm. He takes in the view of you fucked out in front of him, your breast bouncing with the quickness of your breaths.
He leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his arms resting beside your head, keeping some of his weight off of you, your mouths meeting in a heated kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, focusing on this kiss so much your breath hitches when you feel his cock pressing against your slit. He paused for only a second before pushing himself into your wet cunt.
You mewl at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders, trying to distract yourself from the pain. He groans at the feeling of your pulsing around him, your pussy feeling like it’s trying to pull him in further. He does his best to go slow, trying not to hurt you, but he can’t stop himself from bottoming out in one thrust. “So good angel, you feel so good around me.” He breaths into your ear, placing a small kiss on your jaw, breathing heavy from the pleasure of finally being nestled in your warm walls.
“Too much, s’too much.” You manage to get out, feeling tears gather in your eyes.
“Just relax for me, princess, relax so I can make you feel good. Y’er squeezing me so fucking tight.” Mikey moves one hand down your body, pressing his thumb to your clit slowly rubbing it in small circles. Adjusting to his size, you relax your hold on him. His thrusts start slow and shallow, before he works up his speed, pulling out more with each thrust, until only his tip stays in you, thrusting back into you hard, his tip hitting your sweet spot.
Your moans and whimpers spur him on, until he’s pounding into you. The tears gathering in your eyes start to fall as he abuses your sweet spot, his hand that was rubbing your clit moving up to massage your breast, his fingers rubbing your nipple sending waves of pleasure through you.
“Please…Mikey…need to cum, need it so bad…” Your words were slurred, barely understandable, tears still falling from your eyes, you can’t think straight with how good his cock is making you feel.
He removes his face from where he was nipping at the skin of your neck, seeing the tears on your face he leans in to kiss them away, never stopping the movement of his hips. “Go ahead and cum princess, wanna feel you make a mess.” His hand moved from your breast and up to your neck, squeezing just enough to cut off your air, but still leave marks on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
That was the last push you needed to fall off the edge, your mind blanked, back arching off the bed, as you moaned his name. Mikey groaned, feeling your pussy clench tight around him, pounding even harder into you, lessening his hold on your neck, but not letting go.
All you could say was his name, chanting it while trying to come down. Your nails dragging down his back as you feel the overstimulation taking over. “Mikey-too much, can’t take anymore.” You're sobbing now, all the feelings in your body clashing with each other.
“Yes you can, princess, just a little bit more. Want me to fill this little cunt up don’t you?” He kissed his way to your lips, before sealing them together, swallowing your whines.
“Yes, yes, fill me up, please, want your cum.” you try to say against his lips, not sure if he could even understand you. Mikey thrusts become erratic, seeking his own high. After a few more thrusts, the image of your face, so beautiful and fucked out underneath him, is what did him in.
He pushed as far as he could into you, not wanting to waste a drop of his cum, groaning as your pussy fluttered around him. You moan at the feeling of his hot cum spilling into you, making you feel even almost too full.
Mikey’s thrusts turned shallow, trying to keep his high as long as possible, not wanting the moment to end. He breathes coming quickly, his cock softening inside of you. He didn’t want to pull out, but knew he should. As much as he wanted to keep going his energy was leaving him, and he still needed to take care of you and make sure you were ok.
He fell beside you, putting his arm around your waist. “Are you ok, princess?” He murmured quietly, not wanting to break the peace surrounding you two now. The smile on your face, taking his breath away for a second. He knew that he was hooked on you, on your smile, your taste, even your presence.
All you could was nod at his question, your brain still muddled from the pleasure. He smiled at you, before rolling over and standing up. You whimper, thinking the moment is over, but he shushes you, leaning down to place a quick kiss on your forehead. “Just getting a towel to clean you up, princess, I’ll be right back.”
True to his word, Mikey was back a moment later, wet washcloth in hand. He was gentle as cleaned you up, the coolness of it felt wonderful against your heated skin. His eyes roving over your body, stopping on your neck. He could see bruises forming from when he choked you, a bit of guilt swirling in his mind. He took the cloth back to his bathroom, cleaning himself up while in there.
When he was done, he climbed back into bed pulling you close, and murmuring sweet words in your ear, helping lull you into a peaceful sleep. Mikey stayed awake a little longer, finger brushing up and down your back, sighing as you nuzzled your face into his chest. Your now even breathing and steady heartbeat helping him find his own way to sleep, looking forward to waking up with you in his arms.
fuck he'd love it. his needy little princess desperate to feel him inside her. he'd help you sink down nice n slow, a deep groan escaping his lips as he finally bottoms out inside you. you'd lean back against him, his hands roaming your torso as he kept telling you to stay still. your walls would pulse around him, making him let out small groans into your ear as his hand when lower, gently rubbing your clit as his other hand played with your breasts. it takes everything in him not to pound into you, the moans leaving your mouth making his cock twitch as he continued to tease you. your orgasm would approach so quickly, your body more sensitive from the weed that your crying out his name in minutes, creaming around him as he helped you ride it out, whispering praises in your ear as he started to thrust up into you, making you whine at the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your tight heat.
before you know it he's got you pinned to the mattress, fucking you roughly, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until your a dumb little mess.
“…if you’re lost in the darkness, I’ll carry your throne. No, I won’t let it swallow you whole…”
Synopsis: You comfort Mikey after a Nightmare
Content Warning: fluff, angst, probably ooc Mikey, nightmares, mentions of reader dying, mentions of blood, depression
Word Count: 888
Author’s note: I wrote this cause I hate myself. It’s awful but I needed to get it out of my head, so here you go 🤷♀️
Mikey woke up in a cold sweat, his heart beating so hard in his chest he thought he could feel it bruising his ribs, his breath coming fast. He could still feel your blood on his hands as he held your dying body in his nightmare. Shot and killed by one of his countless enemies just for being with him.
He reached a hand over to your side of the bed, looking for the comfort you always gave him so freely. Mikey’s heart suddenly stopped when he couldn’t feel you where you were supposed to be next to him. The bed was cold and he could feel tears forming in his eyes. He thought it was just a nightmare. Just some awful dream that his mind conjured up to mess with him.
But maybe it was real. The phantom blood on him caused those tears to finally fall from his eyes. Mikey hadn’t cried in years, but the images plaguing his mind, of your dull eyes and pale face looking up at him-he shook his and wiped his face, not wanting to accept it.
A loud sound from outside your shared room startled Mikey away from his dark thoughts. He quickly got out of bed and sought out the source of the noise. He tried everything to keep that sliver of hope out of his chest, but he couldn’t help it.
He slowly made his way into the kitchen where he saw you. Wearing his shirt and standing at the stove as the kettle in front of you slowly started to heat up. Mikey stood by the island in your kitchen silently and watched as you kept your eyes on the kettle.
“A watched pot never boils ya know?” Mikey said quietly, startling you out of reverie.
“Jiro, you scared me. Did I wake you up?” You said with you hand over your heart, which was beating fast at the sudden voice.
Mikey didn’t answer, just walked to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Jiro, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.” You could feel how his body shook but couldn’t think of what would cause it. You just stood there, arms wrapped around him.
“Just a bad dream is all, needed to feel you with me.” Mikey mumbled into your neck as his arms tightened even more around you. “You weren’t next to me. Why did you get up?” Mikey tried his best to keep his unease and sadness out of his voice. The last thing he wanted to do was upset you.
“Just got a little thirsty, decided to make some tea to help me get back to sleep. Do you want some?” Mikey debated your words for a second and shook his head. After another minute the kettle started whistling so he reluctantly let go, so you could finish making the tea.
“Do you want to sit with me while I drink this then?” You held the mug carefully in your hands, and looked at your boyfriend. You could read him better than almost anyone. You could see how tired and sad he was, even if he tried to hide it behind a calm face.
Without waiting for his answer you took his hand and led him back to the living room, sitting carefully on the couch and motioning Mikey to sit beside you. He instead layed down with his head in your lap, keeping his eyes on your face.
The room was quiet, but Mikey’s mind couldn’t get over his nightmare. He finally broke the silence after the noise in his mind became too much for him to handle. “Promise you’ll never leave me?”
His question caught you off guard, causing you to look down at him with worried eyes. “Of course, my love. I’ll be with you forever.” You slowly run your fingers through his hair, doing your best to soothe him from his worries.
Mikey closes his eyes and focuses on your hand. He loves the feeling of you touching him in any way. If he could, he would keep you with him at all times. But for your safety, he can’t. He would do anything to keep his nightmare as just that. He doesn’t want to know how he would react to losing you. The last piece of light in his ever darkening world.
You finish drinking your tea in silence, keeping your hand in Mikey’s hair and just savoring the moment. When you move to get up, and put your cup in the sink, Mikey takes it from you and sets it on the coffee table. He keeps a hold of your wrist and uses it to tug you back to the room.
A soft smile creeps onto your face as you climb back into bed only for Mikey to climb in beside you and immediately pull you into him. He keeps his arms tight around your waist and tangles his legs with yours.
“Please never leave me again.” He mutters into your ear he holds onto you.
You can’t figure out where this is coming from, so you just hold onto him as tightly as he holds you. “I promise I won’t Manjiro. I’ll be by your side forever.” You say back quietly. This seems to calm him down and you both slowly fall back into sleep, keeping your hold on one another through the night.
Author’s note: I wrote this in like 5 minutes, I hope it’s not terrible 😂 I also wrote this cause SOMEONE caused me pain. 👀 looking at you bestie, looking at you.
Word Count: 383
Hanma is restless when he sleeps. Always flailing around with his long limbs. So when you sleep in the same bed with him, you’ve taken to laying on top of him.
This first time you did this he sleepily asked what you were doing, you answered with a kiss to his chin and then tucked your head into his neck. He decided not to ask any more questions, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer anyways. He just drapes his arms around you and goes back to sleep.
After that first time, you kept doing it and eventually it became a habit. Your head resting on his chest with his arms security around you. You love to listen to his heartbeat as you drift off. He simply loves to feel your weight on him, your steady breath on his chest, reminding him you’re still here and with him.
The first time he sleeps alone after this starts, he can’t seem to fall asleep. Not feeling calm enough without you on top of him. He reaches for his phone to text you to come over immediately and that he can’t sleep. You don’t respond to his text, but five minutes later he hears his front door opening and your soft foot falls as you make your way to his room.
“Is something wrong, Shuji? Why can’t you sleep?” Your soft voice immediately makes him melt.
“Can’t sleep without you with me, now come on, I’m tired.” He responds, opening his arms to you.
“So you just missed me then?” You tease and as you climb into his bed and get on top of him. Placing a kiss to his forehead before settling into his embrace. You hear him give a soft sigh and you smile a little. You weren’t able to sleep without him close.
“Always miss you when you aren’t with me baby.” He mumbles, locking his arms security around you as if he thought you would leave him while he slept.
You close your eyes and focus on his heartbeat, as steady as always and you fully relax into him. As you drift off, you feel him press a kiss to your head, hearing him mutter “I love you baby”. You respond to his sweet and sleepy words with a kiss to his chest.
warnings: angst, breakup, sad hours, not really sure what other warnings except that this is badly edited and written. i wrote it in five mins lol.
a/n: i did write this with a fem reader in mind but ig it can also be gn :) also if you listen to "save your breath" by jvke it was the inspo for this 😅😅
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You knew.
You didn't want to admit it to yourself, but you knew.
You looked over at Hanma, a cigarette between his lips as he watched whatever was on the TV, looking at his phone constantly as he waited for whoever he was texting to reply.
But you knew who it was, and you knew it was the reason your relationship was crumbling.
It happened at dinner a few weeks back, you made the suggestion of going on a date, it had been a while since you had both been out and you thought it might help the spark between you light back up.
You were excited, dressing up in a cute dress while Hanma wore a suit, you smiled when you walked back out to the living room after you were done getting ready, Hanma returning that smile with a small one of his own.
"You look beautiful y/n." He told you, standing up from the couch and walking towards you.
"Thank you Shuji, you look very handsome." You told him.
"Ready?" He asked, offering you his arm. You happily nodded, looping your own through his before he led you to his car so he could drive you both.
It was a disaster the minute you got there.
You noticed the way his eyes immediately went over to her when you walked into the restaurant, the way he stepped away from you just a little, dropping your arm as the hostess led you to the table. You couldn't help but look over to the other girl, her beauty knowing no bounds as you suddenly felt invisible to Hanma.
You knew who she was, he had told you about her before. His first love.
It all got worse when she left her table to come to yours, greeting your boyfriend with a huge smile as he stood up to hug her, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, making you feel insecure and hurt.
What hurt worse was when he introduced you as just "y/n" instead of his girlfriend. They talked for 20 minutes while you sat there, suddenly feeling sick.
You just wanted to leave.
It was different after that night between you two; soft kisses and gentle touches turned into pecks on the cheeks and short hugs, sex that used to be passionate seemed like such a chore now, to be honest you can't remember the last time Hanma initiated anything with you. When you brought it up, it became an argument. Everything became an argument with him lately.
You hated what you two had become. Your relationship with Hanma used to be so exhilarating. He was always surprising you, making you feel so loved, so special, like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him. Now it was like you were just a nuisance to him, always getting in his way when he was home, which was rarely ever.
You knew he spent his time with her, that much was obvious with the way he smiled when he looked at his phone. You didn't think he was cheating, Hanma was loyal to you, no matter what anyone said, but you knew he was unhappy, and honestly, you were too.
You were tired, tired of keeping a failing relationship together when you knew he wanted to be with her. You were tired of the short answers, the constant way he would ignore you, saying he was just busy with work or that his phone died.
You couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay.
So when he decided to finally say you needed to talk, you only held up your hand to stop him.
"Save your breath." You said softly. "I think this is it for us."
His head whipped over to you. You could tell by his eyes he wasn't going to fight you about it, but he really didn't know what to say.
You had to take a breath, needing to keep your tears back, because he didn't deserve to have you cry over him. "You're not happy, I can tell you're not. You're with me, when you'd rather be with her."
Hanma only stared at you.
"I'm tired of pretending we're okay when we aren't. We're just hurting each other more by staying together." You told him, everything suddenly bubbling up to the surface. "I can't keep fighting for us when you don't try to."
"Y/n I-" He started.
"Save it." You told him, getting up off the couch. "You don't have to lie to yourself about your feelings for me, and I won't hold you back from being truly happy."
"I- I do love you.." He whispered.
"Could've fooled me." You stated. "I know you did, and I'm going to cherish the good memories of us for a long time, but you don't love me the way you used to anymore, and it's okay, I've accepted it. I can't- I can't compete with your first love, and it's okay." You gave him a sad smile as you walked to grab your coat.
"Y/n I- I'm sorry.. I don't-" You had to cut him off, putting your coat on before slipping on your shoes.
"It's okay." You told him. "Honestly Hanma I'm so numb from this situation I can't be upset, just do me a favor yeah?"
"What?"
"Love her properly, don't put her through pain like this." He looked at you wide eyed, as if the way he was treating you finally became clear. "I-I'll pick up my stuff tomorrow."
He scrambled to get off the couch, wanting to run to you. "y/n just let me expl-"
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