⇢ summary: Mikey’s all time favorites are your eyes filled with tears and desperate moans calling for his name—a picture-perfect painting for him.
⇢ word count:1k+
⇢ content warnings: smut, dom!mikey, mirror sex, degradation kink, fingering (f! receiving), dacryphilia, spitting, talks about gunplay (but it doesn’t actually happen), and overstimulation
⇢ note: i wrote this today in like an hour ASJAKADJDAAKA im sorry if its shit T_T im a bit rusty in writing smut (cries) also pls pls pls read the warnings before reading!!! also v v v unedited
“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” Mikey’s words are hot in your ear, pumping his nimble fingers inside your wet cunt. Arching your body, you lean closer to the snow-haired man. You follow his words, eyes bleary staring straight at the reflection. “The sight’s clearer, isn’t it? Mhm, yeah?”
Currently thinking about Dabi having a nightmare when he stays over at your apartment for a few days. And it’s nothing new. He can’t remember the last time he had a peaceful slumber, doesn’t believe that he ever experienced a dream that didn’t show him cruel pictures of blood and branded the smell of burned flesh into his mind and by now, he’s used to it. It’s impossible to change what his thoughts evoke once his eyes drift shut and at this point, he’s unfazed, no matter what horror movie begins to play in the depths of his head.
