MCR Imagines And Oneshots

♪*Clean your mind | M.W.

(A/n)

Request by teenagersblood
I'm sorry for taking so long too :///

dhsgdshjf I'm also sorry if it's confusing at some points, but it's difficult not being repetitive while describing actions of two people with the same pronouns, though smut is better when in the third person

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"could you do a mikey x trans(ftm)!reader smut
reader hasnt had bottom surgery but uses a binder and takes T"

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Stress was obvious on (y/n)'s manners as he walked in the house, not really giving Mikey much attention at first before disappearing to inside the kitchen. Mikey followed him curiously after pushing the door shut, already presuming what had happened, but preferred to be sure first - not to mention it would be the best if the other calmed down first.

Leaning forward on the counter, Mikey rested his forearms over the cold surface, quietly observing his boyfriend finishing to drink a glass of water then place it inside the sink. He was about to speak up when (y/n) inhaled deeply, about to say something when he decided to think for a bit more, until finally doing so.

"Y'know, what in the fuck is wrong with society? Why in the hell do they misgender me? And why to insist in the mistake even after being corrected? I just-" The sentence was finished with a frustrated groan as he threw his hands on the air, sighing, pressing his lips together in annoyance.

Mikey's features softened as he understood what everything was about. He offered sad smile, exhaling, and moved towards (y/n) to wrap his arms around him. "They're just idiots. They probably just wanted to annoy you for some stupid reason. Don't overthink that, okay?" Cupping (y/n)'s face, he showed his best reassuring smile - he loved the effect the gesture had, (y/n)'s cheeks instantly heating up.

The two seemed to share the same thought, leaning in for a soft kiss, what also had an instantaneous calming effect on (y/n). His mind became clearer and, though this awful feeling was still present in his chest, most of him was taken over by comfort instead. Unfortunately, the numbness lasted just for a few seconds before the thoughts of past events came back, crushing down on him, at once. It made the male hiss like if the agony was physical, burying his face in Mikey's chest as an attempt of escaping from it - it did work, partly, with Mikey playing with his hair softly.

Another sigh left (y/n)'s lips as he pulled away lightly, looking up at Mikey while trying to figure out the exact words to say. The familiar situation made Mikey shake his head a bit, having all the calmness and patience in the world. They had gone through similar events times enough for him to know what to do - what sounded better than it actually was - so he just pulled (y/n) for another kiss, a deep one that, though surprising (y/n), wasn't anything bad.

Pulling away for a second, Mikey wasted no time in locking their lips together again, in what started turning into a more heated up making out session. They pulled away, but continued with their foreheads pressed together; they could feel the other's eyelashes brushing against their own, causing a faint tickling sensation.

(Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows, letting out a heavy breathe, "Mikey..." The word, though engulfed by the silence of the room, continued echoing in Mikey's head. It sounded much like a plead, like if (y/n) somehow depended on him and he couldn't deny it was a hell of a turn on.

There was something else (y/n) wanted to say, yes, but all the words were erased from his mind in the moment Mikey's lips started trailing down his neck, leaving nibbles and kisses behind, effectively averting (y/n)'s thoughts what caused him trouble.