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imgoingtofreakoutnow · 3 months

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you're a bad idea (i'll never say no to)

Summary: After an awful one night stand, you find some comfort (and more) in an unlikely source

Pairing: Nick Miller x fem!reader

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: 18+, oral sex (fem receiving), sexual innuendo, alcohol consumption, mentions of cheating

A/N: i remembered i had this draft lying around and it was not as bad as i thought, so here it is for y'all to enjoy!!

Tagging: @tripleyeeet @elfinbloodbag @fictionobsession (not sure if you care about nick miller, but if you do, i hope y'all enjoy!! if you don't want to be tagged, let me know <3)

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Entering the loft, you found Nick laying on the couch in complete darkness. You only noticed him because of the dim light that shone through the windows. His eyes were stuck to the ceiling, his hand wrapped around a bottle of booze that, in the darkness, you couldn’t entirely make out.

“Hey, Nick.”

He groaned, raising his bottle in what you imagined was his way of greeting you home.

“Anyone else home?”

He answered with another —negative— groan, putting his lips around the bottle and taking a long sip. You sat down on the other end of the couch, reaching out for the bottle that, after a scowl, he handed to you.

“So, what are we drinking for?” you asked, after gulping down some of the liquor. Probably whiskey, given the burning taste it left in your mouth.

“I’m drinking,” he started as he sat up on the couch, “because life sucks.”

“Preach.”

You took another sip under Nick’s tipsy but inquisitive stare.

“Why are you drinking?”

“Can’t I just drink because I want to?”

Nick raised his eyebrows, scoffing slightly and raising his hands in surrender. “Trust me, I won’t be the one to stop you.”

You nodded, lowering your gaze on the glass bottle in your hands as you pondered pensively if it was wise to drink more of that. You had to show up at work the next day, you couldn’t miss another shift without a reasonable excuse.

“Didn’t you have that big thing tonight?”

Your fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle.

“Yeah, you had that date with the guy you met a while back at the bar.” He turned towards you, his elbow resting on the back of the sofa. “How did it go?”

You didn’t answer. You just took another swing of the liquor —definitely whiskey, your burning throat confirmed— before giving the bottle back to Nick.

“Wow…” he chuckled as he placed the whiskey on the floor, “that bad, uh?”

“I mean…” You threw your head back on the couch. “It wasn’t going that badly but then…” You groaned in frustration, covering your face with your hands.

Nick scooted a little closer, the leather of the couch creaking under him. “Well, well, color me intrigued.”

Your arms fell to your lap as you skeptically looked at him. “I don’t think you really want to hear anything regarding my misadventures in dating.”

“You underestimate me, I love hearing about other people’s misfortunes.” He took the bottle once again before handing it back to you with a smile. “Makes me feel better about my awful life.”

You snorted as you gladly accepted his offer.

“Well, then you’re really going to enjoy this.”

“His mom?!”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes through the embarrassment. Your hand moved on his own and brought the nearly empty bottle to your lips; some more booze to hopefully quiet down those memories freshly ingrained in your brain.

“And she did not only walk in on us having sex, but she also started giving both of us a lecture on protections, trust and cheating…”

“Don’t tell me he has a girlfriend,” he murmured, already in a fit of giggles.

“He has a girlfriend! Good job, Miller!”

You clapped as you watched Nick almost rolling with laughter. His head was thrown back, his body incredibly close to falling flat either on the couch or the ground, depending on which direction he swayed in. Every time you thought he was about to fall face-first into the floor, and every time he managed to balance himself at the last moment and not break his nose.

“That’s the LA experience right there, little Day.” He gave you a fist bump and stole the bottle from you. “You haven’t lived here unless you’ve had at least one weird hook-up.”

As he downed what remained of the whiskey, you realized how cute he looked when he smiled. In the two weeks since you had ‘moved in’ with your sister, crashing in her shared apartment while you looked for one of your own, Nick Miller hadn’t exactly been Mr. Sunshine. The moment you had set your foot through the door of the loft, he had made clear he didn’t love the idea of you staying there —or at least, that was before you said you were going to help with the rent— and since then, whenever you were around he acted more like a robot than a human.

Answering in monosyllables, sometimes even ignoring you when you were in the room, it was almost logical that you had come to the conclusion that Nick Miller hated you.

“He does not hate you,” Jess had assured you despite your skepticism. “He’s just not the biggest fan of change.”

Telling the truth, from what you had seen so far, Nick wasn’t the biggest fan of anything. He spent most of his day complaining about everything he could think about. The half-broken sink. The socio-economic injustice that plagued the US. Pants with tight crotches.

But most of all, something that he avoided like the plague itself: talking with other people. Sure enough, he and the other three roommates talked all the time: always fighting, bickering, gossiping, bothering each other in that irritating but loving way that you —as a sibling— could understand. However, when it came to opening up and communicating without filters or jokes, it seemed like he would’ve much preferred jumping off the roof of the loft than to actually say how he felt. He could do it, but he always seemed about to puke when he had to.

After the cold shoulder he gave you for two weeks, you were surprised that you were able to have a civil conversation with him at all. Obviously there were no feelings or any other deep emotional stuff, but it was still baffling how easy it was to just be with him like that.

Maybe it was just the booze.

“I bet you’ve had many weird hook-ups,” you teased him, poking his leg with your shoe.

“I’ve…” Nick trailed off for a moment, his eyes following the shape of your leg —from the ankle to the knee— before clearing his throat and looking away. “I’ve had my fair share.”

You raised your eyebrows, tilting your head as you watched Nick in the dim light. It might’ve been the booze, but he looked incredibly hot. Since you had arrived at the loft, your eyes had always been drawn to Nick, one way or the other. You often found yourself lingering on him as he walked by, replaying every interaction you two shared in your head for hours before letting it go.

His scruffy attractiveness wasn’t a subjective matter, it was a fact. But at that specific moment, there was just something more to him. Perhaps it was his hair, all messed up and going in all different directions, or his cheeks, slightly flushed because of the whiskey… or perhaps —you thought— because of you.

When he looked back at you he scoffed, shaking his head and standing up, his gaze glued to the ceiling.

“Don’t look at me like that, little Day.”

“Like what, Nick?”

He didn’t answer: he just stepped away from the couch, heading to the kitchen while chanting no to himself. You followed him with your eyes as he opened the fridge and took a beer. The condensation glistened on the glass as Nick opened the bottle and brought it to his lips. You swallowed as you watched him drink, transfixed by the movement of his Adam’s apple with every gulp he took.

He came back to the couch, sitting on the other end of it, putting as much distance between you two as he could. Despite that, he kept glancing at you before looking away immediately after.

“You’re Jess’ younger sister.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“She will kill me if I…” His eyes darted to your face, falling to your mouth and then lowering even more. “If we…”

“If we what?”

He shook his head and took another long sip of beer, avoiding your piercing stare.

Frowning in annoyance, you stood up and plopped on the couch next to him. You took the beer from his hand and put it on the shelves behind the couch. When you did, your fingers brushed: despite the cold bottle in his hands, his skin was warm. You blamed the booze for the thoughts that started filling your head, wondering how his fingers would’ve felt on you.

“If we what, Miller?”

Nick took a deep breath before turning towards you with a wry smile. “It’s the rules of the loft, little Day.” He moved one arm on the back of the couch, just behind your shoulders. “As roommates, we vowed not to nail each other or each other’s siblings.”

You raised your eyebrow with a smirk. “So you want to nail me?”

“I never said that,” Nick pointed out immediately, shaking his head with a smile, “and I’m ready to deny these accusations in court.”

You nodded slowly, biting the inside of your cheek.

“So…” you started again, shifting on your seat until your shoulder was pressed against his side, “you don’t want to nail me?”

The smile on his face faded, leaving behind just a hint of softness in his features. “I never said that either.”

He stood still, looking into your eyes while someone shouted in the streets below and a far away car alarm kept ringing. A shiver ran down your spine as his fingers moved on the back of your neck, brushing on your skin and leaving behind a trail of fire. You held your breath for a moment, getting used to the sensation and keeping your tipsy mind from roaming too far away.

“I see,” you whispered as your fingers moved along his jaw, the rough stubble grazing against your fingertips. “It must be a very hard decision for you.”

He nodded, his mouth opening ever so slightly when you pressed your thumb on his bottom lip, still damp from the beer. You leaned in, stopping just a couple of inches from his face. So close that you could feel his breath on your face.

“Then I’ll leave you to it.”

You pulled away with a smirk, quite amused by Nick’s annoyed face. “So you can make up your mind without any distractions.”

You pushed yourself up, headed to Jess’ bedroom. You were already dreading sleeping once again on the air mattress that she had kindly lent you when a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back on the couch.

As you fell across Nick’s lap, one of his arms wrapped around your back and the other held your waist. His mouth was on yours before you could say or do anything, and when his lips started moving your brain melted just as much as your body did in his hold. It was unexpected, a mess of crashing limbs and lips that tasted of alcohol and poor decisions, and a warmth almost too intense for your fogged mind.

When you pulled away, breathless after just a few seconds, you found him staring at you, his lips parted as he inhaled shakily and a longing glimmer in his eyes.

“I think I might’ve made up my mind.”

You snorted, gently holding his neck as you ran your thumbs along it. “Took you long enough.”

Your back soon met the cushions of the couch as he cupped the back of your neck —tugging ever so slightly at your hair— and dove back onto your mouth, deepening the kiss when you parted your lips again. Gripping his scratchy flannel, you pulled Nick closer as you kissed him back, wrapping your legs around him. When you felt his crotch pressing against your core, a groan of desire left your lips, silenced by Nick’s mouth while his hands wondered along your thighs and towards the hem of your shorts.

“Jess can never know about this,” he stressed as he pulled away, just enough for your eyes to meet. “Ever,” he added, your lips brushing when he spoke.

“I’ve lied successfully to my sister thousands of times.” You nudged your nose against his with a smirk. “What about you, sweaty-back? Will you be able to hide it?”

Nick rolled his eyes, half a smile gracing his face before you pulled him back in for another kiss. Despite the stubble, his lips were soft and gentle, even when you were eating each other’s mouths. It might’ve been the booze that still lingered on them, but the more you drowned in their taste, the more intoxicating it got and the harder it was to pull away from them, even to just breathe.

“Maybe-” you gasped, moaning softly while Nick left a trail of kisses down your neck and along your collarbone, “maybe we should go to your room. Before anyone-”

He shoved those few words back in your throat with another kiss, pushing your shirt up as his hands glided along your skin. His warm palms pressed against your bare waist created a loud cacophony of sensations which made your guts twist all around.

“Yeah,” he nodded as he pulled away, his cheeks flushed and his lips ever so slightly glimmering with spit in the dim light. “Let’s do that.”

It took you all of your self-control not to drag him back on top of you.

He clumsily stood up, his legs all tangled in yours, and then helped you to your feet. Before you could take another step, Nick placed his hands on your waist and pulled you into him. His mouth was back on your neck, almost tickling as he kept kissing and sucking your skin.

“Nick, I swear to God,” you muttered between a giggle and a moan as he dragged you both to his room, “if you give me a hickey I-”

His mouth moved from your jaw and sloppily closed around yours. His tongue moved on your lips, that opened to it without any resistance. You threw your arms over his shoulders, pulling him in as he blindly opened the door and then closed it.

After hearing the lock click, you felt the plywood pressing against your back while his mouth wandered even deeper into yours. Your hands tightened on his hair, gaining a moan from Nick that died in your throat.

When he finally pulled away, the only sound in Nick’s bedroom was your heavy breathing as your lungs slowly filled.

“As I was saying,” you sighed with trembling voice, “I will not hesitate one second to throw you under the bus.”

“God.” His whisper brushed onto your numb-kissed mouth, his fingers cupping your jaw and running on your bottom lip. “Do you ever shut up?”

You threw your head against the door, eyebrows cocked and a smirk gracing your glistening lips.

“Do you want me to shut up?” With your eyes glued to Nick’s, you hooked your finger to his jeans and pulled him in. “Or do you want to hear me scream, Miller?”

“Fuck!”

The moan left your mouth louder than you expected as Nick curled his fingers inside of your cunt, reaching the deepest part of you before pulling them out and then thrusting them in at an agonizing pace.

“Do you like this?”

His whispered question hit your inner thigh, followed by the grazing of his beard as he let his lips run over your skin. His warm breath brushed on your core, tingling on the wet and sensitive skin between your legs.

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding quickly as you watched him pushing his fingers in again, both of them disappearing inside of you up to his knuckles. “Can you go faster?”

Nick chuckled against your leg, curling his fingers once more —almost touching that soft spot inside of you— before slowly pulling them out. You groaned, throwing your head back on the pillows, while he moved the sticky fingers up and down your thigh.

“You don’t have a grain of patience in you.”

“Well, at least I’m not edging someone who’s had a terrible-”

You took a sharp breath in when his tongue lapped your folds, his hands grabbing your legs and pulling you closer. Before you could even think about anything else, he wrapped his lips around your clit and started sucking onto it, stealing another loud whimper from you.

“God, you’re so loud.”

His words rumbled against your slick, twisting the knot in your abdomen that was aching to be released. You bit down on your lip as you felt a flush of warmth growing on your face, suddenly too aware of yourself, too bare in front of him. Then a soft tapping on your thigh drew your gaze back between your legs. Nick was there, looking back at you with a smirk pulling upwards his lips damp with your slick.

“I love it.”

Your throbbing core sent one last aching pulse before Nick, his eyes still stuck in yours, dove right back into it. When his tongue slithered inside you, lapping your folds and walls, you closed your eyes as your mouth started letting out the most lewd sounds you had ever heard.

He kept fucking you with his tongue, moving it back and forth as you bucked your hips towards him for more friction, chasing that release you’d been looking for all night. Then Nick turned his head ever so slightly —an accident, probably just trying to find a position that hurt less for his neck— and, with every thrust inside of you, his nose started nudging your clit. Over, and over, and over.

Your hand jolted to his hair, keeping his face in place as you bucked your hips again and again, as much as you could despite the rush of pleasure that was starting to overcome you, the same rush that had transformed you in a whimpering mess, unable to form one single word.

“Fuck- I-”

Whatever you wanted to say, it died in your mouth as his tongue curled inside of you and his nose nudged once more against your clit. That was the last push you needed; soon after you were writhing in the bed, your hands tightening around Nick’s hair as the knot in your abdomen finally loosened and a sudden warmth rushed to your face, and every other inch of your body.

As your muscles and grip eventually relaxed, you felt one final lick running along your sensitive and over-stimulated folds before Nick sneaked out of the nestled spot between your legs.

“So.”

He crawled to the spot next to you, his fingertips roaming along your sternum as your chest kept slowly raising and falling with each breath you took. With the rush of adrenaline and desire still running through your veins, even his ghost touch was enough to make your insides tremble.

“So what?” you breathed, turning your head to meet that annoying, attractive grin — still glistening with your cum.

“Was it or was it not the best oral of your life?”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I see, you’re speechless.” He nodded to himself. “Understandable, I’ve trained a lot for this.”

“Ah, yes…” you chuckled lightly, taking his hand in yours and playing with his fingers. “Nothing more romantic than to hear about your previous one night stands.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Was this supposed to be romantic?”

“This? God, no! But next time…”

Nick scoffed. “You’ve already decided there’s going to be a next time?”

“Why not?”

“Little Day…”

Before he could say more — before he could try and convince you how that was a really bad idea — you pushed yourself up and sat on his abdomen, legs spread on either side of his body.

“I mean, at least let me ride you before you decide.”

His mouth hung open for a few seconds, a couple of terrifying seconds. Then his hands slowly crept along your thighs, taking hold of your flesh with a mischievous grin.

“I would never say no to that.”

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hbnjhgv · 2 months

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I feel like no AOT, any character is actually completely 'heartless' or 'evil' other than king fritz (sorry if I get facts wrong) !SPOILERS!

Porco: who is hated for eating Ymir and taking the Jaw Titan from her. He wanted to make Marcel proud and probably wanted to eat Yumir because she ate and killed his older brother. He also sacrificed himself when Falco got turned titan to save Falco and Reiner. The marleyan training camp to become warriors was probably very hard on him.

Annie: She's typically hated for being heartless. The reason she's "heartless" is because of the intense training she went through to become a warrior. Also, the intense training her dad put her though made her tough as nails and kinda numbed her in a way. When Levi and Mikasa save Eren from being kidnapped by Annie in the forest, you can see that she's crying as they take Eren away. I think this is because she feels like a failure for failing the mission. Plus, during Marco's death, the obviously felt guilty and didn't want to kill him because he became her friend. She also had to go through the hell of the Marleyan training camp to become a warrior. She then had to watch her friend get eaten by a titan.

Bertholt: I feel like he's hated mainly for kicking down the wall and being a reason Erens mom dying, but then he was sent there as a mission and was told as a kid that the civilians on Paridis were 'devils' and 'needed to be eradicated' The training to become a warrior also probably added on quite a bit of trauma. He had to watch his friend get eaten by a titan when he was young, then found out the titan that killed his friend was someone he trained with.

Reiner: I think Reiner is also hated for the wall being breached, but again he was taught that Eldians were 'Island devils' and should be wiped from the earth. Also, Reiner actually grew a deep connection with the 104th cadets and saw them as family. You can see this mainly when he's watching Marco die and asks why he's being devoured. And near the end of the show when he's leaving to go take down Eren, and he hugs Annie, that really shows how the two of them are connected and even see each other as siblings in a way. Not to mention he wasn't raised by the best parents, with his dad never being there and even being shown in the anime and I think the manga that Reiners father hated him it shows how horrible he is. Then we have Karina over here guilt-tripping Reiner into becoming marleyan for her own selfish desires. Plus, when Karina said 'if only you had been born fully marleyan, basically telling Reiner that his dad left because of him and not because of her being Eldian. He witnessed his friend get devoured in front of him, and Annie beat the shit out of him. Reiner then found out that the titan who ate his friend was someone who trained with him and in a relationship with the girl he had feelings for.

Yumir: She gets hate for betraying the survey corps, and she gets called 'selfish' but you have to remember that she did it for Historias sake. She said that she wants Historia to have a better life, and she felt like she had no choice. She thought that it was either be free with Reiner and Bertholt or be trapped in the wall and possibly be experimented on by the government. She was abandoned at a young age and brainwashed into thinking she was some big god. She then got thrown under then bus when the cult she was in said that she was the leader and witnessed all those innocent people get turned into titans, probably thinking that it's all her fault.

Pastor Nick: Now, I HATE Pastor Nick a lot. He's one of my least favorite characters. BUT he was very passionate about the walls and his religion, and genuinely believed the walls were their savior. He tried everything to "save the walls" but it never ended well. I'm basically saying that he believed everything he was doing meant the best for the people.

Kenny: I love Kenny. He's one of my favorite characters. I think he's hated a lot because he abandoned Levi and killed a bunch of people, but he also felt the military police was not good. You have to admit, he was very loyal to Uri and his squad. In the cave, he seemed kinda upset about his squad dying, and he seemed most upset about Caven (the blond woman) dying. He was loyal to Uri, and I think he actually had feelings for him. Not to mention that he found his sister dead, the only thing she left behind was the son she had which he then kinda raised and abandoned thinking he's strong enough to live on his own. Overall, I love Kenny and he's one of my faves.

Yumir Fritz: I think people forget that she was forced to eat her mother, and was just a little girl. She was a slave to the Eldian king and he abused her power. She was killed while trying to protect the king then was EATEN by their daughters that the king basically forced her to have. After she died she had to make titans out of sand and obey the royal family every time they wanted the founders power.

Grisha: I think people forget how horrible Grishas childhood was. He was taught this horrible stuff by his parents that basically scared him, and he probably felt a bunch of guilt about the time he convinced Faye (his sister) to go outside the internment zone where eldians weren't aloud, which ended up getting her killed. He also passed down generational trauma to Zeke, and he watched his friends and lover all get turned into titans right in front of him. He turned Eren into a titan thinking it would save Mikasa and Armin and had to go through the trauma of his wife being killed twice.

Zeke: He had the stress of learning about the walls from his parents and was neglected by Grisha and treated more of a weapon than a son. He also probably feels jealous and kinda screwed over when he found out how Grisha treated Eren and actually raised Eren like he was his son. Not to mention how he had to go through the hell that is the Marleyan Warrior's training camp.

Eren: Eren saw his mom get eaten by a titan right in front of his eyes after trying to save her, but then being taken away by Hannes. That same day or the day after his FATHER took him into the woods and forcefully turned him into a TITAN. He then ATE HIS DAD and didn't even know he ate him and was very confused, so he basically lost both parents around the same time. Then during the Battle of Trost his leg was bitten off and had to watch his best friend almost get eaten, but then he saved him and Eren got eaten. He realized he almost killed Mikasa and obviously felt guilty about that, then a few minutes later got the shit beat out of him. He found out his friend died and he wasnt even there to possiby help. Eren also grew a bond between his squad and he had a choice to go titan or not and him not going titan resulted in his whole squad being killed. A little bit after that he finds out the person who killed his whole squad was actually his friend which he didnt take well, Annie almost killed him and he got impaled in the chest. Also finding out that your dad killed innocent people in the exact cave you're chained in and feeling guilty about always needing to be saved. Not to mention that he had to watch Hannes, the person who was there for him his whole life and basically became his dad after his parents died be eaten by the same titan who killed your mom and we knew he could transform but it wasnt working. then finding out two more of your conrads and friends were not only titans, but the titans who are the reason his mom died. Mind you this is the same episode they kidnapped Eren and the same episode Hannes dies. THEN his best friends gets BURNED ALIVE and he almost wasnt able to convince Levi to save Armin instead of Erwin. He was FAMILY ZONED after asking Mikasa how she sees him. He hears that Sasha died and was struggling to take that. He also was being a bitch to the two people he cared about most so they weren't as sad when he died. Then he tells Mikasa he's always hated her and ends up fighting Armin with tears in his eyes. He was going through the guilt of killing billions of people to save his friends and he was panicked about Mikasa marrying another man, even going as far to say "That'd break my heart... I don't want her to find someone else! I eanna be her one and only love! Even if she does get over me... I THINK IT SHOULD TAKE HER TEN YEARS AT LEAST! Don't tell Mikasa about this... I want her to find happiness.. I do. But.. damn it! I don't wanna die... I just want.. to stay with MIkasa! With all of you!" LIKE HOW CAN YOU SAY HE DOESN'T FEEL GUILTY FOR DOING THAT TO HIS FRIENDS?! I could literally talk about how much I love Eren for hours.

Floch: This ones kinda controversial but Floch was very passionate and loyal to Erwin. He was determined and he belived that Eren was their last hope. Also everyone hating on Floch for supporting Eren but I think Erwin wouldve done the same. Floch wanted to save his people and didnt understand why some of his conrads were aginst the rummbling. He litterally said "Please don't go. Everyone on the island will die. Our devil is our only hope." He wanted to save his people and belived he was saving his people. He survived Zekes rock throwing and I think Erwins speech really took him to heart. Floch put in alot of effort to try and save Erwin aswell. I also dont blame him for being pissy about Armin being saved instead of Erwin because I wouldve been pissed aswell. Like imagine seeing all your conrads die and carrying the dying commander to try and save him, just for some kid that you dont even know to be saved instead. Also when he said they need to fight like devils he knew thats what eren was thinking. He stayed loyal to the fact that Marley was the enemy.

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