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companionjones · 5 months
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Thank You
Pairing: Mike Schmidt x FemPresenting!Reader
Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's (Movie)
Summary: You're Abby's babysitter. Mike comes home one night. Things ensue.
Warnings: SMUT, Cursing, Mommy kink, Choking kink, a smidgen of spit kink, enjoy
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He would really only ever say those two words to you. You were a light sleeper, so him opening the door would always wake you. Once he noticed that you were awake, he would bid you "Thank you," and you would leave.
That night, however, when he came home, he walked straight over to the dining room table and set down his things without uttering a word. He leaned on the piece of furniture and his head dipped down, seemingly in defeat.
"I still can't pay you," he informed, his voice strained. Something told you he was holding back tears.
It wasn't much, but at least it wasn't two words. "What made you think I was ever in this for the money?"
"Then why would you do this?!" Mike suddenly turned to you and whisper-yelled. You knew he didn't want to wake up his sister.
In response to him taking out his frustration on you, you just tilted your head. You had the most sympathetic look on your face. You didn't say any words, you merely walked over to him.
Mike tried backing away from you, but he ran into the table.
You simply put your hands on his arms. Your face was serene.
He could scarcely breathe.
"Why do you think I do this?"
You leaned in, but , surprisingly, Mike met you halfway. He seemed so eager to finally kiss you.
The two of you stood there for some time, making out in the dimly lit main room of the Schmidt residence. You wrapped your arms around his neck while Mike's hands held a white-knuckle grip on the table.
It didn't surprise you when Mike pulled back. "We-we shouldn't be doing this."
"Why's that?"
"Because Abby's asleep right down the hall!" he whispered, "Plus, you're like-like my-"
You raised your eyebrows at him. "Your what? Employee? We've just established that you don't pay me, so I think we're good on that front, and as for your sister..." you paused and leaned in close to his ear.
Mike had a sharp intake of breath as you did that.
"I guess we'll just need to be quiet, huh?"
With that, you took him by the hand and started leading him back to his bedroom. Mike followed you like the good boy he was.
In no time, you had Mike stripped down and in bed with you seated on top of him, naked as well.
There was a sound, and Mike shot up, thinking it was his sister.
"It was just the house settling, okay?" You looked at him with dreamy eyes. "Relax."
Slowly, Mike nodded and laid back down.
"You ready?"
Again, all you got was a nod.
"I'm going to need a bit more than that, if we're going to do this," you only half-joked.
Surprising you, Mike felt up your legs as his eyes slowly trailed up your body. "I want you...so bad." He announced every word with emphasis.
You gave a breathy chuckle at his compliance, lifted yourself, then lowered yourself down on his hard length.
While you just sighed, Mike whimpered, the quiet sound getting loudest when you fully sat on him. He took handfuls of your thighs for support.
"Remember what we said about the volume?" you teased.
"Sorry." The words came out strained as his eyelids were shut.
"Ah, ah, ah." You gave a light slap to his cheek. "Be a good boy and keep your eyes on Mommy."
"Fuck," Mike gasped. You also felt his cock jump at your words.
Smirking at his reaction, you leaned over him and started slightly riding his dick. "What? You like that?"
"Oh, god." Mike's body tensed as you started to ride him and struggled to keep his eyes open.
"You like me calling you good boy? Or was it the part about...Mommy?"
"Mommy!" Mike shuddered as your hole squeezed him.
"That's my good boy," you smiled. You took some time to enjoy the ride yourself as you placed your hands on your feet and leaned back. Some time later, you returned your posture to find that Michael's eyes had slid shut again. "What did I say?" You fell forward and caught yourself with one hand on the bed and the other around Mike's throat.
The shock surely opened his eyes for good. "Sorry! I'm sorry...sorry...sorry."
"You better be," you spat. Quite literally. Into his mouth. Well, most of it the corner of his mouth.
That didn't seem to matter to Mike. He licked the remaining spit into his mouth while keeping full eye contact with you.
"Good boy..." you smirked again, and, with one final squeeze, started to let go of Mike's throat.
However, he disagreed with that action. "No!" he whisper-yelled, and grabbed your wrist to keep you in place. "I-fuck-I love this."
Your smirk grew teeth as you smiled down at Michael Schmidt, submissive and pliant to your touch.
"Shit. I think I'm...close," Mike informed between breaths.
You raised an eyebrow. "Well then, you'll have to hold on 'cause I'm not there yet. Anything you want to do about that?"
Those words had Mike frantically nodding. Suddenly, he was rolling on top of you. You took your hand off his neck. Mike was determined to get you to cum before he did, and my god was he good.
Your eyes lulled back as he pounded into you. Another smile appeared on your lips. When you returned to look at him, you realized Mike had kept his gaze steady on you the whole time. Quickly, however, his facade broke and his head fell down onto your shoulder. "Mommy..." he whined out.
You decided to forgive the transgression as you threaded fingers into his hair and whispered into his ear. "I'm close now, too, baby."
That seemed to renew his vigor because he moved to face you again. Mike also put your hand back around his throat.
You squeezed him for good measure. Up top and down under. His reaction got you to smile, but that smile faded as you felt the pressure building up inside you. You flipped you and Mike so you were back on top.
There, you kept your faces close, but launched your head back when you came. Eventually, you fell back down onto Mike's shoulder. You stayed like that for a moment until--
"Mom-my-?" came the broken up voice of Mike.
"Did Mommy forget to let her good boy cum?" You returned to your spot above him.
Again, Mike was nodding frantically.
You leaned back down to whisper in his ear, "Go ahead. You've more than earned it."
Immediately, Mike sped up his thrusts. His breathing got faster, too. He grabbed your arm that was supporting your weight, and your wrist whose hand was squeezing his neck and Mike came with a shout. Both you and Mike covered his mouth after the loud sound. He thrusted a few more times into you as he completed his orgasm.
You and Mike stayed still for a minute or so after that; half relishing in the post-sex atmosphere, and half praying that Abby didn't walk in.
Thank god, she didn't.
So, you pulled off of Mike, and the two of you got yourselves cleaned up.
"You can stay, if you want to," Mike offered, standing next to his bed.
You walked up to him, put your hand on his chest, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I would love that."
Somehow, the two of you made it work on Mike's twin bed. You were halfway on top of him, but you weren't complaining.
Finally, as you and Mike were falling asleep, you heard two words, mumbled out by Mike, "Thank you."
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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlist. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3
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luckyheart-67676 · 2 years
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He's a 10 but he kills people in the source material
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missdictatorme · 3 months
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📜 Fic Recs - Part 2 📜
Hello :3 I put together a list with the help of a few friends that contains fanfictions from the Oscar Isaac Fandom that we think need more love, so please, if you read them, reblog and/or comment on them to spread their work and motivate these fantastic writers so they can keep the fandom alive 💕
The list will contain xReader, xOC and xCharacter fics, but I only categorizied the list by Characters, if you open the links you'll see which one is which.
❗READ THE WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC, because this list contains fics that are dark themed.❗
If you want your work to be removed from the list, please let me know.
I had to break up the list into more parts, because Tumblr didn't let me tag more than 50 times in one post.
(I know I've read TONS of great fics, but I just can't for the life of me remember their titles or who wrote them 😭)
Poe Dameron:
1) The Only One - A Poe Dameron Story
Written by: @ivystoryweaver -> Masterlist
2) Matchmaker Matchmaker
Written by: @virtie333 -> AO3 Masterlist
3) A Matter Of Trust
Written by: @virtie333 -> AO3 Masterlist
4) She Makes Him Laugh
Written by: @virtie333 -> AO3 Masterlist
5) You Are In Love
Written by: @alwritey-aphrodite -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
6) Better Safe Than Sorry
Written by: @eyelessfaces -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
7) Rookie Mistake
Written by: @groguspicklejar -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
Miguel O'hara:
1) (Everybody's Waiting For) The Man With The Bag
Written by: @ivystoryweaver -> Masterlist
Nathan Bateman:
1) Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts
Written by: @midgardian-witch -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
2) Perfect Little Fuck Toy
Written by: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
3) The Empty Room
Written by: @reallyrallyauthor -> Masterlist
4) In Plain Sight
Written by: @spacecowboyhotch -> Masterlist
5) Peek-A-Boo
Written by: @hon3yboy -> Masterlist
6) It'll Be Fun
Written by: @youvebeenlivingfictionalnbcyoa -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @toracainz
Santiago Garcia:
1) Apple
Written by: @romana-after-dark -> Masterlist
2) I'll Be Back Again To Stay
Written by: @alwritey-aphrodite -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
3) Breaking The Rules
Written by: @reallyrallyauthor -> Masterlist
Recommended: @campingwiththecharmings
4) Feed Your Ego
Written by: @whatthefishh -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @romanarose
5) A Midnight Picnic
Written by: @sweetly-yours-and-mine -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @runa-falls
6) Back To You
Written by: @pedrito-friskito -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @spacecowboyhotch
7) Relief
Written by: @ladyxskywalker -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @spacecowboyhotch
8) Tease
Written by: @campingwiththecharmings -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @spacecowboyhotch
9) Night Moves
Written by: @campingwiththecharmings -> Masterlist
10) Could Feel You Surrounding Me
Written by: @moonknightly -> Masterlist
Llewyn Davis:
1) Don't Let Go
Written by: @runa-falls -> Masterlist
2) Service Fee
Written by: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
3) Anchor
Written by: @bits-and-babs -> Masterlist (couldn't find it)
Recommended by: @runa-falls
Richard Munoz:
1) Just Stay Here
Written by: @tropes-and-tales -> Masterlist
2) I'm Always Here For You
Written by: @minigirl87 -> Masterlist
Jonathan Levy:
1) You Peg Jonathan
Written by: @bastardmandennis -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @spacecowboyhotch
Rydal Keener:
1) Until We Bleed
Written by: @whatthefishh -> Masterlist
Michael Perry:
1) High Tension
Written by: @hon3yboy -> Masterlist
Blue Jones & Anselm Vogelweide:
1) Trine
Written by: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction -> Masterlist
Recommended by: @campingwiththecharmings
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haddonfieldwhore · 11 months
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can you keep a secret? - nick jones
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nick jones (house of wax) x reader
warnings : small age gap (3 years), sneaking around, language, slight nsfw, secret relationship
@visceravalentines
a knock on the door caught your attention just as you were finishing up the dishes, and you walked over, throwing the towel you were holding onto the counter. reaching the door, you opened it to see a familiar face.
“hey nick,” you smiled. “what are you doing here?” his hands were in the pockets of his baggy jeans, a black hoodie over his head.
“hey, kid.” he replied. even though there was only a few years between you, and besides the fact that you had turned 18 last year, nick had always called you kid. “have you seen carly? i need to talk to her and she’s not picking up her cell.”
“she’s at the mall with paige,” you explained, paige being your older sister, who was best friends with nicks twin carly. you weren’t super close with any of paige’s friends, but you knew them and had hung out with them a few times when she would throw parties at the house, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had developed a small crush on nick.
“shit, ok,” he sighed. “do you know when they’ll be back?”
“no- with paige at the mall it could be hours,” you laughed. “you can hang out and wait for them here if you want though,” you offered, stepping aside to invite him in. he seemed to think about it for a moment before finally coming inside the house.
“sure, why not.”
deciding on watching a movie to pass the time, you found yourself curled under a blanket next to nick on the couch, while some horror movie played on the tv. you kept hoping the movie would end, not because you weren’t enjoying it, but so you could have an excuse to stop sitting so damn close to him. your crush on him was not letting you focus on anything other than how close your legs were to touching, or how good his cologne smelled.
“have you seen this one before?” he asked, and you shook your head.
“no, somehow i think i’ve seen the sequel though.”
“it sucks right?”
“yes,” you laughed, and he smiled, chuckling lightly as he leaned his head against the back of the couch, and you had to try not to notice how his adams apple moved in his throat. he looked back towards you, and you looked away, your face feeling warm from almost getting caught staring.
“you wanna do something else?”
“like what?” you asked, suddenly extremely nervous at what he could be thinking about.
“you got any new music lately?” he asked, and you internally breathed a sigh of relief.
“yeah- my cds are all up in my room,” you explained, standing up and switching off the movie with the remote.
“lead the way,” he smiled. you offered a hand to pull nick up off the couch, and he took it, not letting go as he let you lead him upstairs. once you reached your bedroom, after passing by paige’s pink and blue monstrosity of a room, he looked around at the posters on the dark grey walls.
“you redecorated,” he commented, and you raised an eyebrow.
“not recently- why? what did you think my room looked like?” you asked.
“i think last time i saw it was a few years ago- one of paige’s party’s- but everything was all bright and the walls were purple.” he replied, sitting down at your desk and flipping through a stack of cds next to your laptop.
“oh. yeah, i got bored of the purple so i painted the walls. and i don’t know, i guess i just grew out of all that stuff.”
“i like it. it suits you better now.”
“thanks,” you smiled, even though he wasn’t looking at you. he handed you a cd that he had picked from the selection on your desk, and you put it into the player. the music blasted from the speakers and he picked up a music magazine from your dresser and sat down on tour bed. you sat next to him, reading over his shoulder as he flipped through it. he looked up at you, and you hadn’t realized that you were so close to him, his face inches from yours.
“you should know i don’t really read much,” he admitted, and you smiled.
“good, this issue sucks anyways,” you said, taking the magazine from his hand and tossing it onto the floor.
“really?” he mumbled, his eyes looking at your lips.
“mhm.”
“good. because i know of something else we could do instead.” he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours, surprisingly gently. he pushed you gently so you fell onto your back against the bed, and slid his black hoodie off, leaving him in a white tank top. he leaned over top of you to connect your lips again, and your hands went to either side of his neck, cradling his jaw and feeling the soft stubble brush against your finger tips. his large hands wandered down your body to rest on your hips, as he nibbled at your bottom lip.
“are your parents gonne be home soon?” he asked, and you thanked god that they weren’t, because you didn’t want this to stop. however, another thought crossed your mind.
“no, but paige will kill you if she finds out.”
“hmmm, i guess she doesn’t need to find out then.” he kissed you again, before trailing kisses down your jaw to suck a dark hickey into the soft skin of your neck. “besides, blondie doesn’t scare me that much.” you laughed, pulling his face back up to kiss him as his fingers started on the button of your pants.
“still- i don’t want her walking in on us if her and your sister get home.”
“i’ll lock the door,” he smirked. “we don’t have to do this though; only if you want to.” he said, getting off you briefly to wait for your response.
“i want to.”
“good,” he smiled, locking your bedroom door before crawling back over you.
you laid with your head on nicks bare chest, your legs a tangled mess under the blankets as he fingers see patterns on your thigh. you were almost asleep when you heard paige’s car pull up outside, and suddenly you were wide awake.
“relax, doors locked.” nick mumbled, kissing the top of your head. you snuggled closer into him, his arms wrapping around your waist.
“who do you think will be more pissed if they find out- paige or carly?” you asked playfully.
“hard to say. either way i think it was worth the risk, don’t you?” he smiled, and you leaned up to kiss his lips softly.
“definitely.”
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One Shots
I want to start writing more one shots, in-between chapters of Luminarium (Henry/Eat Locals), and add sketches, or make a manip, to accompany each fic.
So here are links to the few I've written so far...
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A work of Art
Pairing - Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Summary - Your favourite Sunday morning ritual - sketching Matt Murdock while he is asleep.
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Back From the Dead
Summary - Jessica Jones finds out that Matt Murdock actually survived the collapse of Midland Circle and she’s pissed he didn’t tell her. 
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Dancing With The Devil
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Summary: You and Matt have been enjoying kinky games of hunter and hunted around Hell's Kitchen but tonight you have made it particularly challenging for him. Reader is quite bold by the way! I still find it a bit uncomfortable writing smut and in hindsight, this one shot makes me cringe! LOL! Warnings: smut. Mature. 18+
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Parallels
Pairing - Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Summary: Matt finds it hard to sleep after he encounters Maya Lopez for the first time.
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The Wall
Pairing - Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Summary - You and your cat strike up a friendship with the infamous Michael Kinsella. Author's Note - This bittersweet little one shot was inspired by an image that popped into my head - Michael bonding with a cat. A sketch of it can be found at the end of the fic. :D
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Five Years Later
Summary: Five years after the blip, Foggy Nelson is still mourning the loss of his best friend. But he, along with the rest of the world, are now about to discover, first hand, that the Avengers have finally defeated Thanos. Author's Note: This fanfic was inspired by something I read about the new Daredevil Born Again series, that it might be set during the blip/snap. It made me wonder what it would have been like if Matt Murdock had disappeared leaving Foggy and Karen grieving his loss. But I also wanted to include a chapter five years later, when they are all reunited again.
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agaypanic · 3 months
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think i might start posting my character playlists (the songs, not actual playlist links bc all my playlists are private lol) on my masterlists, would yall be interested in that? (will probably do it whether people want it or not teehee)
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brixbabyy · 2 years
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“do you feel loved by me?”
pairing: slashers x reader, ian mckinley x reader, nick jones x reader
includes: slashers asking you if you feel loved by them, insecurities, fluff, cursing, kissing, mentions of sex
authors note: this isn’t my best, plus i wrote it in class so please be nice
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michael myers
you and micheal were perched on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder as the tv played some sappy chick flick. you smiled as the boy kissed his girl in the rain, leaning further into michael who now had a furrow in his brow. he cleared his throat, and you looked up. he searched your eyes, wondering if you longed for something like that, something sweet and pure…something he couldn’t give you. “do you..” he trailed off, his voice raspy from a lack of using it, “do you feel loved by me?” and the almost broken look in his eye brought tears to yours. you nodded, afraid that if you spoke your voice would break and you’d ruin this moment. you placed a kiss on his cheek, “of course i feel loved by you, michael.”
bo sinclair
bo watched as you smiled towards the couple that had recently wandered into town. your eyes trained on the boy who held his girlfriends hand and leaned down for a kiss every five seconds. he frowned, trying to remember the last time he saw a smile so big on your face. did you want that? that sweet, puppy type of love? the kind you saw in the movies? the kind bo so desperately wanted to give you but just…couldn’t. you glanced his way, feeling his gaze burning into your side. you walked towards him, a frown etched on your face after seeing the look on his. “is everything okay?” you asked, your voice soft. he shook his head, “you feel loved by me, right darlin?’” your mouth parted, shocked at the vulnerability laced in his words. “bo…” you trailed off, bringing your hand up and placing it on his face, he leaned into you and you felt like crying. “i always feel loved by you.”
lester sinclair
“you uh..” lester trailed off, glancing over at you, where you sat in the passenger seat of his truck, “you feel loved by me? don’t ya?” you frowned, trying to make eye contact with your boyfriend, but he kept his gaze trained on the road ahead. “where’s this coming from, lester?” he shrugged, “i know i’m not exactly the most…normal boyfriend out there. i just wanna make sure ya know i love ya.” you blinked, his words still processing when you scooted closer to him, thigh to thigh before resting your head on his shoulder. “i’ll always feel loved by you, baby.”
ian mckinley
you and ian walked through the doors to hell school, fingers laced together as you maneuvered around the kids who didn’t know how to say excuse me. when the two of you saw a guy holding up a sign with some corny punch line asking his girlfriend to prom, ian had every intention to keep walking, but you insisted on stopping to see the girls reaction. ian watched as your face lit up, practically squealing when the girl said yes and hugged her boyfriend. he paused, stopping you with him. you looked up and he searched your eyes, “you know i love you…right?” you frowned, keeping your eyes locked onto his. “yea, baby, of course i know that.”
nick jones
nick heard you and carly giggling about some sweet, over the top gesture wade had done for valentine’s day. it made him think of his present, which was…a shared blunt and dollar store chocolate followed by sex. fuck…how could he be so stupid? you deserved better than that. he was so engrossed in his own self sabotaging thoughts that he didn’t even notice you coming up to him until you placed yourself in his lap, worry creased in your brow as you softly asked him if everything was okay. he nodded, but the frown you hated so much remained in his face. he looked into your eyes, and couldn’t help but wonder out loud, “do you feel loved by me?” you furrowed your brows, your heart breaking as you realized he was serious. “oh baby,” you whispered, cupping his face, “of course i feel loved by you. you make me so happy.”
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f1nalboys · 1 year
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nick jonas i mean jones with face fucking teehee 🤭🤭🤭
HEYYYYYYYYY >:) i want him so bad ur honor <3
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Nick Jones x GN!Reader
WORD COUNT: 330
WARNINGS: face fucking (duh), rough oral, not proofread bc ofc its not <3
Nick’s hands grip your face harder, his head thrown back, chest heaving with each harsh thrust of his hips. “Fu-fuck! Your fucking mouth,” He stutters, looking down at you, watching his cock disappear into your mouth. The tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat, choking you, and you gag. 
Tears were streaming down your face but you stayed there on your knees for him, staying still, letting him use you the way he needed. Nick was stressed, had been for the last week, and he had been particularly rough with you the last few days, fingertip-shaped bruises littering your hips where he had gripped onto you.
So when you offered him your throat he jumped on the chance, asking you -- no, telling you -- to get on your knees and open your mouth. “Slutty fuckin’ thing, just for me.” He could feel his cock in your throat where his hand was holding you still, could feel your throat milking him with each gag he pulled from you. “Gonna cum down your throat.” Is all the warning Nick is able to give you before he’s cumming, shoving himself down your throat to the base, nose brushing against his pelvis. He’s moaning your name, hips flexing slightly, and when he pulls out of your mouth it’s with a satisfied grin. You were drooling and coughing, tears pouring from your eyes, lips swollen and parted. 
Nick looks at you silently as you collect yourself, sucking in harsh breaths. “Look so good for me like that, you know?” Nick teases, helping you up onto your feet.
“Shut up.”
“That doesn’t sound like me.” He kisses you gently, a far cry from what he had just finished doing. “You alright?’ You hum against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Good. Didn’t want to hurt you, or anything. M’gonna let you use my mouth next time.” He says with a wink.
“I’m holding you to that, Nick.”
“You better, Y/N.”
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strangercarla · 1 month
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Marvel
Multi characters
Palentine's Day Headcanons - Peter, Kate, Yelena & Fem! Y/N ♡
Valentine’s Day with OT6 Avengers - Fem! Y/N ♡
Y/N & The Phantoms - JATP! Marvel au Fem! Reader
Individual characters
Clint Barton
Kate Bishop
Celebrating Your Birthday Headcanons (♡)
Steve Rogers
Sam Wilson
Bucky Barnes
Peggy Carter
Tony Stark
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Thor Odinson
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Scooby Doo
Multi characters
Individual characters
Daphne Blake
Girlfriend Headcanons - Fem! Y/N ♡
Velma Dinkley
Her - College AU
Shaggy Rogers
Fred Jones
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The Lost Boys
Multi characters
Girls Night With Star ft Paul Headcanons - Fem! Y/N ♡
Celebrating Y/N's Birthday with The Lost Boys Headcanons - ♡
Individual characters
David
The Popstar & The Front Man AU - Fem! Y/N ♡
Paul
Stormy Nights - GN! Y/N ♡
Marko
Dwayne
Star
Michael
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Law And Order SVU
Nick Amaro
Kiss You - Fem! Reader ♡
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Labyrinth
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swan-of-sunrise · 2 months
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Turning Point (Tales From The SSR)
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Summary: An influenza outbreak incapacitates the 107th Tactical Team while out in the field and as they work to nurse (Y/N) back to health, Steve and Peggy finally have a moment alone.
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers X Reader (Platonic), Bucky Barnes X Reader (Slight)
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings/Disclaimers: None
A/N: Hi guys! This one-shot was originally gonna be about something else entirely, but it sort of evolved into this and I went along with it lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!
Turning Point March 1944 The Forests of Mount Oeta, Axis-Occupied Greece (Previous One-Shot)
Three months after their official formation, the 107th Tactical Team found themselves camping out in the dense forests of Mount Oeta as they traveled through Greece to destroy the second of five Hydra bases scattered throughout Europe. The intelligence they’d received from the SOE and several Greek Resistance groups pointed to the Hydra facility – a weapons manufacturing plant similar to the Austrian factory in Kreischberg that many of their team had recently been held in as POW’s – being located near the village of Gorgopotamos. They’d been ordered to stand by for further approval from their commanding officers at the Strategic Scientific Reserve and not long after setting up camp in a frosty clearing, nearly every member of their team came down with influenza.
Falsworth, Dugan and Morita were the first of them to fall ill, quickly followed by Dernier, Jones and Peggy; Bucky seemed to luck out, only suffering very mild symptoms that cleared up after twenty-four hours and thanks to the super-soldier serum flowing through Steve’s veins, he was spared from catching the infection. (Y/N), being the only other person who hadn’t succumbed to the illness, helped Steve and Bucky care for the others and slowly nursed all six of their comrades back to health. However, it was then that the codebreaker herself finally came down sick and unfortunately, her symptoms were the worst by far; as the hours turned into a day and a day turned into two, she showed little to no sign of improvement and an unspoken fear of losing their beloved codebreaker slowly filled them all one by one. And since he was the leader of their tactical team and responsible for every single member he’d personally recruited, Steve was wracked with a heavy guilt that only continued to grow the sicker (Y/N) became.
“Cap? You with me, Cap?”
Steve tore his gaze away from the makeshift medical tent they’d erected at the start of their camp’s epidemic and looked over at Morita, who was sitting cross-legged on his standard-issue sleeping bag and attempting to tune their scuffed Stark Industries radio. “Sorry, Morita. What was it?”
“I was just askin’ you if you think we should use the radio transceiver to call for help.” He patted the portable SCR-300 unit as his chapped lips pursed in worry. “I know that Stark said it’s only got enough juice for one long-distance transmission, but (Y/L/N)’s not gettin’ any better and-”
“That transceiver’s our only way of receiving the order from headquarters to move in and we can’t afford to jeopardize this mission by using up its one and only transmission,” Steve replied, hating the tactical words he found himself uttering despite the indisputable truth they held. “I wish we could, but we have our orders.”
A disappointed but understanding look crossed Morita’s face, and he gave Steve a short nod before returning his attention to the radio resting on his lap. Steve’s jaw tightened in an effort to remain composed as he detected the faint sounds of the codebreaker vomiting into a bucket and as he paced around the wide clearing, he took a moment to survey their camp and its morose occupants; their days-long trek through the mountains of Greece meant that they’d all been cut off from any news of their friends and family back home, and (Y/N)’s poor health had only lowered their already dwindling morale. Falsworth and Dernier – both distracted by worry for their families’ safety back home in a post-Operation Steinbock England and Nazi-Occupied France – were heading off to their sentry duties while Dugan and Jones – who were on-edge since they’d caught wind of the successful sinking of the USS Grayback by Japanese aircraft off the coast of Okinawa, yet another American ship sunk since the start of the war – were coming back from their patrol. Morita, unable to contact his mother and grandparents imprisoned in a Japanese internment camp back home in the States, was preoccupying himself with tuning their battered radio so that they could catch up to date with any news from the front. Some leader I am, Steve scoffed at himself and kicked at a fallen pinecone as he paced, if I can’t lead them like this then how am I gonna keep them safe out there on the battlefield?
Hearing Dugan and Jones’ heavy footsteps approaching, Steve wiped the apprehensive look off his face and replaced it with a more stoic stare as he turned to face both men. “How’s (Y/L/N) doin’?” The tense silence of the camp was punctuated by the sounds of dry heaving emanating from the medical tent, causing all three men to wince in sympathy. “Poor kid. I really don’t know how we’re gonna get her back on her feet, seeing as we all used up the last of the medicine.”
“That gal’s a fighter, Dum Dum; you hear how she cussed out Monty when he tried takin’ her temperature this morning?” A smirk tugged at the corner of Jones’ lips as he shook his head and slung his rifle’s strap over his shoulder. “I think I’d rather try snatching a hungry bobcat’s dinner away than mess around with a sick Agent (Y/L/N).”
Before either of them could reply, the flap covering the entrance of the medical tent was thrown open and a worried-looking Bucky emerged with a bucket in his arms, making a bee-line towards the trio of men the moment he spotted them. “All right, the good news is that I think we’re close to breaking her fever and lowering her body temperature.”
While both Dugan and Jones breathed a sigh of relief, the expression on his best friend’s face made Steve frown and brusquely ask, “And the bad news?”
“She’s severely dehydrated and the lack of food’s startin’ to get to her; things are gonna go south real quick if we don’t get some food and water into her soon.” Bucky unceremoniously thrust the full bucket he’d been holding into Dugan’s arms, ignoring the older man’s cry of protest and Jones’ snickers. “Get this cleaned out and when you’re done, have Morita give you a hand with the laundry and be sure to start with (Y/N)’s clothes first. I’m gonna take a look at our K-rations and see if I can’t whip up somethin’ that’ll be easy on her stomach.”
When both Dugan and Jones looked over at Steve for his authorization, he gave them an approving nod and watched them both hurry away to carry out their orders. “What can I do, Buck?”
“Go and help Carter cool her down; I’ve got her placing wet cloths onto her wrists, ankles and forehead, the same as what your Ma and I did when you caught scarlet fever back in ’31, and see if you can’t get her to drink a little water while you’re at it.” Despite his visible concern for their codebreaker’s deteriorating health, a ghost of his trademark grin flashed across his face. “All I got for my efforts were some pretty un-ladylike threats about where she’d shove the water canteen I offered her, so maybe you’ll have some better luck.”
Steve, knowing full well that his best friend was harboring a small crush on the team’s quick-witted codebreaker but wanting to keep his secret, simply nodded and patted Bucky’s shoulder as he strode past him; when he reached the flap of the medical tent, he politely cleared his throat and waited for Peggy’s welcome before entering. (Y/N) was lying on the cot, dressed in a sweat-soaked white shirt and khaki trousers with wet cloths strategically placed along her overheated body, and Peggy was seated next to her with a troubled look on her face as she gently dabbed a damp rag along her best friend’s face. Judging by the pallor of her skin, the dark circles under her fluttering eyes and the erratic heartbeat that only a super-soldier could hear, it was easy for Steve to see why Peggy and Bucky were so worried for her.
“Oh no, not you too,” (Y/N) croaked out when she finally noticed Steve’s presence, weakly smiling as he took a seat on the other side of her cot. “I already told Peg and Bucky that I’m as fit as a fiddle.”
“And I already told you that you’re as stubborn as a mule.” Peggy’s words were playful, but the brief look she gave Steve conveyed the anxiety she was fighting to mask for the codebreaker’s benefit. “Perhaps Captain Rogers can convince you that your only job right now is to rest, not to waste energy arguing with me or threatening Sergeant Barnes with bodily harm.”
The codebreaker let out a frustrated groan. “But there’s still codes-”
“And you’ll be able to decode ‘em when you get better,” Steve interjected, his tone gentle but resolute. “You spent days nursing the rest of the team back to health, so now it’s your turn to let us take care of you.” He poured some canteen water into a tin cup and held it out for her to take. “So, could you do me a favor and do as Peggy says?”
After a long moment, (Y/N)’s jaw unclenched and she managed to muster up a faint chuckle before taking the cup from him. “I always said that ‘do as Peggy says’ should be the SSR’s official slogan…” She forced down the water and while Steve took the empty cup away, she gave Peggy a small apologetic smile. “I’m sorry that I’m being a pain in the ass, Peg. It’s just that I…I’m not used to being fussed over. I can’t…help but feel like a burden…”
The codebreaker’s eyelids drooped and her labored breathing subtly evened out as she lost consciousness, but her heartbreaking words hung heavy in the dead-silent medical tent. Although they’d only known one another for two months, Steve was well-aware of (Y/N)’s turbulent relationship with her family and the hardships she’d faced throughout her childhood; it saddened him to know that such a kind and compassionate woman was deprived of the sort of loving home that he and Bucky were lucky to have grown up in, and it made it all the more unfair that she was suffering after tirelessly caring for her teammates in their time of need.
A quiet sniffle caused Steve to look up from (Y/N)’s clammy face, and he felt a pang in his chest when he caught sight of Peggy wiping a tear off her cheek; when the agent’s reddened eyes met his, she gave him a saddened smile and quietly spoke. “From the moment we first met, (Y/N)’s been like a sister to me and since my brother Michael’s death, I can’t…I’d rather not imagine living in a world without her.”
Steve returned her smile with one of his own before reaching over the cot and tentatively resting his hand atop hers. “(Y/N)’s a fighter, Peggy. She’s gonna pull through this, and it’ll be because she’s got all of us here to help her out.” Peggy’s expression softened and Steve felt his face warm when she set the damp rag down and gave his hand a grateful squeeze. In an instant, it dawned on him that they hadn’t been alone with one another since their disastrous confrontation back at the SSR’s headquarters after his and Private Lorraine’s kiss; he awkwardly cleared his throat and slipped his hand out from under Peggy’s, picking up the rag and dabbing it into the bowl of water perched on a nearby crate as he attempted to keep his emotions in check. “I’m, um…I guess I’m not really used to being on this side of an illness,” He remarked, wringing the rag out and carefully placing it across (Y/N)’s heated forehead. “It’s a strange perspective, being the caregiver instead of the patient; I’m usually the one lying in bed with a hundred and two degree fever.”
“Doctor Erskine mentioned that your medical history was rather extensive…” Peggy stood and leaned over to adjust the codebreaker’s makeshift pillow, and her sympathetic eyes met his when he moved to help her. “I can’t begin to imagine how challenging your life was before Project Rebirth.”
Returning to his seat, Steve removed the cloth encircling (Y/N)’s wrist and wetted it with fresh water, his gaze fixed onto his task as the memories of his childhood in Brooklyn and the hazy memories of each of his life-threatening illnesses invaded his mind. “My ma – she was a nurse, you see – she always told me that God blessed her with a baby he knew she’d have no trouble raising on her own. He sure as hell didn’t hold back his punches, either; before high school, I was diagnosed with asthma, scoliosis, arrhythmia, high blood pressure, astigmatism, pernicious anemia, stomach ulcers, sinusitis, fallen arches, and I had a couple of bouts of colds, rheumatic fever and scarlet fever. But none of that ever stopped her…” His eyes stung with the urge to cry but he forced himself to remain composed as he continued. “She told me that nothing in heaven or hell could stop her from taking care of me.”
“Your mother sounds like a strong-willed woman. Is she…?” Sensing her hesitancy, Steve shook his head and out of the corner of his eye, he saw her purse her lips and fiddle with the end of her braided hair before continuing. “She'd be very proud of the man you’ve become.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat and chuckled to disguise the unexpected emotion the agent’s thoughtful words brought on. “I’m still just that skinny kid from Brooklyn, now just with a serum that gives you muscles and an iron-clad immune system.”
“You’re more than the serum.” Peggy’s gentle and affirming tone caused Steve to look up and meet her sparkling brown eyes. “The serum would be nothing without the good, kind-hearted man it empowers,” She reached across the cot to rest her hand atop his, causing Steve’s heart to race and a blush to color his cheeks. “You’re my hero, Steve.”
There was a sudden and palpable shift in the air as Steve studied the agent’s eyes and took in her words. Although he’d undergone an incredible physical transformation that saw him go from sickly to the epitome of strength, the way Peggy looked at him never changed; it was clear as day that she meant exactly what she’d said – after all, Peggy Carter was hardly one for mincing words and had no issue speaking her mind in any given situation – and that realization only made Steve’s admiration and unspoken attraction to her grow. With a soft smile, Steve twisted his hand around to intertwine their fingers and shyly replied, “You’re my hero, too.”
Peggy’s smile grew but before either of them could say or do anything further, Bucky and Dugan burst into the medical tent; they both quickly withdrew their hands from one another before either man took note of their intimate moment, and Steve hastily averted his gaze from the equally-flustered agent seated across from him. “How’s the patient doing?” Bucky asked, oblivious to the conversation he’d walked in on as he set a bowl of broth down onto the nearest crate and moved to replace the cloth on (Y/N)’s forehead with the back of his hand; after a moment, the look of concern written across his face softened and he breathed out a relieved sigh. “Her fever finally broke; she should be okay after we get her to eat and drink a little.”
“Oh, thank heavens,” Peggy beamed and a reassured Dugan ruffled her hair before ducking out of the medical tent to inform their teammates of the good news. “Ste-Captain Rogers was able to convince her to drink a little water after you left.”
“And Peg-Agent Carter managed to cool her down with the wet cloths,” Steve added, awkwardly clearing his throat when his best friend glanced over his shoulder and arched a curious brow at him. “So, um, you made soup?”
Bucky chuckled. “Well, my ma sure as hell wouldn’t call it that, but a bouillon cube mixed into boiling water’ll just have to do.” With the gentleness of a well-seasoned caregiver, he nudged (Y/N)’s shoulder and smiled when her eyes finally fluttered open. “Hey there, doll. I know you’re tired, but I’ve got some food here for you; it ain’t easy makin’ these K-rations taste edible, but I worked a little magic just for you.”
Groaning, (Y/N) allowed Bucky to help her sit up and Steve, not wanting to be in their way, stood and gave Peggy a small smile as he made his way to the tent’s flap. “I, um…I should go and check in with the others. Would you tell (Y/N) that I hope she feels better soon and that she’s to continue following your orders until she does?”
“Of course. And Steve?” He turned around in time to catch the tender look etched across Peggy’s beautiful features, illuminated by a smile that caused his stomach to lurch in a not-so-unpleasant way. “Thank you, for opening up to me.”
Steve nodded once and returned her smile with one of his own. “And thank you, Peg.”
Arching a quizzical brow, the agent quietly asked, “What for?”
“For listening.”
And as Steve turned and walked out of the medical tent, all he could think of was the way Peggy had looked at him and how happy he was that they’d seemingly moved on from their turbulent encounter back at headquarters. When the war’s over, I’m gonna buy (Y/N) (Y/L/N) every single Andrews Sisters record and box of herbal teabags I can get my hands on, Steve silently vowed as his smile grew into a full-blown grin.
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A/N: Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new one-shot. Enjoy!
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better to have loved, II.
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pairing: michael rainey jr inspired male oc (kordell) x coco jones inspired fem oc (akia) summary: kordell and akia have a complicated relationship. he is all into her, and she’s confused as to what she wants due to a recent heartache. throughout their ups and downs, he’s convinced that it’s still better to love her than to not love her at all. warning: angst. old plot revived. eventual fluff. heartache. unrequited love. songs: better to have loved, keke palmer. love, need, and want you, patti labelle. if only you knew, patti labelle. relationship, anthony ramos. tags: @neeville @zayswriting @dulcewrites
Later that day, Akia had left Kordell’s home after they spent a few more hours together, only to return what seemed to be moments after she'd left.
She knocked on the front door multiple times. Her fist pounded against the door so heavily that one would've thought it was the police dying to alert the homeowner of an emergency. To her though, the situation she had found herself was nothing short of an emergency. One that would leave her heart desolate and lacking what it needed most--love.
Kordell opened the door with a confused look etched upon his features. His thick eyebrows were scrunched together, the shape almost resembling a frown, and his lips were pursed together. The hard look softened when he saw her face.
She was no longer glowing. A large cumulonimbus cloud sulked above her crown as it drenched her in sadness and sorrow. Her lips were down turned to a deep frown and her once glistening eyes were almost as dark as the sky above them. There was no joy or happiness swarming in her normally soft pools of honey. They'd crusted over.
Kordell said nothing, rather he opened the door further for her to enter. She muttered a small thank you, kicked off her shoes, then trudged up the stairs to his room. She heard his footsteps behind her, but didn't acknowledge his presence until he closed the door and called her name.
Akia slowly peeled off her jacket and placed it on his nightstand. She rotated her body so she was facing him. His soft eyes met hers, and the look of concern, the look of tenderness that grazed over his innocent features made her tear up. She was all over the place.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Kordell was quick to step to her, engulfing her in a warm hug. Akia sighed deeply and dug her face into his neck. He almost shivered when her cool nose grazed his heated skin.
She muttered a name, a name he knew all too well. It was the name of her ex. His name was Damien, and God, did he make her life hell. They had one of those relationships where one person is so in love that they don't realize how toxic their partner is until they're too deep into the relationship. Damien wasn't as good as everyone thought he was, as good as Akia thought he was. She stayed with him for a little over a year, but it was the worst year of her life, and Kordell’s, too.
He was the one she ran to every time her former lover drove a stake into her heart without a care. Not that he minded, because that was apart of being her friend, but it got exhausting seeing another guy treat her like trash when he knew he could treat her like the treasure she was.
Kordell pulled away from Akia and asked her to tell him what happened, just because he knew she needed to release all the things she was withholding. Once she started, she couldn't stop.
She told him about how he sent her a surplus of text messages, all begging her to return to him like a dog who'd ran away from their owner. She told him that when she declined and implored him to stop texting her phone from random numbers, he called her out of her name, stomped on her dignity, and left her to dry.
Retelling the story was a struggle, as she had to pause a few times to recollect herself. Kordell’s blood boiled as he listened to her retell the story. He'd never understand how a person could treat her as a "worthless human being," as Damien addressed her as.
"Kia." His voice was gentle. Akia lifted her head and dabbed her tears away with her fingers. "Please," he started. "don't let a boy, dictate your worth. You're precious, worth more than rubies and diamonds, and anything else the world can offer. He's an idiot, and he's been one ever since he let you go. He had no clue what he was missing, and still don’t. But, don't let yourself fall apart of over him, over anybody. Love yourself. Please... The trauma ain’t worth it, mama.”
Kordell’s touch was gentle as he caressed her hip softly in comfort. A small breath fell from Akia’s lips and she found herself falling shy underneath his gaze. Her lips twitched as she tried to fight the smile that was desperate to crawl unto her face.
"Okay," she said with a soft nod. "Thank you..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he still heard it. Their eyes stayed locked on one another. No words were exchanged between the two, as neither one of them had anything to say. Kordell’s eyes fell to her lips, which were coated in a thin layer of chapstick. He could smell the strawberry scented wax.
He found himself leaning in, and soon his lips ghosted hers ever so slightly. In the back of his mind, he was having a battle. Part of him was scolding himself for kissing her without her permission, but the other half couldn't resist. The angel on his right shoulder spoke louder than the devil on his left, so he pulled away. But, when he saw her inspecting his lips, he tried again.
His insides jolted with excitement when her soft lips brushed against his. She fell into the kiss momentarily, then retracted. "I shouldn't have done that." Her warm breath fanned his lips.
Akia brought her hands to her forehead and huffed. She moved away from him just slightly. The confidence that surged through his body drained just as quickly as it filled his body. His hand dropped from his waist.
"What?” his breath was caught in his throat.
"We're just friends, Dell,” she said. "I-I hi shouldn't have--I've got to go."
She jumped up from the bed and grabbed her sweatshirt from his nightstand. She slid it over her body. Kordell’s shoulder's fell and he could feel his head begin to get heavier and heavier. He didn't understand why she had to go. When she came, he was almost excited. Not because she was upset, but because the opportunity to bring her comfort was present.
Even if he couldn't have her as his lover, he wanted her as a friend. He wanted to shower her with the love, support, and warmth she deserved. Even if it mean holding her as she cried over another guy for hours on end. Anything to be close to her, it was all he desired.
Kordell didn't fight her. He simply said okay and allowed her to walk out of the door. There was nothing else for him to say, unless he wanted t announce that she'd just shattered his heart for the millionth time. But, part of it was his fault. He allowed it to happen. He saw it as it was better to love someone else even if it meant getting no love in return.
Kordell heard the revving of her engine as she started the car and pulled off into the night. It seemed that now she was no longer around, he could finally let out all the emotions he kept bottled away. And for the first time in months, he cried. He cried because he loved a girl who only saw him as a friend. He cried because he invested so much into her just to not receive what he was giving her in returned. He cried because even though she was unintentionally causing him pain, he could never let her go.
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The Other Stevens: Chapter 7
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Main Master List The Other Stevens
Chapter 6
Warnings: language, spoilers for season 2, fix it fic of course, age gap relationship (ish)
Word Count: 2.2k
Author's Note: So this is the last chapter (save for the epilogue) and I honestly loved writing it. Huge shout out to @ed-baldwin for reading it over and fangirling over it to give me the additional motivation to finish this fic!
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The following two months were hell on everybody involved in the soap opera. Although Gordo spent time getting in shape and getting ready for the mission, he wasn’t the same and Danny and Jimmy knew that. They knew that their dad wasn’t mentally home, they knew that he was probably somewhere with you on a mental island. Despite trying everything to see you again, Gordo never succeeded, it was like you had disappeared.
The two months weren’t easy for you either. From your window, you could see his red corvette pass your house every day on his way to and from work, trying to see if he could catch you outside your own house, maybe talk to you, try to win you back, but you never gave him the satisfaction. In refusing to give in to him, you also were punishing yourself because despite all the words he said to you, you still love that arrogant asshole and you want nothing more than to run into his arms and push it all past you. 
Staring up at the barely visible moon, you wonder what he could be doing. He could be doing some moon exploration, or re-exploration of his ex. The thought annoys you as you shut your blinds, trying to erase the image out of your brain.
“Honey?”
“Yeah dad?”
“You might wanna see this.” You walk into the main living room and eye the broadcast.
“What’s going on?”
‘And although it is not official what is going on, sources believe that Jamestown is under siege by the Soviets. There is reason to believe that the main nuclear engine is going to mel-’ the main broadcast cuts off as the emergency one comes on, air raid sirens going off outside. Your blood freezes. Even though you don’t know a lot about nuclear power, you know that if the coolant shuts down, the whole base will explode, including Gordo. 
“Come on, we got to get to shelter,” your dad grabs your arm and drags you from your spot in the hall and down the stairs, into the nuclear bunker. Your dad seats you next to your mom while he shuts the door, locking it tight before hurrying back down and turning on the emergency radio listening to every word while your mom sobs in terror, you on the other hand, don’t make a sound, adrenaline and fear freezing you over. Not fear for yourself, but fear for Gordo.
“Do you guys have anything to protect yourself with?” Gordo looks over his shoulder and eyes three suits, littered with holes.
“We do, but they ain’t in good shape.” Molly ponders for a second while Margo enters the room, a file in her hands.
“Alright, you’re gonna want to get some duct tape and patch up every tiny hole twice over. Hopefully that will be enough to stop you guys from blowing up.”
“So one of you is going to kill the power to the main reactor, the other is going to switch the back up on. Shouldn’t take you more than a minute or two, the thing is, this has to be done simultaneously, not a second early, not a second late, or else it could blow up in your face.” Gordo gulps while Tracy takes a seat next to him, writing down the information, briefly taking glances at her ex.
“You guys don’t have to do this, you know. Everyone would understand.”
“If we do die, might as well die as heroes,” Gordo mumbles, not really caring if he lives or dies. What’s the point of living if the girl you love doesn’t love you back? “Trace, can you leave Molly and I for a second?”
“Uh? Sure?” She walks away, but within hearing distance, straining to hear what was so important that she had to walk away. 
“Ok, if I die. I want you to get Ed to go into my room, in the top drawer on the right side of the bed, there is going to be a letter in an envelope. I want you to tell Ed to take that letter and give it to (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”
“Who’s tha-”
“Just tell Ed, please? It’s important.” Tracy rolls her eyes, is he seriously still on that chick? Molly nods her head and stares at Gordo through the screen.
“Anything else?” Gordo looks back to Tracy who shakes her head.
“Nope, I think we got it all.”
“Godspeed.”
Minutes later and all suited up, Gordo and Tracy stand next to each other, last minute thoughts running through their brain. Pulling out a photo, Gordo traces your features with his gloved hand and a faint smile on his lips. He hopes that he won’t die. He hopes that he’ll be able to give you the letter in person. Setting the picture to the side, he cracks his neck and eyes the door, aware of the way Tracy watches him. “What is it, Tracy?”
“I love you, Gordo. If we live, I want to make things work between us.” 
“Wish you would’ve said that 5 years ago. I’ve moved on and I know she’s young, but I love her. She makes me happy and not a second has gone by where I don’t think of her. And yeah, I made a mistake and haven’t seen her in months, but I still want her. I need her. I love you too, Trace. You’re the mother of my children, but I am in love with her and I want her.” Tracy turns away and stares straight ahead.
“Alright then, let’s save the day.”
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‘Defying direct orders, the crew of Apollo and Soyuz met in space and shared a handshake, de-escalating the nuclear threat. In other news, Jamestown narrowly avoided a nuclear meltdown due to the heroic actions of Astronaut and Captain Gordon Stevens as well as Astronaut Tracy Stevens. Their condition is unknown at the time,’ you stare blankly at the tv as you soak in the events of the day. One, you were almost nuked, two, there was almost a nuclear meltdown that would’ve killed everyone on the moon, and three, Gordo could be dead and the last thing you ever told him was to never speak to you again, and now… all you want to do is to fly to the moon, just to make sure he is okay. Muting the tv, you choke back a sob as you pull out the only photo of him and you that you didn’t ruin, a photo of him and you smiling, a stretch of land behind the two of you with Columbia in the background, just days before the catastrophic fight. 
A sharp knock stirs you out of your thoughts as your dad opens the door, Jimmy and Danny standing there with their hands in their pockets. “Can I help you boys?”
“Yeah, we need to borrow (Y/N), if that’s okay?” Your dad looks over to you as you nod your head, pocketing the photo and making your way over to the pair.
“I saw the news, is he ok?”
“He’s going to be fine. He’s at the hospital right now, so we decided that he’ll need some company while we go back and forth between mom and him.”
“I’m so glad to hear that they’re back and safe, but I don’t think it would be wise to go and see him.” Danny rolls his eyes and grabs your arm gently, guiding you out the door and to his car, sticking you in the back while Jimmy takes the front.
“Although I don’t like you or my dad being together, you made him happy. These past few months without you, he’s been completely insufferable, always moping around and just not being himself. So, I can get over myself for his sake.” He peels out of the driveway as you look out the window, watching the trees pass by.
“What if he doesn’t want to see me?”
“Please, he won’t shut up about you, he wants to see you,” Jimmy comments, placing his headphones on, leaving you and Danny without a barrier between awkward silence. 
“I am sorry about what happened. I don’t know what came over me,” you give him a small smile through the rearview mirror while he pulls into the hospital parking lot. “Alright, so we’ll see him first, you can just wait outside, but then we’ll leave you so we can go see mom. Deal?”
“Yeah, deal.” Danny and Jimmy look between each other and nod in unison.
“Alright then, let’s go.”
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Gordo groans as his eyes open, his body feeling like he hit a brick wall. After turning the back up generator on, on the way back to the safety of Jamestown, he tripped and fell, breaking his leg against the metal stairs, and then of course, the not healthy dose of radiation poisoning both he and Tracy got from their time outside. Looking around, he notes he’s back on Earth, in a hospital room, various wires poking out of his skin to provide him with the necessary medicine he needs. “Hey dad,” Danny’s voice is the first he hears as he turns his head, noting both sons are present. He grins. 
“Hey boys. Miss me?” He extends his arms for them as Danny and Jimmy gently hug Gordo, relief washing over them. “So, does anybody know what the doc said? How long am I gonna be here?”
“They said they want to keep you for about a month, one week to treat the radiation and then to take care of your leg, you had a pretty bad fall,” Danny comments as Gordo’s face falls. “But, the president has awarded you two medals. Medal of Honor and Defense Distinguished Service.” Gordo waves his hand at the notion.
“I don’t need a medal. How’s your mom?”
“She’s doing better than you, that’s for sure. She’ll be here for a week,” Jimmy replies, periodically looking at the entrance, Gordo catches on.
“What are you looking at?” Jimmy and Danny look at each other.
“Well, since you’ll be here for a month, and we can’t keep both you and mom entertained at the same time, we figured you having a guest visitor might lighten the mood.” Gordo’s heart skips a beat at the possibility that it’s you. God, he hopes it’s you. Just then, you round the corner, your hands fiddling with each other as you stand in the doorway, not really sure what to do.
“(Y/N),” Danny and Jimmy stand up and make their way over to you, patting you on the shoulder before shutting the door behind them, leaving you and Gordo alone. You immediately rush to his side, looking him over as tears well in your eyes. You almost lost him without telling him how you really feel. 
Noticing the tears in your eyes, Gordo takes one of your hands in his and lightly squeezes in comfort. “Hey, look at me.” Your eyes travel up to his face, a tired lopsided smile etching its way onto his face. “It’s good to see you.”
“Gordo, I-,” you lean up and press your lips against his, trying to convey all of your feelings through your lips. Pulling away, you rest your forehead against his, yours and his breath playing against each other. “I thought you were going to die. I saw the news and everything and I was so scared for you. I was so scared,” he reaches a hand up and brushes away the tears with his thumb before caressing your face, holding you close as you wrap your body over his, being careful to not actually rest against his wounded body. “I was so scared, Gordo. I thought I was gonna lose you.” He chuckles lightly, sniffing back tears of his own as he presses another kiss to your lips.
“I’ve been trying to get ahold of you, but you never called back.” You shake your head in denial at your own stupidity.
“I know, I know. I was stupid.”
“No, no, no. I was stupid. I should’ve never said those things. I should’ve never done that to you. I should’ve never gone out and drank. I’m sorry for what I said.” 
“Let’s just forget about it and start over.”
“Yeah, that sounds real nice. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you like to go out, on a real date?” He looks up at you while you nod, tears collecting on your lashes as you smile down at him.
“Yes, I would.” 
“Good,” he attempts to scoot over in his bed, leaving some space on the side, “all I wanna do right now is hold you. Get in here,” he commands as you toe off your shoes and climb into the hospital bed, allowing him to wrap an arm around your frame as he presses a kiss to the top of your head while you snuggle into him, being careful to avoid the wires. “I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Gordon Stevens. I love you too.”
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Princess
Mike Schmidt x Female! Reader
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Summary: You detest having a roommate. You enjoy cheap rent. One of these things is going to have to change at some point, and with the week you're having? There's only so long before people reach a breaking point.
Tags: Smut. Filthy smut. (This is the first smut I've published too, so enjoy that.) Enemies to lovers, mocking, Mike is so OoC at some parts you could really shove anyone into this role, I'm going to be so extremely for real. (I'm honestly just feral for the actor. Sorry.) Hate fucking, dirty talk, cursing, cucking(??), listening in, masturbating, dumbification, slight dacrophillia(??), Abby's out of the equation for this scenario. Imagine like, early 20s Mike, he's not caretaker yet. Praising, pet names (good girl, princess, whore, pretty girl), no use of Y/N. Dom! Mike, teasing Reader, Brat (??) Reader, phone sex, walking in on masturbation, walking in on sex, possessive! Mike, hickies/bite marks, finger sucking, hair pulling, slut shaming, probably missing some things imma be honest. Just assume this is depraved.
Notes: I'd like to apologize to God and Josh Hutcherson. This is filth and I recognize my eternal soul is indeed damned. Anyways, bone apple teet.
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I didn't mind Mike when I met him, you know.
He's quiet. Shy. Keeps to himself. Those traits should make for a good roommate. If he'd kept his mess confined to his room, maybe the music that he blares just a little too loudly wouldn't be so headache inducing.
My fingers rap on the thin door, demanding his attention which is never given to me unless I make a production out of it. We both know that.
"Michael," I say.
Silence.
"Mike."
Nothing.
I open the door and there he is, peacefully asleep on his bed as the bass shakes the water in his glass. I sigh and click off the stereo, then turn to leave. It's incredible how quickly I hear him shift on the bed, scrambling to stand.
"The fuck?" He croaks, wiping sleep from his eyes.
"Your music was blaring. I already heard it from Mrs. Jones upstairs about you waking her kid up, I'm not dealing with that again," I say raising my hands up in the air defensively.
"I don't sleep well," he says.
"Neither does the baby," I say.
Mike rolls his eyes, turning the music back on and turning his back to me.
"Michael-"
"Don't call me that," he interrupts.
It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Schmidt, can you at least turn it down? I'm asking nicely," I say. He stands there for a moment and though I can't see his face, I know he's thinking.
Finally, with a sigh he says "Fine, princess."
"Don't call me that," I say. I hear a small huff of laughter from him and he turns to look at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hit a nerve?" He asks with false sympathy.
"It's a simple request," I say. My eyes narrow at him in irritation.
"Which one?"
"Both."
We stand there for a moment, both of us sizing the other up, taking each other in.
"Fine."
"Fine."
"Fine."
With the agreement having been made, I turn to leave, shutting the door behind me.
Year long lease. Joy.
-Tuesday-
"Hurry up!" Yells Mike, pounding on the bathroom door.
"I'm fucken hurrying!" I yell back, my hands working as fast as they can to wash off my body. Late alarm, fever dreams causing me to wake in a pool of stinking sweat, and one bathroom make for a horrendous cocktail of repeated 'fuck you's through the cheap door.
"I'm gonna be late!" Mike yells.
"So am I, I'm sorry!"
There's a moment of long silence and I think maybe Mike has finally found a spot of pity, realizing that maybe we aren't enemies but simply humans who unfortunately have to coexist in this world together. Then the water turns freezing, and I realize I hate him.
"Michael!" I practically scream. Traces of soap still reside on my body, but the cold and my alarm both force me out. Angered and not thinking clearly, I wrap the towel around my dripping waist and swing the door open.
"Are you fucking happy?" I sneer, face inches from his.
His expression is initially satisfied, but as his eyes flicker downwards he and I both realize my mistake. His eyes widen, lingering for a moment on my bare chest as he processed what he was seeing, then returning to meet my glare.
"What?" I ask sharply. "You've never seen a pair before?"
He stammers. "I-I have."
"Don't act like it," I say. "Take a fucken photo, be the only pair you'll probably ever see in your life, dicksmack."
As though he remembers himself, his eyes narrow. "Move, princess."
I slam past him, walking quickly towards my room and slamming the door behind me.
"Don't wake the baby!" Mike mocks down the hall.
Oh, motherfucker. It is on.
-Wednesday-
It's hard to break a lease. It's harder when nothing as cheap exists in the area. This is a problem for both Mike and I. I know it's true for him because apparently even his bills are too troublesome to keep on the floor of his room. But despite his mess, it's him that comes barreling down the hall, bursting into my room with no warning.
"Jesus, Michael!" I start, spinning around in my chair. "Have you ever heard of knocking?"
"Have you ever heard of washing a dish?" He sneers. "It's not hard. My baby sister could do it."
"Oh, is she available? I'd love to see how she'd handle your laundry situation," I retort.
"Why is it impossible for you to actually wash something? You'll put water in it, let it soak. I respect that, but then you never come back to it. Do you enjoy flies? I think you enjoy flies," he says with hate dripping off of his words. I roll my eyes, but he's not entirely wrong either.
"Fine," I mutter. "I'll do the dishes. Sorry."
"See? Look at how hard that was, princess." He begins to turn away.
"Will you quit fucking calling me that?" I snap.
"I'm following our bargin. You're the one who slips first, princess," he says while laughing, raising his hands in defense.
A long moment passes, neither of us willing to back down.
"Do the dishes yourself," I say finally, turning back to the computer.
"Not my mess," he says.
"Too bad. I'm too delicate," I say with a faux breathiness to my voice. The door slams behind him, which has me instantly rising from my chair to race after him.
"Don't slam my door!" I say.
"You did it the other day!" He says, spinning around to face me and almost slipping on one of his shirts littering the hall. I can't help but smile at that.
"Problems?" I ask.
"Yeah, they exist in whatever demon spawned you," he hisses. His eyes catch on something though, narrowing as he leans slightly closer. "The fuck is on your neck?" He asks.
"The fuck you mean 'the fuck is on my neck?'" I ask.
"I mean you've got something on your neck," he says.
"No I don't," I say. "Move." I shove past him to enter the bathroom beside us, flicking on the light and feeling my irritation rise as he reaches to do the same thing simultaneously.
"See?" He says, pointing at a small, dark mark on my neck.
Fuck.
"I don't fucken know what that is," I lie, covering it with my hand.
"You liar, that's a hickey!" He says still pointing at it.
"Is not!"
"Is too. What, are you fucking some high-schooler?" He scoffs.
"Adults leave hickies too, Mike. It can be enjoyable. You'd know this if someone ever wanted to fuck you," I spit back.
"Who on earth would enjoy having sex with you?" He asks. "The only loads you leave attract flies I don't want to have to deal with come summer."
My jaw drops in shock.
"And the only loads you leave smell like menthols and depression!" I retort.
Staring. Always staring with this guy. Jaws clentched, eyes narrowed.
"Just don't bring this guy around here," he finally says. His voice is quieter but the edge is still there.
I blink. "What?"
"You heard me," he says. "I don't need to hear your shrill voice like that."
Am I imagining things or is he blushing? No, I'm definitely imagining things. It's the florescents.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I taunt. The fuck kind of response was that?
His eyes widen slightly. "No," he says a little too quickly.
"What, you get one look at my tits and now you're thinking about that degenerate shit?" I press, stepping closer.
"I don't- this-" He's blundering. I've got him now, I've found his weak spot.
Without a word, I slip out of the bathroom and return to my room, shutting the door and beginning a plan that will guarantee I won't have to worry about being the roommate that breaks lease and looks for a new apartment.
-Thursday-
"Are you close, baby?" The sweet voice on the phone asks me. The battery on my toy is flashing, showing one of us needs to finish soon. And while I like Nick, there was just something lacking in him that kept me on this irritating edge, hiding my release from me.
"I'm close," I confirm, switching hands to try and hit a new angle. The video on the computer is doing nothing to help with this at all, and I'm so bored I'm tempted to just fake it and seal the deal.
The plan was simple. Establish dominance over my roommate via fucking a guy I'd met at some party the week before. Nick was an easy target, too busy thinking with his dick to question why I was suddenly insistent on him coming over. And to guarantee his presence at the apartment, I would have to put in work. Not that I wasn't fully uninterested. He was alright, I was single. Beneficial for everyone involved.
The vibrator finally found that sweet spot, the one that made me cry out softly into the receiver as my wrist pumped with newfound vigor.
"Close," I told Nick. "Isn't as good as you though."
Nick chuckles softly. "You're sweet," he says. Then he's prattling sweet praises, whimpering into the phone breathily along with me as I finally begin to tip over the edge, moaning loudly and clearly. It's my luck that Mike should be at work at this moment.
Should be.
Wasn't.
The door opens as Mike walks in, his mind obviously focused on something else but immediately taken aback at the sight of me sprawled upon the bed, legs open, toy in hand, Nick on phone, porn on computer. Shit.
"Jesus!" Mike shouts. "It's the middle of the day!"
"Get the fuck out!" I shout back, my voice less vicious than I'd like given that I was mid-ruined orgasm. Mike covers his eyes, trying to stumble out of the door without looking, muttering a dozen apologies a second before finally reaching and slamming the door shut behind him.
Nick and I are both silent for a long while, neither of us sure what to say.
"So... I'll see you tomorrow?" I ask finally.
"...yeah." He says. And with the click of my phone, the plan is solidified.
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I don't see Mike that evening until about three hours later when he finally emerges from his room with pink cheeks and clothed in a large hoodie he seems to wish would swallow him whole.
"Hey," I say to him. I chew on my cheap food slowly, flipping through my novel at the cluttered table.
"Hi," he says quietly, not really making eye contact with me. He crosses to the cabinets, taking out a glass and filling it with water. We listen to the tap for a moment before I finally say "I didn't mean for you to see that."
His eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "I got that."
More silence. The tap shuts off and he leans against the sink, taking a long sip.
"So... hickey guy?" He finally asks. And I can't help the snort that escapes me.
"Nick," I say.
"And he's...?" Mike is testing the waters, that much is obvious.
"Canadian," I say.
Mike nods. Sip. Silence.
"Nick, from Canada," he says slowly.
"Yep," I say, popping the 'p.'
Mike looks at his drink in thought.
"So you're into Canadians," he finally says. I think for a moment.
"No," I say. I mark my book and close it. "Just bored."
"Just bored?" Mike asks.
"Just bored," I confirm.
Sip. Silence. Thinking.
"You... do that regularly?" He asks.
"I mean... I like sex," I say.
His cheeks redden at that, and he takes another sip as though to hide that.
"He's coming over tomorrow," I say casually. Mike's eyes dart to mine, dark and wide.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Another sip. He finishes his glass.
"Should I find plans for tomorrow?" He asks finally.
"No," I say a bit too quickly. Both of our cheeks redden at that. "I mean, we won't... shouldn't...." I don't know what I mean.
Mike stares at me thoughtfully for a moment then looks back to the glass in his hand.
"You're pretty loud, princess," he finally says quietly.
There's a new tension in the air. One that isn't brought on by hate or dirty dishes. One that I don't mind strangely.
"You could join us, if you'd like," I offer. Mike's grip on the glass tightens so suddenly I'm almost surprised it doesn't burst.
"I- I'm pretty sure I'd get in the way," he stammers. Then his eyes darken, a strange look in them. "Besides, I don't like being a whore."
This comment stings. Deeply.
"I'm not a whore," I say defensively.
"Oh?" Mike asks.
"He's the only guy I've fucked in months, so yeah," I say.
"Oh, is that why I hear you moaning late at night all the fucking time?" Mike says. "Seriously, you're fucking loud."
"And you're a fucking virgin," I snap.
"Says who?" He asks.
"Forget it," I say. I gather my things and rise from my chair. "Don't fucking talk to me."
"Fine," he scoffs. "I'll wash this dish too, princess," he calls after me.
I spin around. "You would be so much more fuckable if you were easy to swallow," I snapped, stomping my foot like a child.
Both of us stare at each other in a bit of shock at what I just said.
"Most girls swallow just fine, thank you," he retorts.
"Who's the whore now?" I say. I don't wait for him to respond, slamming the door shut behind me.
Fine. Let him hate me. That's the whole point of this anyways. Then it'll be me and someone else in this terrible fucking apartment. Maybe it'll be Nick. Anyone would be better, I tell myself.
...
...how easy is Mike to swallow?
-Friday-
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't struggling to remember the correct name right now.
Nick is underneath me, pumping his cock in and out like no tomorrow as I grind against him. My jaw is slack, my hands buried in the blankets fabric underneath of us. I'm staring at the thin door though, the thin door that I know leaks every little noise whether there's a towel under the enormous crack or not. And the shadows of footsteps that I see make it all the easier for Nick to continue his shallow rhythm, edging me closer and closer.
"Mi-Nick," I moan loudly. It sounds endearing, thankfully. But my heart races at how close I've come to fucking things up in a few different ways. "Fuck, you're thick," I moan. It's not particularly true, but his size is fine, so what's an ego boost to help him along the way?
Nick is sweet underneath of me, moaning that I'm his, that we're each others. That's great and all, but God. There is this missing edge. And it isn't until I hear pounding on the bedroom door that I finally feel real excitement begin to flow through me.
"We need to talk," Mike's voice says firmly.
Nick looks guilty, his eyes wide and asking for silent guidance. I don't respond, simply continuing to slide up and down Nick's cock and moaning while doing so.
"Hey, princess," Mike says firmer, pounding on the door again. "Think you can stop Oh-ing Canada and come talk to me like a fucking adult?"
I don't stop, grinding harder against Nick's base. My hands find my clit, rubbing it as I respond.
"I told you you were welcome to join us," I moan. Nick looks at me like I've gone utterly insane, and maybe I have. Maybe I'm completely delusional about all of this, but I couldn't care less as I feel my dripping cunt tighten to the point even Nick doesn't care what happens so long as he comes inside of me.
"Mi-Nick," I moan. "Mi-ne, mi-ne." Come on, Schmidt. Catch the fucking hint.
All night I had been plauged with dreams about Michael fucking Schmidt. I'd noticed when we met he was attractive to me. I liked his hands, his stubble. God, his shoulders made me think things that will probably send me straight to Hell. But hate usually kept these thoughts at bay. Last night however, the dreams wouldn't stop coming. Over and over, a new fantasy of him emerged in my head. Him underneath of me as a writing mess, him begging for more, my tits in his mouth as he finished inside me. It was depraved. I wanted it.
The door bursts open just as Nick is finishing inside of me. It's the look in Mike's eyes that causes me to finish, all while keeping eye contact with him as well.
Nick is quick to flip me on my back, covering my body haphazardly with a blanket prattling excuse after excuse. Apparently we're sorry. Apparently we had gotten too wrapped up in the moment because apparently, you know how it is, right man?
But it doesn't matter. Mike isn't looking at Nick, who's pulling on his shirt above me. Mike's looking at me, watching my fingers that trail gently along my areolas, flicking lightly at my hardened nipples and clearly longing for more.
"Mike wouldn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman," I say with little thought.
"Oh?" Both of them ask me.
"I think you should leave, Nick. Mike and I are going to have a little talk, and I don't want you to see how ugly this may get," I say without breaking eye contact with Mike.
The sudden shift in the air is not subtle, so maybe that's why Nick doesn't really hesitate to listen to me.
"I'll call you later," he says as he stumbles past Mike.
"Don't bother," Mike calls after him. Mike slams the bedroom door shut, locking it before turning to me and raising an eyebrow.
"Is there something you'd like to say to me?" Mike asks, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms as his stands tall.
My hand dips to between my thighs where Nick and I's cum pools out, coating me in the thick stuff.
"Sorry," I say in a spoiled tone, smiling.
Mike's eyes scan my entire body. From the hickies coating my neck, to my breasts and even my thighs, I can see a new wave of anger washes over him. At least, it looks like anger. There's something else mixed with it too, something I desperately want to play with.
"You're not sorry for shit," he says. He's correct.
"I told you last night, I like fucking people," I say as my fingers circle my clit.
Mike's jaw tightens. "You like fucking people," he repeats.
I can see him grind his teeth. He's silent for another moment. "And do you like... him?"
I giggle. "You tell me," I say with a soft and low voice.
His eyebrows twitch. "You're still... going?" He asks with an unsure edge to his voice.
"Yes, Michael. This is what a woman looks like when she's turned on," I say in a mocking tone, batting my lashes as my fingers dip into my entrance. "Would you like to try?"
He steps closer, bending down ever so slightly to stand over me.
"Don't call me that," he says in a low growl.
"Make me," I taunt.
He blinks.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
A startled yelp escapes me as Mike grabs my hips, dragging me roughly to the edge of the bed. He spreads my legs, stepping between them and slips his rough thumb inside of me with no hesitation.
"Fuck. You do like him," he groans, his other hand fiddling with his belt. I can see how hard he is underneath his jeans, his fingers clumsy but working quickly at the items covering him.
"He's oka-ay," I say quickly, my voice trailing off into a soft moan. His thumb explores the inside of my cunt, probing the wet muscle and massaging inside of me spots a man had never taken time to look for before. "Your finger's thick," I moan.
Mike chuckles, freeing himself and pumping into his hand slowly as he presses his thumb deeper inside of me.
"You told Nick he was thick too," he says. "That just your line with guys?"
It is, but this time I actually mean it. So I shake my head. "No," I say quietly.
"I don't believe you," Mike says. He slips his thumb out of me, making me clench around nothing. I open my mouth to protest only for Mike to quickly shove his thumb into my mouth, touching the back of my throat while he sinks his cock into me.
"Go on, pretty girl," he moans. "Take it like the proud whore you are."
I gag around his thumb, both from the sudden intrusion and from the taste. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like this, if I said that his actions didn't make me even more wet and that I didn't suck his thumb greedily, wrapping my tongue around it and sucking it clean until I can only taste his rough flesh. I swear it makes his dick twitch.
His cock slides in and out of me with ease, taking his time to feel how I wrap around him.
"Fuck," he drawls. "It's been awhile."
I moan around his thumb, running my tongue along the underside and trying to rock my hips against him to tell him to speed up. Instead, he presses a hand down on my lower stomach, pinning me down as he sinks in fully. At first glance his size is average, but inside of me it's overstimulating how he fills me just a little too much.
His thumb presses further into my throat, making me gag as he tilts his head back in pleasure.
"You are just demanding. Do you know that?" He asks. I try to respond, but he simply presses his thumb against a spot that makes me gag once more.
"Nothing's good enough for you. Not even Nick. You didn't even cum until I came in here," he laughed cruelly, looking down at where we connect. His other thumb trails down to rub my clit slowly, making me writhe underneath him and clench around his still cock.
"Never shutting up. Till now. I like it when you're quiet, princess. Makes you easier to swallow." He presses deeper inside of me, making me whine in overstimulation.
"You're mine now," he says, slowly pulling out. "You can call Nick all you want. Call him, fuck him. But we both know he's not gonna make you cum like I will." Just his tip remains in me, barely staying in before he slams back into me so hard I scream.
"So what's the point?" Mike asks, slowly slipping out once more. "Do you like pitting men against each other like that?" He slams back into me. My eyes water, but I don't protest.
This time when he pulls back, he stays there. I wait for him, trying to he patient. But then he removes his thumb and wraps his hand around his length instead.
"What?" I ask, my voice raw.
"Say it," Mike says as he jerks himself off slowly.
"Say what?" I ask.
"I'm not gonna fuck you like you want unless you say you're mine," he says casually. His tip is bright red and leaking precum, his length coated in Nick and I's milky cum.
"Fuck you," I say. Mike just laughs.
"You're the one laying here crying over some dick," he taunts. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page here, princess."
I try to hold strong, I really do. It'd be more fun if I did. But fuck. The way he stands over me, his shoulders broad. I could never deny I liked the sight of his hands either, and seeing them tug as his pulsing cock while he stared down at me with that stupid fucking smile?
It's not fair.
"I'm yours," I say quietly.
"Hmm?" Mike asks, pumping his dick quicker now. I can see how hard his veins are, and the sounds of him fucking his own hand make me want him more.
"Yours," I repeat slightly louder.
"Use proper English," he says. His face has this stupid blissful look on it, his mouth slightly open as he pants, fucking himself and watching me as he does.
"I am yours," I hiss through gritted teeth. It doesn't even take a full second before he's buried in me once more, his hands pinning my knees to my shoulders and fucking me with enough speed I'm genuinely scared he'll hurt me. And I love it.
"I'm going to make you mine," he grins, his voice suddenly turning feral.
"I'm going to make you mine so much that you won't even be able to remember what Nick's name is, let alone what he looks like. Or what he feels like."
"Uh huh," I whine. My voice is so unusually high and ragged, my mouth slack and eyes rolling back in pleasure. I rock against his hips, trying to find my second edge. I'm babbling, whether I'm asking for mercy or more is anyone's guess.
He laughs at me, and it's a harsh and cruel laugh - not at all like the usual sarcasm and mockery he displays. Instead, his laugh comes from a place that is raw and angry and vicious, the kind of laugh a wolf makes when he's about to go for the kill.
"What's the matter?" he asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm and mocking. "Not quite the big, bad man that he's made you think he was, is he? How disappointing," he continues, his hips thrusting into me repeatedly.
I cry loudly with each new thrust. His movements are cruel, borderline abusive. Christ, I love it.
"Bigger," I whine. "Bigger."
He teeth nip at my throat, sinking in hard enough I'll be wearing sweaters and scarves for weeks. Makeup won't touch the color.
"Bigger?" He asks in a mocking voice. "What's bigger?"
"You're bigger," I moan. My voice is broken, and there's no way the neighbors don't hear the degeneracy occurring around them. Sorry, Mrs. Jones.
"What are you going for?" he snaps, his eyes narrowing and his voice growing more and more vicious. "Big bad Mike?" he giggles, his grip tightening on my ankles as he continues plunging into me.
A loud scream escapes me as Mike finds my g spot. He doesn't relent, focusing on the spot and abusing it while I sob and try to wiggle away, completely overstimulated from pleasure and unable to handle it.
His hands pin me against him, trapping me where I am and forcing me to take him however he wants me to.
"You want more?" he asks, taking one hand away from my ankles, grabbing and pulling my hair harshly, forcing me to stare into his eyes. His pupils are so blown out I can't even see his pretty hazel irises. They're dark and predatory, his breath hot and heavy with rage.
"Is that what you want?" he asks, pulling back and plunging into my aching cunt again.
"Yes!" It's a violent scream that escapes me, feeling myself begin to tip over the edge. His eyes sparkle, his lips in a smile that shows he knows he's won.
"And what would Nick say if he could see you like this? All mine, all mine..." he taunts.
"Huh?" I'm completely stupid, my body coming undone so suddenly around his dick with cries, screams, whimpers and everything inbetween. Nick was foreplay and I've no mental energy to remember any detail that isn't Mike's.
"Don't even know his name?" Mike laughs. "You can't even remember his name, can you?" he grins, his eyes narrow again as he tugs my hair and shoves himself in further.
"Uh uh," I pant in a high voice. My body shakes terribly, his pounding length already edging me once more as he continues abusing my spot. How on earth am I supposed to walk after this?
"Then let me help you remember his name," he says. "Say his name."
"Mike," I moan pathetically. I'm right back on that edge, crying and feeling as though I'll burst from overstimulation.
"Louder," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm and mocking. "Say it louder. Say his name loud enough for him to hear you."
"Mike!" I scream it religiously as I come undone a second time, gripping him to the point I can feel how close he is too. I hear him laugh above me, his other hand now wrapping around my throat and choking me slightly.
"That's my name," he says with mocking gentleness. "Say his name or I won't finish."
"I don't remember," I sob. Jesus Christ, do I have problems? "Just want you!"
His face glows, his lips split into a wide grin of satisfaction.
"So you want me, do you, princess?"
I nod pathetically. He's throbbing, slamming into me hard enough it may draw a third climax in a row.
His laugh is cruel above me, his lips landing on top of mine in a wet, possessive kiss. His tongue fills my mouth, forcing me to take him as the sounds of him fucking me like a depraved animal makes me whine in desperation.
He pulls away, a long string of spit between us connecting our lips.
"Then I'll give you what you want, princess," he says. "But there's a price."
"Uh huh," I agree. My eyes roll back as my body twitches, barely able to focus as he thrusts into me.
"Look at me," he says patiently, tugging my hair once more. When I manage to remember how, he let's out a long 'aw,' smiling down at me with false sweetness as I stare dumbly into his eyes. I suppose I'm staring into his eyes. God, I'm stupid.
His thumb grazes my jaw, tutting as he examines my face closely.
"Your eyes are pretty...*" he says, his voice sweet and tender, almost like I've made him soft and vulnerable, but his cock pounding into me causes the beginning of a headache that won't let me forget how much we hate each other. "Your eyes are pretty, your mouth is pretty..."
I lick my lips and nod lightly.
"You are just such a pretty girl, aren't you?" He asks. I nod, my body twitching uselessly as my third climax washes over me.
"Good girl," he praises. "All fucked out over me. That's good."
Suddenly and without warning, he pulls out quickly and shoves my face down close to his cock, coming all over my face. It's thick and everywhere. In my hair, my mouth. I can't even open my eyes.
"Stay like that," Mike commands as he lays me on my back. His softening cock reenters me and pumps lazily, his purpose to make sure he's fully emptied.
"Any new thoughts?" He asks me in a strange tone, light and amused. I simply moan, relishing the moment. He chuckles and spreads my legs so he can better see what is happening between us. It isn't until I hear the chime of his camera confirming a recording that I realize what he's done.
"Mike?" I ask, barely able to think straight.
A low laugh escapes him, cruel but warm.
"I want to show your new boyfriend the real you," he says. "Make sure we're all on the same page here, right?
...Fuck me, I have problems.
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Thanks for reading, pookies. See y'all in hell.
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haddonfieldwhore · 11 months
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dating headcanons - nick jones
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warnings: nsfw mentioned throughout, mentions of- smoking and drinking, cheating, stealing, choking, spitting (once)
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* usually not the ‘dating’ type. relationships with him are usually more of a fwb situation, but it could develop into more after that.
* i don’t think he would cheat on you if you were officially dating, but if you were just fucking around i can see him maybe sleeping with someone else. you have to tell him if you want to be exclusive
* steals you little gifts all the time. it’s half about getting you a gift, half about the thrill of stealing something
* will 100% dine and dash if you’re down- it’s his idea of a fun date night
* crawls through your bedroom window most nights. he wants to see you of course but he also wants to get out of his house.
* when his parents kick him out, he either stays with you or you get a place together
* late night drives with him >>
* either in your car, or if you’re not scared of the thought of getting arrested, stealing cars together
* finding rooftops or old buildings to sneak into
* i feel like nick doesn’t open up very often, but rooftop conversations with him are the only time he’ll really have a deep conversation. whatever is said gets left there, so don’t bring it up afterwards
* nick always likes to be touching you in some way, letting everyone know you’re his. he definitely is quick to get jealous or even a little territorial if someone says something or looks at you the wrong way.
* doesn’t care who’s watching - he fully make out with you in a room full of people. not super into romantic pda, but will put his arm around you or have a hand on your thigh or around your waist
* likes seeing you in his clothes, whether it’s his hoodies or nothing but his t-shirt when you wake up
* i feel like he’s be down for matching necklaces or bracelets, as long as they weren’t ‘lame’. it would have to be something masculine or not obviously matching or else he won’t even consider it
* if you wear a necklace or something with his initial on it though? he’s obsessed
* if your relationship becomes serious, i can him being open to matching tattoos. somewhere hidden only for the two of you, and it would probably something small, like first initials or just something the other person drew. bonus points if you each tattoo it on the other person (don’t do this irl tho)
* he drinks and smokes a fair amount. he wouldn’t care if you don’t as long as you don’t pester him about it, but he might tease you lightheartedly for not drinking
* if you do smoke, cigarettes after sex >>>
* nick loves shotgunning the smoke into your mouth; it drives him crazy
* he wears enough cologne that you can notice it linger on his clothes, but not enough to be overpowering/obnoxious
* probably wears something like ‘fierce’ by abercrombie and fitch. he’s not too picky and just grabbed it while buying jeans one day and stuck with it
* i can also see him just wearing axe body spray. either way he smells good, with a mix of cigarette smoke as well
* if you’re apart of his friend group, he wants you to take his side over carly’s. he doesn’t care if your friends with her, although he would prefer to have you all to himself.
* if you’re not already in the friend group, he would just bring you along one day, not making a huge deal about the fact that he’s introducing you. it would have to be after a little while of being together though.
* will not take you to meet his parents unless you absolutely insist, and even then its not guaranteed. he would maybe consider meeting yours, but it would have to be after dating for a LONG time, and he will complain everytime you ask lol
* fair warning, you’re going to have to lie to the cops / cover for him from time to time
* get used to being his alibi lol
* he forgets birthdays or anniversaries sometimes, but he will make it up to you by getting (stealing) you something you’ve mentioned wanting, or that he knows you wouldn’t get for yourself
* he pays attention to what you like, he’s just forgetful sometimes
* he won’t ask, but likes when you put your head on his chest after sex/when going to bed
* will hold you close with his arms around your waist, letting your nuzzle into the crook of his neck. it’s one of the only times he actually relaxes
* he can definitely be hot headed
* will rarely full on yell at you, but arguments do happen. usually they get resolved by ignoring eachother for a few days and then making up with sex
* is usually pretty rough with you in bed, but if he’s tired or you’re both just waking up, he likes when you slowly ride him
* i can see him being into choking you, and maybe having a slight spit kink.
* has a pretty high sex drive. he can go pretty much anytime anywhere you want
* he’s a tease. will dirty talk the hell out of you until you’re begging him just to fuck you
* “awww, maybe if you ask nicely, huh?”
* hickeys hickeys hickeys
* on you, on him, doesn’t matter. loves seeing you littered with the wine coloured bruises, in places only he can see, as well as where everyone can. it’s a part of the possessive thing
* doesn’t care if you leave them on him or if his friends tease him for it
* when it comes to pet names, he prefers you to just call him his name, but he’s okay with babe as well. if he’s in a good mood he’ll let you get away with ‘nicky’ but his friends will absolutely tease him about it
* usually calls you baby, or a shortened version of your name. will sometimes call you sweetheart but usually only if he’s teasing you
* all in all, he’s not a perfect boyfriend, but he does care about you, even if he doesn’t always say it
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michaelsfavgirl · 13 days
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in the studio
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Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Synopsis: After weeks of no intimacy due to his demanding schedule you decide to pay Michael a visit at the studio in a short skirt. Oblivious to the effects it has on him you face the consequences.
Tags: dom!michael, sub!reader, slight exhibitionism, doing it standing up, against a wall, oral (fem receiving), fingering, pussy slapping, p in v, rough sex, creampie, orgasm denial.
Word Count: 3.9k
Requested: yes/no
Author’s Note: Sorry for not being very active these last couple of weeks, uni has started again and it's kicking my butt.
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As you walk through the bustling halls of the studio, your heart swells with anticipation, eager to reunite with your husband amidst his intense recording sessions for his latest album. Despite the excitement, a tinge of concern lingers in your mind, a nagging feeling that something has shifted in his demeanor lately. The late nights and early mornings, the relentless pursuit of perfection—it's all taken a toll on both of you.
You've noticed the change in him, how he's become more distant, more consumed by the music than ever before. It weighs heavily on his conscience, knowing he's neglecting the one person who means the world to him, you. But amidst the chaos of the studio, with deadlines looming and pressures mounting, finding time for each other has become increasingly challenging.
Determined to lift his spirits and offer some semblance of support, you've made the decision to surprise him at work, hoping to inject a bit of joy into his day. As you approach the door to the recording booth, the familiar sound of his voice washes over you, filling you with warmth and reassurance. Inside, you catch a glimpse of him through the slightly ajar door.
“Alright, Q roll the tape again, let’s move on to the adlibs now,” you hear Michael call out to Quincy Jones, the legendary producer, from the booth. His voice seems slightly strained from being in the studio before the sun was even up.
You watch as he readjusts his headphones on top of his head and clears his throat. The melody starts to play throughout the room and he begins to let the music overtake his body. His passion and dedication is evident in every note he sings. His curls bounce with each movement, his expression focused yet illuminated by the sheer love for his craft. 
While he does so you look around the room and you spot a familiar face: Janet, sitting on the couch along with a few more people, Michael's colleagues you assume. She suddenly catches your eyes and smiles warmly, gesturing for you to come in and make yourself known. Gently pushing the door open, you enter the room with cautious steps, mindful not to disrupt the creative flow. Taking a seat beside Janet, you exchange greetings and exhale softly, allowing yourself to sink into the comfort of the couch. 
"I'm surprised Mike didn't tell me you were coming," Janet whispers, her voice tinged with curiosity as she leans in closer to you, her words barely above a whisper in the bustling studio.
A wistful sigh escapes your lips as you gaze across the room at your beloved Michael, his figure immersed in the creative process, unaware of your presence. "I wasn't planning to, I just... needed to see him," you confess, longing evident in your voice as you speak of him.
Janet's expression softens, her hand finding its way to your arm in a gesture of comfort. "I know he's been a little distant lately. He's like that with all of us too. Hasn't even called Mom in a while, she's starting to worry," she confides, her concern mirroring your own.
You nod in understanding, your gaze still fixed on Michael, unable to tear yourself away from him. "You miss him, don't you?" Janet's voice interrupts your reverie. she looks at your outfit, immediately noticing the short skirt you’re wearing. You finally take your eyes off Michael and knit your brows in confusion. Before you can respond, she nudges you lightly with her knee, drawing attention to the tantalizing view of your legs. Heat floods your cheeks as you glance down at your exposed thighs. 
“Oh- it’s, it’s not like that” you feel your cheeks heat up as you protest weakly, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt in a futile attempt to cover more skin. 
A mischievous glint dances in Janet's eyes as she smirks knowingly. "Oh, spare me the excuses. It's obvious you two haven't fucked in a while," she teases, earning herself a playful swat from you.
"That may be true, but it's not why I'm wearing this, okay?" you retort, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your tone. "It's just a cute skirt," you add, though the words sound feeble even to your own ears.
Janet rolls her eyes in mock exasperation, but the teasing light in her gaze softens into understanding. "Whatever you say," she concedes with a knowing smile, letting the matter drop for now.
With a shake of your head, you try to refocus your attention on Michael. When you turn your head towards the booth you find his deep brown eyes already looking at you. A soft smile curves your lips as you wave at him, feeling a flutter of joy in your chest at the sight of his chuckle in response.
As Michael announces a short break over the microphone, Janet nudges you once more, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Taking the hint, you rise from your seat, your heart racing with anticipation as you make your way towards the soundproof booth, eager for a moment of intimacy with your beloved husband.
Passing by Quincy on your way, you exchange a polite greeting which he returns automatically before whipping his head back quickly, his surprise evident as he realizes you've managed to slip past him unnoticed.
As you slip into the soundproof booth with Michael, the outside world fades away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in a bubble of intimacy. With a flick of his wrist, he turns off the microphone, ensuring that your conversation remains private. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper and wrap your arms around him, your head snuggling into his chest. 
He returns the affection, feeling how much you’ve been craving his attention that he's unpurposefully depraved you from. Michael returns your affection, pulling you closer, his head resting atop yours as he breathes in the scent of your shampoo, a comforting reminder of home amidst the chaos of the studio. "I know, baby, I'm sorry for neglecting you these past few weeks. You know how hectic it gets here sometimes," he murmurs into your hair, his hand tracing soothing circles on your back.
You nod  in understanding and exhale. The tension of your separation melting away in his arms. "I'm happy you came," he adds, his voice filled with genuine warmth, and you can't help but smile at the sincerity in his words.
"Good, I was worried. Didn't want to distract you too much," His response is a playful squeeze of your waist, accompanied by a tsk. "You could never, sweetheart," he counters, his affectionate gaze lingering on you.
"Although your little get-up might distract somebody else here," he remarks, his voice dropping to a deeper, more suggestive tone. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you lean back slightly, meeting his gaze. His eyes trace over your body, settling on your short skirt, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks as you realize his intentions. You can see his pupils dilating even in the dim space. You try to release yourself from his arms to pull down your skirt but before you can do that, he tightens his grip around you, preventing your escape. 
"Not so fast, baby. You'll have some explaining to do when we get home," he teases, a playful glint in his eyes. "I knew how desperate you can get after not being touched for a bit, but I didn't expect you to prance around here in your tiny skirt, trying to make me jealous," he continues, his tone sending shivers down your spine and causing you to press your thighs together instinctively.
"What? No, no, Michael, I'm not—" you begin to protest, but he cuts you off  by cocking his head to the side.
 "Shh, didn't you notice how they were looking at you?" he murmurs, tilting his head toward the glass window. Your eyes follow his gaze, catching the embarrassed glances of his producers before they hastily avert their eyes, and you flush with embarrassment, realizing the unintended consequences of your outfit choice. “Practically drooling over you like perverts.”
As you turn back to face Michael, his gaze pierces through you, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thought you could rile me up, hm?" he challenges, his voice dripping with a potent mixture of authority and desire. You open your mouth to respond, but your mind is too preoccupied with the overwhelming sensation pulsing between your thighs. God, you’ve missed his touch so much. Missed him fucking you spineless on your shared bed over and over again. Your mind drifts and you can almost feel the weight of him atop you, stretching you on his meaty cock. You can practically feel his tip rubbing against your clit deliciously.
Reality snaps you back to the present as Michael's strong hands grip your hips, pinning you against a secluded corner of the booth, a blind spot hidden from prying eyes. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Or have you forgotten your manners?" he demands, his fingers firm against your jaw as he lifts your gaze to meet his.
Stuttering, you struggle to gather your thoughts, your arousal evident in the flush of your cheeks and the erratic beat of your heart. "Aw, poor baby," he coos, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of affection, "can't even string a few words together." You whimper in frustration, attempting to focus amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body, but the slickness between your legs betrays your desire.
"...Didn't wear it on purpose," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible. Michael grins, bringing his face tantalizingly close to yours, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Speak up, sweet girl. Can't hear you," he taunts.
Your gaze drifts to the exposed skin of his neck, the unbuttoned collar of his shirt a tempting invitation for your hungry eyes. You repeat yourself once more, this time slightly louder for him to hear which satisfies him.  "What am I supposed to do with you, hm? I thought you were my good girl, wanted to spoil you for being so patient, but you've ruined that for yourself now," he muses, his tone laced with a mixture of disappointment and arousal.
 you look at him with needy eyes as you hear the word spoil. “I’ll be good, I promise,” you plead.
"Of course you will, or else I'll worsen the punishment," he warns. Before you can react, he spins you around, pressing you against the wall and hiking up your skirt to your waist. Gasping at the sudden change, you look over your shoulder but he groans and twists your head back towards the wall. “Be good,” he commands and sinks down to his knees.
Michael's breath hitches as his gaze falls upon your panties, dampened by your arousal. With a knowing smirk, he nudges your legs apart, revealing the tantalizing fabric clinging to your folds. "So predictable," he muses silently to himself, his thumb pressing against your clothed clit. A whimper escapes your lips, followed by the urgent bucking of your hips, desperate for more friction. He grumbles in response, delivering a firm spank to your pussy, eliciting a yelp from you as you jolt forward, your face pressed into the wall.
"Don't be greedy," he admonishes.
Hooking his fingers at the sides of your panties, he slowly pulls them down your trembling legs, stuffing them into his pocket without hesitation. Leaning closer, he spreads your cheeks, his gaze fixated on your soaked cunt. He licks his lips in anticipation before planting heated kisses on the skin, tantalizingly close to where you crave him most. You fight the urge to beg for more, knowing it will only lead to the opposite of what you need.
Without uttering a word, he wraps his full lips around your throbbing clit, sucking it into his mouth with precision and pulling away with a pop. A whimper escapes your lips as you press your palms against the wall, your body trembling with anticipation. Praying that nobody’s trying to sneak a peek.
Michael watches intently as your sensitive nub pulses under his ministrations, his own desire threatening to consume him. He dives back and flicks his tongue against the slick bundle of nerves. He sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your breath hitching with each exquisite sensation.
Lost in the bliss of the moment, Michael savors the taste of you on his tongue. Lapping at your glossy folds with his eyes closed. The sweet yet tangy flavor makes him dizzy and for a moment, he entertains the thought of forgetting about the naughty little skirt, abandoning all restraint, and indulging in the primal urge to make you cum over and over again.
But the sound of your sweet whines snaps him back to reality, reminding him of the delicate balance between pleasure and control. Reluctantly detaching his mouth from your throbbing clit, he shifts his weight onto his calves. 
"Please... fuck, please, Michael," you plead, your words tinged with desperation and arousal, the fear of being discovered only adding to the intensity of the moment. Making you unable to string coherent sentences together. 
"What did I say, hm?" His voice is a low growl. "Is it that difficult to follow simple rules, or are you being bad on purpose?" Another sharp slap lands on your drooling cunt, eliciting a cry of both pain and pleasure from you.
You shake your head, unable to trust your voice as you struggle to maintain your composure. Your legs tremble involuntarily, aching to close, but you know better than to disobey so you keep them spread. Michael, ever the attentive lover, notices the tension in your body and grins in satisfaction.
With deliberate care, he brings his right hand to your twitching inner thighs, his touch soft and soothing against your heated skin. The gentle caresses help to calm your racing heartbeat, even as the anticipation continues to build. Meanwhile, he palms his hard cock through his trousers, the friction adding to the heat of the moment.
His fingers move with practiced ease, scissoring against your warm, gooey walls, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your eyes roll back into your skull as your pussy greedily sucks his fingers deeper, desperate for the long-awaited stimulation it craves.
Oh, how much you've missed this. While you've tried to satisfy your desires in the past weeks, desperately rubbing your clit raw, nothing compares to the feeling of being touched by him.  And now that your poor neglected pussy is finally receiving some much needed attention you can’t help but gush around his fingers. The wet squelching noises only serve to heighten the euphoric sensation.
You bite your lip to suppress the filthy noises threatening to escape your mouth, determined to maintain your composure. Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you resist the urge to look back at Michael, to look at his face as he pleases you, so you try to be a good girl, you keep your eyes fixed on the wall in front of you. Your hand trembles as you contemplate whether or not you’re allowed to play with your puffy pearl that’s aching for some loving. 
As his gaze locks onto your wandering hand, inching dangerously close to your center, he delivers a stern warning: "Don't even think about it." You whimper in frustration, complying by bringing that hand under your shirt to play with your tender breasts, seeking some form of relief from the overwhelming arousal coursing through your body.
He continues to revel in the moment, his eyes glued on your glistening cunt, betraying the depth of his desire. Despite his stoic exterior, he's missed you more than words can convey. Countless times, he's found himself excusing himself from the studio to silently relieve his pent-up longing, imagining the sensation of stretching your pretty hole. Yet, afterwards instead of the satisfying sight of his release dripping out of you, he was met with the sight of his sticky cum on the floor.
Glancing down at his stiff cock, straining against the fabric of his trousers, he realizes he's reached his limit. He’s been holding himself back from ripping your clothes off from the second you walked into the booth with that adorable smile. With your slick coating his palm, he decides he can't wait any longer. 
Though you pout from the sudden lack of stimulation, the sound of him rising to his full height, his warm minty breath tickling your ears, sends shivers down your spine. Then, the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone and shuffling fills the air, followed by the sensation of his leaking tip at your entrance.
You gasp as his precum smears across your folds, mingling with your own juices in a tantalizing blend. His hand wraps around his fat length and guides his bulbous tip up and down your slick slit with agonizing slowness. With deliberate care, he pulls back his foreskin, revealing his sensitive cockhead to your needy heat, a silent promise of the pleasure to come.
His palm presses against the wall in front of your face, a silent command for you to lean into it. It's not the first time he's taken you against a wall like this, but this time feels different, more tender, knowing how fervently he's going to take you in just a moment. The juxtaposition drives you crazy. He steals a quick glance at the window, ensuring that no prying eyes are watching, before returning his full attention to you.
With a swift, fluid movement, he invades your tight hole, burying more and more of his meaty cock inside you without giving you a moment to adjust. As he fully sinks into you, his coily pubic hair brushing against your cheeks, he snakes his other arm around your middle, pulling you closer to him in a possessive embrace.
In no time, he's slamming his hips against yours with a fervor that leaves you gasping, your mouth hanging open in a silent plea for more. Your hands scramble to grasp onto him for support, seeking some anchor amidst the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim with his massive cock. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through your body, the slight sting of his size stretching you to your limits mixing with the electrifying pulse of desire. Heavy balls slap against your clit as you hold onto the last bits of your dignity, before turn into a moaning mess for him. 
"Missed me, sweet girl?" His gravelly voice whispers right behind your ear, sending shivers down your spine and making your eyes flutter. You nuzzle your face against his hand, lips brushing against his skin in a tender gesture of affection, even amidst the raw intensity of your coupling. With each snap of his hips, your body surges forward, surrendering to the pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely. As you trail kisses up his forearm, he smiles at the gesture, goodness you make it so hard to stay mad at you. 
With his front pressed firmly against your back, he continues his relentless assault on your eager body, his cock plunging into your slick walls with a merciless rhythm that leaves you powerless to resist. Uninhibited, pornographic moans spill from your lips, echoing in the dimly lit room as he drives you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His movements grow more animalistic, his groans mingling with yours as he presses kisses to the nape of your neck, stoking the flames of desire that threaten to consume you both.
"Of course you did," he taunts, his words laced with a mixture of amusement and arousal as he notices your legs beginning to give way beneath you. "Look at you…can barely stand on your own two feet."
Your high pitched whines ring in his ears, the unmistakable scent of sex hanging heavy in the air as your pussy clenches around his thick cock, craving release. his veins dragging deliciously against your warm walls, molding your cunny back to his shape. Whilst he pounds his shaft in and out of you with each roll of his hips his round balls slap against your pulsing nub. intensifying the stinging sensation that drives you closer to the brink of orgasm.
"Mi-Michael, I'm close…oh god, fuck, gonna cum…" you manage to choke out between ragged moans, your entire body trembling with the impending release. Your eyebrows furrow, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure threatens to consume you entirely, your nails digging into his skin in a desperate attempt to ground yourself amidst the ecstasy.
"Gonna stuff you full of my cum, is that what you want?" His voice is deeper now, laced with a primal urgency that matches the frantic pace of his thrusts. You nod eagerly, your breath coming in short gasps as you cling to him, your entire being consumed by the need for release. "Yes…yes, please…"
Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, you feel the hot spurts of his cum painting your walls, each thick glob of creamy seed filling you up completely, leaving no empty space as his essence dribbles out of you and down his balls, creating a sticky mess. “God…such a pretty pussy, yeah, that’s it baby, take it.” His groans of pleasure echo in the room as he sloppily thrusts, your cunt milking him fully before he finally pulls out, his cock softening.
As he pants behind you, his breath tickling your neck, you squeeze around nothing, whimpering in confusion. Ignoring his cum oozing out of you, you finally dare to turn your head around. You watch in a daze as he stuffs his wet cock, your slick still clinging to his skin, back into his boxers and pulls up his trousers.
"...What...I-" you stutter, trying to clear your head, only for him to cut you off with a mocking pout and chuckle.
"What, baby? You thought I was gonna let you cum?" He smirks and fixes his hair. Looking so infuriatingly composed as if he hadn't just rocked your world while leaving you a disheveled mess with his seed leaking down your inner thighs.
"But, but you-" you start again, but he interrupts, turning you around carefully and pulling your skirt down lower than it was previously.
"None of that, don't be ungrateful. You're gonna tell me you didn't like getting your sweet pussy stretched, hm?" His tone is teasing yet firm as he tries to make you look as presentable as possible.
"I did, I just thought you'd...you know..." Your words trail off as you struggle to ground yourself, your gaze meeting his through half-lidded eyes.
"Thought I'd let you cum?" You weakly nod in response, swallowing hard.
"Foolish girl," he murmurs, his lips quirking into a small frown as you squeeze your thighs together, still feeling your clit throbbing for release.
"Come on now, let's go. I'll teach you a real lesson when we get home." He wraps his arm around your body, patting his pocket to check for your panties, not wanting Quincy to find them again and scold him like last time.
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lu-vin-it · 4 months
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Balance
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Summary: You’ve never cared much for James Potter, but the universe knows best, right?
Pairings: James Potter x Reader, Cindy Hawthorn (oc) x Marlene Mcinnon
Pronouns used: None mentioned
Word Count: 2,403
Warnings: R and R’s friends are kinda mean to James at first.
A/N: Thank you to @lemkay-luminary for proofreading! Ily!!!
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They say you don’t actually live until you meet your soulmate, that the day you finally touch them for the first time the world stops and you magically start living. They say that before you’re on autopilot. You weren’t sure how much you believed that. You hadn’t met your soulmate yet, but you thought you lived a pretty full life.
You had a close group of friends— Cindy Hawthorn from Slytherin, Zachary Jones from Hufflepuff, and Michael Perez from Slytherin— you were in Ravenclaw just like your Mother, you were a prefect,you got mostly perfect grades. So how could you have not lived?
James was the opposite. He did every crazy thing he could think of to prove himself wrong, he wanted to believe his life was perfect as is, but it never worked. He knew he wasn’t living without his soulmate, he could feel it.
He had Sirius, Remus,Peter, Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, and Mary. He had a great set of parents, plenty of money, made fine grades and he was head boy. He had what seemed to be the perfect life, but he knew it was far from.
As a prefect, one of your duties this year was to help plan the winter ball. You were ecstatic, the winter ball was one of your favorite things ever.
You sat with Mike as usual at the prefect meeting. Mrs. Mcgonagall sat with James Potter and Lily Evans on either side of her, head boy and head girl. You hadn’t really ever talked to either one of them, the only class you had with them was astronomy and most slept during astronomy.
Though, you had an opinion on James Potter, who didn’t? Most people loved him, somehow finding him charming. You personally saw him as a childish boy disguised as a man.
You and the other Ravenclaw prefect, Eric Jonesy, were in charge of food. That was your favorite job since you got to taste everything the elves made to make sure it was good, and it always was. When you heard your name called, you gave Jonesy a polite smile, and he did the same.
“Well, I’d better go talk to Eugenia, how we’re to find music I’ve got no clue.” Mike says to you, standing up as the meeting ends.
“That’s fine, I’ve got to talk to Jonesy about snacks anyways. See you at breakfast?” He nods and salutes you as he walks away. You grab your bag and approach Jonesy. “Hey, do you have an idea on when we should talk about the snacks?”
“Oh hi L/N! Erm.. Are you going to the quidditch game on Saturday?” You scrunch up your face and shake your head. “Perfect me neither, would you like to meet up at twelve in the common room then?”
“That works for me. See you then.” You smile and wave before walking off. When you exit the meeting room, a boy runs into you, knocking you to the floor. You look up to see Sirius Black on the floor in front of you.
“I’m sorry!” You narrow your eyes at him.
“It’s past curfew, Black, what are you doing here?” I stand up and he follows soon after.
“Waiting for James.” You roll your eyes.
“Five points from Gryffindor. He’s inside.”
He grins. “Thank you!” He goes to hug you and you place your hand on his chest.
“Don’t push it.” With that, you walk off.
The next morning, you and Mike meet up with Zach, Cindy, and Cindy’s girlfriend, Marlene, in the great hall.
“Morning all!” You say, sliding onto the bench.
“Morning.” They chorus.
“How’d the prefect meeting go? Heard you took some points from us.” Marlene asks, taking a bite of her grits.
“It went well, I’m in charge of the food for the ball!” You smile proudly. “And yes, Sirius Black seemed to think that waiting outside a room full of prefects after curfew was a good idea.”
She rolls her eyes.“Course he did.” She turns to her girlfriend and smiles. “We’re going to the ball together right?” Cindy nods.
“I thought that was implied.” She says with a small laugh. Zach fake gags from beside her.
“I miss my best friend.” He says dramatically.
“I’m right here dumbass.” Cindy snorts, moving her blonde hair behind her shoulders.
“No you’re not. You’re on Marlene island. And you didn’t even get a ticket back.” She deadpans.
“Are you serious right now? I’m going to act just like this when you meet your soulmate and want to spend every second with her.” Zach grimaces. Mike wraps his arm around you.
“At least I have my stand-in soulmate still.” You smile and shake your head. Mike has been calling you that since you were 11 and witnessed two soulmates meeting for the first time.
“Agreed.” Zach opens his mouth to retort but is interrupted by four boys approaching you all. It’s James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. You sit up straighter. “Can we help you boys?”
“Heard you took points from Gryffindor last night. I asked Sirius to wait there for me so I’d like them back, thank you.” James replies.
“Does Mcgonagall know you, the head boy, are letting fellow classmates— not to mention your best friend— get away with being out past curfew?” No response. “You’re lucky I only took five. I could’ve taken ten. Fifteen even. And, Black, you’re lucky I didn’t give you detention.”
“Oh. Yeah thanks for that.”
“I would’ve revoked it anyways.” James murmurs.
“Dumbledore must have been feeling funny when he appointed you head boy.” You shake your head and start eating breakfast.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that you’ve done nothing to actually deserve the honor of head boy. You’ve had more write ups than I can count on my fingers. Everyone else is just too blind to see.” Mike replies for you. “I mean, come on now, you barely even passed potions last year.”
“It’s a hard subject!” Mike rolls his eyes. “What have you all got against me anyways? Are you jealous?”
Zach turns around. “Potter, what could we possibly be jealous of? You didn’t even win the quidditch cup last year.”
“That’s because your beaters hit a bludger at him!” Sirius replied.
“Maybe that’s because that’s what they’re supposed to do?”
“If you all have some sort of problem with James, just say it.”
“I have a problem with James.” Zach and Cindy chime.
“I have a problem with James. Wow, that was actually really clarifying, thank you Sirius.” Mike says with a shit eating grin.
“I have no issue with James. I’ve got issues with rule breaking.”
“You must be fun at parties.” James says with a snort.
“I am actually.. when I’m not on duty. That’s the difference between you and me, I know when things have gone too far.”
“What are you talking about? I know when things are too far!”
“Really? Like in fifth year when you publicly humiliated Snape? That wasn’t too far?”
“I was fifteen!”
“So was Snape! You never even apologized.”
“What, so you don’t like me because of something I did two years ago?”
“Yes.. and the fact that you don’t seem a bit sorry for it, or any other prank you have ever pulled on anyone. James, don’t take it personally, I’m sure you just forgot or didn’t realize. At least I hope so.” You stand up, grabbing your things. “I’m off to class. Have a wonderful day.” You turn to your friends. “Whose common room are we meeting in later?”
“Yours!” Zach yells. He always preferred the Ravenclaw common room to his own. Especially since it’s a tower and, in his words, ‘The perfect landing pad’. He would open a window from the outside on his broom, and fly in.
“Alright. See you all then.” With that, you walk off.
The rest of the day goes by smoothly, your classes are great, seeing your friends is great, and you only had one more class. Astronomy. You were able to sneak in a small nap before heading up to the tower.
You don’t bother standing with anyone else, you’re far too tired to socialize. However, when James Potter walks in and sees you, he immediately goes to stand beside you.
“Evening, L/N!”
You deadpan. “It’s midnight.”
“How was your day?”
You glare at him.
“Sleepy?”
No response.
“Fair. I’m quite tired myself. Head boy duties, you wouldn’t get it.”
“Shut up, please, for the love of Merlin, shut up.” You beg, stepping away from him.
“Wait—“ James reaches out and grabs your hand. Before you can realize it, everyone suddenly stops, it’s like you're frozen in James’ grip.
“What the hell?” You whisper, looking around at your frozen classmates. You glance at your wrist and finally realize that James is touching you. For the first time.
“You’re my soulmate.” He says, with the biggest grin you’ve ever seen in your life. You stare at him astonished.
“What the hell?” You repeat. You pull your wrist out of his grip and everyone starts moving again. “We will talk about this later.” You walk off, leaving the tower, completely disregarding the professor yelling at you.
Your first thought is to go get Mike, but you knew he was asleep, he was always in bed at 8 PM on days he didn’t have Astronomy. So instead you just went to your room, and slept.
The next morning, you’re woken by someone pounding on your door. You groggily get up and answer, no one should be there this early on a Saturday.
“What?” It’s Mike, grinning at you knowingly.
“James Potter is your soulmate?”
You groan. “How did you find out? It happened at 12 last night, do you have a mic on me or something?” You shake your head and let him in, closing the door behind him and then collapsing on your bed.
“I know everything. How are you feeling about it?”
“Out of all the people in the world, it had to be him? He’s so.. childish.”
“And you’re pretty uptight.”You look at him in shock. “It’s the truth! You are! I say it out of love, you know that. Opposites do attract, maybe you and Potter will be really good together.”
“Maybe.”
“How did he react?”
“He was pretty happy. I just brushed him off like he was nothing. Merlin.. what kind of soulmate am I?” You rub your face. “I have to go talk to him huh?”
“Yeah.” He pauses. “I know I’ve never liked him, but I think you guys will be great together. You have to be. Look at this as a good thing, will you?”
“I’ll try.”
“Okay, now get out of bed, and go talk to your soulmate. I’ve got to high five the entire student body.”
You laugh. “Use hand sanitizer.” He nods before leaving. You sigh, looking up at the ceiling wondering if James would even want to talk to you after last night.
After getting up and dressed, you go to the Gryffindor common room, asking the Fat Lady for him. You waited for five minutes, until the portrait opened and Remus Lupin walked out. He gave you a polite smile.
“Is James in there?”
“Er.. yeah. I should warn you, Sirius set up a prank in the common room. There’s a trip-wire at the end of the tunnel, don’t touch it and you’ll be fine.” You nod.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.. And, for the record, James is happy it’s you.” He leans into the portrait and whispers the password, letting you in when it opens. You walk down the tunnel, hesitating, you are able to spot the trip wire and step over it.
It’s easy to find his dorm, “HEADBOY” is carved right above the door. You knock as soon as you get there so that you don’t overthink it and leave.
“One moment!” James calls out. You find yourself smiling at the sound of his voice. You can hear shuffling on the other side of the door before it finally opens and James meets your eyes. “Y/N!”
“Hi James. Can I come in?” He quickly nods and moves out of your way. His dorm is big, there’s a full sized bed, a couch, a few bookshelves, a desk, and two wardrobes. “You have a nice dorm..”
“Thank you! Perks of being Headboy I suppose.” You sit down on the couch and he quickly sits beside you.
“I apologize for running off last night.”
“It’s okay, I understand.”
“I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know why I did that. I’m sorry.”
“Y/N, it’s okay. I understand that you were shocked.” You shake your head.
“More than shocked. We’re complete opposites, James. I was scared, I am scared.”
“Of what?”
“Of us hating each other!”
“Why would we hate each other?” You sigh.
“Because! You’re so.. loose. You’re brave. You’re the most Gryffindor-y person I’ve ever met. And I am not that. I am quiet, I’d do anything to stay out of trouble, I hate being in trouble. Meanwhile trouble seems to follow you wherever you go!” James just stares at you. “I don’t know how you could ever possibly be happy with someone like me.” You admit quietly.
“How could I not be?” He immediately replies. “You’re like sunshine. I’ve never seen you do anything other than laugh. You’re responsible, and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I could probably do with being a little moreresponsible myself. If anything, you’re perfect for me. I’m perfect for you. We balance each other out. You have half of my soul, don’t ignore that, please.” You stare at him for a second, trying to form a response. Instead you just grab his face and kiss him.
When you pull away from the kiss, James smiles at you.
“Don’t.” You say, glaring at him.
“What? I didn’t even say anything.”
“You were thinking.”
“I do that a lot.”
“Poor brain.”
“You like me.”
“Hush.”
“You kissed me!”
“Shut up!”
“You fancy me!” You hit his shoulder playfully as you start to smile too.
“You kissed me back, you must fancy me too.”
“You caught me.” He leans in and kisses you again.
As you sat there with James, you realized that even though the relationship would definitely have its issues it was worth it.
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