#mickey henry x fem!reader

[navybrat817]

How Far Down

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader Summary: Mickey is bad for you, but you just can't stay away. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, semi-public fingering, implied public sex, unhealthy relationship, codependency, bittersweet, spooky vibes, Mickey Henry (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fic #3 for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! @tavners , thank you for suggesting Mickey and semi-public sex! I hope I did it justice. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics and Mickey edit by @rainbowkisses31 . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Mickey was like a drug to you. His touch sent dopamine through your body, the pleasurable sensation bringing you to new heights again and again. You needed more of him to satisfy your craving. He delivered every single time.

But being addicted to a man as free spirited as him was like trying to catch the wind in your hand. He slipped through your fingers quicker than sand. When the inevitable comedown happened, it left you disappointed with the harsh reality that he would never truly be yours. So you walked away.

Until he called you back to him.

"It's the Halloween bash. C'mon. We'll have fun."

You should’ve had the strength to ignore him or say “no”, but you were helpless to resist his call. You asked for the address when you messaged him back and hoped you didn’t sound too eager. One night wouldn’t hurt. You’d only stay long enough to make an appearance and you’d be on your way. Besides, it was a party and Mickey had a job to do.

He wouldn’t notice if you left early.

“Better not bail on me or you’ll hurt my feelings. And I’ll hunt you down.”

You wouldn’t dream of bailing on him. The thought of hurting his feelings produced a pain in your chest so great that you thought your heart would give out. That was one of the things that scared you about Mickey. You gave so much of yourself away and did you get enough in return?

It would be fun if he hunted me down.

The day leading up to the party was a blur, your stomach twisted in knots as you got ready. You had no reason to be nervous. It was a night of fun to be had and nothing more. As long as you didn’t let Mickey suck you back in, you’d be fine.

There was a line out the door of the club as you arrived and you wondered just how long people were waiting to get in. Mickey instructed you to give your name to the bouncer, which you did. For a second, you didn’t expect your name to be on the list. He could’ve done it as a prank to get back at you for walking away. It was a silly thought. He was many things, but he wasn’t cruel.

Still, you let out a sigh of relief as the bouncer let you go right in. If that wouldn’t have worked, you would’ve tried to flirt with him. Your slutty angel costume left little to the imagination, which was both sexy and ironic. You never felt angelic or innocent around Mickey, but it was fun to be in his presence.

The halo fell from my head a long time ago.

Orange and purple strobe lights flashed in time with the music, giving the club a perfect Halloween glow as the bodies moved along the dance floor. The array of costumes brought a smile to your face. Everyone was having fun, uncaring of what happened tonight. Problems would still be there tomorrow, so why not let loose?

“There you are.”

You heard Mickey over the music and blinked a few times, not remembering walking through the crowd to get to his booth. Your throat constricted as the two of you locked eyes. While you were some form of an angel, he had demon horns and an open red shirt. The light around him accentuated his muscles and gave him an ominous glow as he walked around the table, grinning as held out a hand for you.

It only took you a second to take it.

“Knew you couldn’t resist my invitation,” he said, jumping down to join you on the floor instead of pulling you up to the booth. “Though a small part of me wants to punish you for staying away for so long. Why did you run away from me?”

Part of the charm of Mickey was that he didn’t come across as arrogant. Playful, the life of the party, and someone who encouraged you to make the best out of bad situations, but never full of himself. You admired that. He was also unreliable, too spontaneous. A distorted dream of a man that you could never have.

“You know why I left,” you reminded him, putting your arms around his shoulders. “But we could both use some fun, so why not take you up on your offer?”

“And that’s just what I am, aren’t I? A good time,” Mickey smiled, slipping an arm around your waist to drag you against him. “Everyone’s having a good time tonight.”

Even if you didn't leave at the end of the night with Mickey, you knew it wouldn't be a boring evening. Watching him in his element was hotter than you cared to admit, the gorgeous man making everyone get lost in the music and atmosphere. It was like he encouraged people to lose their inhibitions. No one cared about the consequences.

They lived like there was no tomorrow.

The flashing lights reflected off his blue eyes as you gazed at him, but they almost looked black. “We can’t have too much fun,” you teased as he began to grind his hips against yours.

“Why not?”

You sighed and wondered if he was trying to goad you or if he really didn't get it. “Because we both know how this’ll end and I'm a little tired of it.”

Mickey would happily go on his way while you were left with a void in your soul. The worst part was you were certain he didn’t do it on purpose. The bond between the two of you wasn’t pure enough to be love, so why would you expect him to treat you like you were his other half?

“Why does it have to end at all? C'mon. You and I always have fun together,” he argued, grabbing your chin with a firm hand so he could lick you from your chin to your forehead. “Besides. Your aura is so delicious. I've missed it.”

A lustful sigh left your lungs before you attempted to step back. The smile on his face looked strange. “My aura? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Mickey threw his head back as he laughed, his chest shaking as his fingers dug into your hip. He sometimes struck you as a man more intelligent and deeper than he let on, but always swayed you from those thoughts with a slip of his tongue or the slide of his cock. He was lust in human form. But he led you down a path with no end.

So why did you follow him?

“You know what I mean. Your whole glow screams lust. And lust is a sin that feeds itself and grows,” he said as he pushed your costume up your thigh. It didn’t matter that there were others close by where anyone could see. And you didn’t put up a fight. It wouldn't be the first time you fooled around with people mere feet away. That was part of the fun. “But I don't need to feed myself with you around. You feed me plenty.”

At that moment, you almost wondered if Mickey’s costume was real as he hooked a finger in your panties and moved them aside. He could easily lure people in under the guise of a good time. Lost in his hypnotic gaze, you moaned as his finger circled your hole. “It's like you really are a demon,” you breathed as one finger pushed inside you, making you clamp around him.

His teeth flashed in a wicked smile as the digit moved in shallow thrusts. “Demons come in all forms. All shapes and sizes,” he said as you frowned. He had to be kidding. “This city is my playground with plenty of people to play with.”

You smiled after a second, playing along. “Is that what you're doing? Playing with me?”

“You make it easy to play with, even when I have to chase you. Though I didn't exactly chase you, did I? All it took was a text,” he said, though you didn't feel insulted at the implication of how easy it was to get you there. “And dressing up like an angel? You’re far from being immune to temptation.”

It wasn't fear that moved through you, but your smile slipped all the same even as he dragged a finger in and out of you. “I, oh, was kidding about the whole demon thing.”

The gorgeous grin was back on his face. “So was I.”

He sealed his lips against yours as he pushed another finger in, the feeling making your head spin as you rocked your hips. Wantonly, you practically humped his hand as he took what he wanted from you. It was pathetic that you allowed him in so easily, but didn’t he always make you feel good?

“You’re bad for me,” you whined, gasping when he bit down on your bottom lip.

“The worst,” he agreed, pressing his palm hard against your clit. “But you’re so good for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

The praise warmed you as your moans got louder.

“I could fuck anyone here tonight, but it’s you I want,” he went on, curling his fingers just the way you needed him to. “My filthy, desperate angel. You’ll let me do whatever I want to you and you won’t stop me. Do you know how good that makes me feel that you want me so badly?”

You wanted to argue that he was wrong, but how could you deny his words when you were so close? And he was right. He could fuck anyone he wanted, but his fingers were deep inside you because you were special. You meant something to him.

Right?

“You want me, too,” you stated, but the words came out like a whimper, lost in the music.

“Of course, I do. You’re my favorite. That’s why I wanted you here with me tonight,” he smirked, the words as empty as how you felt when the sun came up. But you believed him because you wanted to believe him. That it didn’t matter if he took other lovers because they didn’t mean anything to him. He was still your addiction and you wanted to get high. “Now come on my fingers. I know you can do it.”

With a shudder, you did as he said and soaked his fingers with your juices. He licked into your mouth as it went slack from pleasure, an almost smug hum reverbirating as the digits continued to glide along your walls. The familiar haze washed over you as he guided you through your orgasm. If anyone around you noticed, they didn’t care.

Neither did you.

“Delicious,” he purred as he drew his fingers out and shoved them into your mouth. “How do you feel?”

Licking your taste from his fingers, you swallowed with a heavy heart. “Empty,” you admitted, the high crashing even sooner than usual. You hated it. You wanted it to go away.

You needed to go, but your feet wouldn't allow you to move.

He didn’t look at all offended by your answer. Instead, a pleased smile spread across his face. “That’s because my fingers are never enough. You need my cock.”

You both knew you weren't going anywhere. Why argue? “I need your cock,” you agreed. All he had to do was fill you up and it would make it better.

“Bend over my table and I’ll give it to you,” he promised with a glint in his eye. It was like staring into an abyss and you wondered how deep it went. Would you ever reach the bottom if you fell?

“But the crowd-”

“They won’t even notice. They'll just think we're grinding to the music,” he said, gracefully hopping on the stage as you followed with shaky limbs. “And even if they did, who gives a fuck? They’ll wish they were in your place, but they never will be. You know why?”

“Because I’m special?”

“Yeah, you are. My favorite angel who feeds me well,” he assured you, the void in your chest slowly starting to grow smaller as he brought your back to his chest. “But don’t ever walk away from me again, okay? It'll only hurt us both.”

There was no sarcasm in his tone. Only truth.

“I won't walk away,” you said, letting him pull your dress up again as he pressed his clothed cock against your ass.

You'd always come back if he called.

“That's my girl” he praised, lightly biting your earlobe. “Now hold onto the table so we can have some real fun.”

With a nod and a smile, you fell into the abyss.

Why is he so pretty? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

Masterlist ⚓ Misc Sebastian Stan Characters ⚓ Ko-Fi

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2023, Day 1

The Girls Come Easy

Summary: You had built an audience as an influencer, and everybody was ready for you to document going to see your favorite band, but what was documented was not what you had expected. When the boys invited you backstage, and took your phone you was not prepared for them to broadcast the debauchery and chaos with them. One too many drinks and hits off whatever they gave you, and you became their toy for the night. A night you and all your followers would not soon forget…

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader X Clark Kent X Mickey Henry

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, oral sex, anal, double vaginal penetration, double penetration, threats of triple penetration, pinching, sucking, fingering, recording without knowledge, multiple orgasms, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7K

Series Masterlist

Moodboard Event

Taking out your phone, you look through the excited messages from your followers for this moment. A moment you have waited to happen for years. Not just going to see your favorite band with the dumbest name; The Twisted Turnips, but you had been invited to meet them. They had asked for you! But you couldn’t bring anyone with you, and you of course had said that was just fine. Anything to meet them.

The concert was amazing, but your adrenaline rush was still hanging in strong. You were going to pass out after this. Your body could only handle so much, and it was reaching its peak.

All three of them were disgustingly attractive; Mickey with his eyeliner, and penchant to never wear clothes. Lloyd with his perfect coiffed hair and a devious smirk. That man could ruin your life, and you would crawl on your knees for more. And then the brooding and dangerously handsome Clark. He was the quiet one of the group, but you just knew there was something underneath that coy exterior.

They had somehow found out you were going to be at their concert, and requested for you to come backstage. You? Each moment in this holding room feels like forever. Isolating you after a big concert is making your anxiety crash through the ceiling.

You settle back, picking at your nails with anticipation. Running through every different scenario you could think of for how this was going to go. But when that door creaks open, and you get the first flash of the bluest eyes, you stand up at attention. Lloyd’s devil may care attitude is more apparent in person. Mickey’s grin is damn near sadistic, and Clark is licking his lips like he had found his next meal.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you listening to trash like us for?” Lloyd’s voice was as smooth as butter. Laced with whatever booze or drugs he had consumed before coming to see you. He stalks around your body, letting his fingers run over your exposed skin, and it sends a sharp chill up your spine.

Alarms going off in your head, because the way they were staring at you like they were ready to devour you. And you like it. “Where’s your phone, sweetheart?” Mickey holds out his hand, and you give him an odd look. “We know you like documenting everything, but you shouldn’t document this. It’s private.”

“Oh. Okay, that seems fair,” when you hand him your phone, and Clark moves to stand in front of you quickly. His wide stature blocking you from seeing anything behind him. “So…why…why did…it’s hot in here,” you take a deep breath. It wasn’t hot it is stifling.

“I think it’s just you,” Lloyd whispers as his mouth closes in on your neck. He pushes his crotch into your backside, and you whimper, feeling the growing bulge. “What’s wrong? You can do your research on us, but we can’t on you?”

“Wh-wh-what?” Your words hiccup out while Mickey makes his return to your side. “What’re you…oh god,” you moan. Someone or some people had their hands cupping your covered pussy.

“God’s no longer here. We’re your gods. And we’re going to make sure you have the night to remember. Isn’t that what your filthy little mind thought up?” All three of them stop their ministrations. Crowding you, and making it impossible to move away from them. Eyeing you up, and needing you to confess.

“Clark?” Mickey whispers on your neck, and Clark pulls up his phone, clearing his throat.

“I lose all self control as Lloyd fucks deep into my cunt, while Clark owns my ass. Pounding me into next year, and Mickey fucks into my throat so hard, I know I died and gone to hell. There was no place for this amount of sin in heaven,” Clark speaks softly. Moving closer to you before his mouth hovers right over yours.

“Where…where did you get that?” Standing behind you, Lloyd pops open your pants. Sliding a hand down your front, letting his fingers slide through your slick. Palming over your clit when he enters two fingers. It is happening so fast, and you can’t catch your breath, but fuck this felt better than you could have ever imagined.

“One of your little followers informed someone, who knows someone, and it doesn’t matter. You wanted us to fuck you, and you proudly state it to the world that you are nothing but wet holes for us, we thought we’d be generous, and make you nothing but our filthy slutty soaking wet holes. A sweet whore for our enjoyment. Isn’t that what you wanted?” You whimper as Lloyd starts stretching you out with three fingers.

Your body starts to grind down on him as the other two touch and kiss over your body. Hands start ripping off articles of clothing, because who needs to take them off like a normal person? Letting your tits free and both Clark and Mickey attach their mouths to them.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you sink down into an unexplainable high. “There you go, honey. Three mouths, three dicks, and six hands that are going to destroy you. Give you some inspiration for your next smutty fantasy. See if you can describe the sounds we make, okay?”

The two men sucking on your tits pull off with a loud pop. Your nipples pebbled and swollen ache to have them back on your body, but they are just getting started. Lloyd looks over to some stand in the corner, giving it a wink, and brings your body in front of theirs.

Clark grabs your jaw, turning you to meet his mouth with a deep kiss. His tongue sliding past your lips, while Lloyd slaps at your tits. Grabbing them in both his meaty hands, he gives them a jiggle before holding tight to your waist.

Mickey lifts up your legs, and spreads you out wide, “Look at what a tight little pussy this is. Are you ready for us to make your dreams come true?” Mumbling out a yes over Clark’s tongue, Mickey walks in between your thighs. Letting Lloyd hold you up, and without warning his thick dick crashes into your warmth, and you pull away from Clark watching him stab into you. Relentless and hard, making you see stars.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, but Lloyd grabs hold of your nipples, pinching the nubs hard, “Oh, we’re just getting started. You’ll wanna stay away for the grand finale. What are you?”

Distracted. You are distracted and in a trance at Mickey cramming himself into you. Lost in watching your body stretch to accommodate him, every inch of him disappearing in the depths of your pussy.

“What are you?” Lloyd shouts, and Clark smacks you across the face. “What are you?”

“I’m…” what are you? You didn’t know what answer he was looking for. It is hard to concentrate on how freeing this felt.

“Are you our whore?” Clark circles his hand around your throat, and your mouth falls open. So much pleasure. Too much some might say, but if you die from cock, you’ll take it. Lloyd spits down into your open mouth, and you swallow it like it was the best thing you had ever tasted.

“Yeah, she’s our whore. Look at how well she’s taking Mickey’s cock. She didn’t even need to get used to the stretch, she just took it so well. But let’s hear that whore mouth say it. Tell me. What are you?” He asks again, and you whine as pleasure starts building in your tummy. Mickey is hitting all the right spots, and you can hardly focus, much less think.

“What the fuck are you?” Lloyd gives your nipples another hard squeeze, and Clark’s hold on your neck gets tighter right as Mickey races to the finish line. Letting your walls clench down tight around him.

“I’m your whore! I’m your fucking whore! Oh my fuuuuckk!” Mickey pulls out of you and holds your legs spread open. Slapping at your clit over and over again. You squirm. You try to bring your legs together as the gateway to hell gets ever closer.

Strings of your arousal pull off him, but he keeps slapping until your pleasure is squirting out on his face, and Lloyd places you on the floor. Face down, ass up when he squats behind you, gripping your hips so tight, you know you’re going to bruise. He starts railing into you. “You didn’t tell me how good this pussy felt? You like being used?”

“Uh huh,” your voice is already sounding a bit hoarse, but you didn’t want him to stop. You still needed to feel Clark. You need his girth in your body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” the only word you could get out, and you didn’t want to know anything more. This was the perfect definition of what you wanted, and how you wanted it.

It had become tiring to be this perfect influencer, so to have three men use you, telling you what you need, is setting your world on fire, and it was the best feeling. “Yes! Yes!”

“You’re enjoying this, huh? Look at this sloppy little cunt. Got you creaming all over my cock. You going to let us each come in this pussy? Watch as we leak out of that abused hole? Or do you want each hole filled with cum? Be our little cumdump.”

“Yes. Yes! Yes, I do! Fuck me! Fuck your whore. Fucking…ahh!” Your fingers dig into the floor, trying to find something to ground yourself as more pleasure builds up. “Lloyd, I’m going to…” it happens all so fast and your legs start to tremble from pleasure. “I’m coming. Fuck, yes. Fuck!”

He picks you up by your waist, and starts lowering you over Clark. Having your back up against his chest on the coach, and Clark’s meaty hands hold onto you. Guiding you lower over his thick engorged cock, and you cry. Tears brim your waterline, but you persevere not stopping until your cunt swallows him whole, and Lloyd and Mickey point chuckling at how you are struggling to take him.

“Next place it’s going is your ass,” you whimper, and he starts bouncing you over him. Squatting over him, and hands on your chest when Mickey brings a phone right up to your cunt being stuffed full of Clark Kent. “Are you smiling for the camera?”

Answering only by the most pleasure filled mewls. He slams you harder over him, and you scream out nonsensical words. Unable to think of anything. “Mickey, let Lloyd hold the camera and let’s see if this pussy can take more.”

“You’re getting a lot of hearts, sweetheart,” Lloyd mumbles as he takes the phone from Mickey. Placing it right at your entrance as his band mate tries to stuff you more.

“No. No, it won’t fit. Ahh!”

“Shh,” Mickey coos down at you. “You wrote it. Let’s try.”

“Please, please!” You look at where the three of you are trying to connect and scream. You doubted your body's ability to take all that. Did they have to have such large cocks?

“Shh,” Clark is the one in your ear. Stilling his motions as he kisses softly over your neck. “We’ll make it fit. Go on, Mickey. She’s the little whore that wanted us in all kinds of ways. Fulfill her fantasies.”

Mickey gives a hard push, and tears spring to your eyes as he fills your cunt with another cock. It hurt so good. The fullness in your heated cunt with both of them in there was soothing. It felt right. “I’m about to bust a nut,” Mickey exhales. “My…fuckfuckfuck. It’s so tight. It’s fucking tight. Fuck. Fuck. Lloyd, you won’t fit in there this time.”

“What?” You sob, looking in between the two of them, trying to find Lloyd who was being the camera man.

“We’re going to make you watch this video later,” Lloyd threatens, keeping the camera right on your throbbing pussy.

“No! That was fiction!”

“You admitted you did the research. You watched some disgusting porn about a girl getting her pussy stuffed with three cocks. You said it would be bliss to have the band as one with you,” Lloyd’s mouth turns up into an evil smirk as he moves the camera to your face.

“Her’s a little scared pussy cat. Come on, Sugar Tits, you said you were our whore. All your fans would love to know that you can take every cock.”

“I have three holes! Fuck me, raw, just not all in my pussy.”

“Tonight,” Lloyd adds in.

“Yeah, tonight. Ahh!” You hiss through your teeth as Mickey pulls out of you. Clark lifts you up, and moves his giant dick to your ass, and you bite down as a new sensation of pleasurable pain ripples through your body. Your ass had never been stretched out so wide. It happened so quickly, you couldn’t even think.

Mickey crawls onto the couch, straddling both you and Clark when he starts slapping you with his dick. “I got to stare at your ass?” Lloyd asks, positioning himself in between your thighs. “Fuck,” groaning as he pushes himself into your warmth, and Mickey does the same.

“Fucking whore!” Clark rumbles behind you. “Look at her taking every single one of us. All three of us, just like the goddamn whore she is. Hollow out those cheeks, Sugar Tits, we’re about to take advantage of your holes.”

You relax, letting the three of them command your body. Using you like their sex toy. Nothing has ever felt like this. You were ruined for life. It was the most glorious and freeing feeling being used for their pleasure. Grunts, growls, biting, slapping, and all on your body.

Deep into your body. Over and over again. Every part of your body ripples and recoils with their motions. “You’ve got two hands, too, Sugar Tits. Maybe next time the other two can join us, hmm? Such a fucking whore.”

“You look pretty with your makeup smearing down your face.”

“Kiss your Instagram, goodbye. I doubt after tonight you’ll have one,” they say words, but you can’t hear them. All you can do is feel. Every hard thrust into you takes you even further away from life. And closer to whatever hell they were living in.

Moaning out in pleasure until the four of you are just a sea of sin. Just when you think you can’t take anymore Mickey pinches your tits, Clark holds on to your neck, and Lloyd makes tight circles on your clit. Had it not been for Mickey jackhammering into your throat, they would hear what they were doing to you.

“Come!” Lloyd shouts, and cum from all three of them spurt deep into your channels, and you sigh as Mickey pulls out of your mouth, and stuffing his leaking cum back into your mouth.

Dumb on cock and pleasure. It is blissful. Your eyes start to close as Mickey brings someone’s phone back over to you. Holding it over your pussy as Lloyd pulls himself out. “You see what we did to her? Got her gaping, and leaking of cum. And look at this,” he brings the camera back to your face, and gives you a little slap.

You look at him with a dopey smile, and a whimper. “She’s good and dumb guys. Say bye to your favorite influencer. She’s our whore now. You heard it yourselves. I hope you enjoyed the show. Oh, you want to see her ass. Go on, big guy, they want to see your ‘seed’ leak out of her ass.”

“Mmm,” you whine as Clark pulls you off him. Showing your ass to the phone, but you're slowly falling asleep. It was amazing. You’re glad no one saw you.

“Yeah. It’s a pretty sight, seeing all those sloppy holes. Well. We’re signing off now. Goodnight,” Mickey ends the live feed on your instagram, ignoring all the calls, texts, and everything else that was popping up on your feed.

His finger moves around quickly as Lloyd and Clark tend to your exhausted body.

Deactivate.

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Masterlist

@tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @sstan-hoe @missusbarnes-rogers @peaches1958 @seitmai @smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989 @floral-recs @buckybarnesisdaddy @magnificentsaladllama

[sweetiebarnes]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

[starryevermore]

peachy keen: the new guy (1) ✧ colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale

peachy keen ✧ a colin shea, mickey henry, jake jensen, & ransom drysdale anthology | ao3

pairing: colin shea x fem!reader x mickey henry x jake jensen x ransom drydale; andy barber x fem!reader (one-sided) 

summary: you were used to life with your boys. but life decided to throw you a curveball. 

word count: 1,031

warnings?: honestly just a lot of talking about blowjobs, kind of slut shaming, ransom’s a bit of a dick, pet name (peaches), not proofread. 

note: this is more of an anthology than a series. every part exists in the same universe, but parts can be read in any particular order. there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come.

Sometimes—most of the time—you wanted to kill your boys. You loved them half to death, but you were almost 100% certain that at least one of them had been dropped on their head when they were a kid. Or maybe last week. You were pretty sure that Mickey and Colin accidentally dropped Jake when he was attempting to crowd surf at the last party they threw. That had been a fun trip to the emergency room. Now you were dealing with two boys who insisted that every day should be a party, one boy that was recovering from a mild concussion, and another boy that was soon to move in and had already proven to be an absolute menace. 

“Mickey, you better put away that DJ equipment right now or, I swear to god, I will shove it up your fucking ass,” you snapped, watching as he began to set up for yet another party. “Jake’s still recovering from y’all’s last stunt.”

“Oh, c’mon, peaches, I’ll keep it down,” he swore. You were sure if you looked behind his back, you’d see his fingers crossed. 

“Put the equipment away now, or I won’t suck your dick until Jake’s fully recovered.”

Mickey stared at you in the same way a child who’s been caught with a hand in the cookie jar would look at the parent who caught him. “But that’s not gonna be for weeks!”

“Hm, something to consider then.”

“Wait, if we’re punishing Mick, can my dick still be sucked?” Jake asked, his head popping up as he pushed himself into a sitting position on the couch. 

A smile curled across your face as you walked over to Jake, climbing onto his lap, pushing his shoulders down so he was laying down again. His hands grasped at your lips, squeezing you tight. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his lips before trailing down to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses behind. “Baby boy, you know you can have me any way you want me.”

“If you keep spoiling him like that, I don’t think he’s ever going to recover,” Colin laughed from his seat in the nearby recliner. 

You raised up, shooting a glare his way. “You don’t get a say in how I decide to take care of Jakey when you’re half of the reason he’s hurt.”

Jake turned his head the best he could in the position he was in to look at Colin. “Yeah, you listen to peaches! If she says my daily blowjob is necessary to my healing process, then you just have to deal with it!” he said, finishing his sentence with an ever so childish move of sticking his tongue out. 

“Maybe I’ll go give myself a concussion so I can get this preferential treatment,” Colin grumbled. 

“You’ll get no sympathy from me if you do that, pretty boy,” you said. 

“Well, what if I give Colin a concussion? Will he get sympathy blowjobs then?” Mickey asked. 

“I might just have to suck his dick to piss you off, Mick,” you said. “And you definitely wouldn’t be getting your dick suck until after both my boys heal if you did that.”

“So what you’re saying is that this is a lose-lose for me.”

“I mean, if you do nothing, you still got blowjob privileges.”

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that, peaches?”

“Well, if we’re doing things for the sake of fun, I know it’ll be a lot of fun of tie up a certain naughty boy up and make him see how well I treat my good boys.”

“Now that’s just not fair!” Mickey protested. 

“Listen, if you insist on throwing a party, fine. But just know that Colin’s gonna be the only one touching your dick for the next month or so.”

Mickey’s jaw dropped, his eyes bugging out. Oh, he hates that. Being left out. You were sure that, if he was able to, he’d knock out the walls in all of your bedrooms, buy a California King bed, and just have all of you sleep together comfortably instead of squishing into whoever’s bed you all ended up in any given night. To say that neither you nor Jake would give him the attention he so craved...God, it probably killed him inside. Which was exactly why you said it. His own actions had hurt your baby boy, and while he was undeniably apologetic about hurting Jake, it seemed he hadn’t learned his lesson. And you weren’t about to let that kind of behavior slide. 

For a fleeting moment, the apartment was silent. But, all things must come to an end. 

“Damn, Mickey, I see why you’ve nearly retired the party animal act now. If I had a slut like that at my beck and call, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere either.”

“Don’t call her that!” Colin snapped.

“The fuck did you just say?” Jake said, sitting up and staring at the man who’d just entered the room.

“Listen, man, don’t—” Mickey started. 

“Who the fuck do you are?” you said, staring down the bastard who’d just came in. 

Seriously, who the hell was he? You eyed him. He was tall, perhaps taller than Jake or even Colin. He had a sort of arrogant look in his eye. Hell, he had a sort of arrogant look in his entire body. He stood with his back straight, shoulders back, chin titled upwards. He looked like one of those pompous assholes who’d come into your boss’s firm straight out of Harvard or Yale. The kind of man who just expected everything to be handed him. And, well, if you had to hand anything to him, it was that he at least seemed to have a decent sense of style. Certainly better than Colin’s general lack of clothes or Jake’s cheesy graphic tees or whatever the hell Mickey could throw together. But, dammit, no matter how cozy that cable knit looked, all you wanted to do was slap that damn smirk off of his face. And—

Was that a suitcase? Why the fuck did he have a suitcase?

“Ransom Drysdale.”

“And why the hell are you here?”

“I’m your new roommate.”

[cjsinkythoughts]

Flaws -  Mickey Henry x fem!Reader; You hate his music taste. He hates yours. You have a bad habit of stealing his gigs. He has a bad habit of fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Everyone has flaws. What are you to do about it? 18+ MINORS DNI

Addictions - Mickey Henry x fem!Reader; Part 2 of Flaws 18+ MINORS DNI

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cheating/infidelity, major character death, break ups…

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@lex-the-flex - Distant Lights

[mickey-henry]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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pairing: roommate!bucky x fem!reader

summary: the backstory of how you become roommates with bucky, steve, and sam

word count: 3.7K

author’s note: hello there! this is part one of my upcoming roommate!au series! this is set in a modern au; the boys are not avengers or super soldiers. reblogs and comments are cherished!

Your shift at Bellflower Brewery feels endless on a quiet Tuesday afternoon with little left to do. Your efforts feel fruitless; you should be at home studying for the slew of exams coming your way, but you need the extra income, especially if you’re going to move out of your shared apartment, so here you are. Your sloppy roommates care little for cleaning up after themselves and even less about your wishes, inviting friends or hookups home almost daily.

As you walk to the break room, you glance at the community bulletin board out of habit, noticing a new ad that’s made an appearance—a new room for rent on bright blue paper. You read it aloud to yourself, “Room for rent: $500 a month, amenities included. Just a couple of guys looking for a roommate. Please call Steve at 310-923-0704 if you’re interested.”

The vibrant ad is a fortuitous blessing; the universe somehow knew exactly what you needed—you could barely believe it. You were truly desperate for a new place, and here one appeared in front of you. It felt too good to be true. You take the ad with you, folding it in your pocket, hoping throughout the rest of your shift that no one else beats you to it.

Once your shift has finally come to an end, you eagerly pull the ad out from your pocket as you flop into the driver’s seat of your car. You dial the number, your hands trembling.

“Hello?” a velvety voice answers.

“Hi, is this Steve?”

“Yes, this is. Who is this?”

“Hey!” you give your name in a flurry, “I’m calling about the room for rent? Umm, I’m interested, obviously, otherwise, why would I be calling you, but erm, I have to know, what’s the catch?”

You hear a chuckle at the other end of the line. “Nice to meet you, first of all. There’s no catch—”

“What?!? But $500 a month? For one room? Do you know the price of rooms around here? Why are you charging so little?” you interrupt before he can continue.

A playful tone echoes through the speaker, “Honestly? The room is just sitting there, collecting dust. My roommate and I thought that a fresh face would liven up the place, so we put up an ad. The price was my idea; everything is way too expensive these days, and this is the one thing I could set the price for.”

“Man, you drive a hard bargain, Steve. Are you sure you’re not a serial killer or something? Trying to lure innocent victims with irresistible rent prices, promises of a nice life? Shit, sorry! I don’t know you; I can’t be making jokes like that to strangers, I know. I’m not trying to be rude or anything; sarcasm is my defense when I’m nervous. God, I need to learn when to stop talking. Where was I?”

“The room for rent?”

“Yes, that. Thank you, Steve. I don’t know why you haven’t hung up on me yet, honestly. Back to the point I go,” you take a breath to collect your thoughts. “Has someone else called about it?”

“Nope, only you.”

“Nice! So, erm, how does this work? Is there an interview process? Should I bring a resume proving I’m a good person to live with? Dammit, not again. Sarcasm, it really sneaks up on you, huh? Anyway, I’m serious, assuming you’re still interested in keeping your room open after hearing my ridiculousness.”

“Yes, I’m still interested,” he chuckles. “How about we talk more over coffee, maybe tomorrow? We can get a feel for each other? I’ll bring my other roommate so you can meet him too.”

“Sure, thank you! I can meet you before my shift. How does noon sound? Honeysuckle Cafe?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you then!” you eagerly reply, internally cringing at how overly eager you are.

“Alright, have a good night.”

“You too! Bye Steve,” you say to a dial tone.

You smile the whole drive home, thrilled at the prospect of your life changing for the better.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” you think to yourself as you walk into the small, family-owned coffee shop. You couldn’t believe Steve actually wanted to meet with you. After the over-eager phone call last night, he probably thinks you are some ridiculous, blubbering mess. Of course he would; you couldn’t stop rambling and chastising yourself on the call. Agreeing to meet with a stranger, who you have no information about other than his voice on the phone, should set off all sorts of alarms in your head. But here you are, about to meet him. On the plus side, your best friend Alyssa is working at the cafe today, so she can save you if things go south with the guys. His text said that he and his roommate were in the back corner, and you spot them immediately as you walk in.

You order an iced chai latte and blueberry muffin from the front counter, taking deep breaths in between pleasantries with your friend. Alyssa leans over the counter as you pay, “Is that them at the corner table?”

“Yes, that’s where Steve said they were sitting. I’m so nervous,” you fret.

“You got this girl. They were charming, blondie left a nice tip, too.” You glance in their direction for a moment. “You lucked out; they’re cute too.”

You roll your eyes at Alyssa’s flattery before swallowing your last bit of nerves and turning to approach the men in the back corner of the quiet coffee shop.

As you get closer, you cannot believe what you are seeing. You’re walking towards two of the most beautiful men you have ever seen in your life. The one closest to you looked as if he stepped free of a magazine cover. He is the epitome of beauty: blonde hair, bright blue eyes, sharp jawline under a gorgeous beard, sparkling white smile. This guy is absolutely flawless, a quintessential man. His alabaster skin glows in the sunshine trickling in from the window. The man next to the blonde is equally stunning: deep brown eyes, a rich complexion that glows with the golden hues of sunlight as it casts through the windows, short brown hair accompanied by a neatly trimmed mustache and beard, and a dorky grin plastered on his face. Oh god, you were already nervous about meeting strangers alone, but handsome, beautiful ones? You pray to any entity that is listening that you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.

The men pause their chatter as they notice you walking over, and the brunette stands up to meet you. He gently places his left hand on yours, giving it a firm shake. “Hey, I’m Sam, Sam Wilson,” he greets with a smile. Sam’s suave demeanor calms your nerves slightly; you can tell he’s the kind of person everyone wishes they had in their life.

You meekly say hello and give your name. You turn your attention toward the man beside him, reaching out your hand as he stands up. “You must be Steve?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiles with a firm shake. “Steve Rogers at your service.” Steve pulls out your chair, gesturing for you to take a seat. You thank him softly as they return to their chairs across the table from you.

“How about you tell us a bit about you? See how you fit into our little dynamic that we have?” Steve asks as you settle.

“Of course! So, I am a senior in college right now, and I’m about to earn my bachelor’s degree in literature. My god, I cannot wait to be done; I am so excited to get on with the next stage of life. I start grad school in the fall, where I’ll be student teaching full time. I will never have to take an irrelevant, useless class ever again! Umm, what else? Right. I work at Bellflower Brewery whenever I can. I’m trying to build up my savings. Most of my income will probably go towards rent if I’m honest, but it’ll be worth it to get out of my current situation. My roommates suck. Oh gosh, I’ve been talking for way too long without stopping. You guys look a little older than college students, so I assume you’re working? What do you do? How do you guys know each other?”

“I’m a freelance personal trainer, while Steve here is a criminal defense lawyer. Hopefully, I can open my own gym one day. We met in our first semester in college. I’m responsible for the specimen of a man before you; this guy was TINY before I got my hands on him if you can believe it. We worked together on a project, and we’ve been partners in crime ever since,” Sam answers. Before you can stop herself, you tilt your head slightly, raising your right eyebrow. “Partners?” you wonder. “Hmm, they do make a cute couple.”

“Work partners, not romantic ones!” Sam laughs, answering your question for you.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! My mom says I have an incredibly readable face, which is very frustrating sometimes. I was just curious! If you two were romantic partners, more power to you! That’s embarrassing, geez. Anyways, umm, that’s so sweet, partners in crime! Okay, I’ll stop talking now.” You hide your face in your palms as you feel your cheeks flush.

Steve and Sam chuckle, exchanging a flurry of whispered commentary you can barely hear. You think you catch “she’s adorable” from Sam and “I told you she’s a sweetheart” from Steve. You guess you didn’t make a fool of yourself? That’s a relief.

Sam softly calls your name, pulling you out from your reverie. He waits until you look up at him to continue, “We like you and it’ll be nice to have a feminine touch to the place, especially one as sweet as yours.”

“And regarding rent? Don’t worry too much about it. Pay what you can,” Steve adds.

You cannot believe your luck. And of course, you can’t say no to such handsome faces grinning at you, awaiting your reply.

“Now that you know we aren’t serial killers, wanna come and see our place?” Steve teases, referencing your joke from last night, “I make a mean spaghetti.”

You smile, “of course!”

“How about tonight? 8pm?”

“That sounds great. What can I bring?”

“Just your pretty self.” Sam winks as Steve elbows him in the side. You can’t help but blush at the compliment. It wasn’t every day a handsome guy, let alone two, paid you any attention. It was a nice change.

“You can meet Bucky then, too,” Steve adds.

“Bucky?” you inquire.

“He’s our other roommate. He’s nice, I promise; I’ve known him since we were kids.”

“Let me text you the address,” Sam says.

Once you work out all the details, you say your goodbyes, shaking their hands one more time before heading back to your car, stunned at the conversation that just occurred. You ponder your luck throughout your shift, eager to get changed and ready for the evening.

“What the hell do you mean you rented the spare room without telling me?” Bucky shouts, unable to believe the audacity of the man across the kitchen island from him.

“It’s just sitting there; we could use the extra cash! I didn’t think I had to tell you about every decision I make when it’s my name on the lease!” Steve retorts, crossing his arms.

“You’re going to invite a stranger to live here?”

“It’s not official yet. She’s not a stranger; we met her earlier today. She seems sweet,” Sam adds.

“You were there? You agreed to this? Without me?”

Sam laughs. “We didn’t need you giving her death glares, Buck. Steve said she sounded young on the phone, so we agreed that all of us at once would probably intimidate her.”

“She was nervous enough with Sam and me. Don’t ruin this for her. Promise to be civil? She’s supposed to be here soon, and I already told her you were nice.”

Bucky scoffs but hesitantly agrees. “Fine,” he mutters. He hates change. It took him a while to get used to Sam, and now he probably has to do it all over again? He can’t imagine living with another person, someone outside of them. What were they thinking?

Your nerves light up with each step towards the classic suburban home. You'd expected an apartment complex when you'd typed in the address, so seeing the white picket fence surprised you. But still, you can't fight the slight grin that finds its place on your face as you notice the dorky welcome mat that reads "welcome mother cluckers" with a chicken printed in the middle.

Standing on the porch with a raised hand, you tell yourself that everything will be okay. The meeting with Steve and Sam had gone well—you knew you were a good fit for them. So with a reminder to breathe, you knock on the door with waited breaths before feeling yourself exhale as Sam greets you with his gap-toothed grin that you've already come to adore.

“Long time, no see. Please, come in, make yourself comfortable.”

“Thank you, Sam,” you answer with a smile, taking your shoes off and placing them next to the door.

Steve greets you, “I’m glad you could make it.”

Bucky takes a moment before acknowledging you, readying himself to shove down his annoyance and make nice with the stranger Sam and Steve brought home. He looks up and catches your gaze, all of his anger dissipating as you lock eyes. He stares for a moment, unmoving.

Bucky is not usually one to believe in love at first sight. Steve is the hopeless romantic of the two. Throughout their childhood, Steve would always talk about a girl in passing that caught his eye. He'd daydream about what could have been if he stopped and talked with her. Smitten by strangers, the feelings followed Steve for hours, sometimes even days. Bucky never understood how anyone could possibly fall that fast, that hard, for another person from one look. That is, until he sees you.

In mere moments, he sees that you represent everything he isn’t: joy, light, brilliance. You foil him: your eyes exude sunshine while his scream torment, your glowing smile plastered on your face is genuine, while his grin is often forced. Like a moth to a flame, he finds himself drawn to you. He sees you, heck; he knows you, from one shared glance, before he’s even said his name.

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself to the lovely lady?" Sam asks, nudging his arm. Bucky hears Steve muffling a snicker from behind you.

"Right! Yeah. Hi, I'm Bucky," he introduces himself, leaning over the kitchen island to shake your hand.

You give him your name with a smile.

"The pleasure is mine," he says with a grin. Your fingers spark as they collide; he's surprised by the action. He's moved by your smile; it calms him somehow. A feeling of peace travels through his veins as he lets go of your hand. You have his full attention in mere moments; no one has ever made him feel this way within seconds of meeting.

"You're just in time; dinner's ready," Steve interrupts, guiding you to the dining room. He pulls out a chair for you; you're astounded by his chivalry. The table seats four: Bucky sits across from you, Steve on your right, and Sam on your left. The buffet-style spread is immaculate. Steve went all out for this meal, accompanying his spaghetti with garlic bread, roasted vegetables, meatballs, and wine. The spread stuns you. "Did they really go to all of this trouble for me?"

The table engages in small talk as everyone serves themselves. You invite the guys to share about their days; Sam and Steve go into detail while Bucky tersely says, "it was good." You brush off his aloofness; maybe he's shy?

"What made you guys pick your prospective careers? Sam, you said you're a personal trainer, and Steve, you're a lawyer?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sam answers. "I love helping people reach their greatest potential and found my passion through working out."

"What about you, Steve?"

"I was the little guy growing up, so I've got a soft spot for those who can't defend themselves. I didn't grow up with much, so with the insane amount of money he makes, I don't mind helping a few people every now and then. That's also why I wanted to keep the room's price so low; life is way too expensive. I opened my practice with my law school classmate, Tony Stark. We butt heads but make a phenomenal team."

“That’s very noble and admirable of you, Steve.” He gives a shy thank you before returning to the food on his plate.

You turn to Bucky, “What about you? What do you do for work?” His laconic reply, “I’m a mechanic,” leaves you with more questions.

“What guided you towards that field?”

“Just something I wanted to do, I guess.”

“He’s selling himself short. Bucky got himself a job at sixteen at an auto shop and quickly became the star rookie. He’s a beast at fixing that kind of stuff. He kept the job throughout college, where he majored in business to open his own shop one day. He built his place from the ground up the year after we graduated. He’s been an ambitious guy since the day I met him,” Steve gushes. A grin trickles across your face as Bucky’s face reddens, and he sinks down in his chair.

“That’s really cool, Bucky!”

Bucky simply nods in response. Dissatisfied and unsure about his succinct answers, you avoid asking him more direct questions. Sam and Steve happily answer your queries and return the favor, genuinely caring for your answers.

As dinner continues, the mellow chatter transforms into a great, tumultuous conversation. Your effervescent spirit comes alive as you become more comfortable in the guys’ presence; you fit right in.

After a moment of silence, you notice that everyone seems to be done eating. “Let me help clean up,” you insist, grabbing the empty dishes and bringing them to the sink before they can stop you.

“I’ll help you!” Bucky announces, almost stumbling over his chair as he gets up. Steve and Sam exchange glances and snicker. He follows you into the kitchen with the rest of the dishes from the table. Bucky stands in front of the sink, rolling the sleeves of his henley to his elbows. “I wash, you dry?” he musters, barely able to keep his voice from trembling in your presence.

"Works for me," you reply with a soft smile. You fall into a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the running water, the brushing of a towel on dripping wet dishes, and the murmur of Sam and Steve's conversation.

Bucky cannot stop chastising himself for not talking at dinner. He noticed the flickers of hurt on your face when he gave such short, bland responses, but he could not swallow his nerves for the life of him. He barely knows you, yet he wants to tell you everything about himself; if only he could find his voice.

He pulls away from his thoughts at the sound of murmured singing. He realizes it's you. The melody is pretty. Entranced, he stops washing the dishes and takes a moment to watch you. "What song is that?" he blurts, startling you. You almost drop the plate in your hand, but he catches it.

"Sorry! I didn't realize you could hear me. It's 'All We Know' by Alessia Cara. I was listening to it on the way here, and now it's stuck in my head," you apologize, intently focusing on the dish in your hand as you fight the heat creeping across your cheeks.

Bucky rides the surge of confidence bubbling in his veins, unsure of its origin. "Don't apologize; it sounded pretty. Care to sing it a bit louder?"

You're stunned silent for a moment. You look up at him with a furrowed brow. "You want me to sing it for you?"

"Why not provide us with some clean-up entertainment?" he banters.

"But I'm not even warmed up," you stammer.

"That didn't stop you before," Bucky counters.

"That was different," you insist. "I didn't think you could hear me!"

"C'mon, please? For me?"

That got you. You can't possibly say no to Bucky's pleading puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, fine. I'll start where I left off," you agree. You take a deep breath before continuing, "'Round and 'round and 'round it goes. Heroes fall like dominoes. We try to help it, but we won't. All we know is that we don't. 'Round and 'round and 'round we go. The chips will fall, and so it goes, and it's all out of our control. All we know is that we don't."

"You have a lovely voice," Bucky says when you pause. He turns to look at you before he continues, "you'll fit in just fine here, don't you worry."

"You want me here? Really? You've barely spoken to me! You were so quiet at dinner; I wasn't sure whether you were just shy or you hated me or something…."

Your revelation punches him in the gut. He feels awful that he made you feel that way. "Nah, I could never hate you. You just weren't what I was expecting, that's all."

"If you say so, Bucky," you smile, happy that you misread his intentions earlier. You continue singing, the melody filled with a bit more joy than it did before.

Sam and Steve fall silent in the other room, your voice carrying and interrupting their heated discussion. They adjust themselves to peek into the kitchen, where they see you putting dishes back in the cabinet and Bucky smiling to himself.

"Looks like she's going to be a good fit," Sam says, low enough for only Steve to hear.

"I knew he'd come around."

Once you and Bucky return to the table, Sam officially invites you to live with them. You are ecstatic, so much so that it takes everything in you not to jump from your seat and hug them. Even though you all just met, you can tell these guys were something special.

On the drive home, you cannot stop smiling. You are so eager; you pack the entirety of your things in a single evening. The following day, you call Steve asking if you can move in that afternoon. He laughs, amused at your enthusiasm. You cannot wait to be a part of their world. Unbeknownst to you, you would quickly become as important to them as they are to you.

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Kinktober 2022, Day 13:  Mutual Masturbation

Slut For Me

Summary:  Mickey knew the way to turn you on

Pairings:  Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, teasing, masturbating, spitting, couch arm riding, facial, swallowing, mentions of stepcest, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.3K

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Mickey takes a big gulp as you spread your legs. He tries not to pretend he's trying to see under your skirt, but he completely is. "What's wrong, Mickey? Are you afraid?"

"You're untouchable," his eyes turn to look back in front of him, just to check and see if the door was locked before he's back to looking at you. Your hand pulls at the hem of your skirt and he gets a peek of your innocent little panties. "Lloyd would kill me."

His pants already start to tent, and you know you had him. "No one said anything about touching me. What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Does he even know you're here?" Biting at your lip, you shake your head no, letting your fingers dip past the elastic of your panties. "You're trouble, Bug."

"Such a cute little name, and now I'm all grown up. Uhh," you let your head fall back as you release a lewd moan. Hoping that he hears just how juicy your pussy was. Grinning when he moans at your squelching noises.

"I can't see," he whispers. You stop your motions, and pull your fingers out. Running your slicked up digits over your chest, and Mickey stutters again. He was adorable. Thinking that your step brother would do anything to him. He might. But it was a risk you were willing to take. Or he might even have fun with Mickey, and that made you even hotter.

Lifting your ass off the couch, you shimmy out of those panties, and hold them on your finger, "I have a gift for you. You think Lloyd will know who they belong to?"

"What?"

Crawling down the couch, you slip them in his pocket, giving his cock a firm grip. "You keep them. Let's see how many of the members notice my sweet pussy is available to see so easily. Hopefully I won't bend over and give Jax a show. You think Frank would like to see my tight little pussy? Why don't you show me yours?"

Getting back how you were, spreading your legs, you spread your lips apart, letting Mickey know just how tight your hole was. "Mickey," your bottom lip puckers out, "I wanna see you."

"You're so wet, Bug."

"I've been thinking about you all day. I had to even go into the bathroom, and fuck my fingers, wishing they were yours. Just like this," you slip two fingers inside you, and slowly pump them in and out. "Been thinking about you since you went streaking last meeting. I've envisioned that cock stretching me out, so good. Won't you please show me how big you are when you're hard?"

He looks back at the door, starting to palm himself over his jeans, "Please, Mickey. Do it for me. Do it for your Bug."

"Dammit. You're gonna get me in trouble."

"Uh...Mickey, I just wanna see. I want just the sight of you to make me cum. Please, baby. Ahh...p-p-please," laying your sounds on thick, wishing that it was Mickey's cock instead of your fingers stretching you out. Your jaw slack as you look at him. Your eyes half lidded, and when you softly moan, letting yourself go, you pull your fingers out, to lick off your honey. "I wanna cum again. I can help you. Will you fuck your fist while staring at my cunt?"

"No. No, you keep playing with yourself," you smile, moving your fingers down to flick your little bean. Showing it off so Mickey can see just how horny you were for him. Your body rocking with your motions.

Mickey finally pulls out that beautiful cock. Gripping it tightly in his hand as he starts fisting himself. "Fuck, yeah. I bet you'd feel better."

"I would. My hand, my mouth, my pussy, my ass, my tits. Anything goes."

"Anything?"

"Uh-huh, whatever you want. I know the rules, and I want you to own me," you dip your fingers into your cunt, finger fucking yourself to Mickey's pace. "There's so much more for you. I want it."

"Yeah? Fuck, yeah you do. You're a dirty little whore, huh?" You nod your head, gazing at his cock. "You want it, don't you? Want me to fuck that slutty little pussy."

"Always."

"Want me to lean you up against the counter, while everyone is outside. My hand over your mouth and telling you to be quiet, while I fuck you stupid. Have you leaned up against me the rest of the night?" You nod your head. Your body heating up with his words. Mickey always had your attention. And now that he is single, you weren't wasting time. You wanted him, and you wanted in. You were ready for them all to accept you as Mickey's Bug.

"You think they could hear me spank your ass? Or have you on your knees while you choke on my cock. Using you as nothing more than a fuck doll."

"Please, Mickey. Just like that. I want people to hear what you do to me."

"Show me," your hand stops, and you start to crawl near him. "Uh-uh, show me on the arm of the couch just how needy you are. How much do you want my cock?"

You move to straddle the arm, and start grinding on it. Desperate for his touch, but he was making you work for it. His cock tight in his fist as he strokes himself. Letting a strand of salvia drip to his cock, and you whine wanting him to spit in you or on you, whatever he wanted. "My pussy is plenty slick enough for you, Mickey," you plead as he stands up. Thinking that he was actually going to fuck you.

Ripping open your shirt, and popping too many of the buttons to easily fix it. "Look at you, such a whore you wore a white button up to an alumni party. Such a dirty little slut," his free hand, pinches on your nipple, and you moan a chorus of thanks.

Lifting up your skirt he sees your pretty little pussy spread on the leather. Making a complete mess, and he slides a finger to press on your little nub. You grind harder at his touch. Singing out his name, and he pumps himself harder, "Don't you stop. Don't you dare stop this."

He barely was touching you, and it felt so good. Becoming a mess in front of you made you wish you had more time. "Are you gonna destroy me this weekend? Let everyone know who I belong to? I'll let you fuck me on the table while everyone watches. Let Lloyd see your cum drip out of my pretty pussy."

"Is that what you want?"

"Please. Please, Mickey, I want...want it."

Your hips move at a skyrocket pace. And the moment he feels your juices roll down the couch, he pulls you to your knees, letting his cum spurt all along your face. You start licking your lips when the door creaks open.

"Oops, I forgot I left the key in the lock," you smile up at him, wiping his spunk to lick off your fingers. Rubbing some on your tits and you give them a little jiggle.

"Oh, shit! Oh! Shit!" Bryce starts cackling, and Mickey moves to cover you up. "I'm letting Lloyd know that you're giving his sister a facial. Such a desperate little thing, Bug. You finally got the one you were hunting, since you never gave me and Baizen the time of day."

You wipe at your face, sucking off his delectable cream. "Step brother. And I can't handle two. I got enough man, with just one."

"Yeah. Let's let ole Hansen know his sister is a puddle for Henry's giant dick."

"Get out of her, Langley! Damn. Can I not get my girl cleaned up?"

Bryce leaves with an arrogant smirk, but you smile up at Mickey. He takes off his sweater, and tosses it towards you. "Your girl?"

"I thought we already established that, Bug. I just had to wait until you were legal. And it's kinda hot knowing you're such a slut for me. Now cover those pretty titties. I'll be fucking you later though, our room is right next to Lloyd's."

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Multi-May Masterlist.

"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"I Love You Best In." Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Three Against One." Mourning Wood (Buddy Swanson, Sam Wescott and Leslie Vernon) X AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Helping You, Helping Me." TMOMD Threesome AU! Freddy Kruger X Amber Cottrell X GN! Reader. NSFW-Ish.

"You Can't Steal What Is Willingly Given." Poly!Coven X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Yes, I Can." Poly!Hinge!Sinclairs. X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Another Day." Poly!Camping Boys X GN! Reader. SFW.

"A Lack Of Climax In Act Three." Reverse! Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"Wrath Akin To A God." Poly!DanBert X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Sweet On You." Poly!Ghostface X GN! Reader. NSFW.

"Life, Imitating Art, Imitating Life." Mickey Altieri And Randy Meeks X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

Through The Heart Is The Only Way. Chapter Nine. "Stay." Poly!Chiffany X FEM! AFAB! Reader. NSFW.

"You Should Try It." Blossom James X Henry Williamson X FEM! Reader. SFW.

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CHARCTER MASTERPOST

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i will link each character’s masterlist in this post

MOVIE MASTERLIST

STAR WARS UNIVERSE

han solo

princess leia

luke skywalker

padme amidala

anakin skywalker

obi wan kenobi

kylo ren

general hux

poe dameron

rose tico

finn

boba fett 

fennec shand

din djarin

paz vizsla

cobb vanth

HARRY POTTER & FANTASTIC BEASTS

harry potter

hermione granger

ron weasley

ginny weasley

george weasley

fred weasley

charlie weasley

bill weasley

neville longbottom

oliver wood

seamus finnegan

dean thomas

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

cho chang

fleur delacour

pansy parkinson

viktor krum

voldemort/tom riddle

bellatrix lestrange

fenrir greyback

lucius malfoy

narcissa malfoy

igor karkaroff

barty crouch sr

barty crouch jr

professor severus snape

alastor moody

sirius black

remus lupin

nymphador tonks

newt scamander

theseus scamander

MARVEL & X-MEN

black widow / natasha romanov

yelena belova

hulk / bruce banner

antman / scott lang

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

hawkeye / clint barton

hawkeye / kate bishop

echo / maya lopez

kazi

nebula

daredevil / matt murdock

mobius m. mobius

deadpool / wade wilson

negasonic teenage warhead / ellie phimister

cable / nathan summers

domino / neena thurman

storm / ororo munroe

mystique / raven darkholm

wolverine / james howlett / logan

rogue / anna marie

phoenix / jean grey

cyclops / scott summers

havok / alex summers

jubilee / jubilation lee

banshee / sean cassidy

quicksilver / pietro maximoff

angel / warren worthington

x-23 / laura kinney

magik / illyana rasputina

wolfsbane / rahne sinclair

mirage / dani moonstar

nightcrawler / kurt wagner

magneto / erik lensher

please let me know which version of the x-men characters you would like me to write for when requesting

BIRDS OF PREY

harley quinn

huntress

black canary

renee montoya

victor zsasz

THE SUICIDE SQUAD (1&2)

harley quinn

rick flag

captain boomerang

polka-dot man

ratcatcher 2

bloodsport

peacemaker

LORD OF THE RINGS

merry brandybuck

pippin took

aragorn

legolas

gimli

arwen

boromir

faramir

elrond

eomer

eowyn

haldir

THE HOBBIT

bilbo baggins

thorin oakenshield

kili

fili

dwalin

THE LOST BOYS

david

marko

paul

dwayne

star

michael emerson

STAND BY ME

ace merill

denny lachance

eyeball chambers

billy tessio

TWILIGHT

carlisle cullen

esme cullen

alice cullen

jasper hale

rosalie hale

emmett cullen

edward cullen

bella swan

charlie swan

billy black

jacob black

seth clearwater

leah clearwater

paul lahote

sam uley

TELEVISION SHOW MASTERLIST

THE MAGICIANS

eliot waugh

quentin coldwater

julia wicker

alice quinn

margo hansen

penny adiyodi

kady orloff-diaz

mariana andrieski

henry fogg

fen

PENNY DREADFUL

vanessa ives

ethan chandler

dorian gray

brona croft

victor frankenstein

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

vanya hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

luther hargreeves

allison hargreeves

diego hargreeves

ben hargreeves

lila pitts

CHARMED (1998)

piper halliwell

pheobe halliwell

prue halliwell

paige halliwell

leo wyatt

cole turner

CHARMED (2018)

macy vaughn

mel vera

maggie vera

harry greenwood

abigael cain

niko hamada

PEAKY BLINDERS

tommy shelby

john shelby

arthur shelby

ada shelby

finn shelby

polly gray

alfie solomons

luca changretta

aberama gold

bonnie gold

johnny dogs

STRANGER THINGS

jim hopper

joyce byers

dr alexei

robin buckley

steve harrington

billy hargrove

max mayfield

NETFLIX’S DRACULA

dracula

SHAMELESS (US)

fiona gallagher

ian gallagher 

carl gallagher

debbie gallagher

lip gallagher

mickey milkovich 

kevin ball

veronica fisher

male!reader platonic &/or smut & fem!platonic!reader only for ian & mickey

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid

penelope garcia

luke alvez

aaron hotchner

elle greenway

kate callahan

CARNIVAL ROW

rhycroft philostrate

vignette stonemass

tourmaline

GRIMM

nick burkhardt

hank griffin

captain sean renard

seargent wu

monroe

rosalee calvert

adalind schade

trubel

N0S4A2

vic mcqueen

maggie leigh

tabitha hutter

DOCTOR WHO & TORCHWOOD

9th doctor

10th doctor

11th doctor

12th doctor

13th doctor

simm!master

missy / gomez!master

dhawan!master

rose tyler

yazmin khan

river song

bill potts

nardole

captain jack harkness

toshiko sato

owen harper

MISCELLANIOUS

PEDRO PASCAL

the mandalorian / din djarin

javier pena

maxwell lord

whiskey / jack daniels

dave york

fransisco ‘catfish’ morales

marcus moreno

OSCAR ISAAC

poe dameron

nathan (ex machina)

apocalypse / en sabah nur

kane (annihilation)

gomez addams ; platonic!reader or familial!reader only

JOEL KINNAMAN

rick flag

takeshi kovacs

pete koslow

erik heller

stephen holder

ed baldwin

ANDREW GARFIELD

tasm!spiderman / peter parker

[crazyk-imagine]

Tug at the Heart Strings

Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Pilot!fem!reader x Robert “Bob” Floyd, Pilot!fem!reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin (they go out once but are friends)

Characters:  Pilot!fem!reader, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Doris (the sweet old lady next door), Henry (Doris’ “friend”), Diane (the nurse)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, happy ending, cursing, flirting, Jake and Javy don’t realize they made innuendos about the gym (no regrets), Javy shouts something he shouldn’t have (still talking about the gym), drinking, drinking and driving (big no no), heartbreak, tears, drama, friends fighting, close call with death, Rooster and Coyote activate their big brother modes

Word Count: 10,553

*Reader’s callsign is Blue

Requested on Ao3: Can you please do another Phoenix/reader/Bob, where Phoenix and Bob like the reader, but the reader is oblivious. Then Hangman is trying to steal the reader from them, hence a lot of tension. But in the end Phoenix and Bob win. Thank you so much :D And they’re scared of being rejected, forgot to add that

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You turn around to pick up your noisy phone off the edge of your bed. You regret putting the sound on. 

Princess Phoenix calling…  Answer □ Decline □ 

You smile, shaking your head at your previous (absurd) thought. “Hey, Natasha. What’s up?” You put her on speaker, setting your phone back on the bed as you look for a shirt in your closet. 

She sighs, “I’ve told you, call me Nat.” 

“I know,” you pout, “but you have such a pretty name.” You imagine a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. 

“I guess I should say thank you then.” 

“I think that would be appreciated,” you joke. 

A faint whisper comes through, you know it’s Bob talking to her. 

“Uh- hang on.” She puts herself on mute. 

“Okay,” you whisper, figuring that neither one of the two are listening, too engrossed in their conversation. 

-

“What is it?” She asks, watching Bob struggle with the buttons of his shirt. 

“Are you-” 

She shakes her head, “no, I’m not going to ask her over the phone.” She steps in front of him, buttoning his shirt for him. “Besides we don’t even know if she likes us and I’m not going to put us through that mess and potential heartbreak. If she likes us then- she- we can-” 

He watches her become flustered and wipes her hands on his pecks, straightening his shirt. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I- uh- I was going to ask if you were going to get dressed soon,” his voice lowers down an octave, he whispers, “you’re still in your towel. It’s been an hour since you took a shower.” 

She removes her hands off him, “oh.” She looks down to see he was right, she’s still in her towel. She nods, gulping, “I’ll start getting ready now.” 

Bob adjusts his pants, zipping up his fly. 

Natasha tries to go to the bathroom when Bob stops her. “You’re still on the phone with her.” 

“Crap!” She runs back to her phone, pressing the unmute button, “are you still there?” 

-

You let out a quick scream, throwing your arm out to catch yourself before you fall over. 

-

Natasha raises a brow, glancing over at Bob who’s picking out a pair of socks for the two of them. 

He turns around at the sound of your scream. 

The two raise a brow, concerned about you. “Are you… okay?” 

You huff, pulling up your jeans, adjusting your pant legs, “yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I was- oh crap- I’m trying to pull on,” you grunt, “my jeans and I forgot we were on the phone.” 

“Oh.” They zone out for a second, imaging you in a more… romantic and sultry scenario. 

You pull up your zipper, sighing in relief. “Yeah, sorry. Uh- why you call?” 

She clears her throat, shaking her head, ridding her mind of any inappropriate thoughts she just had. She stands in front of hers and Bob’s shared closet. “I wanted to see if you wanted Bob and I to pick you up?” She grabs the outfit left hanging the closet, courtesy of Bob. 

“I think Jake’s picking me up.” Natasha bites her tongue with a clenched jaw. She turns around, tossing her clothes on the bed. 

He gestures for her to keep talking. 

“Bagman’s picking you up?” 

You nod, grabbing your purse, “yeah. He doesn’t live too far from here and thought it would save me from gas if we carpooled.” 

“He said he wanted you to save gas? He actually said that?” 

“Yeah… Should I have said no?” You ask, confused by her weird behavior. 

Bob takes the phone out of her grasp, “no, no that’s- that’s nice of him.” 

“Hi, Billy Bob,” you greet him with a smile. 

He chuckles, “hey, pretty girl.” 

“What happened to Natasha?” He turns, glancing over at the half-closed bathroom door, knowing she’s annoyed. 

“She’s- uh- she still has to get ready.” 

“Oh, right.” Your phone dings, “hang on.” You pull your phone away from your ear, checking to see who’s texting you, it’s Jake. 

Toothpick Punk 

“Five-minute warning” 5:24pm Sent. Read. 

“Ah, crap.” You bring your phone back to your ear, “hey, I gotta go. Jake’s almost here.”

“Oh, okay.” 

“Bye, I’ll see you two soon, right?” 

“Yeah, we’ll see you soon pretty girl.” 

-

He sets her phone on the dresser before heading towards the bathroom. He pushes open the door, leaning against the doorway, watching her. 

“Is she on her way to the bar?” Natasha asks, spraying on her perfume (gifted to her by you on her birthday a few months ago). 

Bob shrugs, “I assume so, she said he’s on his way to her place.” 

She grinds her teeth, preventing herself from saying anything bad about Jake. 

The WSO sighs, walking behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “At least we know she’ll get there safely.” 

She scoffs, “she’s gonna be in a car with Bagman. All he’s gonna do is flirt with her on the way there.” 

“Yes, but she won’t know he is.” 

“You can’t think she’s that oblivious to his flirting.” 

He rests his chin on her shoulder, staring at her in the mirror, “she doesn’t seem to notice when we do it.” 

“You mean when I do it.” 

He averts his gaze, finding the sink to be more interesting. “I- I flirt.” 

She raises a brow. 

“I try, at least,” he mumbles. 

She doesn’t say anything. 

“Okay, I want to flirt but I end up saying the opposite of what I think.” 

She reaches up, patting his warm cheek, “it’s okay. It’s cute.” She pecks his cheek, removing his hands from her waist. 

He walks out of the room, searching for his shoes. 

Natasha finishes what she needs to do in the bathroom and walks out as he slips his shoes on. 

“Were you half-dressed the whole time?” 

She chuckles, shaking her head, “you just now noticed? Now you’re wondering how much time we have left, huh?” 

“N- no,” he denies. 

“You’re such a liar.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Really? Tell that to the bulge in your pants.” 

He mutters something under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom. 

-

You lock your front door and jog towards the car, knowing Jake would pull away if you didn’t make it to the car on time. 

You’ll never forget when he did that when he picked you up for everyone’s birthday (except for Bradley, Jake, Natasha, Bob, and Javy because you drove them). 

The door opens. You slip in, closing the door as Jake greets you. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” 

You buckle your seatbelt, “hi!” You glance back over your shoulder, “Hey Javy.” 

He leans forward, resting his chin on the part of the seat near your shoulder, “hey, sweetheart.” 

Jake shakes his head, “no, no. That’s my nickname for her. Find your own.” 

“Find your own,” Javy mimics as he leans back into the seat. 

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter. 

And now you’re on your way to the Hard Deck. 

Jakes fills the silence, “You find that funny, don’t you sweetheart.” 

You snort through your nose, “shut up.” 

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

“I think everyone would.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

Javy shakes his head and opens the message app on his phone to text Jake. 

Big Bad Coyote 

“You sound like an idiot” 5:32pm Sent. Read. 

Big Bad Coyote typing… 

“She doesn’t” Deleted. “You don’t” Deleted. 

Javy shakes his head knowing none of this will end well when Jake talks to you later. All he can do right now, is hope no one gets hurt… too bad. He knows there’s a high possibility that something’s gonna happen, he prays it won’t affect the relationships that have been made, platonic and not. He smiles, listening to your banter, it took the two a while, but they finally got you to open up and it’s been great. 

-

You don’t wait for either of the men to open the car door for you, much to the blond toothpick lover’s annoyance. 

“How many times have I told you to wait for someone to open the door for you?” 

“And how many times have I replied with a “I’m a big girl who can open a door that clearly gets too impatient to wait on your ass”? Huh?” 

He takes large strides, wanting to get closer to you as fast as he could. His eyebrows rise closer to his hairline in confusion, “that’s the first time you’ve said that.” 

You nod, realizing that this is the case. “Yeah, well, now you know.” 

Another car door slams shut. 

“Don’t you walk away from me.” 

“I can’t hear you,” you say before swinging the front door of the bar open. 

-

“Hurry up.” 

“I can only move so fast,” Javy complains to Jake. 

“Well, then move faster.” 

“I would if you didn’t make me do more than I could handle yesterday. My thighs and ass are sore man.” “You weren’t complaining yesterday.” 

“That’s because I didn’t realize how bad it was gonna be later.” 

Jake rolls his eyes, locking his car. 

“Don’t you walk away from me. My ass is on fire because of you!” Javy shouts the last part as the blond opened the door. 

Half of the customers in the bar turn to see what’s going on. 

Jake turns to Javy with a clenched jaw. 

The latter snickers when he realized what he did, he pushes past his friend. 

-

“Hey, you guys,” you greet Callie, Logan, and Brigham, setting down the drinks you got onto your usual table. 

The three wave back, saying their “hello’s” and return to their game of darts. 

The two finally make it over to you (after passing through a crowd of whistler’s), 

Jake immediately snatches a beer off the table. 

“So, are you two,” you cover your mouth as you snicker, “lovers on the down low?” 

The blond had barely swallowed his first sip as he glares at you. 

You bump your elbow with Javy’s. 

“Yeah, and my name is Theodore K. Mullins and Jake is my lover on the down low.” 

“I didn’t come here early just to hear you two fangirl and quote “New Girl”.” 

You roll your eyes, “whatever.” You interlock your arm with Javy’s, “c’mon.” 

“Now where are you two going?” Jake asks. 

“We’re going to play pool before you get too cocky and steal the cue stick from people.” 

“I don’t do that.” 

“Liar. You do it to Billy Bob all the time.” 

He scoffs, shaking his head trying to deny the truth. 

Javy’s lips tug upwards, he turns, looking over his shoulder to give Jake a confident smirk before turning back to you. “I think I’m the one who should be worried. You forget, I’ve seen you trick people.” 

You shake your head with a quiet scoff, “I don’t trick people. I win bets, those who play against me never ask if I’m good or not, they just assume. So, I win and that seems to shut them right up.” 

He shakes his head, racking up the pool balls. 

You take the cue stick from Jake, who smiles. “Thanks.” 

“Where’s mine?” Javy asks. 

The man closest to you turns with a frown and furrowed brows, “get your own.” 

“Oh, c’mon.” 

-

You don’t notice when another one of your friends (and fellow pilot) enters the bar, watching the three of you (specifically the way Bagman is being all sweet on you). 

-

He pulls out his phone, dialing his best friend’s number. 

-

Natasha and Bob are barely getting into their car when her phone starts buzzing. She holds her phone up to see it’s Rooster calling. 

Bob answers, holding the phone to put him on speaker. 

“Are you guys on your way?” 

“Yeah, I’m pulling out now,” Natasha answers him. 

“You better hurry.” 

“Why?” 

“Bagman is trying to flirt with your girl.” 

Bob lowers his gaze, checking his own phone to distract him from what he hears. 

She clenches her jaw. “Who?” 

“We’re playing that game tonight. Seriously? I already know how you two feel about her, stop denying it.” 

“I’m,” she sighs, “is she flirting back?” 

“Does she flirt back when you do it to her?” 

“No, but-” 

“But nothing! She likes you, she just- she sucks at understanding when someone flirts with her.” She smirks (already knowing the story because you’ve told her), “why do you sound like you know from experience?” 

“… it was different. I did it for you guys.” 

“Sure, you did.” 

“I was trying to figure out what made you two like her so much.” 

“And did you?” 

“Kind of. She’s kicking Javy’s ass at pool right now. Oh,” he groans. 

“What?” 

“I don’t want to say.” 

“Is Bagman staring her ass?” 

“… no?” 

“We’re almost there.” She tells Bob to hang up. 

-

You pull your phone out of your back pocket, curious to see if anyone texted you and to keep you from getting bored. 

Whenever you get closer towards the end of a game with Javy, he takes (what feels like hours) to take his shot. 

You turn on your phone and smile. 

Billy Bob 

We’re on our way there. Save us a game? 6:05pm Sent. Read. 

Pretty Girl 

Always. I expect to see YOU play tonight 6:05pm Sent. Read. 

Billy Bob 

As long as no one takes the cue from me 6:06pm Sent. Read. 

Pretty Girl 

Don’t worry about that *insert winky face here* 6:07pm Sent. Read. 

-

He chuckles, shaking his head, turning off his phone. 

“What was that?” Natasha asks with a playful tone. 

“Nothing.” 

“What’d she say?” 

“She wants me to play a game of pool tonight.” 

“That sounds like it could be fun.” 

“If I don’t get the cue stick taken away.” 

“That won’t happen.” 

He glances over at her with a raised brow, “what did you do?” 

“Wha- me!? I didn’t do anything. I’m just saying, if she wants you to play, she will. She can be very persuasive when she wants to be.” 

-

“I see the new “it” couple has arrived.” 

You perk up at Javy’s words, tilting your head to see past his bicep as Bob and Natasha barely entering the bar. You look up seeing him watching them walk towards you guys and smirk, using this distraction to your advantage, sinking the eight ball into the corner pocket, “ha ha! Suck it, Javy.” 

He turns around and raises his arms up, “woah, woah. I have been nothing but nice.” 

Too into your head about your victory you don’t notice when Natasha shoves her shoulder into Jake’s as she and Bob pass him. 

“You’re such a liar,” Natasha says, resting her hand on your lower back. 

Javy nods, “you’re right.” 

You two share a smile that holds no tension. 

Now this is why you like hanging out with Javy, you two can be as competitive as you want but it’s all in good fun, there’s no real competition. 

You lean into her side ever so slightly. 

She leans down, whispering, “I see you’ve been winning all on your own.” 

“Am I? I didn’t notice.” 

“You’ve got one too many tricks up your sleeve, huh?” 

You shake your head, “I wouldn’t call them tricks.” 

She tilts her head, a hint of amusement twinkles in her expression, “then what would you call them?” 

You turn to Bob, “what would you say I’m doing? Am I tricking people?” 

“I don’t want to pick sides.” 

“You wouldn’t be picking sides.” 

“I’m gonna go get a few more drinks. I’ll be back.” 

You pout. 

“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles.” 

“Of course, you’d worry about that, Bagman,” Natasha sneers. 

He raises his arms in a defensive manner, “I’m just saying. Don’t you to lose your pretty looks, sweetheart,” he winks at you. 

“Really, Jake?” You give him a deadpan expression. 

You don’t notice but when you said his name, the gorgeous woman behind you slides her hand along your lower back to rest her hand on your hip as she pushes herself against you, not too much for you to look back though. 

-

Bob returns, setting the drinks and his peanuts down on the table. He turns to find the tension between Natasha and Jake increased in the short time he was gone. 

-

“Let’s play,” Jake says with a smirk. 

“You’re on.” 

You hand Natasha the cue stick you were using before you step out of their way. 

-

Bob comes to your rescue and guides you over to where he’s sitting. 

“Thanks.” 

He smiles, “it was nothing.”

“Have you watched anymore?” 

He shakes his head, “I’m trying.” 

“Where’d you stop at?” 

He scratches the back of his head, “I’m still on season one but- uh- I think it was episode twelve?” 

“Okay, perfect.” You take your phone out of your back pocket and take the stool out of Bob’s grasp, setting it closer to him. “Come closer. We’re watching it now.” 

“How?” 

“I downloaded the first season. When I told you and Natasha about it, I found myself wanting to watch “New Girl” again.” You wrap a napkin around his soda before setting your phone against it. You turn to ask, “you ready?” 

He looks into your eyes, finding himself getting lost in them, the same way he does when he looks at his girlfriend. 

“Bob?” 

He blinks, once, twice, “yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m ready.” 

You smile while pressing play, “good. This one is a funny one.” 

-

Natasha is quick to end the game with Jake, obviously winning. She smirks, walking behind him to hand Javy the cue stick. “How’s it feel to lose to a woman?” 

“I don’t know,” he places a toothpick in mouth, “tell me when you find one.” 

She squints her eyes at him. “Whatever.” She turns around, looking for her boyfriend only to find the two of you cuddled beside one another. 

The sight warms her heart and makes her forget about the insecurities she and Bob share when they think about asking you out, just the thought of you rejecting them is- it tears them down and puts them in a slump. 

She sets the cue stick on the pool table, stepping towards the two of you when the blond, toothpick punk beats her to you. 

-

Jake leans in, resting his hand on your back. “Can I talk to you?” 

You pause the show, exiting the app so you can turn off your phone. You turn in your seat, your knee nudges his hip, “yeah, sure.” 

“Come with me,” he holds your hand, pulling you away from WSO. 

You quickly turn your head to Bob, “I’ll be back in a minute.” 

He nods, his small smile turns into a pout as you get dragged outside. 

Natasha takes the seat you previously occupied, “what was that about?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Do either of you know what that was about?” Bradley asks, sitting in front of the two of them, taking a sip of his beer. 

She turns to look at him with a raised brow, “why do you sound like you know something?” 

He stops, slowly lowering his drink from his mouth. He nervously licks his lips once, “uh- why- uh- why would you say that?” 

“You do know something. What is it?” 

“I don’t want to say.” 

“What are you gossiping hens talking about?” Reuben asks. 

“Funny,” Bradley mumbles, looking down at the suddenly interesting table. 

“Rooster, here, was just about to tell us why Bagman dragged Blue out of here?” 

“You don’t think it has anything to do with their date, do you?” 

The couple don’t move for a few seconds. 

“Their what?” she asks. 

“I feel like I shouldn’t have said anything,” Reuben says, noticing the looks on their faces. 

“You think?” Bradley adds. 

“They went on a date?” Bob asks with a sad tone and a frown. 

-

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him, staring at the ocean before glancing over at him. 

He sighs, you can see the way his shoulders sag. 

“Are you okay?” You place your hand on his bicep. 

Jake stares at you and leans in. 

Your heartbeat speeds up, you start panicking internally. You shove his shoulders. 

He jumps, taking a step back, not at all expecting this to be your reaction. “What just happened?” 

You open your mouth to respond but find yourself tongue tied. 

“I thought last night went well. Did you not-” 

“I’m sorry!” Your eyes widen, you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from shouting out another response. 

“I feel like I should be the one apologizing.” 

“No, no you were- it was- God, why is this so hard? I mean I had fun. I did have a nice time, it was… different.” 

“But?” 

“It doesn’t feel right.” 

“What doesn’t feel right?” 

You cover your face, let out a quiet whine, “I don’t know.” 

He won’t admit it (out loud) but, he doesn’t like the sight of you crying or losing your mind- whatever is going on with you, he doesn’t like it, end of story. Jakes takes a step forward, carefully reaching for you, bringing your hands down away from your face. He offers you a small anxious smile, “hey there.” He cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. 

You look into his eyes; this really doesn’t feel right. You take a deep breath. 

He leans down, closing his eyes, moving his head closer to you. 

You softly call out his name- his real name, not his call sign or the nickname’s you have for him; you’ve done this before but your tone this time isn’t something he ever wants to hear again. 

He opens eyes, he knows what you’re going to tell him. He shakes his head, “don’t say it- just- don’t say it, sweetheart. I,” he sighs. 

You blink faster than you normally due, trying to prevent the tears pooling in your waterline from falling. You take a deep breath. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

Out. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Keep breathing like that, okay?” 

You shake your head when you think of them, you don’t like that he called you by this nickname. 

He rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. “Please,” he begs. 

“I can’t- I can’t do this to you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t string you along and give you hope that I like you and want to keep going out with you. It’s not right. I would rather I hurt you with the truth than kiss you with a lie.” 

You feel horrible. You close your eyes, tears trickle down your cheeks, landing on his thumbs. 

Even though you’re hurting him, he’s still willing to help you and wipes away your tears. 

You reluctantly open your eyes and sniff your nose twice. 

He’s crying too. 

You reach up to remove his hands from your cheeks. “I can’t be with someone I don’t have feelings for, and I am not going to try and force myself into liking you. You shouldn’t have to be miserable in a loveless relationship.” You wipe his cheeks. 

His eyes open wide, “it wouldn’t be loveless.” 

You nod, resting your hand on his cheek, “it would be because I don’t love you and I don’t have feelings for you in a romantic way.” 

There’s a fire in his eyes, he shoves your arm away from him as if your touch burned him; he angrily takes a step back. “Then why did you go out with me last night? Huh!” He runs a hand through his hair, “I mean, why did you- why would you go out with me when you know you feel nothing for me?” 

Your lips quiver, you see more than one Jake. “I don’t know,” you cry out. “I don’t know, and I hate myself for it! I know I said I didn’t want to hurt you, but it looks like I did anyway!” You take a deep breath, sucking in as much air as you could with a snot filled nose, “I didn’t think.” 

“That’s all you can say?! You didn’t think?” 

“Stop yelling at me.” 

“NO! You used me!” 

“What? I didn’t-” 

“Did you just go out with me so you wouldn’t be alone?” 

“Why are you putting words in my mouth?” 

“Why aren’t you being honest with me?!” 

“Because I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I don’t know why I say the wrong things and I don’t know why I agreed to go out with you. I don’t even know why you like me.” You stand still, realizing why you went out with him. 

He huffs, turning away from you so he can walk in the direction of his car. He stops when you continue. 

You snap your eyes shut, “I went out with you because I care about you, as a friend. I wanted to see you happy because you deserve to be happy, Jake. I know lying underneath that hard exterior you have, you’re a good guy and anyone would be lucky to see that. I just- I- I never realized that you were flirting with me every chance you got, and I never put two and two together on the fact that you like me. I never never wanted to hurt you.” 

He nods, staring back at you with a clenched jaw, “yeah, well? Consider this an end to a friendship. I hope you’re happy and find someone just as selfish as you.” 

Your mouth drops open. There’s nothing you can do except blink, staring mindlessly at the ground. 

The back door opens, your quick to wipe your cheeks and step around to the other side, opposite of where Jake went. 

You cover your mouth when your backs hit the wall. You pull your phone out of your pocket and slide down, taking deep breathes to hide the fact that you’re crying. Your body bounces when you sit, crossing your legs, feeling the need to curl up. 

‘Someone just as selfish as you. Selfish as you. Selfish as you.’ 

‘Am I really?’ 

-

Bradley steps away from the, now, depressed couple. He sighs, this isn’t how he wanted anyone to spend their night. He catches something moving in the corner of his eyes, he turns his head finding Jake speed into the bar, the door slamming behind him. 

He moves to the bar, a few women that had been ogling him earlier immediately flock to him. He doesn’t push them off and wraps his arms around the two but, there’s something missing. 

Where the hell- 

“I gotta go,” Bradley says, setting down his drink. He briskly walks outside, searching for you. He looks to the side, holding onto the wall as he searches for you in the dark. 

The hard sniffles tell him he might be in the right area. 

He steps past the corner, squatting beside you. His lips thin, he sighs, reaching for you. 

You let out a quiet scream, smacking his shoulder. 

He falls and your quick to spit out your apologies. 

“Oh, man. I’m sorry, Bradley.” 

He pushes himself up with a chuckle, wiping his shoulders, he sits beside you. 

You scoot closer, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“You wanna go home?” 

You nod, “but, I don’t have my keys.” 

“Never fear, Bradley is here.” 

You let out a quiet snort. 

He pushes himself off the ground and reaches for you. 

You stare up at him with your bloodshot eyes and tilt your head, as if to say, “I can’t go back in there”. 

He nods, holding his hand closer to you, “I’ll get your purse,” he rummages through his pocket, “you can sit in my car.” 

“How many have you had?” 

“I didn’t finish my first drink if that’s what you’re asking.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.” 

You grip his hand tight as he hauls you up. You two walk to his car, he opens the door, closing it once you settle in the front seat. 

He puts his keys in the ignition, rolling the windows down before he jogs back to the bar in search of your purse. 

-

He’s quick to pass Jake, who’s still entertaining a couple of women plus their friends. 

Natasha and Bob are playing darts beside Callie, Logan, and Brigham looking like they’re all having fun. He walks by the table and grabs your purse when 

Javy steps in front of him. “You taking her home?” 

Bradley nods, “yeah.” 

“Keep her safe, yeah?” 

“Of course.” 

“I’m putting a lot of trust into you right now-” 

“Wha-” 

“She thinks of you like a brother, and I know you’re a good guy. I do. But I also know you and Jake haven’t had a good friendship ever. I’m sure you know, this is gonna be when people choose who they want to stay with, I need you to stay with her. I can’t because he’ll feel like everyone is against him and we need his head in the game.” 

“What about Blue?” 

“If she has her brother by her side, I know she’ll be able to get through this.” Bradley nods. 

Javy steps to the side, giving him room to pass by. 

-

He closes the car door and hands you your purse. 

You take it, setting it on the ground as you sniffle. 

He turns on the radio, putting it on a low volume knowing you need something to help distract you. 

-

He parks the car in your designated parking spot. 

The radios off and your quiet sniffles are the only thing he can hear other than the crickets chirping in the night. “Are you gonna be okay?” 

“No.” 

“��� I meant if you were left alone.” 

“Still no but, I’ll manage.” 

“You don’t need to do this.” 

“Do what?” 

“Shut people out.” 

“It’d be safer if I did.” You open the door and hop out, leaning in, “thank you for driving me home.” The door slams shut. You turn, walking towards your building. 

“Hey, wait- oh god- I’m fine. I’m fine.” 

The car beeps, letting the two of you know it’s locked. 

“You need some place to crash, right?” 

He matches your pace, bumping his arm against yours, “yeah. You know anybody I could ask?” He jokes. 

“I know this nice group of older ladies, who meet up for book club every Thursday, and I know for a fact that Doris would take you for a ride.” 

-

You open your purse, pulling out your keys. “Speaking of,” you mutter, hearing the familiar creek of her door opening. “Hi, Doris.” 

“Hello, dear. Who’s your scrumptious friend?” 

“He’d break too easily for you.” 

“At least, he would have fun. Are you alright?” 

You turn to her, offering the weakest smile you can make, “I’m fine. Isn’t it past your bedtime?” 

“It’s never too late to have fun.” 

An older man exits her room, bidding her a goodnight with a peck on the cheek. 

“Goodnight, Henry.” 

“Goodnight indeed.” 

“You two get some sleep. And you,” Doris points to Bradley, who freezes, “you take care of her. She’s well liked here. If anyone of us hear that you or someone else hurt her-” 

“Goodnight, Doris!” You quickly walk into your dark apartment. You reach for the light switch on the wall, squinting when the lights turn on. 

-

Doris pulls Bradley down, holding onto his forearm, “you’ve got nice arms, young man.” 

“Uh- thank you?” 

“Never mind that. You watch out for her, alright? She’s a sweet girl who needs someone to take care of her.” 

“We’re not-” 

“I know. I know. You are the one she calls her brother. I need you to take care of her.” 

He nods, “I will ma’am, I promise.” 

She scoffs, “ma’am, so polite but makes me sound old. Anyway,” she pats his arms. “You go in there and lock the door, alright.” 

“Yes…” 

“Say it.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Doris releases her grip on Bradley and walks into her own apartment, not before she gives him a hard look, so he knows she means business. 

-

He closes the door and locks it, stepping into the living room. “She’s uh- she’s something.” 

“Yeah, I know.” You walk down the short hallway, grabbing a shirt and sweatpants. You hold the items for him to take, “here.” 

He glances back and forth at you and the clothes. “Take the clothes and go to sleep.” 

“I’m not leaving you alone. No more tears are gonna be shed tonight, alright?” 

You purse your lips at him and sniff, “fine.” 

“Good… I know I just said I don’t want you to be alone, but I’ve got to wash off whatever I sat in when I found you.” 

You roll your eyes and smile, “you know where everything is. I’ll grab your clothes and do laundry after.” 

“You’re the best,” he pecks the top of your head and runs to the bathroom. 

‘Selfish.’ 

You gulp, turning to look at the TV. “Maybe I can find something stupid to watch.” You grab the remote and search through your numerous streaming devices. You stop browsing, “this could work.” 

-

“I don’t know where to put these.” 

You nearly jump out of your skin, “Jesus- fucking- Rooster! You asshole.” You snatch the clothes from him, “your ass is grass.” 

“My ass is what?” 

“I’m gonna shower, I’ll be back.” 

“If I’m asleep by the time you come back, don’t be surprised.” 

“I am not gonna take that long.” 

“Okay, our stuff is in the washing machine so, now we can watch a movie.” 

“What you find?” He asks, stuffing his face with popcorn. 

You raise a brow, “glad to see you helped yourself.” 

“Me too. What’d you pick?” 

“Footloose.” 

“The new one or the old one?” 

“The old one obviously. Why would I choose the new one? It sucks.” 

“I beg to differ.” 

“We can agree to disagree. Plus, you got good ol’ Kevin Bacon and his magical gymnastics scene.” 

“Yeah, he looks good there.” 

You stare at him from the corner of your eye before turning your head in his direction, “I didn’t comment on his looks.” 

He briefly pauses mid-bite, “it was implied.” 

“Okay… I can’t believe you find him hot.” You giggle as he tosses a handful of popcorn at you. 

Once he stops, you start eating whatever landed on your shirt. 

“You better clean this up.” 

“I am. I am.” 

His phone lights up, a text notification, you can’t see who it is and honestly, you don’t want to think about it right now. 

You didn’t even bring your phone out with you. 

-

Javy drags Jake out of his friend’s car. “You couldn’t have eased up on the drinks?” 

The blond shakes his head. 

Javy’s lucky he was able to get Jake in bed before he fell asleep. The man sighs, shaking his head as walks into his room, settling in his bed. He pulls his phone off the nightstand, opening your chat. He knows you won’t want to hear this but it’s all he can do right now. 

Big Bad Coyote 

“I’m sorry for what he did tonight.” 10:49pm Sent. Read. 

“I’m here for you, if you want to complain about Jake.” Deleted. 

He sets his phone on the nightstand and rubs his hand over his face. “I hate this.” 

-

Jake isn’t as tired as Javy thought and struggles to pull his phone out of his pocket. 

He dials your number. “Hey, it’s- it’s Jake. I didn’t mean it… any of it. I am sorry. I am an idiot and I- oh god.” 

He drops his phone and runs into the bathroom. 

The remainder of the message contains him groaning and asking if he’s dying. 

-

The next few days were okay. 

You were lucky (not really) that you were able to ignore those you’re close to, at Top Gun and on your phone. 

You thanked God every day that Rooster stuck by your side (even though you’re sure he’s been telling the others what’s going on). 

Today was a rare day when Maverick wanted to do a little one on one even though you’ll be up in the sky with a few of the others. 

It seems as though he’s in a great mode and that means you’re his first victim. 

It wasn’t bad, everything was actually going pretty well. 

You were flying around, practicing a couple of moves you could never quite right. You felt good, better than before. You felt like you were doing pretty good, you’re actually smiling and joking around with Fanboy, Omaha, and Fritz. 

Once you successfully completed those moves, Maverick moved onto Fanboy. 

You were feeling cocky and thought you could do it again, both engines blow out. You’re doing everything you can to prevent yourself from crashing but, it’s kind of hard when you have people screaming. 

“Eject! Eject Blue!” Maverick shouts. “You can’t save it.” 

Dammit! You know he’s right. 

“Pull it!” The others scream. 

You reach up, “I’m…trying!” Your radio starts cutting in an out. 

“Pull the ejection handle!” 

“I’m… try- stop… me… won’t… scared.” You’re praying for a miracle. 

You yank one last time with all that you’ve got: the fear of dying, the adrenaline that’s keeping you going, the anger of you ignoring everyone, the sadness of never seeing anyone again. You don’t open your eyes… you hope you’re still breathing when you touch the ground. 

-

Pete has to stop Bradley from doing something stupid. 

“I can’t leave her out there alone.” He shoves his shoulders, “you’ve got to let me go.” 

The older man shakes his head, “I can’t do that.” 

“You need to move before I do something we’ll both regret.” Pete can see the tears welling up in the young man’s waterline. He sighs, “we’ve already got someone going out there to find her. She needs you here, not running off into danger.” 

Bradley grips Pete’s flight suit tightly between his shaking, clenched fists. 

The man pulls him into a hug. The older man glances over his shoulder, finding Cyclone standing there. 

The two nod at one another. 

Pete pats Bradley’s back, “let’s go see her.” 

-

The pilot with the nostalgic mustache enters first, wanting to see you before anyone- other than Cyclone- wait Cyclone?! 

“Sir?” Bradley whispers. 

The Admiral doesn’t move and continues to sit by your side. 

“I’ll talk to you later,” he pats your forearm and pushes himself out of his seat. He leans forward to kiss the top of your head. 

“Bye, dad.” 

Cyclone stops in front of Bradley, “I expect you to take care of her and watch her back, you hear?” 

“Please go,” you whine. 

“I need to know my daughter is safe up in the air. I can’t get to you but we both know the risks that come with the job.” 

“The risks that come with the job,” you say at the same time. 

He nods, “exactly.” 

And he’s gone. 

“That’s your dad? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” 

You give him a deadpan expression. 

He glances over at the table beside your bed. 

“I didn’t want anyone to judge me based on who my dad is,” you mutter, picking at the blanket. 

-

Javy and Natasha run towards the nurse’s station. 

The head nurse, Diane, glances up from her clipboard with a raised brow. 

“Where’s Blue?” 

“You two know I can’t do that. It’s against regulation.” 

Natasha slams her hand on the desk, “screw regulation! Tell us where she is… please?” 

Diane sighs, “I know you two want to know where she is and how she’s doing but, I can’t do that.” 

Javy gulps, “can you- can you at least tell us if she-” 

“She didn’t sustain any life-threatening injuries.” 

The two let sighs of relief. 

“Can she have any visitors?” 

“What did I just tell you?” 

“Hey, hey,” Bradley interrupts. “It’s okay. I’ll take it from here.” 

Diane narrows her eyes at him, “I told you five minutes.” 

“Yeah, but you can’t resist me, admit it.” 

“You three have until four, that’s when I switch shifts.” 

The three say their thanks and briskly walk to your room. 

-

The door opens, you expect to find Bradley with your water but, it’s Jake. 

He awkwardly stands in front of the door after closing it. He reminds you of a little kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 

“I think you’re in the wrong room.” 

He shakes his head, “no.” 

“Well- you can see I’m clearly fine now you can turn around and pretend you never saw me, okay?” 

“I can’t do that.” 

“It’s worked well for everyone else.” 

“That’s because you pulled away and stopped talking to all of us.” 

“So, I wouldn’t hurt you or anyone else.” 

“And you thought pulling away was better?” 

You lift your up, covering your eyes like you would if you were protecting your eyes from the sun. “I can’t do this right now.” 

“No, you don’t get to do that now-” 

“I know!” Your hand flies off your face. The tears stream down your cheeks. “I know! I fucked up but it was better that I be honest with you now than break your heart more later.” 

He nods, “you’re right.” 

You sniff, “I am?” 

“Yeah.” 

He moves to sit in the chair closest to the bed, “I’ll admit I didn’t react in the most… respectful way.” 

You open your mouth to respond, he holds his hand up to stop you. 

“Just- let me say what I need to say, okay?” 

You nod. 

“I was hurt, it really hit me deep with what you said. I didn’t think it was going to end that way but, I’m glad it did.” 

“What?” 

He shushes you. “You were right. I just- I don’t know how but I got confused.” 

“Confused about what?” 

“I- honestly, I don’t know but, I had some time to think about it and you were right. It was better for you to be honest with me and not lead me on and make me think we have something special when we really don’t.” 

“Oh.” 

“I also said some… things that weren’t entirely directed at you but more so myself.” 

“How- what?” 

“I said you were selfish but that isn’t true. You told me the cold honest truth and I got pissed… I was- I was scared.” 

“Scared of what?” 

“Losing you.” 

“How would you lose me?” 

“To those two lovesick idiots.” 

“Who?” 

“Don’t tell me you don’t know that Baby on Board and Princess Phoenix are in love with you.” 

You shake your head with furrowed brows, “n- no they’re not.” 

He nods, smirking, “oh, believe me, they are.” He takes note of you expression, “you don’t know.” 

“I never- I didn’t. Oh my god. Oh my god.” 

“If it would make you feel better, I could say I wasn’t being serious.” 

You smack him, “no that wouldn’t help.” 

He deflects your hand. “Don’t hit the face.” 

You slump back, “I can’t believe it.” 

The door opens. 

You two look to find Bradley, Javy, and Natasha entering the room.

They rush towards you; the latter grabs your hands. She stares at you with wide eyes as she pets your head, pulling you closer to hug you. 

One of the guys lets out an ‘oof’. 

You peek over her bicep to see Bob adjusting his glasses. He turns to you and looks relieved. 

Jake grabs Bradley and Javy’s necks, forcing them out the door. “We’ll leave you three alone.” 

Natasha pulls back, not letting go of your hands. 

“Are you- are you okay?” Bob asks, sitting in the chair Jake sat in before. 

“I’m… fine.” 

“Fine isn’t good. Are you in pain? Do I need to get the nurse?” 

You glance over at Bob, pleading him for help with your eyes. 

He nods, pushing himself out of the chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He gets her to sit down, moving the bring his chair closer to her. “Breathe.” 

“I am breathing,” she says with a clenched jaw. 

“If you two want to leave I’d understand.” 

Natasha turns to you, an upset expression now present on her face, “and why would we want to leave?” 

“So, you two wouldn’t have to sit here feeling uncomfortable.” 

“Why would we be uncomfortable?” 

“I don’t know,” you whisper, closing your eyes to prevent the tears from falling. 

“No, tell me what you mean?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“I don’t know isn’t good enough. Why did you stop talking to us? To everyone?” 

“Nat,” Bob pleads quietly, latching onto her wrist. 

She shrugs him off, “no, I need to know. We deserve an answer.” 

You clench the blanket between your shaking fists, sucking in as much air as your body would let you. You exhale a cry before fully sobbing, you struggle to breath which leads to you hyperventilating. 

Bob is quick to push himself out of the chair, moving beside her so he can pull you into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, petting your hair. He looks back at his girlfriend who looks at you with a sense of worry and guilt, when he catches her gaze, he gestures for her to move around your other side. 

She crawls in behind you, pulling one hand into hers, squeezing your hand every so often. 

Your cries seem to have dwindled, now you realize your smushed between the two. You don’t know what to do. 

“Scoot over,” Bob lightly orders, unwrapping his from you. 

You pull back with your head down, you don’t want to look either of them in the eye. Natasha moves, resting her head on your shoulder. You bring your knees up, giving the two room to stretch out a little better. Bob settles on the other side of you, he hesitantly places his hand on your thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. 

“You shouldn’t be sorry. I am I-” 

You cut her off, “I don’t mean about now. I’m,” you sigh. “I’m sorry for what’s been going on between me and everyone.” 

“It’s okay," Bob adds. 

“You shouldn’t try to diffuse the situation just because.” 

“It’s not just because,” he argues. “Yeah, it sucked with you not talking to a lot of us but what was worse was the fact that we didn’t know you had gotten into an accident. Maverick’s been working us in all these different directions and we- we were really scared about you, okay?” 

“Okay,” you nod. 

“What made you stop talking to us?” Natasha whispers. 

“Jake said somethings and I thought they might be true.” 

“You listened to Bagman?” 

“Nat,” he starts to say. 

“I’m sorry but, if we’re gonna be listening to stupid people then we shouldn’t be up in the air.” 

You chuckle through your nose, “that’s a thought.” 

“Whatever he said isn’t important and not true at all, right?” Bob directs his gaze to Natasha. 

“Yeah, you shouldn’t listen to him anyway.” 

“He did bring something else up that made me realize something.” 

“If it’s something bad about you-” 

“Nothing like that,” you shake your head, squeezing her hand. “Promise.” 

She nods. 

“He said there were a couple of people here who are… in love with me?” 

They pause their movements, suddenly scared of how this conversation will end. “And… then… I- uh- I realized I- I feel the same way.” 

“You do?” Bob questions, wanting to make sure he and Natasha are understanding you correctly. 

“I really do, I just- I never realized it before… even though it was pretty obvious.” 

“I take it back; you can listen to Bagman on a rare occasion.” 

You hide your face in his arm to hide your laughter. 

“Does this mean after you get discharged, we can take you out on a date?” asks Bob. 

“If that’s what you two want to do.” 

She pushes herself off you, cupping your chin between her thumb and first two fingers, “when you’re given the okay, we’re going on the best date you’ve ever been on. One that tops whatever you think your best date was and then we’re going to ask if you’ll be our pretty girl, okay?” She nods with a certain dominant way. 

You immediately nod, staring at her with a slight dazed expression, “yes, ma’am.” 

She leans into closer, studying you before she pecks your lips twice, settling beside you once again. 

You pout, “that wasn’t fair.” 

“Don’t be greedy.” 

You turn to Bob and offer him your most pathetic pitiful expressions. “She’s mean.” 

“You stayed away from us and didn’t let us see your pretty face.” 

Your jaw drops. 

“Let’s watch something before nurse buzzkill comes back and tells us to leave,” says Natasha. 

You reach over him and grab your phone, opening Netflix so you can continue watch New Girl. 

“Did we already watch this?” 

You and he shush her. “Can’t we watch a different episode?” You two shush her again. 

-

The nurse opens the door, prepared to tell the two it’s time to pack it up and stop whatever it is your doing but, she can’t. 

She rolls her eyes, “kids.” 

The door clicks shut, and a tired, groggy Bob sets your phone on the table. 

-

You’re being discharged today, and everyone was practically fighting on who would take you home. You don’t need a babysitter or someone watching over you but that doesn’t stop them from trying. 

Pete called for the others and of course, they were reluctant to go, the only one that wasn’t called in was Jake. 

Beau enters the room, watching as Jake worries over you and you pushing him away. “Let me,” he steps in, helping you out of bed. 

“I can help her from her, sir,” Jake assures your father. 

“I hear you but, I’d rather help my daughter as much as I can right now.” 

The blond’s brows furrow, “daughter? Where?” He turns to you. 

You give him a sheepish grin and a small shrug. 

He shakes his head, “no.” 

“Yes.” 

“No.” 

“… yes.” 

“Seriously?” 

“I’m afraid so.” 

“Afraid so?” Beau chimes in. 

“You’re no prize. Everyone here is afraid of you, not counting Maverick.” 

“That’s because he’s stupid.” 

“Or he has a lot of balls.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“Do I though?” 

You push his hands away from you, “I can walk on my own.” 

“You’re related?” 

“Is he still on that?” Beau asks you. 

You nod, “he probably won’t shut up about it.” 

“I don’t know if I should be concerned with my decision on bringing him here.” 

“You definitely should be,” you joke. 

“Let me take you home.” 

“You have to work.” 

“I can take the afternoon off.” 

“We both know that won’t happen. I love you dad but, you can’t leave. We can have dinner or something.” 

He sighs, “fine but if he,” he points to a flabbergasted Jake, “tries anything you let me know.” 

“He won’t but thank you.” 

He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. He leans down, whispering in your ear, “I expect to meet the other two when we have dinner.” 

You pull back, “who?” 

He raises a brow, “the two that were asleep in your bed.” 

You feel hot all of a sudden. “Who- who- there was- uh- no one there- with- with me.” 

“I just want to meet them, that’s it.” 

“That’s it?” 

-

“That’s your dad?” 

You whirl around, poking him with your index finger, “would you shut up.” 

“When have you ever known me to shut up?” 

You groan. 

“We’re gonna be having a party at your place tonight.” 

“My place? A party- woah- what?” “Don’t say anything just be there, okay?” 

You pout, “do I have to?” 

“Yeah, you have to.” 

“But do I really?” 

“Your lovers will be there.” 

Your cheeks feel hot, “don’t say lovers.” 

He smirks and whispers, “lovers.” 

You squint at him. 

He can tell there’s something off with you and takes off running. 

“Get back here!” You chase after him. 

“No!” He shouts over his shoulder, “you’ll try and hit me. I can’t have you ruining the money maker.” 

“But that’s exactly why I need you to stop.” 

-

“Hey there, Mrs. D.” 

You sigh, “please don’t make chit chat with my neighbors.” 

“What can I say? The ladies love me,” Jake throws a wink in Doris’ direction. 

“He’s right, dear. He’s got the moves, let him use them, even if it’s on an old lady.” 

“You are anything but old, Doris Day.” 

She chuckles, “you two have fun with your small party.” 

“Thank you, Doris. You have a good rest of you day.” 

“You know I will, good looking.” 

You close your door and spin around, surprised to see everyone casually sitting or cooking in your kitchen. 

“She’s here,” Javy announces. “Hey, how are you?” 

You shake your head, “don’t give me that sympathetic tone. I’m fine. I’m good. We’re here to hangout not have a pity party.” 

Javy raises his hands, “fine, fine. No more sympathy.” He glances over at a cocky looking Jake. “Why’s he so smug?” 

“Doris-” 

“I love her.” 

“Everyone does. Anyway, Doris fed into his ego and now he’s lost his mind.” 

He nods, “ah.” 

“Yep.”

Natasha and Bob move towards Javy, offering small smiles. 

Your lips stretch into a wide smile, “hey you two.” 

Bradley groans. 

“What?” You ask. 

“You three are gonna be all sweet and lovey dovey and ugh.” 

Natasha smirks, shoving Jake to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You jealous?” 

He grumbles with his head down as he walks away. 

Jake snickers as he follows after him. 

Javy shakes his head, “I’m happy you’re okay.” 

You wave him off, “yeah, yeah. Me too, Javy.” 

He smiles, turning his head when he hears groaning. Javy sighs, watching as Jake holds his stomach and Bradley stands there smiling like a little kid eating a piece of candy. 

“Should we help him?” Bob asks you two. 

Natasha shakes her head, “no.” She applies to slightest amount of pressure to your waist, guiding you towards the couch, “let’s sit.” 

“I’m not a dog,” you complain. 

“I didn’t give you a command,” she leans in closer, whispering, “unless you want me to.” 

You hum, “looks like someone’s caught Jake’s cocky bug.” 

“I take offense to that.” 

Natasha sits on your right, Bob on your left. 

“What exactly are we doing here?” You ask. 

Mickey and Reuben make themselves comfortable on the floor beside your legs. “Movie night,” the former answers with a mouth full of pasta. 

The latter smacks his shoulder, “dude, don’t talk with your mouth full.” 

“She asked.” 

“Chew your food before you talk.” 

“Maybe I don’t want to chew my food before I-” Mickey takes a deep breath, choking on the small amount of food left in his mouth. 

His floor buddy slaps his back trying to help him. 

You reach forward and raise his arms. 

Once he catches his breath and takes a sip of water. “I’m just gonna sit here and not talk,” Mickey says with a raspy voice. 

“Here you go,” Bradley holds out a bowl of pasta in front of you, slightly leaning on the couch. 

You throw your head back, giving him a wide smile before you start inhaling eating your pasta. 

Javy hands Bob and Natasha their bowls before settling down on one of the chairs near the TV. 

Bradley and Jake fight over the other open chair. 

You snort, watching the two act like children. 

“Are you two ever going to stop,” Natasha waves her hand at the two, “whatever that is?” 

“I will when Chicken gives me the seat.” 

“Like hell I will.” 

“Leave them be. They’ll tire themselves out sooner or later,” you tell her. “Oh hey, where are the others?” You ask out loud. 

“Halo went to go visit her family,” Reuben answers. 

“Fritz and Omaha went out on a double date.” 

“Double date? Good for them. What about the other two?” 

“Harvard has a bad headache and stayed home, and Yale wanted to go grocery shopping, said this was the best and only time he could go.” 

Javy shushes you two, “the movies starting.” 

You and Natasha groan. “Why are we watching this crap?” You ask.

“The new footloose is amazing. Do not tarnish its good name,” Bradley says, sitting beside Jake’s legs. “Oh, and Bob picked it.” 

“Are you for real?” He nods, taking a bite of his pasta. 

You turn to Bob, peck his cheek, and say, “you made an excellent choice, Billy Bob.” 

“What if I said I chose it?” Jake chimes in. 

“I’d beat you with your bowl.” 

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” 

“Nope,” you rest your head against Bob’s shoulder. 

“It’s starting.” 

Numerous complaints echo around the room, all telling Mickey to shut up. 

-

Everyone’s fallen asleep or fighting the urge to close their eyes. 

You manage to escape Bob and Natasha’s hold so you can get blankets for everyone. 

Javy and Reuben immediately cuddle into their blankets. 

Mickey smacks his floor buddy when to steal his blanket. 

You set a pillow between the two, hoping that it will stop them from fighting. 

You move onto Bradley and Jake, setting their blankets on top of them but you have to angle the former another way or else he’s gonna be kicked in the face. 

You set a blanket on Natasha first, watching as she snuggles into it before setting your last blanket on Bob. You grab the pile of bowls and set it in the sink, letting them soak for the night. You try to sneak between the two once again when you see Bob crack one eye open. “Hey,” you whisper, settling in the empty space. 

“Where’s your blanket?” 

You curl your arms around yourself, “I’m fine.” 

He pulls you closer to him, tossing some of his blanket onto you. 

Natasha curls into your side, throwing a little bit of her blanket onto you. 

“I feel like we should move.” 

“What makes you say that?” His breath tickles against your ear. 

“Besides the fact that we’re scrunched up on the couch, nothing.” 

“Should we?” 

“We can. If you want to?” 

“Do you?” 

A hand grasps yours and Bob’s wrists, pulling you into your room. 

You turn around, staring at Natasha. “Get in bed. It’ll be better for us to get some sleep in here.” 

You two nod. 

“Who’s gonna be in the middle?” You ask, pulling the sheets back. 

“You,” she answers. 

You three settle into the bed with Bob and Natasha snuggling into you. 

-

Once everyone was awake and their brains were functioning enough, they decided to head home to get ready for a night out. 

-

“Well, well, well,” Jake says, checking you out up and down. “Someone’s dressed to impress.” 

You look down, checking out your outfit, finding yourself wearing your usual jeans and shirt combo. 

With the heat during summer, it’s best to wear no layers. 

You shake your head, preparing to take your shot (after snatching the cue stick from him). 

“I’m not dressed to impress anyone. I’m comfortable. And you just lost.” 

-

“Is he hitting on her?” Natasha asks out loud, not aiming her question to anyone specifically. 

“He’s just trying to get under your skin,” Bradley says. “Don’t focus on that now.” 

She scoffs, “how can I not?” 

Bob returns, setting another round down before he starts munching on his snack of the night. 

“Do you see this?” She asks him. 

“This is their friendship… and he can’t turn it off.” 

Bradley snickers into his hand. 

Jake loses his smile, his eyes going back and forth between the corner pocket and where you stand. “How- wait- did you take my shot?” 

“No, I didn’t.” You walk away, standing before the two with a wide smile. “Hi, you two.” 

Throat clearing sounds come from your left, you turn to them with annoyed expression, “and hi, dumbass one and dumbass two.” 

“We prefer hunky Hawaiian shirt with a porn stache’ and the sexy Coyote,” Javy replies. 

Bradley turns to him with an offended expression. “Why are you hating on my mustache?” 

“I’m not but, you honestly can’t blame me for saying that,” Javy tries to defend himself. 

“Yeah, I can. I’ve gotten more numbers than you so far, I’d say it’s working like a charm.” 

“What do you think would happen to that confidence if I shaved it?” Jake interrupts. 

Bradley pushes himself out of the chair, “woah! Woah! Nobody and I mean nobody is shaving it.” 

Jake and Javy glance at each other while Bradley runs away. 

-

“Ignore them. How are you two?” You ask. 

Natasha grins, pulling you and Bob closer. 

You try to pull back, so you don’t smush yourself into him, but she is relentless. You grab both of their wrists and pull them outside, unlocking Bob’s car with his keys (which you stole to put in your purse or else he would have lost them, again). 

-

You open the trunk, making them sit on the blanket you set in the back. 

Natasha hums when you settle in between the two, “so this is why you wanted the car?” 

“Partly, but I also thought we could leave early and watch a movie back here or maybe we could just stay here until everyone’s done and then we go home, or we could-” You expected her to cut you off from your rambling when you realize your head is turned in Bob’s direction and his (very) kissable lips are moving against yours. You copy his actions, feeling yourself losing your breath. You swear you melt inside. 

“Don’t hog her,” Natasha teases as she drags her fingertips against your arm. 

He pulls back, “I’m not,” he says against your lips. 

You take a moment before you open your eyes, staring up at the two, who are watching you look at them dazed expression. “What was I saying?” You whisper. 

Natasha shakes her head, “it’s not important.” 

A loud smacking makes the two of you break eye contact with her. 

She tilts her head, “did you steal her gum?” 

He pauses, staring at her through his lashes (his attempt at an innocent/ puppy dog look), “no?” 

“You’re such a liar.” 

“I didn’t go searching for it.” 

She shakes her head, “whatever.” She turns to look at you, “what’s got you so smiley?” 

You shake your head, “nothing just,” you exhale, “I’m really happy.” 

She smiles, bending down, pecking your lips, “good.” 

“Can we watch more “New Girl”?” he asks. 

“You’ve got him obsessed with that show.” 

“It’s a good show,” you argue. 

“Turn it on.” 

Her and Bob settle on either side of you, “ready?” 

Bob reaches forward and presses play. 

-

When Bradley and Javy exit the bar in search of you three, they look through the window and find the three of you snuggled together. 

Javy nods to his new sidekick. 

-

The door opens, scaring you and Bob. 

“What the hell?!” You sit up, smacking the two. 

“What?” asks Javy, who’s laughing his ass off. 

“We wanted to pop in. Say hi,” Bradley answers, pulling away from you, not wanting to be smacked. 

“So much for a quiet night,” you mumble. 

“You knew this was going to happen,” Natasha says, still laying down. 

“I hoped it wouldn’t have.” 

“At least we got to watch a couple more episodes,” Bob adds with a small smile. 

You shake your head, hiding your smile.  

[starryevermore]

simon says ✧ mickey henry

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everyone say thank you @rebelemilu​

inspired by: “simon says” by yc banks

pairing: mickey henry x fem!reader

summary: simon says, take a deep breath ‘cause tonight we gon make a mess. 

word count: 1,069

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, all porn no plot, shower sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

Mickey Henry was no stranger to noise complaints. Between all of his sexual escapades over the years, his neighbors have become well acquainted with how loud he was. But only got worse after he met you. Not only were you the type of person to not hold any of your sweet noises back when he got you in bed, but you were just as eager to make him scream just as loud. In fact, he was almost certain that you could get off on his moans alone. 

But even more than that? You loved blasting music throughout the whole apartment. The place was rarely quiet. Something about how when it was quiet, you couldn’t think. But he liked the noise, liked hearing whatever song you were obsessed with at the time, you singing while you worked or did chores or tried to convince him to abandon his work to spend time with you. God, he fucking loved it. 

Today was no exception. 

He’d just come back from dj-ing a party on an island, and he’d missed you the entire time. You hadn’t been able to come because you had a meeting that day, and he had to leave you with a heavy heart. But now he was back, and he was ready to make up for lost time (even if it was really only a couple of days he was gone. What could he say? You made him a big ole softie).

“I’m home!” he called out, but got no response.

Then, he heard it—

“Queen in the streets but go pornstar for me, kiss on your neck and your chest then repeat,” you sang at the top of your lungs. 

He smirked, recognizing the song almost immediately. In your sex playlist, you had that song in there no less than five times. Something about it got you off and, well, who was he to complain? Mickey followed the source of the noise, finding you in the shower, rinsing shampoo out of your hair. 

“Fuck all these bitches I'm yours, kiss and hit you with somе foreplay, shawty you can have it your way,” you continued to sing, not realizing he’d entered the bathroom. 

His smirk quickly turned to a grin as he worked to unfasten his belt. Judging by how intensely you were singing, he got the feeling that you were in the mood for some fun and who was he to deny your wishes? He rid himself of his clothes quickly, before pulling the shower door and slipping in behind you. His hands rested on your hips, spinning you around. You gasped like you’d been shot, but you quickly laughed when you realized it was only your goofball of a boyfriend. 

You smacked his chest lightly before pulling him down to meet you in a kiss. 

“Come here often?” Mickey teased, swiping his tongue over your bottom lips. 

“No, my boyfriend never makes me come in the shower,” you teased right back.

“Oh, what a shame. Seems like we need to rectify that.”

“Then be my guest, pretty boy,” you said. “But we gotta get clean before we get dirty.”

He took the washcloth you’d had in one of your hands away from you, then reached around the grab the bar of soap. He got the cloth covered in suds once more, before gently scrubbing your chest. You giggled as he did so, grabbing onto his bicep as you felt weak in the knees. “What?” he laughed. “Just doin’ what you asked, kitty.”

He moved to scrubbing your arms before kneeling in front of you, taking extra care to scrub your legs and your cute little ass. He looked up at you, water droplets falling into his eyes and said, “Gotta take extra good care scrubbing these parts. Gotta make sure your prettiest parts stay nice ‘n clean, ‘cause I'm the only one who’s allowed to make a mess of ‘em.”

Dropping the washcloth on the shower floor, he grabbed one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, pressing his mouth to your wet pussy. He moaned as he lapped at your juices, his fingers slipping past your folds and pumping in and out. His mouth moved to your clit, the tip of his tongue flicking over it before he took it in his mouth and gave it a harsh suck. Your hand flew to his head, pushing his face closer.

“Shit, shit, please, gimme more,” you begged, your eyes screwing shut. 

“You want more?” he asked. “You want me to make you come? Then do it, baby, I got you.”

You barely had time to process your orgasm before Mickey was rising back to his feet, sucking your slick off of his fingers. He spun you around, grabbing at your arms and putting them to the shower wall. He grabbed at your hips, pulling them toward him until you were arching your back.

“Shit, you look so pretty like this,” he moaned, wishing he had a camera so that he could have this moment memorialized forever.

“Please, Mick, please,” you begged. 

He gripped his cock, running his tip over your folds. “Please what? What do you want?”

“Please, baby, fuck me!”

“Your wish is my command,” he said, thrusting in suddenly. 

His hips snapped up to meet yours, his hand flying up to grab at your hair. He pounded into you, his balls slapping up against you as you moaned louder than he ever heard you before. Shit, he was gonna have to do this more often.

“Don’t know how much longer I'm gonna last, pretty girl,” he grunted. “Want me to come inside you?”

“Shit, please, please come inside me,” you begged. “Want it all, gimme it all, please.”

He grunted as he came, thrusting slowly as he helped you come, his hand falling away from your hand and moving to circle over your clit until he felt your walls fluttering around him and you come, too. He pulled out, turning you around again and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Simon says we need to do this more,” he teased.

“Mm, the water’s gone cold but we can move this to the bedroom if you’d like,” you said, kissing the tip of his nose. 

And that was all you needed to say before he was turning off the shower and practically carrying you to your shared bedroom, you giggling the whole time. 

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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Flaws

Written for @honeysucklesteve​’s 4k writing challenge! If you haven’t, go check her out because she’s amazing!

Pairing: Mickey Henry x fem!Reader

Summary: You hate his music taste. He hates yours. You have a bad habit of stealing his gigs. He has a bad habit of fucking you until you can’t walk straight. Everyone has flaws. What are you to do about it?

Word Count: 3822

Warnings: Cursing, hate sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slight edging, there’s a mirror involved, drugs, alcohol, clubbing, smoking, one mention of lung cancer, mentions of Monday’s plot, so slight spoilers; (I hope I’m not forgetting anything. These kinds of warnings are new to me. If I am, feel free to tell me.)

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A/N: I know I haven’t posted in a while, but here you go! I’m so nervous about posting this. Honestly. I feel like I kinda rushed it a little? I dunno if it’s good. Uhm, I will say that Mickey is not soft in this. You know how he’s all cute and flirty in the movie? Yeah. Not here. I have plans to write for him later on where he’s more on character and adorable and all that, but it’s enemies to lovers and he hates reader and reader hates him. So. Yeah. Have fun with that.

This is a few firsts for me; first published smut, first Mickey Henry fic, and first enemies-to-lovers ever! I’m attached to friends-to-lovers (my parents’ fault), so going in the opposite direction is exciting and I hope it works out! (We’ll see what it can become after it’s been written.) 

Also! Yes, I’m adding the link to the inspiration of the remix here. You’ll see what I’m talking about. I imagine more bass, but that’s basically it.

As always, all mistakes are mine and please excuse them as it’s not beta’d! Be kind to yourselves and others! Stay tuned and enjoy!

Part Two - Addictions

My Masterlist

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Between the tumultuous, voice losing cheers and the pounding, headache inducing bass, it’s a miracle the occupants of the building can hear anything at all. The large room is doused in bright pinks, purples and blues, glitter getting into every pore and crack, the smell of cigarette smoke and booze lingering in the air. 

Bodies pressed together uncomfortably tight, breath and sweat mixing in a way that can’t be enjoyable, but no one notices because they’re all too high and drunk. There’s a couple swallowing each other in every dark corner of the room. A group of guys looking to get some are laughing rather obnoxiously at the bar, having consumed far too much alcohol to be safe. 

Bouncers are escorting people out left and right; a streaker who decided to get on a table and dance, a couple who took it a bit too far over the bar counter, a group of girls who were no doubt too young to be in such an environment. Boisterous, chaotic, borderline dangerous.

There’s no place he’d rather be on a Friday night.

Up on the center stage, playing around with his tracks, messing with the turntables, pulse connecting to the music, head bobbing with the beat. He’s in control. 

Every party. Every Friday, Saturday, Sunday night. Every weekend.

He’s in control.

It’s what he liked so much about doing what he does. Once he’s booked, he’s booked. It’s his night. He controls the sounds people hear. He controls what they dance to. How they dance. The pace of the night. The feeling of the night. And no one can take it away from him.

No one, that is, except you.

He hears you before he sees you, which is nearly impossible considering how loud the music is, but you somehow manage to take control of the room the moment you walk in it. You always get what you want with a bat of your eyelashes. And if you aren’t given it, you take what you want without regard for other people.

It really really pisses him off.

You’re laughing with a group of your friends, guys and girls’ heads swiveling to stare at you, captivating every heart in the room as per usual. You always show up with the same group, but he doesn’t even know any of their names even though you run in the same circles. It’s not like you end up hanging out with them for long, and you never leave with them. No, no. You always leave with him.

And that pissed him off too. 

He can’t help it. He has absolutely no control over himself when it comes to you. And he hates you for it. He hates that he lets you take over with only a few snarky comments in his defense. He hates that you always get into his head. And he hates that you’re the best fuck he’d ever had and he can never get enough of you.

But most of all…he hates your music.

“Hey, hey! There he is!” You send him that infuriating smile of yours, a drink in your hand. It’s a flaw of yours. One of many, but probably the biggest. Alcohol. Like him and his cigarettes. He watches you with narrowed eyes as you effortlessly move through the crowd, your girls and guys seeming to vanish into the mob with every step you take.

You end up in front of the stage, leaning on it and giving him a smirk as you sip on your beverage choice of the night. It’s always something different. The only common factor is the alcohol you crave, letting it wash over your tongue, burn down your throat and slip into your veins.

“Heya, Mouse!”

“Don’t call me that!” He shouts with a growl over the music, pulling his headphones down around his neck. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I got called this morning! Said there was a gig tonight!”

He shakes his head, gesturing to the set up. “You’re a bit too late there, sunshine! Gig’s booked!”

You shake your head back at him. “I’m taking over from here, Mouse!”

“Says who?!”

“Argyris!”

His jaw clenches, his forehead creasing, a skeptical scoff leaving his lips. “Fuck you! No he didn’t! He said this one’s mine!”

You just give a shrug, no cares in the world, downing the rest of your drink. “You can fuck me later! For now, if you wanna whine about it, Daddy’s over there!”

Another growl leaves his chest as he scowls at you, eyes darting to where you’re pointing. Argyris is by the bar, of course, swaying on the seat. Barking out a laugh, he looks at you with a shake of his head. “He’s so drunk he probably shit himself again! You can’t take his word for it!”

“I can when he called me this morning, sober as he can get!” You shoot back, hopping up to stand besides him. “Besides! Someone’s gotta make sure these people have an actual good time!”

“Don’t touch anything until I get back!” He snaps, pointing warningly at you as he starts to walk towards Argyris.

You smile innocently, even though he knows you’re anything but. “Yes, sir!”

He marches over to his asshole friend and grabs him by the shirt, turning him around. “Mickey! Havin’ a good time?!”

Mickey glares, feeling his blood boil and his ears heat up, not from the proximity of strangers around him. “What the fuck?! You told sunshine over there that she could have my gig?!”

“I thought you’d wanna break! Dance and relax for a little bit! It’s only a two hour slot I gave her!”

“You should’ve fucking asked, Argyris! I don’t want her anywhere near my-” His sentence is cut off by a change in the music and he whips over to the stage where you’re grinning and jumping with the crowd. You catch his eye and throw him a wink, holding one of the headphone cups over your ear. “ Oh for the love of - she��s messing with my stuff!”

“I thought you liked her!”

Spluttering, Mickey gapes at the other man in disbelief. “Like her? I can’t stand her! She’s so fucking annoying!”

“What’s so annoying about her?!”

Mickey snatches the drink Argyris was about to gulp down and slams it on the counter. “She’s a spoiled fucking brat! Everyone lets her do whatever she wants! She steals half my fucking gigs! And her music is shit! Listen to this!”

Argyris looks around the room and shrugs. “Everyone else seems to like it! Sure it’s different than your disco-”

“It’s not disco!”

“But it’s a crowd pleaser! Just relax! Have a drink and go dance!”

“Argyris!” Wanting to scream in frustration, he watches the man stumble off to get another drink down the bar. “Dammit! This is fucking shit.” Grumbling to himself, Mickey storms back over to the stage, easily pulling himself up.

You bite your lip and raise an eyebrow at him. “So?! How’d your date with Argyris go?!”

“I hate you so fucking much! Use your own fucking headphones!” He snatches the pair from your neck, pulling the cord out. “Why do you always have to steal my gigs?!”

You shrug, leaning forwards to brush your lips against his ear. “Yours are so much fun.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyebrows furrowing. This always happens. Every time. The moment he feels in control, you do something and he feels every ounce of himself slipping away. It’s the reason he fucks you. To take back that control he so easily gives to you. To make sure you understand that on the weekends, he’s in charge.

But not tonight. No, no. Not tonight. He refuses to get caught up in that game tonight. You wouldn’t end up in an alley or some bathroom with him. He wouldn’t end up on your couch or in his kitchen with you. He refuses to let it happen. Again.

Instead, he lets out a chuckle and nods. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever sunshine.” He takes a step back, giving you a smirk as your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You have fun playing your shitty music!”

“Have fun moping!” You call back, turning to the table and ignoring him completely as he groans and jumps off the stage.

Good God. You’re infuriating.

But so is he.

You hate Mickey Henry. You just do. You hate that he has zero responsibilities and gets away with it. You hate that he can charm his way out of any situation. You hate how immature he is and how no one ever forces him to grow up. And you hate how easily you let him take charge when he’s with you. After a life full of people making choices for you, you crave control, but with him? The moment he tells you to get on your knees, you fall, no matter where you are or what you’re doing.

But most of all…you hate his music.

You take his gigs to save people from listening to it, but also so he knows he can’t talk every situation into his favor. That Argyris can’t always take care of his job for him. He never checks up on gigs once Argyris tells him he has them. So it’s really his fault for not taking some responsibility.

Watching from the stage as your music flows through you, vibrating your bones and sinking into your skin, you’re not surprised to see him get out a cigarette as he heads to a mutual acquaintance of yours. He has many flaws, but that’s a major one. Like you and your alcohol. Him and his cigarettes. You wouldn’t be surprised if you learn a couple months from now that he has lung cancer.

Mickey is talking low to the guy and you already know what’s going on. That was a flaw you both shared. Drugs. He is much more intense than you though. While you’d be fine with some pot, he almost always hits hard with cocaine. Not that you’re innocent from that type yourself - you’d done it multiple times with the man himself if you ended up at each other’s place. Never in the bedroom. You never made it that far, and you don’t really care to. But after those times bent over the table, being pounded into the couch, hanging against the wall, you’d get high with him before one of you takes off.

You’re not exactly sure what happened earlier. You were a bit shocked when he stepped away. Not that you usually left so early, but he didn’t even stay to bicker some more.

Not that you care. You’re just…curious. Maybe he’s finally growing tired of the game you’ve been playing. You’ve been playing it for a few years now. With that weird little pause last year.

You actually thought he had changed.

Having run into him at a party, you prepared yourself for the arguing that no doubt would end in sex. But it didn’t. It didn’t even start. He was with someone. Like, steady with someone. As in dating someone. Living with her. To the point where his baby mama actually agreed to let him keep his boy in their apartment as long as they were together.

It was a weird six months. You two actually had real conversations. You knew how soft and goofy he could get; you had loads of mutual friends and often went to the same parties so you’d seen that side of him. It was just…odd because it never came out with you. But it did then. And you…liked it. You didn’t see him as often, especially once his kid was cleared to live with them. He stopped going out on weekends, started just attending the small shindigs your friends hosted, worked from home instead of DJing.

But then his girl - what was her name? Claire? Caitie? You can’t remember - left for a job in the States just a few months ago and he was back to square one. His baby mama took back the custody privileges, he went back to partying every weekend, and you fell right back into your petty bickering and rough fucking.

You feel bad. Really, you do. You heard that he’d actually loved that chick. And you know he wanted to see his kid more. You knew about the room at his place. But that almost made you hate him more. That he went right back to his old self. He didn’t even try. He got a taste of being a responsible adult, and then let it go.

Because no matter how hard people try, flaws are flaws. And no one can change that much.

As the night goes on, more booze enters your system, while more cocaine enters his. There’s the occasional glare or immature finger raising between you two. Mickey even sticks his tongue out at you while dancing with some broad, a smirk lifting up the corners of his mouth as yours twist down and your eyes roll.

Your features quickly morph into smug amusement as an idea pops into your head and his eyes narrow. What are you up to? He quickly finds out as you stop the music and bring a microphone to your lips.

“Hey, hey, party people! Everyone’s night going fantastic?!” Cheers are your response. Mickey scowls, not liking where this is going, and starts heading your way. You wink at him. “I’m gonna change it up for just this one song! It’s a dedication song to a good friend of mine! It’s a bit different than the usual stuff, but it’s a bop, I promise! Here’s to the Mouse!”

He immediately freezes as the song starts. “Meeska! Mooska! Mickey Mouse!” He feels his face heat up, his fists balling up at his sides, glaring at you and your shit eating grin as you roll your body to the beat, his feet taking him to the stage.

Effortlessly lifting himself onto it once more, he grabs both your wrists in one of his larger ones to stop the music without you interfering, his rings digging into your skin. “Aww! But, Mouse! We didn’t even get to the roll call!”

“Shut. Up.” He grits out through clenched teeth, putting something else on absentmindedly. He didn’t want Argyris on his ass later for leaving the crowd without music. “God. Stop being a fucking pain in my fucking ass for one fucking minute.”

You roll your eyes, but he’s pulling you away before you can reply. Next thing you know he’s shoving you into the bathroom, growling at the girls that were smoking up the place to get out.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, princess?” He hisses in your ear, slamming you against the door once the girls left. He’s so tired of giving in to you, but he can’t help it, crashing his lips against yours messily. Teeth and tongue, the taste of smoke and the fruity drink you had chosen for the night mixing, only making him press closer. Your hands get pinned above your head and he’s pulling your skirt up, bunching it at your waist. It’s rough and careless and fueled by loathing, but when is it not? “Think you’re so funny? Huh?”

“Yeah.” You breath, smirking as he slots a thigh between your legs, squeezing your hips and pressing you down against him, flexing the muscle and making you squirm.

His teeth are biting at your bottom lip and tugging, his hands dragging your clothed core along his thigh. “Let’s see how funny you think you are when I’m fucking you so hard you forget how to breathe.”

Your breath hitches and your hands previously above your head clutch onto his shirt at the friction against your clit. It’s not enough and he knows, but you don’t tell him. “All this over a silly song?” You jest.

He sneers back at you, ignoring your tease. “Did you get jealous, sunshine? Is that what happened? Is that why you decided to be a little shit?”

“Jealous?” You scoff as he attacks your neck, your hands quickly undoing his belt before he shoves his pants down, his briefs following along with your panties. “Jealous of you, maybe. That girl was hot. Way outta your lea - oh shit.”

You always forget how deep he reaches inside you, how much the stretch is. He’s not soft about it, entering you in one swift thrust, your hips connecting. His hands are dimpling your bare thighs, hefting you up so your legs wrap around his waist, rings on his fingers no doubt making imprints. The door against your back starts rattling with every movement, but the music outside was too loud for anyone to hear it.

“Not so mouthy now, are we?” He snaps in time with his hips. He can feel you tightening around him, your fingers dragging down his chest, trying desperately to pull his shirt off.

“C’mon, Mouse. That's all you got?” You pant out, a little whine leaving your lips when he leaves you suddenly, dropping you to your feet. “Mickey! What-”

He cuts you off by pushing you against the counter, a shout leaving your lip when he takes you from behind, making you surge forwards, your head almost hitting the mirror, pelvis hitting your ass with every piston of his hips. His hand is tangled in your hair and he tugs, making your head snap up. “Look at you. So fucked out. I did that. I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had and we both know it.” He isn’t wrong. Your makeup’s a mess, your hair is wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re the one who keeps fucking me.” You argue back, your spine arching as he hits that perfect spot inside you. Over and over and over.

He growls, leaning forwards to fold over you, his lips by your ear. “And who keep being a fucking brat? Huh? Who keeps coming to my gigs, fucking up my weekend? Practically begging me to fuck you.”

You scowl at him in the mirror. “I don’t beg.”

The chuckle that leaves his lips makes you shiver and you whimper when he tugs your hair harder, the sting of your scalp mixing with the pleasure his cock was giving you.

“You will. You may get everything you want from everyone else, princess, but I’m in charge here. Don’t. You. Forget.” His words are punctuated with a hard thrust, making you lurch forwards, your thighs pressing harshly against the counter.

“Oh God…Mickey,” that familiar tightness in your stomach appears, your eye clenching shut as your toes curl. “I’m so close…”

“Open your goddamn eyes. Look who’s doing this to you. Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?”

Your eyes snap open and meet his again, his breaths fanning across your face, rapidly becoming less steady. “You.”

“That’s right. You wanna cum, sunshine?” You nod vigorously. He takes your lobe between his teeth and tugs as he stills his hips, keeping himself inside you. “Then beg.”

And, just like the many times before, you do. You do because you don’t actually care about begging. You care about him ruining you. That’s what you want. And you always get what you want. Fuck your dignity. 

He starts up slowly again as you plead, stopping a couple more times when you feel yourself getting close. “Mickey! Please, for the love of God!” He’s never edged you this much. Not this intensely. And not in the bathroom at a club. Usually it’s just a quickie before you take him home or vice versa.

But you pissed him off tonight. More so than usual. It was a good night and then you came along. Took his job. Played that dumb song. So he needs to remind you. Put you in your place. “You may be spoiled by everyone else, princess, but I’m the only one who can give you what you really want.”

“God, you’re so annoying.” You grind out through your clenched teeth.

He just smirks. “That wasn’t a denial. Let go, Y/N. Make a mess of my cock. Watch yourself fall apart for me.”

You do as he says, watching your jaw go slack in a silent scream, your body tensing, your legs shaking, as he finally lets you have what you want. Body going slack against the counter, he keeps rutting into you until he groans, a string of profanities leaving his lips as he spills inside you.

The both of you stay there, with him folded on top of you, his forehead resting against the nape of your neck, his grip on your hair loosening.

“That was fun. A little different.” You hum as he gets up. He’s glaring at you as you straighten and fix yourself. “Good orgasm though, so thanks for that. But I gotta get back to work now.”

“You’re such a pain in my ass.” He mutters, tucking himself away and pulling his pants up.

“Kinky. Maybe next time.” You wink at him through the mirror and his jaw ticks. He’s so fucking tired of it. Of you. How you let him have that one bit of control and then your right back to controlling the room once you get what you want. There’s so many nights where he wonders if he should just stop giving it to you. But then he’s inside you and he can’t help himself.

He watches you touch yourself up, although you still look thoroughly fucked, but you don’t seem to mind. This is new. You going back to the gig you stole after sex. He wonders if that was the last time for tonight, or if you’d be leaving together later too.

“I fucking hate you.” He spits out as you open the door, wanting to get the last word in.

You just smirk the same way he did to you earlier. “Yeah…but you love fucking me. Later, Mouse.”

Just like always, you’re the last comment as you walk out nonchalantly, even though he could see the slight wobble in your steps, the door shutting behind you, leaving him alone.

You hate Mickey Henry. You loathe him. You wish you never met him. But you can’t get enough. No matter how many times you convince yourself you have him where you want him, you know you don’t. You’d let him do anything to you. But you can’t stop. Like him and his cigarettes. He’s your flaw. And no matter how bad he is for you, you’re addicted.

Mickey Henry hates you. He loathes you. He wishes he never met you. But he can’t get enough. No matter how many times he convinces himself he’s in control, he knows he’s not. He always gives you what you want at the end of the day. But he can’t stop. Like you and your alcohol. You’re his flaw. And no matter how bad it is for him, he’s addicted.

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