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voidpetrova · 8 months

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blindsided — mike montgomery x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, unprotected sex, roommates to lovers, college!au — smut

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synopsis: he's seen the men that came around late at night just to leave you high and dry early in the morning—he knew he could treat you better than they did.

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nestled amidst the picturesque campus of rosewood university, mike montgomery found himself in a whirlwind of experiences during his freshman year. the ivy-covered buildings, cobblestone pathways, and the autumn leaves that painted the surroundings with vibrant hues all contributed to an atmosphere of academic fervor and youthful exuberance. as he stepped into his new dorm room, a mix of excitement and apprehension gripped him. it was a spacious yet cozy space, adorned with posters of his favorite bands, a cluttered desk, and the comforting scent of freshly laundered sheets. it was his sanctuary for the next few years, but there was one thing he hadn't accounted for—a roommate.

mike's heart quickened as he opened the door and was met with the sight of you, the person he would be sharing this space with. your presence was like a ray of sunshine, and a warm smile played on your lips as you looked up from your book.

“hey, you must be mike, right?” you asked, extending a hand. he felt a rush of relief wash over him as he shook your hand. “yeah, that's me. nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” you replied with a friendly tone. “i hope we get along well.”

over the next few weeks, mike and you settled into a routine. you quickly discovered that you shared a taste in music and often spent evenings swapping playlists, dissecting lyrics, and even singing along to your favorite tunes. your laughter and easygoing nature were like a balm to mike's college jitters. however, there was something that gnawed at mike's curiosity and concern. he couldn't help but notice the parade of men who would visit your room late at night. their footsteps would echo down the hallway, their laughter mingling with your own, and then, they'd vanish by morning. mike had a sinking feeling that these relationships were casual, fleeting, and not entirely fulfilling.

one night, as mike sat at his desk, he heard the sound of yet another visitor leaving your room. he couldn't ignore it any longer. gently, he broached the subject.

“hey, i've noticed you have a lot of late-night visitors,” he began cautiously. your smile faltered for a moment, and you looked down. “yeah, i guess i do.”

mike leaned in, his voice gentle. “are you okay? it just seems like they never stay.” your eyes met his, and he saw a glimmer of vulnerability there. “i appreciate your concern, mike. but it's complicated.”

mike didn't press further, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he could offer you something more meaningful. he wanted to be the one who was there for you, the one who didn't disappear by morning, the one who could truly understand and cherish you.

as days turned into weeks and the semester progressed, he found himself falling for you, slowly but surely. your laughter, your quirks, and the way you lit up when you talked about your passions drew him in like a moth to a flame. and so, his resolve grew. mike knew he had to show you that he could be the person who treated you better than those fleeting visitors. little did he know that this journey would lead to a series of moments that would change both your lives forever.

as the weeks passed, mike and you grew closer. late-night study sessions became the norm in your dorm room. your shared love for your respective majors led to countless hours spent pouring over textbooks, scribbling notes, and debating the intricacies of your coursework.

on one particularly chilly evening, the two of you sat huddled at your desk, surrounded by textbooks and laptops. the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls. outside, the campus was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and the distant murmur of students returning from their evening classes. mike glanced up from his notes and met your gaze. “you know, it's funny,” he said with a chuckle, “i never thought i'd find studying enjoyable, but you make it fun.”

you smiled, your eyes crinkling at the corners. “likewise, mike. who would have thought college could be this much fun?”

as you continued to work, a comfortable silence settled between you. mike found himself stealing glances at you from time to time, admiring your concentration and the way your hair framed your face.

however, the serenity of the evening was shattered when a sudden commotion erupted from the neighboring dorm room. it was a voice that mike had grown all too familiar with, a voice that had interrupted countless nights of studying and sleep.

“hey, baby, you've got to try this,” came the voice of jake guzman, accompanied by a raucous laugh.

mike clenched his jaw, his knuckles whitening as he gripped his pen. he hated how thin the walls were, allowing him to hear every word, every laugh, every intimate detail of your rendezvous with jake.

you glanced at mike, concern etching across your features. “i'm sorry, mike. i know it can be annoying.” he forced a smile, though his irritation simmered beneath the surface. “no worries, it's not your fault.”

but deep down, mike seethed with jealousy and frustration. he had been there, studying with you, growing closer to you, wanting to be the one who made you laugh and shared your late nights. he knew he could treat you better, but he had to keep it together, to respect your choices and not let his emotions get the best of him. that night, as jake's laughter echoed through the walls, mike tried to focus on his studies, pushing aside the turmoil within him. little did he know that the events of this night would set in motion a series of events that would test his patience and ultimately change the course of his relationship with you.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the dorm room. you were still peacefully asleep, your breathing soft and steady, unaware of the events that had transpired during the night. meanwhile, mike had been awake for hours, his mind racing with thoughts of the previous evening. quietly, he moved about the room, the soft clinking of pots and pans the only sound breaking the morning stillness. mike was determined to make you breakfast, a small gesture to show you how much he cared, even though his heart ached with jealousy from the night before.

as the scent of freshly cooked pancakes wafted through the air, jake guzman began to stir in the neighboring room. he emerged from your shared night, rummaging for his clothes as he prepared to leave. mike clenched his fists, the memory of jake's comments and his audacity still fresh in his mind.

“last night was fun, girl's a knockout,” jake remarked with a sly grin, leaning onto the kitchen counter, testing mike's patience. “big tits, ass. you should tap that while you still can.”

mike couldn't take it anymore. his temper flared, and before he even realized what he was doing, he was in front of jake, leaving the pancake batter in the dust, his fist connecting with his newly-found opponent's jaw. jake staggered back, his surprise quickly replaced by anger.

“what the hell, man?” he spat, his hand clutching his throbbing jaw. mike's voice was low and seething with anger. “get the shit out of my dorm.”

with that, jake hastily gathered his things and left the room, nursing his bruised ego along with his bruised face. mike returned to the kitchen area, trying to calm his racing heart as he waited for you to wake up. when you finally stirred, you found mike sitting at the table, nursing his bruised fingers. concern filled your eyes as you rushed over to him. “mike, what happened? are you okay?”

he met your gaze, his expression conflicted. “i'm okay, but i couldn't stand by and let him disrespect you like that.” you sighed, realizing that he had acted out of protective instinct. gently, you began tending to his bruised fingers, your touch gentle and caring. “you didn't have to do that, mikey.”

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. “i couldn't help it. i care about you, and the way these guys keep parading here at all hours—it sucks.”

you looked down, a hint of sadness in your eyes. “mike, i appreciate what you did, but you should know,” you paused for a second. your gaze dropped for a split second, just before meeting his once more. “i act out like this because it helps me—my self-esteem. i never thought someone could want more from me.”

mike's heart ached as he listened to your confession. he reached out, lifting your chin to meet his gaze once more. “you deserve so much more, (y/n). you're incredible, and i've fallen for you, not just for one night but for so much more. i can treat you better, show you how special you are.”

tears welled up in your eyes as his words washed over you, a balm to your wounded self-esteem. you smiled, a genuine, hopeful smile that had been missing for so long. “mike, i'd like that. show me.” and in that moment, as you shared that heartfelt smile, mike knew that he was ready to prove himself, to be the one who treated you with the love and respect you truly deserved.

your eyes locked in a deep, meaningful gaze, the unspoken connection between you and mike growing stronger with each passing second. the room seemed to shrink around you as you leaned closer, drawn inexorably to each other.

finally, your lips met in a soft, tender kiss. it was a kiss filled with promises of what could be, a kiss that conveyed the depth of your feelings for each other. mike's hands gently cradled your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he deepened the kiss. the world outside ceased to exist as the kiss intensified, a passionate exchange of emotions and desires. mike's fingers traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of electric sensations in their wake. your hands found their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if you couldn't get enough of the warmth and comfort he offered.

as your lips parted for a brief moment, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. “i want to show you how much you mean to me,” mike whispered, his voice filled with a raw, unbridled passion. you nodded, your heart racing with anticipation. slowly, the two of you began to explore this new and profound connection, each touch, each caress igniting a fire that had long smoldered within you. his kisses traveled down your neck, while your hands slipped beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his chest.

“nobody's ever kissed me like that,” you admitted through the kiss, your tone ever so soft. mike's eyes were filled with sorrow, but it didn't stop the smile laced with pity from gracing his face. he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “i'm so sorry, doll.” were the only words he could muster as the shock coursed through his veins. you were an incredibly attractive girl—everything about you was attractive. he couldn't believe that nobody had the decency to treat a girl like you the way they did.

the kisses started off sweet, passionate, full of love. the feeling of mike's smooth lips upon your own sent the same chills up your spine. no matter how long you’d been around each other, the first time would always feel special. before long, the kisses became more heated. mike guided you back towards the bed, lips never leaving your own as he laid you down onto the soft mattress, tongue entering your mouth as he basked in the taste. the linger of toothpaste from your early morning routine invaded his senses, the sweetness fitting the atmosphere of the situation, a perfect descriptor for your caring personality. you pulled his face away from yours, cupping his left cheek as you nipped at his jaw, leaving love bites of your own, knowing mike would have a hard time covering them up for his classes later on. you heard the sounds of soft whines escaping his mouth, the noise suddenly becoming your favourite thing in the world. nothing else could compare to the moans of pleasure escaping his throat.

from your focus on his jaw, his hands slipped under the fabric of your oversized shirt, the warmness of his palms brushing over the coolness of your bare skin, heat rushing to the tightness in his jeans when he realized you had slept without a bra on. ever the gentleman, he had never noticed it before. parting from his jaw, you immediately pulled off the shirt, the action seeming the least sexy thing in your mind, but the utmost in mike’s.

once your top was discarded onto the floor, mike raveled in the gorgeousness of your bare breasts. your skin was stunning, breasts in front of him and your collarbone prominent, the sunlight accentuating your waist and hips. “god, doll, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he exhaled, his eyes fluttering up and down your body. in a way, he almost felt guilty for the way his eyes were glued to your naked body. you had noticed it, too.

“you feel guilty, don't you?” your voice was a hushed whisper. he hesitated for a second, but nodded, nonetheless. “you're too perfect just to be looked at.” his words made you smile, your fingers trailing up his cheek to cup it. you couldn't help yourself—his soft gaze and puffy lips.

you tugged the ends of his shirt, slightly frailed from each wash it went through, as he un-buttoned the first few buttons, enough for him to easily slide the material over his head. your eyes glistened as they took in his body. prominent ab-lines decorated his stomach, a section of dark, brown hair littering his happy trail to complete his beauty. your lips gravitated towards his chest, placing tender pecks across the centre, trailing down to his stomach, your mouth never leaving his body. his hand slid through your hair, scrunching it as he softly moaned, basking in the tenderness of your actions. and when you looked up, it was the most gorgeous sight he had ever seen. the golden hue of the sunlight burned against the gradient of your face, eyes flickering in the honey dew light. in his eyes, you were perfection.

you had retracted in order for him to take his belt off and discard the jeans that were stopping him from going any further. as he did so, you were working on your shorts, pulling them down as well. the entire time, he couldn't peel his eyes off you. “my gorgeous girl,” the words that he had been biting back all these months, finally made an escape—and they brought the happiest smile to your face.

“legs up for me,” he soothingly said, you complying as he pulled your panties off, your glistening cunt now on full display.

“holy shit,” mike muttered, pulling you slightly down towards him as he wrapped his arms around your thighs. he took a finger, sliding it through your soaked folds, lifting it to his mouth and sucking off the juices he collected. he hummed in content, staring you dead in the eye and quietly saying, “i better have a better taste.”

you whined at his words, at how gentle he was with you. you tugged at his soft locks as he nuzzled against your sopping pussy, inhaling deeply and pressing the rough flat of his tongue against your clit. “mikey, please,” he didn't know what made him groan—your tone, the way you tasted—whatever it was, he wanted more of it. if you had to compare mike to your previous hook-ups, he definitely came out on top, despite not being as experienced as you were. from the feeling of his mouth sucking and licking on your clit, to the way he was purposely squeezing your thighs, desperate to leave a mark, you could've easily deciphered that he was an expert at eating pussy.

when he looked up at you, you nearly came all over his face. your juices had finely coated his chin, slick running down his lips and sweat sticking to his hair, gluing it to his forehead. he smiled contently, lost in something he had dreamed of doing ages ago. “feel good, sweetheart?” you nodded in response, pussy tingling at his husky voice. “feels too good, mikey.” it only got better from there.

he leaned upwards, his body too desperate to take the restraints any longer as he discarded of his tight boxers, his lengthy, girthy cock dripping with pre-cum, aching to be used. you were about to sit up, reaching out as mike placed his hand on your chest, silencing you with yet another kiss. “just rest, doll. i've got you.” he murmured softly. carefully, he nestled his dick up and down your slick folds, collecting your juices, before sliding in, both of you basking in pleasure through whines and moans. his eyebrows furrowed together as he hissed, gripping onto your waist as his mouth hung wide, “fuck, you feel so good, doll.”

he was in heaven, your walls swallowing his cock whole. it was something he never could have anticipated, the feeling overwhelming. the sight of you was all too much for him to handle. one of his hands slid down your waist, his fingers intertwining with yours—a gesture that nearly brought tears to your eyes and made your heart melt.

mike pulled all the way out, before slamming back in, worrying slightly about the harshness of his thrust. he quickly built up a fast and hard steady pace, the room warming up from the heated energy of your pleasure. between kisses and hand-holding, he grunted into your ear, his toned arms wrapped around the back of your head, cradling you towards his chest. you couldn't help but dig your fingertips down his back with your free hand, leaving light scratches that only you and him would know about.

although his pace was deep and hard, there was so much love in every motion he made. after spending so long pining after you ever since he had met you, there you were, in his arms, becoming intertwined with his body. the sound of your bodies slapping together proved the absolute tenderness of love he was giving to you. when he changed the angle of his hips, you felt a sensation like no other, something your body had never experienced before. you wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him even deeper into you, mike feeling the warm fanning of your breath delicately against his shoulder. the new angle allowed for his balls to harshly graze across your sopping cunt, the intensity increasing by the second.

you let out a whine into his neck, tears beginning to stream your cheeks as your hair stuck to your forehead. you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, fists scrunched up in a ball as you let go, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, legs shaking against the back of his waist. mike continued to plow into you through your release, your cunt gripping him securely as his pace begins to falter.

when he came, he did it as loudly as you did, whimpering as you milked his dick for all it was worth. the sounds made you clench around his dick even harder, fueling the fire that had been ignited. you had completely sucked him dry, and he was the first person to ever give you an orgasm.

the things you had been used to after sex ranged from no calls the day after and no further comments nor conversations from the other party. this time, it was different. mike was next to you for a few minutes, holding you as his fingertips traced your hand, the outlines on his palm. his other hand played with your hair, stroking the ends comfortingly before he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you, (y/n). i really do.” you smiled at his words. for a few minutes, you were quiet, the air thick with tension. mike had gotten himself back on his feet, tugging his shorts up his hips before walking into the kitchen. when he came back, he was back with a glass of water and a cloth to clean you up with. your gaze softened, when you had realized that he wasn't going to leave. he was going to stay.

“i love you, too, mikey.”

#pll #pretty little liars #mike montgomery x reader #mike montgomery smut #mike montgomery angst #mike montgomery #aria montgomery #spencer hastings #allison dilaurentis #hanna marin #emily fields

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blueopinions49 · 7 months

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Healthy/Unhealthy Type 2

Healthy Social 2

Sue Storm (2w1 so/sx)- While id say Ben is closer to the heart of F4 id say sue is the soul of the group. Her view on humanity is formed based on how we all owe something to the other and need to progress and form community.

Kiki Takayama (2w1 so/sp)- Her main struggle in the story is how she is defined in relation to others and what acts of service can she provide to make life better for them. She goes through a bit of crisis mid way in the film and eventually returns to her center at the end.

Clark Kent 2w1 (so/sx)- Similar to Kiki his struggle on he is in relation to others might affect him a bit however, in his better written comics we see a superman who embraces his place as a protect of earth and balances both of his identities.

Unhealthy Social 2

Makima 2w1 so/sx- Her view of humans as pets and need to be loved comes from a place of wanting to emulate love. However Makima is a great example of 2 who has complete moved to 5 completely. Seeing love and good as a need to control others.

Harmony Cobel 2w1 so/sp- Power over other in the form of control and manipulation. Being fully on board with the severance program believing that it's what's best for others.

Allison Dilaruntis 2w3 so/sx- She's an emotional terrorist...yeah. Great example of a 2 disintegrating to 8 and becoming comfortable in manipulating others and using them in order for what's good for the group (the liars). Basically ruling over the town using blackmail and straight up violence when needed.

Healthy Self Preservation 2

-Fiona Gallagher (2w3 sp/sx)- While debatable if she is healthy or not her desire to protect herself and her family form all the threats on the outside world. She rejects the need of E2 to take care of others and Instead craves being taken care of.

-Cher Horowitz (2w3 sp/so)- To others she might come off as ditsy and rude however Cher exemplifies an odd and immature type of care. As the movie goes on we see a Cher who actually starts learning to accept and take care of others outside her narrow perspective.

-Alice Cullen (2w1 sp/so)- Her upbringing makes her wanting to be taken care of by Casper. Usually she reserves her caring nature to those around her and herself. However she always does extend an olive branch when it comes to helping others.

Unhealthy Self Preservation 2

-Amma Crellin (2w3 sp/sx) -A compete rejection of giving as a whole. Her desire to be taken care by someone makes her commit horrible acts and letting herself be hurt. Her frustration with her environment ends up fueling her with rage and resentment.

-Cassie Howard (2w1 sp/sx) - While I thought she was an SX type at first if we pay attention to Cass we can actually see that she is an SP type. One of the things we see of Cassie is that she will not be alone and if her emotional meets aren't met at the moment she will go out of her way to correct them even if it means bad choices.

-Elena Gilbert (2w1 sp/so)- Yeah we have beef...anyways...Her need to preserve herself and those around her can come off at the cost of EVERY other person who she doesn't know. Sometimes being incredibly hypocritical and rude.

Healthy Sexual 2

-Gloria Delgado-Prichette (2w3 sx/so)- The need to be completed by being loved isn't really her main concern. She has fully integrated to her 8 and become a pilar I her family were others can come for advice and wisdom.

-Sakura Haruno (2w1 sx/so)- Her health levels are very subjective due to the fact that her whole development is centered around Sasuke and well you guys know the rest. However id argue she leans more ti healthy due to her eventually detaching her desires from him and developing into her self.

-Rebekah Mikaelson (2w3 sx/sp)- The most 8 looking enneagram two in this post and we adore her for it. Rebekah has been emotionally neglected by her family allot and her only desire in this lifetime is to have a child and regain her humanity. And. by the end of the show we see a fully realized Rebekah with a family, happy and stable.

Unhealthy Sexual 2

-Maria (2w3 sx/sp)- Her only purpose in existence is to be attached to James and being a subconscious part of him. She is forever stuck in that place never truly getting to attach to someone who will value her and love her.

-Wendy (2w3 sx/so)- Fear of not being love by Jennifer makes her insecurities take over and eventually using the red crayon society against her. Even when she is exiled she returns to the rose garden orphanage to commit her last mistake. Most of her wrong doings come from an immature mind and lack of understanding of consequences.

-The Other Mother (2w1 sx/sp)- A craving for others to not join her in the limited space her makes her violent and angry. Also she eats children

P.S I should've used Annie Wilks for unhealthy SX2...

P.S part 2 I should've been more serious in some parts but I haven't posted in an official post in a while and college has been hell the last few weeks.

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