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faghubby · 2 years

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THE END OF A LIFE

My name is Paul this is the story of how my life changed forever. I arrived home from work to find a plumbing van in the driveway. What was it now I thought. It seemed every week something else broke or happened around here. It was putting a strain on our savings. I parked on the street and headed to the kitchen door. As I went to open it I saw Julia my wife of sixteen years kneeling on the kitchen floor sucking the plumbers cock. I didn't bust in I just peeked thru the glass. As Julia deepthroated his big cock. I was amazed she could when I saw the size of it. He must be double my size I thought. I didn't watch long before I saw him cum. Julia swallowed every drop. I quickly stepped back to my car. As the plumber came out. I pretended I had just arrived. I nodded a hello to him and went inside. Julia was still in the kitchen.

"Why was the plumber here?" I asked. Julia pointed to the new faucet as she drank a glass of wine.

"The handle broke off the old one" She said showing me the broken faucet. I was so turned on from watching Julia and the plumber that I came up behind her and pressed my hard cock against her ass.

"Stop it, Kim is right upstairs" she told me pushing me back. Kim our fifteen year old daughter. Julia had serviced the plumber with our daughter just a few feet away I thought. It was no secret that Julia controlled the house. I had tried to set rules for Kim about makeup and dating years ago. But Julia had over ruled me and allowed Kim a great deal of freedom. She had even allowed her to spend the night with her boyfriend for her birthday.

"It's not like she doesn't know" I told her

"What does that mean? What you think your daughter a slut?" Julia said crossly..

"No, I didn't say that" I said flustered at the change

"How much was the plumber?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Don't worry I got a good deal" she told me. I bet she did I thought to myself. Just then Kim came down stairs. She wore black yoga shorts and a belly shirt. Her yellow thong pulled up high exposing her whale tail.

"Kim your not going out wearing that are you? I can see your damn underwear." I told her.

"OH MY GOD, DAD YOUR SO EMBARRASSING " she yelled and stormed off.

"Why would you embarrasse her like that" Julia shoot at me.

"I mean she is only 15" I responded.

"All the more reason to keep your mouth shut" she told me. I heard Kim slam the front door as she stormed off.

"Now if you need to use that mouth of yours" Julia said dropping her shorts and underwear in one motion. She hopped on the counter.

"Don't expect a return either" she told me as she pulled me to her. I dropped and liked her wet pussy. As I did

"I saw you peeking in the window" Julia told me. I tried to answer but she held my head tight between her thighs.

"You liked watching" she continued.

"Maybe next time you can watch him fuck me" she cooed as she moaned from my tounge. She came and released me. I stood thinking I could fuck her now.

"Don't even take that out" she told me. "You didn't even bust in here and try and stop me from sucking his cock, why would I want your little thing" she told me.

"Would you like it if I took a lover, so you wouldn't have to worry about not satisfying me in bed?" Julia asked. "It wouldn't be the first time now would it?" She continued. Years ago she had an affair with one of her Co workers. I found out after she had ended it. I was throbbing in my pants.

"I just need more, I mean my daughter is getting bigger cock then I am" she informed me.

"How do you know" I started.

"The bulge in his shorts in obvious" Julia told me.

"So I am going to take a lover, and Cuckold you. If you behave maybe I will help you cum as well" she told me. I just nodded my head in understanding. Julia kissed me deeply her tounge darting in and out.

"Do you like kissing me after I sucked his cock?' She asked. I just nodded. Julia picked up her phone and texted someone. She then showed me her message. It was to the plumber.

/Need your cock inside me. When can you come back?/

"Everytime you use that faucet you can think about how I paid for it" Julia told me. "Why don't you do some dishes" she smiled and walked away. That night as we got ready for bed I tried to innate sex with her.

"Stop, that's not yours anymore" she told me as I rubbed against her ass in her satin nightie. Then as if she changed her mind she sat up and removed her nightie. Handing it to me.

"Use it to jerk off" she smiled. As she sat in just her panties. I took her nightie and pulled down my boxers and did just that. I came very quick in under a minute.

"All better" she laughed tossing her nightie into a hamper. She rolled over and went to sleep.

I don't know if it was my imagination, or if Julia was purposely teasing me over the next few days. I spent alot of time fantasing about Julia with the plumber. But also her boss, the neighbor even with friends of ours. I jerked off everyday. While Julia never said another word about it.

Until the next week. When I came home from, work again to see the plumber's van in the driveway again. I instantly got hard. I parked on the street and quietly went inside. Kim was sitting on the couch.

"Hey, Dad. Mom is busy upstairs with the plumber" she laughed. What the hell my daughter knew my wife was having an affair and thought it funny. I ignored her and went upstairs. I entered the bedroom to see my wife bent over the bed as the plumber drove his cock into her.

"Don't you knock?" Julia yelled "Get out" I closed the door but stood listening at the door. I so wanted to jerk off. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go back downstairs and face my daughter. I heard Julia and the plumber cum. I hid in the hall closet when I heard the plumber getting ready to leave.

"Paul!" Julia called out. I came out of the closet to her standing in the hall naked. Cum running down her thigh.

"OH sweety come out of the closet" Julia laughed. Taking my hand she led me into the bedroom.

"I know you been playing with yourself alot" Julia told me. "I don't think I want you doing that anymore, well not without me there." She told me. As she sat there naked I kept staring between her legs.

"Would you like to?" Julia smiled. I looked up at her but just stared at her tits.

She kissed me.

"Can you taste his cock?' She asked. I didn't respond. Julia spread her legs.

"I would like you to kiss me here" she said her finger sliding into her gapped pussy. "Will you do that?" I just sat there. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards her crotch.

"Lick me, make me cum with your tounge" Julia told me. I don't know why but I did. The taste was salty. But the slimy texture was kinda gross. Julia held me there till she was satisfied I had gotten all of his cum.

"Such a good boy" Julia told me. She then recovered my shirt and used it wipe my face. She then had me stand and removed my pants and underwear. She reached on the floor and picked up her panties. She wrapped them around my cock. She slowly used them to jerk me off.

"This is how I think you should cum from now on" Julia told me. She stopped.

"Go ahead" she told me. I reached down and started jerking off. Julia got up and went over to her dresser as I did. She came back with another pair of panties. I was trying to prolong this. But I came in her panties.

"Wear these today, and I will let you cum again later" she told me. I let her put the thong on me. She pulled it up high driving into my ass. I went to fix them but she pushed my hand away.

"Leave it" she told me. She then let me get dressed.

"Your my little Cuckold now" she told me. "I am going to let men with real cocks fuck me. You will get to clean me and if you do good I will let you play with your little dickie" Julia told me. She then threw on some sweats and led me downstairs. She lifted my shirt as Kim saw us.

"Your not going out with your panties showing are you" Kim laughed at me. I couldn't even look at my own daughter. I just sat and listened as Kim and Julia talked about how cute the plumber was. I tried to leave

"Sit right there" Julia told me. So I sat and listened. As they set up a Tinder account for Julia. As they made dinner. I was made to wash the dishes after we ate.

"Here, don't want you getting your panties wet" Julia told me wrapping a apron around me. Her hand cupping my cock.

"You like this don't you?" She giggled in my ear. When I finished she led me back upstairs.

"Do you like your panties?" She asked as she undressed me.

"I think we should get you your own" she continued. "You would like that wouldn't you" she rubbed me thru the panties. She led me to the bathroom. She drew me a bath and had me soak then shaved off all my public hair.

"Men have hair around their cocks, but your not a man like that are you?" She told me. She kept shaving removing my body hair working my way down my legs. The more she did the more aroused I became. She asked at every point if she should keep going. I kept saying yes.

"I promised you could cum again. But I don't think you should" Julia told me. She then had me put my thong back on. And took me to bed. She had me stand and slowly undress her again. Kissing and caressing her as I did.

"I will have take real men as lovers, you will be my soft sissy lover. Men will use me, take what they want. You will be my caring gentile lover. Because of that you will never enter me again." Julia told me. She laid back and pulled me to her pussy. I licked and sucked her clit.

"That's a good boy, lick my ass as well" she said lifting her ass higher so I could.

"I expect breakfast in bed tomarrow" she told me after I had made her cum. She spooned me as we drifted off to sleep. I woke early my cock throbbing. I got up and threw on some clothes and went to make breakfast. I made breakfast for both her and Kim. I woke Kim who ignored me and rolled over. I bought breakfast to Julia. She had me sit with her as she ate.

"You will be good and do as your told won't you" she smiled I just nodded. I went to rouse Kim again. As Julia showered. Julia had me shower after. Then use her lotion on my newly shaved body.

She gave me a pair of pink lace panties to wear. I then wore my normal clothes.

"I am taking your father panty shopping, would you like to come?" Julia asked Kim.

"No, it's so embarrassing" Kim told her. "Maybe if we made him up first" Kim continued

"Maybe someday" Julia smiled. In the car I bought it up

"Julia you didn't mean it about someday making me wear makeup, did you?" I asked

"Why? Would you like to do it now" she asked

"No, that's not what I meant" I stuttered. She patted my erection.

In the store she asked what I liked. But more like she was asking what I wanted her to wear for me. Although a bit nervous about it all it made it alot easier and exciting. The sales girl said nothing about the sizes. As we checked out.

"You bought so many" I said in the car.

"Well I expect you to wear only panties from now on. And I bought you some sets because you can't separate a set. Then I got some sexy things to wear for my dates" she informed me.

When I got home I put everything away. Julia had me throw away all my boy underwear. Kim was painting her nails when I finished she stopped and insisted on painting mine. Both my toes and fingers where now hot pink. Julia helped me remove it from my fingers. But left my toes. For two weeks I wore panties even to work. And orally pleased Julia as she wished. Allowed to masterbate only once a week after I watched Julia use her vibrator. But then on a Friday she told me she had a date. I watched as she got ready.

"No, playing with yourself. I don't need to get you a babysitter do I?" She asked. She had me wear a bra for the first time. Part of a set she had bought me. The set Julia wore was very similar.

"As he fucks me you can think of him fucking you" Julia told me.

"What? I don't want" I stuttered. She just shhhed me. She slid on a black form hugging dress. That barely covered her ass.

"Bend over" Julia told me. Holding up a butt plug.

"Can we talk about this" I cried. She just motioned for me to turn around. I did as she said. She pulled my panties down alittle and applied cold lube to my ass. Pushing her finger in.

"Don't worry it's not even as big as your tiny pee pee." She worked the toy in.

"Leave it there till I return" she informed me. She then left. I tried to think of anything other then the plug in my ass or Julia getting fucked. I eventually gave in and jerked off. And fell asleep. Julia woke me climbing on top of me lowering herself to my mouth. I licked what was a massive load of cum from her, it gagged me at one point. Julia released I was not hard and that I had jerked off.

"I am going to lock you in chastity' She told me. As she had me roll over she removed the plug. And fucked me with her vibrator.

"Such a bad boy, I will make it so this is how you cum from now on" she told me. She left the toy sticking out of my ass.

"Did you like his cum. He hadn't had a woman in months. So he was a bit backed up." She told me. She then removed the toy and had me put on a satin nightie to sleep in. I was still wearing it in the morning. When Julia pushed a bigger plug in my ass.

"Now go make breakfast" handing me her silk robe. Kim laughed uncontrollable when she saw me.

"Daddy was a bad girl" Julia told her. "I need you tomwatch her today, I am meeting someone for lunch" she told her. After she left Kim took pics and threatened to post them on the internet unless I did what she said. She went and picked out a dress and stockings for me to wear. Then styled my hair and applied makeup. By the time she was satisfied with the way I looked Julia returned and took me to our bedroom. Again I ate her lovers cum from her pussy.

"I see I didn't realize how jealous you where that men where fucking me and not you" she told me. But now that I see you all dressed up like this I will find you a cock to suck and fuck as well. She giggled pushing on the plug.

THat was the end of my old life and the beginning of my new one

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wardenred · 8 months

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Sapphic September 17: Magnetic

More Post-Final Girls backstory, high school edition.

"I don't see why someone like you insists on following Julia around."

Flo glances over at Meline in the high school bathroom mirror. The smaller girl has a friendly smile on her face, because she always likes to be prepared in case someone walks in, but her dark eyes might as well be iced over.

"I don't see how this is any of your business," Flo says, trying to mirror that chill. She slides the heel of her palm over the faucet to make the water hotter. "Also, she prefers Jules."

"I would expect you to be hanging out with the rabble and the troublemakers like yourself," Meline muses, like she hasn't heard a word. "The kind who are only here for a term or two until everyone's patience runs out, but at least I suppose they have fun." She spits the last word out like it's made of lemon. "Instead, you've latched yourself on the goody two-shoes who bores even the other top students. What's your game?"

Flo rolls her eyes. "Are you questioning me, or yourself? Because you're doing the same. Always showing up wherever Jules is, always trying to one-up her into noticing you."

"I don't have to get her to notice me." Meline turns to face her, crosses her arms. She must have forgotten her hands are still wet. Water's dripping on her uniform shirt. "She's already very much aware of my existence."

"Yeah, yeah. She even speaks to you kindly no matter how much of a bitch you are, and you can't get enough, it's magnetic. So you find someone who's on the same drug and try to belittle them because it makes you feel like you're not the same. Well, guess what? I'm not ashamed of needing kindness, but you won't get any from me."

Mel's smile wavers.

#warden's random scribbles #sapphic september 2023 #sapphicsept2023 #original fiction #flash fiction #snippet #writeblr #writblr #writers on tumblr #my writing #post final girls

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lostboys-fangposting · 10 months

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moodboard for julia's guest room at the volturi's castle, appearing first in chapter 16 of tuebor

photo 1: the left wall

the wardrobe, vanity chair, and vanity (i imagine it designed like the one on the left but painted like the one on the right)

photo 2: center wall, opposite of the entry

nightstand + nightstand detail, headboard detail, four poster bed with curtains, and bedding

photo 3: center wall, from which you would enter and the living area is in front of

fireplace detail – the marble's coloring, the fireplace, the fireplace mantle, the three armchairs, and the coffee table

photo 4: the en suite bathroom

clockwise: sink, sink faucet, entry, bathtub, bathtub faucet

photo 5: misc details

left hand side (clockwise): the rosewood floors, rug, sandstone brick walls, and chandelier

center: the color palette of the room

right hand side (clockwise): interior window detail – what i imagine the design of the iron and glass to look like, exterior window detail – what i imagine the windows to look like from outside the castle, curtains on the windows, detail – curtain tieback

also to be noted: there are actually two windows in the guest room, both on the same wall. as i mentioned in chapter 16, the first of which is above the desk (left hand side as you walk in), but there is another one located in the bathroom (so the far right hand side)

(for notes on the volturi's castle itself, check under 'read more')

also to note, i know smeyer has it canon that the volturi live in palazzo dei priori, but that doesn't make any sense to me. it's a 3 floor, "communal" building, established in the 13th century CE. i'm retconning her failure to research – instead, that is still where edweird threw his tantrum, but the actual volturi hideout is located in the same place as the nearby palazzo incontri viti, just a short vamp walk away through the sewers... they still own the clock tower and palazzo, but the italian government secretly rents it from them in my fics, so the volturi do not occupy it. in my mind the building is bigger, so the shops on the sides of it don't exist. like the irl palazzo viti, it is still also a museum, which is run by heidi, aro, and caius, which is on the ground level (this is not the same thing as the private gallery felix takes julia on a tour of). part of the ground level, of course, is only accessible through heidi's special guided tours, if you're human and not the secretary. this is because the fake throne room/feeding room, real throne room, reception area, elevator, access to the underground floors, museum and museum bathrooms, the astronomy/observatory tower, queens' tower, watchtower, gardens, great hall/ballroom, the garage, and what i like to refer to as the "sun room" are all accessible on that floor. my palazzo viti, of course, to make up for it being bigger, is going to look different, which is why i described it in much more detail this chapter than i normally describe things. i'm hoping to have an actual floor plan made, too.

also, not all the volturi live there. most members are assigned to various strongholds across the globe, which i will elaborate on eventually.

additionally, i'm locking into archeological sites in volterra, trying to find where i want to put the original volturi fortress that the kings would've established in the 6th century BCE when they established volterra. palazzo viti is just their current residence. i'll update y'all when i've got it figured out.

i hope you guys enjoy all the work i put into this. i did a lot of research of the natural flora and fauna of tuscany, the rock that is found there and therefore likely to be used for buildings, research in what volterra is actually like, etc.

#felix volturi x oc #twilight fanfiction #tuebor fic #tlb.fangposting

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windowsandfeelings · 2 years

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🤡, 🎃, 🎯, 🤩?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I really love both of these:

“I’ve been weird? Thanks so much.”

“Yeah,” he says, stepping around her to take a dripping plate out of her hands, “weird. You’ve washed this dish four times.”

“There’s something stuck on it that won’t come off.”

“Okay, Lady M.” He places the plate in the drying rack and turns off the faucet. “You wanna tell me what’s really going on?”

and

“God!” Rory yells, jumping up again. “I’m a flight risk! I’m a runaway bride! I’m—I’m Julia Roberts!”

“You’re not Julia Roberts, babe. Julia Roberts kept saying yes when men proposed to her. She didn’t run away until later.”

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

Not really intentionally, but Thanksgiving and Christmas just seem to show up in my fics. Thanksgiving is in All the Lights... and November 24, 2016, and Christmas is in The River in Egypt (as is NYE) and Met You at the Right Time. IDK if I have a particular favorite of these, although I do really love the Christmas chapter of MYatRT. (Thanksgiving is easier to write, though, because I don't have to come up with gifts for the characters to give each other.)

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

Hmm...I think someone figured out the proposal thing in MYatRT. (maybe @stellaluna33?)

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

For Gilmore Girls I always default to writing Rory, and writing inside her head, but it's fun to write for Jess. And Lorelai, but until recently I was always too intimidated to try.

Other fandoms...I mean Blair Waldorf is a blast because she's mean. I haven't gotten very far writing Nancy Drew fic, but all of those characters are fun, too. They're distinctive.

#writing meme

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danneelgrauls · 9 months

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San Diego Dining Kitchen Inspiration for a large u-shaped medium tone wood floor eat-in kitchen remodel with a farmhouse sink, shaker cabinets, black cabinets, marble countertops, white backsplash, subway tile backsplash, stainless steel appliances and an island

#waterworks #brickworks #black kitchen cabinetry #waterworks julia #brass faucet #historic preservation #julia faucet

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heartsdefine · 4 months

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What about becoming a goddess that scared Julia before she was at full power?

losing her humanity, for sure. she experiences it briefly at the end of season 3, while she's so goddess-brained she almost doesn't go to help her friends, and she never wants to feel that disconnected from them (or from the world) ever again.

this is why, after her powers return to her at the end of s5, julia puts a kind of stopper on the vast majority of it. almost like she's put a faucet on her power that she can turn on and off, accessing more of that power if she needs to but generally subsisting on a smaller supply of magic in her day-to-day life.

she is still heinously powerful in the everyday, a lot more powerful than a master magician even, but she's not the constant font of infinite magic she could be if she gave herself entirely over to goddesshood.

#letters.#re; julia wicker. ( the girl who became goddess )#hc; julia.

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thoughtsonheartbreak · 1 year

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This Was Written Two Months Ago

What do you do when you think the person who just broke up with you was the love of your life? I’m twenty three. He was (is?) my first love. There’s a huge part of me that thinks this is all naïveté - I don’t know any better. There’s a huge part of me that HOPES it’s all naïveté. If it’s not, and the truth is as I have suspected all along both in our relationship and in our breakup, then I am facing a much scarier fact to come to terms with.

The best way to describe myself right now is haunted. I’m haunted by the ghost of him and the ghost of who I was with him. I’m haunted by the precise way he left me and the way I exist currently in a state of nothing. I know nothing. Everything I thought about our relationship, our love, about him seems to account for nothing. He was there, I felt that he was close enough to live inside my own skin at times, and in the span of ten minutes he was gone.

I saw myself in the protagonist’s first partner in “Worst Person in the World”. The shock in his eyes when Julia says that it’s over, the tenderness in the way he says “Are you okay? This doesn’t sound like you. I know you’re in a crisis but if you love me we can work anything out. This doesn’t make sense”, his shock yet total ability to be left in the blink of an eye… I saw myself and I didn’t like what I saw.

The same person mentions later, as he is on his deathbed, that he spent so much of the relationship worrying about what could happen that the things that ended up happening weren’t even what he worried about.

I think I worried so much about Jared leaving me that I started to forget how to love him. So much so that I didn’t even put up a fight when I lost him. I have so much fight in me now - there are times I have to physically restrain myself from calling him. I found a note when unpacking that read “Loving you is my greatest pleasure of life” and I nearly fainted. The things I would do to get him back are endless… yet nothing. Because how do you get someone back who ended it like that?

I did shrooms last weekend and all I could journal about was how at peace I felt on a couch in the middle of the night. I wrote “It’s like feeling at home right now feels like an unsafe thing to feel. Being in a warm bed, the very thing that represents home, I cannot stand it. The thought of writhing around a bed when so many are snuggled up safe in their calming cocoons like I’m faking it, like there is nothing more lonely to me in the world than the thought of being in a bed without him. Every night that I spend without him in bed, in what used to feel like paradise on earth next to him, makes me feel like a traitor in my own bed”.

I wrote that “ I realized how much I cared about him much too late. In fact - care seems like the loneliest word in the world compared to what could really encompass the raw human depth of what I felt for him”.

All of this and more poured out of me like a monsoon. It was endless and encompassing. At one point I went outside in the freezing cold to look at the stars and just hope that wherever he was in the world he was looking at the sky and thinking of me too. The moment I realized I might lose him, back in September, I realized how much I wanted my future to be in Colorado and how much I wanted to do long distance with him. There was no space to share that with him. The decision was made, loose ends were tied up, and I was left in his wake picking up the pieces. Is this dramatic? Is this too much? Or did I just lose the love of my life?

The protagonists in the movie also say “I think I remember things about you that you forget”. I’ve never heard a line that so fully encompassed the vast space that I held inside of myself for him. At times I felt like I knew him better than himself - until I didn’t in one moment. When he became unrecognizable and shut me off like a faucet. There were only two settings - on and off. In an unrecognizable checkmate move the setting became off - I was left in complete solitude.

I keep shocking myself with how I’m moving forward. I wake up and choose joy and make memories still and take care of myself and lean on my support network. But every night I return to my ill-fated bed where I feel like a stranger in my own skin. I long to just sleep on the couch. The tears flow every night because of the ache inside me for how much I miss him. It’s a longing that comes deep within. I didn’t know I was capable of such depth of feeling - yet of course I did because that’s what I felt for him. Still do feel from him. I’ll conclude with a final quote from the movie.

“I don’t want to be a memory for you. I don’t want to be a voice in your head… I want to live in my flat with you … you were the most important relationship in my life. You don’t have to say anything, I know it’s not the same for you.”

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academiasgolden · 2 years

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hxneyandespressx · 3 years

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since we’re alone, you can show me your heart

summary: what happens when derek gets a nightmare? the only one who can calm him down is his pretty boy

pairing: spencer reid x derek morgan (moreid)

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: mentions of gun and shooting

a/n: set after criminal minds season 11 episode 11 entropy

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Spencer ran frantically around his dark and messy apartment, picking up the case files and Chinese takeout boxes that had piled up on his antique coffee table. Few peanut oil stains stuck onto the wooden top. The anxious man took the nearest napkin, hoping that it was clean, and tried his best to wipe off the oil stains. Seeing that they wouldn’t come off, Spencer exasperatedly dropped the napkin onto the table and rushed over to his kitchen, grabbing the necessary cleaning supplies. He got his bottle of white vinegar and water, a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and an old rag underneath the kitchen sink.

By the time Spencer was done, every room in his apartment was clean to his standard. Not a book out of place, no dust lingering in the air. Spencer felt both scared and excited about having his co-workers come over to his place. He never had them over until today. He felt scared if a game, like truth or dare, made him confess his true feelings about his boyfriend.

Derek and Spencer had worked with each other for a long time. As the years went by, experiencing the highs and lows of being FBI agents together, the two of them felt their hearts yearn for each other, but neither of them acted upon it. They were scared of the possibility of rejection, tarnishing their friendship. It was not until Derek decided to break the ice and asked out Spencer. The young man was delighted to have his crush ask him out. It was the one thing that went right in his life.

Three months in and either of them hasn’t said “I love you” yet. Either of them was scared to frighten off the other. Saying “I love you” was a big commitment. They were trying to take things slow, not to rush each other, even though they had known each other for a long time.

The gang was heading over to Spencer’s for a little sleepover to relax as they hadn’t received any new cases within the past 2 weeks. It was nice to have a break from all the traveling and dealing with unsubs; however, it does get boring doing paperwork and in-office consultations for hours.

Spencer’s phone pinged multiple times and a bunch of text notifications came.

Hotch: Sorry, can’t make it. I couldn’t find a babysitter for Jack and Jessica is busy at work tonight. Maybe next time.

Tara: going out on the town with the ladies!

Penelope: sorry spencer but jj tara and i are having a ladies night :(

JJ: sorry spence! perhaps next time!

Rossi: Sorry kid. Forgot to tell you that I’m driving up to Montauk to visit a buddy of mine.

Spencer sighed and felt defeated. Everyone bailed on him at the last minute. Everyone except for Derek. That was fine with Spencer, as this could be a date night for them. Just then, the doorbell rang, indicating someone had arrived. Having a small smile on his face, Spencer scurried to the front door and opened it. It revealed one handsome Derek Morgan, who was holding a large pizza in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other.

“I saw in the group chat that everyone else bailed on this.” Derek said.

“Yeah but this could be a date night for us.” Spencer smiled at his little proposition. Derek smiled, showing off his brilliant pearly whites, as he entered the apartment.

The couple spent their night-in watching movies, eating pizza, and Spencer going off tangents on his passions. Whenever Spencer starts to rant about one of his passions, Derek just stared at his little genius and smiled at how happy his boyfriend was. And that continued all night long, Derek listening to Spencer talk about 19th-century British literature, coupled with watching random movies of various genres.

Nearing 1 am, the couple laid on the couch, with Spencer in Derek’s arms. The tv was playing Julie & Julia in the background. Spencer was half asleep and noticed that Derek was sleeping already. He gently wiggled out of Derek’s arms and stood up from the couch, scratching his scalp and messing up his already messy curly hair.

“Hey. Let’s go to bed.” Spencer softly said, patting his boyfriend’s shoulder. Derek woke up, feeling groggy. Spencer led the way to his room, holding Derek’s hand. They both flopped onto the bed and Derek wrapped an arm around Spencer’s waist. They were used to sharing a room together, even a bed due to mistakes occurring at the hotels they stayed at when they were on cases. Sleep washed over them as the golden dust of the Sandman worked its magic.

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Standing across from Derek were Spencer and Cat Adams. The hitwoman had a gun pointed at one scared Spencer Reid. Internally, Derek was screaming. On the outside, he kept his cool and calm composure.

“Morgan, get out.” Spencer demanded.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Derek said, his voice shaking a little.

“Hm… I guess we’re back where we started. You and me with a gun.” Cat said without a care in the world, keeping the gun aimed at Spencer.

“Reid, it’s time.”

“No.”

“We don’t have a choice. We have to do it,” Derek said. Spencer kept shaking his head no. “We found your father.” the unsub stood there in shock for a few seconds, before rage set inside of her.

“You’re lying. I don’t like men who lie. You men are all the same.” Cat said as she gauged the trigger on her gun. She shot Spencer in the head and without hesitation, Derek started to shoot at the unsub. Derek ran over to Spencer and held his dying love in his arms. He tried to keep him alive until the paramedics came. The last words Derek said was “I love you” before his boy wonder went limp.

Derek woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He heard himself breathing heavily and felt anxious from the nightmare he just had. The frightened man groggily rubbed his eyes to get rid of the Sandman’s dust. Leaning his back against the headboard, Derek stared at the wall across from him, concentrating his eyes on one spot. He hoped that this technique would help him fall back asleep. Alas, he was shaken up from the nightmare.

The dazed man anxiously searched for his phone, wondering how much time has passed. Fumbling through the grey sheets and trying not to wake up Spencer, Derek found his phone, turning on the touchscreen, the blue screen lit up brightly. 3:20 am. Derek took a deep breath and sighed, leaning his head back onto the headboard and looked over to see his baby-faced boyfriend fast asleep. A soft smile appeared on Derek’s face, reminding him of his reality: Spencer being his angel.

Feeling restless, Derek pushed the comforter off of himself and quietly got off of the bed. He opened the bedroom door and went to the bathroom that was down the hall. His hands turned on the faucet and cupped together to gather the running water. Derek splashed cold water onto his face, making him more alert and awake. His eyes caught the sight of his face in the mirror. Smile lines decorated his face, which contrasted the dark circles forming underneath his eyes. Derek sighed and made his way towards the kitchen.

Derek has come over to Spencer’s place many times before, so much so he knows the way around like the back of his hand. With ease, his muscular hand grabbed a tall glass, with an accompanying coaster, in one of the cabinets above. He filled the glass with water from the faucet below. Loud gulps could be heard as Derek drank the water, cool and fresh like he had found an oasis. Just as Derek gently placed the glass on the coaster, his ears caught the shuffling feet of a tired Spencer.

“Derek?” Spencer tiredly said. “What are you doing up?”

“Just needed some water, that is all.” Derek said his half truth-half lie. The young man shrugged and went towards the refrigerator.

Unknowingly, Derek started to tap his fingers against the dark grey laminate countertop. Spencer caught the sound with his ears and turned to face his boyfriend.

“Derek? Are you okay?”

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Because you’re tapping your fingers across the countertop.” Spencer pointed out. When the tired genius mentioned the action, Derek immediately stopped, his eyes glancing at Spencer.

“We’re profilers, Derek. You can’t hide anything from me.” Spencer said, feeling concerned for his best friend. The mousy-haired man felt like a hypocrite after saying that to Derek. During the many years he worked with the handsome man in front of him, Spencer developed a crush on him. At first, it was just a silly little infatuation, but as time passed, it changed to being a crush. The young man was able to hide it well. That was until Derek reciprocated his feelings. That same crush turned into Spencer dating Derek. In these past few months, Spencer wanted to tell his angel of a boyfriend that he loved him, but he was scared that Derek would run away from him, just like everyone else in his life.

“Ha– you’re right, pretty Ricky,” Derek said in defeat, hanging his head low. Spencer came up behind Derek slowly, hesitant to show some affection to his probably scared boyfriend. He mustered up his own fears and gave Derek a hug from behind, and felt his boyfriend relaxing in his arms. The couple stood in silence for some time, savoring the unspoken quietness between them.

“Remember when you had to go in as bait for Cat Adams?” Derek asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh– yeah. Why are you asking?” Spencer responded, not getting the hint where the conversation was going.

“Two weeks since that case, I had these nightmares. I thought I could get through with it, but I can’t. My nightmare was about that. I dreamt that you were shot by Cat.” Derek explained.

“Derek…” Spencer felt shocked while his heart was breaking. He felt like he had to do something. But all he could do was sit and listen to his boyfriend get everything off his chest.

"I wish this is a nightmare that I could just wake up from... but it feels all real... and I hate every second of it. I felt like I was going to lose you when it actually happened,” Derek’s voice cracked a bit as tears pricked his deep brown eyes. “And I don’t want this to repeat. I wouldn’t forgive myself.”

“I won’t let it happen again,” Spencer quietly said, caresses Derek’s cheek. “We will make sure she stays in prison, alright?” Derek brought Spencer in for a long embrace. The mousy-haired man wrapped his arms around his athletic boyfriend’s waist as he placed his head in the crook of Derek’s neck. The soft warmth coming off of Derek comforted Spencer, clashing with her cold pale skin.

“I just uh…” Derek said tiredly.

“Yeah.” Spencer replied, smiling softly. He knew in his heart that Derek said “I love you” to him.

“You know?”

“I know.”

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Fraternizing

A/N: Here’s my first Mikey Fic!! Lemme know the kinds of fics you want to see for the boys and I’ll make a start, I’m thinking a Luke Fic next so lemme know!

Warnings: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Word count: 5.4K

The party was heaving with bodies everywhere and as I squeezed my way through to the kitchen a hand came down hard on my shoulder.

“It’s the little mouse, what are you doing here?” Johnny Macintosh was a real piece of work, he was one of the most well known frat guys on campus - namely for how he treated women and how much beer he could put away at parties. “Always thought you were too square for parties like this, did you get lost on the way to the library?” His words were a wet whisper against my ear that made me shiver with how uncomfortable I felt. I shrugged his hand off my shoulder and walked through the gyrating bodies towards the kitchen, until again a hand came down onto my shoulder and I spun around to give Johnny a piece of my mind only to be met with my roommate and best friend Julia.

“Hey Y/N I found you! You having fun?” her words were slurred, and as she raised a red plastic cup to her lips a body crashed into her from behind sending a cherry red drink all down my white top.

“Oh s-shit, Y/N I’m sorry!” Julia reaches for my top and I push her hand away. Her heart was always in the right place but Julia always took the phrase ‘let loose on the weekend’ a bit too seriously. She dragged me out most weekends but it was never long before she left with some guy, not to be seen again until the next day.

“It’s fine, just go and sit for a bit okay? I’ll come find you soon, I’ve got to try and clean this off before it dries!” I pushed my way through and into the kitchen, grabbing some paper towels and wetting them under the faucet, patting the red liquid stains off of my top.

“I bet you regret wearing white to a frat, don’t you?” A lazy drawl came from behind me and I clamped my eyes shut in frustration. Michael-fucking-Clifford.

Me and Michael had been butting heads ever since I had started college, he liked to tease me in everyway possible and I fucking hated him for it.

“You could say that, although I think I regret coming here at all now.” Your words came out more viciously then you had intended and a hand dropped on my shoulder to turn me around.

“Now now Kitten, don’t be like that.” His lips were pouting but there was a twinkle in his eyes that led on to just how mischievous he was being. My eyes narrowed as a growl left my throat at the term of endearment he had so graciously given to me. After hearing Johnny call me mouse for the longest time and listening to me verbally bite Johnny’s ear off every time, Michael had decided that this was no mouse but a Kitten with claws, which is the only thing he had called me since.

“What do you want Michael? I’m not in the mood today.” I keep scrubbing at my top, the cloth not removing the red drink stain but instead adding a large wet patch, making the top see through and revealing the pale pink lace bra underneath. Michael scowls, reaching behind me to grab a towel, patting the top dry.

“You do not want to walk around this house like that Y/N, not with the likes of Johnny here.” His eyes were dark, the dabbing motion of his hand getting slower until his hand is slowly dragging the towel over my chest, the side of his fingers trailing over the swell of my breasts.

“Mouse!” Johnny’s voice is carried from the other side of the room and Michael’s hand moves away so fast it’s like I burnt him.

“We’re starting truth or dare in the other room and I reserved you a seat!” He pushed his way through the kitchen, pushing freshman out of the way until he is stood directly in front of me.

“I’m not interested Johnny.” His eyes go to my top and a dark grin spreads over his face.

“Shame little mouse, I think everyone would like to see more of you.” His eyes linger on my chest for a moment before he saunters off into the crowd. The intensity of his gaze makes me almost fold into myself, and I stare at the ground, wishing it could swallow me up.

“Ignore that guy kitten, he’s a prick,” Michael’s words are hushed but I can hear the anger in them which makes my eyes meet his in the crowded room. It’s like the music and the chatter stops, the only hint of the pounding music is the floor vibrating under my feet. I blink, shaking my head.

“Like you, you mean?” He lets out a snarl at my words and throws the towel he’d been grasping at my chest.

“Go fuck yourself then Little Mouse” He sneers, walking away from me.

“Michael wait!” I call, following after him. I walk into the lounge to see a huge circle of people, Michael going and sitting across the room.

“Changed your mind then mouse? I saved you a spot next to me!” Johnny pats the floor next to him and I can’t help but sigh knowing that I didn’t really have a choice. I timidly sit myself next to Johnny and I can feel Michael’s eyes on me from across the circle.

I keep my eyes low on the floor, my arms across my chest to hide the still slight transparent patch on my top. The game begins and I soon realise this isn’t the same game that I remember from high school. The rules are that all truths must be answered or you must streak across campus but the forfeit for not completing dares were that you must do a double shot of vodka or a line of coke.I was not prepared to do any of those things so I knew I would have to be extra careful.

“Mikey, truth or dare?” One of the girls in the group asked him with a twinkle in her eye as she twirled a piece of hair around her finger. You didn’t want to judge another woman and label her a bimbo but you weren’t totally sure how she got into college - it definitely wasn’t through academic means, you knew that.

“Dare.” His eyes met the girls and she giggled, her eyes blazing from either alcohol or drugs - I couldn’t tell which.

“I dare you to take a body shot off of me.” Michael rolls his eyes but nods, clearly having had enough of this dumb game already. I couldn’t help but frown at the unsteady feeling in my stomach at the thought of watching Michael do something intimate with a random girl. The feeling intensifies when the girl strips off her top leaving her in a bra and skirt - causing all of the boys and a few of the girls in the circle to whoop and holler.

I stare as another girl wets a line leading between the valley between the breasts of the girl (you now knew to be called Lucy) and sprinkle salt across it before pouring a shots worth of tequila in her bellybutton, finishing with a wedge of lemon between Lucy’s teeth.Michael manoeuvres himself until he is leaning over the blonde, his eyes catching mine as his tongue slides across her skin, the eye contact not stopping as he sucks the tequila from her belly button and not even as his mouth hovers over hers to suck up the lemon. There was a darkness in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore and as much as I didn’t always like the man, a shiver was running through my body that was setting me alight.

He sits up throwing the leftover lemon across the room. “I fucking hate tequila.”

Lucy leans up, looking after Michael longingly, “Hey Mich-”

He cuts her off, sitting back in his spot in the circle. “Put your fucking shirt on Lucy.”

A hurt look crosses the girls face and she grabs her clothes, leaving the room.

“Fucking savage bro, you going after her? She’d probably follow you to bed easy” Johnny asks Michael, who shakes his head before taking a long swig of his beer.

A slew of truths and dares go around the group, from being asked to pretend butt-dial parents and fake sex noises to chugging a bottle of ketchup. I was about ready to stand up and leave the game when Johnny pointedly stares at me, pointing in my direction.

“Mouse, truth or dare?” His grin is sickening and I close my eyes, dreading what was to come. Before I can open my mouth to answer he interrupts me. “You’re taking too long, you get a dare.”

“Johnny that’s not fair, I-” He cuts me off again.

“New rule little mouse, dare it is.” Chuckles go around the room and I cringe a little, suddenly realising how much of the group is made up of Johnny’s minions. From the corner of my eye I see Michael roll his eyes and that makes me sit up straighter, thinking that he’s judging me for being a whimp.

“Fine, bring it.” I falsify confidence, hoping no one can recognise the nerves on my face. I’m not supposed to be here, I’m the quiet girl who doesn’t spend time in frats - this game being one of the reasons why.

Johnny strokes his face as if thinking before he smirks, leaning back against the couch he is sat in front of.

“You have to sit on my lap. And kiss me.” All of the guys in the circle crack up apart from Michael who pinches the bridge of his nose and shakes his head. The girls glare at me jealousy and I stare at Johnny incredulously.

“Johnny what the fuck?” I stare at him in shock and he grins, a sly laugh leaving his lips.

“I could always cut you a line princess. Your choice.” I stare at the ground, sighing before moving, sitting on Johnny’s lap as close to his knees as I can get without falling off him.

“You didn’t say how long for so thirty seconds is your limit.” I keep my words pointed and he rolls his eyes but nods nonetheless.

The group cheers as he puts his hand on the back of my head, pulling me in and kissing me. Now - as much as I didn’t like the guy, I had to admit he could kiss. His tongue slides across my bottom lip and I don’t let him in, that is until he pinches the skin of my thigh and I gasp, his tongue entering my mouth and wrestling with my own.I count to thirty in my head before I move my head back, but his hand clasps my head and keeps me in place as his other hand goes to the bottom of my back, pushing me further into his lap. I put my hands on his chest and push but to no avail, I breathe deeply through my nose pushing against him as hard as I can.

While most of his friends start laughing I can hear some of his friends calling his name.

“Johnny man, it’s time.”

“Uh dude you should probably stop now.”

“Get your hands the fuck off her Coleman.” I can hear Michael’s voice over the rest and I push with both hands at Johnny’s chest. His hands move to my shirt as he pulls away breathing heavy. I hear a ripping noise before I feel myself getting pulled off of his lap as I’m pushed behind a tall body. I look down at my ripped shirt, my lace bra out in the open, I push my front against the tall boy in front of me that I now realise is Michael as I catch my breath.

“Awh Mouse I was enjoying that.” Johnny wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Why’d you ruin my fun Clifford, want a taste?”

Michael tenses in front of me and I put a hand on his back, stroking my thumb until I feel his body relax slightly. I couldn’t even tell what the dynamic was between us in this moment but all I knew was I felt safe behind him.

“No man, I'm good.” Johnny smirks at his words but the smile drops from his lips when Michael utters “I like my women when they’re willing.”

Johnny stands up, his chest puffing out. “Fuck you man. Hey mouse, don’t panic - you’re a shit kisser anyway, thought your tits would make up for it but they’re shit too.”

Michael takes a step forward and I put an arm around his waist, “Michael leave it, please.”

He stills, his arm resting on top of mine before he growls under his breath, turning to leave the room with me trailing behind him.

“Michael it’s fine, I’ll just go back to my room.” He leads me up the stairs, his hand holding mine as we walk through the house.

“Y/N there is no way in hell you’re walking back through campus with that rip in your shirt. I’m getting you another shirt and then I’ll walk you back.” He pulls you through a door with a ‘KEEP OUT’ sign across the front, you bite your lip as you take in the decor. Black bedding adorns the bed, a grey rug on the floor with a wall of guitars and band posters everywhere.

“Nice room.” You murmur, picking up a photo from a cabinet and observing the picture where Michael has his arms around three other guys.

“That’s my best friends - Ash, Cal and Luke. We’re in a band together.” He turns and rummages through a drawer by his bed, looking for a shirt. I run a finger over the photo, tracing over Michael’s grin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that,” I whisper, thinking about how most of mine and Michael’s conversations had been little bickers.I smile at the photo of the grinning man, laughing with his friends. The darkly dressed, scowling man you’d come to know looked so different.

“Why would you, it’s hard to give you a smile when you’re irritating me all of the damn time.” I turn to look at him when a black ball of fabric hits me in the face. I stumble back, hitting my head on the door and sliding until I’m sat on the floor. A yelp leaves my throat at the sudden fall, but the sound is muffled by the tee.

“Shit!” I pull the shirt from my face to see Michael kneeling in front of me, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N, I didn’t mean for that to happen, are you okay?” His hand goes to the back of my head, and while the touch makes me flinch, I know there’s no lasting damage.

“I’ll probably have a sore head tomorrow but yeah I’m fine.” I laugh softly at the worry on his face and he rolls his eyes, his hand not moving from the back of my head.

I look at the tee and back to Michael. “Liberty’s? You work there?” The dive bar just off of campus was not a place you frequented often, but most of your friends did - if not for the live music then for the rowdy atmosphere that was sure to get your blood pumping.

“Yeah, it’s where my band plays most of the time - I DJ sometimes and Luke and Cal who are in that photo you were drooling over work the bar most night and Ash works the door.” I blush at his words as he stands up, walking over to a mini fridge in the corner and grabbing two beers.

“I was not drooling, don’t be a jackass.” I change into the tee, it swallows me and becomes kind of like a dress on my figure. I grab one of the beers and sit on the edge of his bed awkwardly. “Thanks for the beer?” My words trail off into a question as I look at him, trying to figure out what is going on in this boy’s mind.

“One for the road. That fucking dick downstairs made my buzz disappear.” My fingers play with the hem of the t-shirt, trying to muster up the courage to say what I needed to.

“T-thank you. For what you did downstairs.” I keep my eyes low, not sure whether to say anything more.

“Don’t mention it, you shouldn’t have fucking joined that game, Johnny is a messed up dude who sees you as fruit ripe for the picking.” Michael’s words get angry and I can’t help but watch as he clenches his hand into a fist on his leg before taking a long drink.

“And what do you see me as?” Embarrassment floods through me as I hear a twinge of hope in my words. It’s only now that I’m sitting so close to him that I realise how bright his eyes are, how the stubble on his chin makes him look older then he is and I can’t help but internally shiver as I imagine that stubble grazing my neck.

“I did see you as an annoying spoiled brat who always wanted her own way. I saw you as rude, bitchy and irritating.” His words hurt and it must have been the drink making me that little bit more sensitive because I could feel tears filling my eyes at his words.

I nod softly, setting my beer on the floor. “Don’t worry about walking me back, I’ll be okay.”

I stand from the bed, walking towards the door. I knew that we had always bickered but there was a part of that felt like it was just part of the way we spoke to each other, it was never that I genuinely didn’t like him, but he obviously didn’t feel the same.

“Y/N wait.” I could hear him call after me but I didn’t want to hear more reasons why he didn’t like me. I flew open the door and stepped back out into the booming noise of the party. There were bodies everywhere and the beer was making me feel hazy as a hand clasp my wrist.

“Michael, I-” The room starts spinning when I see Johnny looking down at me, sneering.

“Where’ve you been Mouse? You left me high and dry in front of my boys.” He shakes his head, pushing me against the nearest wall, his arm resting above my head as he towers over my small frame. “You can make it up to me though,”

“No Johnny I was just going home, it was part of the game.” I fake confidence but my voice cracks slightly.

He presses against me, one hand trailing up of Michael’s tshirt, pushing it up slightly. “Awh c’mon Y/N, don’t be so frigid.” His mouth starts lowering towards mine and I turn my head away.

“Johnny, no.” I push against his chest and he tenses, pushing further into me as his mouth connects with my neck. I let out a small cry and push against him more, when suddenly his body is pulled off me and lands with a thud on the floor, another person led over him as punches are thrown at his face.

“She said no. Take no for a fucking answer you fucking creep.” I stand pressed against the wall, my chest heaving as I watch Michael pummel Johnny into the ground.

“Michael get off of him! Mate stop!” Two of the frat boys shout before they come and pull Michael away, leaving Johnny groaning on the floor holding his nose.

I unfreeze as Johnny stands unsteadily, pointing towards me.

“You’ve got fucking problems with this chick man, last week you fucking hated her and now what? You’re defending her honour?” Johnny spits out his words, blood flying from his split lip as he walks towards Michael. “You can fucking have her, she’s a frigid bitch anyway.” He pushes past Michael towards his room, some of his minions following after him.

Michael walks over to you slowly, your eyes on the bloodied knuckles of his hands. He reaches for my hand and I flinch slightly. His eyes get a hurt look in them and goes to move his hand away when I clasp it in mine, gripping it tightly but being careful not to hurt his hand. We look at each other for a moment, silent words passing through our eyes.

“Come back to my room for a minute, please? I just want to talk.” His words are low but pleading and I nod softly. It’s only when he turns that we notice all of the eyes on us. I blush, following after Michael as he drags me softly towards his room, locking the door behind him.

“That’s not to keep you in by the way, you can leave whenever. I just want to keep those assholes out.” I nod softly, holding myself as Michael moves to sit on his bed. “Y/N, kitten, please sit down.” Michael had always used that name to tease me but there was a softness in his words that warmed my heart.

“Firstly you need to know that Johnny won’t bother you again. He’s pretty coked up now but I’ll let him know tomorrow that if he even looks at you that a broken nose, split lip and black eye are the least of his worries.” His fingers move to my chin making me look in his eyes. The intense gaze he was giving me was sending butterflies to my stomach.

“Secondly what I said to you before was a dick move but you need to know that I said those things in the past tense, because I don’t see you that way anymore and I don’t think I ever really did. Fuck Y/N I don’t know.” He lifts his cap, running a hand through his messy hair before putting the cap back on and rubbing his eyes, groaning.

“And what that fucker said was a lie because I’ve never fucking hated you.” He stares into my eyes and I know he’s telling the truth.

One of his hands cups my cheek, and I hold my breath in fear of scaring him off. His forehead presses against mine and I can feel his breath against my lips.

“Have you ever hated me?” His words are hushed and I blush at how close our mouths are.

“Oh there’s been times where I’ve definitely hated you.” Michael smirks, a dark laugh leaving his lips before they’re pushed against mine and suddenly everything disappears. Just his kiss was sending a thousand volts through my body and it was suddenly like I couldn’t get close enough to him. Our faces moved against each other as our tongues wrestled. His hands gripped my face as mine clenched his shirt. We pull away for air and a small whimper leaves my throat. We both sit in silence, breathing in unison.

“Michael… could I stay here? I don’t want to be alone.” His eyes widen at my words and his mouth drops open playfully.

“Y/N how forward of you!” I blush and slap him on the chest.

“Not like that! I just want to talk to you, we’ve never just talked.” For the first real time since I’ve known him, Michael smiles - really smiles and puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me into his chest. He feels warm and in his arms I feel safe, almost like I don’t want to leave.

“I’d like that, Kitten.”

We both climb into the bed in our clothes, talking about anything and everything from Michael’s favourite music and where I grew up. I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep but all I knew was that just before I did I felt Michael kiss my forehead.

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The light shone through the window, casting over the dark room and highlighting the arm around my waist. Somewhere through the night we had pressed up against each other and our legs were tangled as Michael spooned me. The T-shirt I was in had ridden up to my waist, Michael’s arm hot against my skin. I blinked slowly, letting myself wake up peacefully and my eyes adjust to the small amount of light in the room. I take time to remember everything that had happened at the party, left with the knowledge that Michael really does care about me and had saved me from Johnny’s ways.

I shift slightly in the bed, becoming aware of one of Michael’s hands resting on the skin of my thigh and I stretch out my back only to accidentally press my backside against his hips. His arm wraps tighter around me and his fingers spread out across my stomach. Somewhere during the night I had shed my skirt and was dressed only in his long t-shirt. I bite my lip trying not to laugh out loud and wiggle against him again. His fingers dig into my hips and I feel his face nuzzle into the back of my head.

“Kitten. Quit it.” But something bold awakens in me and I continue the movement, circling my hips back and revelling in how tight he holds me close in reaction.

“Y/N.” His voice is a growl of warning but there’s something electric about our bodies being so close. I know I’m pushing my luck but feeling his body react to me gives me all kinds of confidence.

His fingers trace the edge of my underwear and I shiver, fully rocking my ass back against his hardening dick.

“You feeling needy this morning? What happened to just talking?” His words blow hot breaths against my ear and I let out a breathy moan as his hand searches lazily over the lace of my panties, searching for my clit. He knows he’s found it when I let out a short gasp, and chuckles darkly.

“You need something?” His hand leaves my body and travels up towards my jaw, tilting my face up so that his lips are pressed against my ear. His grip is forceful but not painful and the dominance in his movements makes me whimper quietly.

“I just want to feel good Mikey.”

He groans in my ear and leans back from me, his hand on my hip.

“Turn around, please?” I shift my body until I’m facing him and he pulls me even closer, hooking my thigh over his hip until he is pressed up against me, grinding directly against my heat. I rock against him slowly, his half awake eyes and lazy grin making him look so fucking hot that I can’t help the whine that leaves my lips. I lean forward, brushing my lips softly against his.

He leans his head closer to mine to fully press his lips against my own but I pull back. He smirks and waits for me to lean forward before trying again but I pull my head away again, teasing him.

His hand goes to my ass and smacks down, pulling me into him and kissing me forcefully. I giggle against his lips and wrap my free arm around his neck, kissing him with everything I have. Michael rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, kiss hands pushing down on my backside and grinding up so I can feel every inch of his hardness.

“Kitten you’re going to make me nut right here if you’re not careful, looking so fucking beautiful in my clothes.” I sit up until I’m straddling him, blushing at his words.

“Are you going to go back to not liking me after this?” I take each of his hands in mine, entwining our fingers as I rock my hips forward at a steady pace. “Because i’m not that kind of girl, Clifford.” My tone is teasing and he pulls me down until I’m laying flat on his chest and kisses me deeply, murmuring against my lips.

“I have a funny feeling things aren’t going to be the same again Kitten.” He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “Look I’m DJing tonight and my band might play a set. Come and watch us? We can grab food after and see what happens?”

I rest my arms on either side of his head, “I’d like that.” Our lips meet again and I feel myself falling sideways as he rolls us over so that he’s on top of me.

“I want to make you feel good.” His words are whispered against my neck and he kisses down to where my neck and shoulder meets, biting down. I arch against his chest, pulling him closer. Our hips move against each other again, rocking to create as much friction as possible. I could feel how thick he was against my lace covered core and it made me want skin to skin contact - as much as I can get.

I wrap my legs around his waist and push my hips up but I feel his teeth graze my neck before biting down and I yelp out quietly.

“Don’t think for a second that you’re in control here Y/N.” One of his fingers slide under the lace of my underwear and starts tracing figure eights around my clit. I gasp out, my eyes sliding shut as his bulge continues to grind against me, sensations flowing through my body.

“You want to know something Kitten? Eyes on me.” I meet his intense stare, his free hand gripping my hip to steady my movements. His fingers speed up their movements and my eyes start to glaze over as little pants leave my mouth.

“Everytime we used to have our little spats I’d imagine putting my hand on the back of your head and shutting you up with my mouth, sucking on your tongue and swallowing up your words. I imagined what that bratty mouth would feel like, what you’d taste like. Whether you’d kiss like a princess or a dirty girl.”

His words caused my whole body to shiver, heat rising through my body and making my head spin.

“You going to find out or keep it to your imagination?” My words come out whinier then intended but I get the exact reaction I wanted as Michael growls under his breath and forces his lips against mine roughly, his tongue sliding across my bottom lip before sucking my tongue and biting down.

His hand pushes the rest of our clothes out of his way before hiking one of my thighs high against the bed and slowly pushing into me. I arch my back against him, panting softly as I start to feel oh so full.

“Fucking beautiful.” His words are whispered between us and our eyes connect as he pulls out softly before pushing all the way in. It’s delicious and hot and we both groan and the feeling. Every negative word passed between us melts away and all that is left is two people connecting in the closest of ways.

Our hips rock together, both of us searching for our highs, the small grunts and gasps filling the space between us our eyes staying locked on each other.

Michael’s forehead presses against mine as he grips my hand and pushes it against the mattress.

“Mikey.. I… I” my words are gasped out and Michael presses his lips against mine. “You close baby?” He presses his lips against my neck and sucks harshly, pressing deep inside and grinding his hips and my head spins. Something bursts deep inside me and I throw my head back, a silent scream leaving my mouth.

“Oh fuck, so tight…” A groan leaves Mikey’s lips and he pulls out, releasing over my stomach. A giggle leaves my lips as he flops down next to me with a sheepish grin. He reaches for his shirt, cleaning me up softly.

“You going to let me call you Kitten from now on?” His hand strokes the side of my face and I muzzle into it.

“Only if I can call you my puppy dog?” His face scrunches up and he frowns and me playfully.

“Fuck right off.” His words are harsh but the glint in his eyes is warmer then it’s ever been.

“Woof woof,” I tease before a screaming laugh leaves my lips as he rolls back on top of me, his lips travelling to my stomach as he blows raspberries and tickles me.

I don’t know how long we led there but all I knew was I could spend forever lost between these sheets.

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