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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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Hello!! I love your work so much ❤🥰. I wanted to know if I could request something with Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia? Something fluffy, loving with him?

Thank you so much ❤🥰

Dr Cupid.

Synopsis - Mickey Garcia passes out in hospitals. Luckily, this time there's a pretty nurse there to catch him.

Pairing - Mickey Garcia x Nurse!Reader

Warnings - a little cursing, a lot of tooth rotting fluff. mentions of blood and hospitals.

Age Rating - 16+

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - thank you for this request!! i love mickey so much. i've been a HUGE danny ramirez fan for years, so i was so excited when he was cast in top gun, and mickey did not disappoint. an angel <3

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You pull back the crinkly blue curtain with a bit too much force, startling the man sat on the edge of the bed.

"Sorry!" you apologise, closing it behind you. "These things are always lighter than I think they're going to be."

"It's alright, ma'am. No worries."

He's handsome. Really handsome. Big blue eyes, golden blonde hair, an air about him that exudes intelligence and compassion. You smile at him gently before retrieving his chart, giving it a once over quickly.

"Lieutenant Robert Floyd. United States Navy."

He introduces himself, shaking your hand formally. You tell him your name, and he repeats it carefully.

"Pretty name."

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

"Please, call me Bob."

"Thank you, Bob."

He smiles at you bashfully, nodding his head.

"So, Bob, what seems to be the problem today?"

"Training exercise gone wrong. I'm clumsy. You can probably tell by my medical history."

You look over the chart, and laugh softly.

"So you are. What happened this time?"

"It's just a little cut, on my shoulder. I fell onto it, onto the tarmac. I told everyone I didn't need to see a doctor, but they insisted."

"Well luckily for you, I'm a nurse," you wink, chuckling when he blushes. "Let's get this shirt off you so I can take a look. You mind if I cut it?"

"Go ahead."

You cut a line clean down the middle of his t shirt, an old, grey thing. It falls off of him, allowing you to see his shoulder wound.

Just as you're about to explain your next steps, the curtain flies open, a man in a flight suit rushing in.

"Sir, can I help you?"

"He's with me. He's in my squad," Bob reassures you. "Fanboy, you don't have to be here."

"I want to be."

"Fanboy?" you ask, confused about the unusual name.

"It's my call sign. We're pilots. US Navy."

"Why didn't I know they had pilots in the navy? I thought that was the air force."

Fanboy grins at you, all gleaming white teeth, before holding his hand out for you to shake.

"Lieutenant Mickey Garcia. Weapons Systems Officer."

You tell him your name, followed by 'nurse', which makes them both laugh.

"Well, Mickey, if you take a seat, I'll patch up Bob here and you can both get back to flying your jet planes."

Mickey steps around you, eyes darting over Bob as he goes. He catches sight of his bleeding shoulder, and all the colour drains from him.

You've seen this before.

He goes pale, and then wobbles on his feet. You stride over and wrap your arms around him, catching him as he passes out.

"Shit," Bob swears. "I'd help, ma'am, but I'm a little out of commission right now."

"It's alright," you chuckle. "This happens a lot. I'm stronger than I look."

You manage to walk Mickey backwards, sitting him in the chair that you originally sent him towards. You cradle his face in your hands, holding up his head. His eyes flutter open, straight onto you.

"Did I die? Is this heaven?" he whispers.

Both you and Bob try not to laugh as you check him over.

"I'm afraid not, Lieutenant. You're in the hospital, visiting Bob. He's hurt his shoulder. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," he murmurs, embarrassed.

You grab him a cup of water, placing it into his hand carefully.

"You okay?"

His big brown eyes are locked on you, not leaving for a minute. He's beautiful, you realise suddenly. Yes, Bob is handsome, but Mickey is beautiful.

"I get a little weird around blood."

"You're telling me."

The smile he gives you is enough to move mountains.

"Okay, Garcia, listen up. You're gonna sit here and drink your water. Take big, slow, deep breaths. And do not, under any circumstances, look at Bob, okay? Keep your eyes on me, no matter what."

"Yes ma'am."

You leave him in his chair, returning your attention to the blonde. You take a good look at the wound, and decide it'll need a couple of stitches.

"I'm gonna clean this up for you, and sew it shut. I'm sure you'll heal fast, being a healthy pilot and all."

You glance over at Mickey, and see that he's still watching you. Gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"Bob, I won't lie to you. This is going to hurt. Feel free to hold onto me if you need to."

You numb his shoulder, before getting to work stitching it up. You flick your eyes to Mickey intermittently, smiling gently when his stare meets yours.

"Garcia, did you bring any spare clothes? I had to cut Bob's shirt off. I doubt he wants to walk out of here shirtless."

"Yeah, Phoenix has a bag in the waiting room. I'll go and grab it."

You watch him carefully as he stands, making sure he doesn't pass out again. He leaves, and Bob grins at you.

"He likes you."

"Everyone likes me, Bob. I'm a good nurse."

"No, he likes you. That's the quietest I've ever heard him sit. And he took your orders. He doesn't do that for anyone."

You shake your head, smiling as you do it.

"Are you single?"

"Very forward, Lieutenant."

"For him, not for me! You're beautiful," he justifies, "but I'm sort of dating my copilot."

"Sort of?"

"It's complicated."

"Then make it uncomplicated, Bob."

He thinks for a moment, before nodding.

"You're right. I'm going to talk to her."

Mickey comes barging back in with a t shirt in hand.

"Phoenix packed you an overnight bag, just in case. She says this is your shirt anyway."

You look at Bob and wink, chuckling when he blushes.

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"That's all. You've been a perfect patient Bob," you say, squeezing his other shoulder. "If you go to the desk, they'll give you some spare dressings for when you need to change it. Besides that, just take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay. Understood. Thank you, for everything. I appreciate it."

The two of them leave in a flurry of thanks, Mickey casting a longing glance back at you. You can hear them bickering on the other side of the curtain.

"Fine!" you hear Mickey say, before he reappears.

"Uh... hi."

"You forget something?" you ask, looking around the bed.

"Yeah. To ask you out."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, corners of your lips twitching.

"And to apologise. For before. Passing out, and all. I, uh-"

He scratches the back of his neck nervously before perching on the edge of the bed. You move to sit next to him, leg pressing into his.

"I practically grew up in a hospital. My Dad wasn't a nice guy, so my Mom was here all the time."

You lace your fingers with his, resting them on your thigh.

"I used to try and clean up her injuries at home the best I could, but sometimes it wasn't enough. He finally left when I was thirteen, and I didn't have to play doctor anymore."

He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Now, as an adult, I have this crazy reaction to blood. Even just a papercut is enough to have me hyperventilating. I guess I saw so much of it when I was a kid, that I can't handle it now?"

He looks at you expectantly, unsure of what you'll say.

"It's way more common than you think, you know. I have people pass out on me all the time. You're not alone, I promise."

He smiles at you softly, and you're convinced you've never met someone more beautiful.

"I have a friend who works on the fourth floor. She's a psychiatrist - which I know people roll their eyes at, especially men - but, she's really great to talk to. About anything. She can help with phobias. I've seen her do it."

He nods almost imperceptibly.

"I mean... it can't hurt to talk to her, right? Just once?"

"Exactly. I can give you her number, you can give her a call whenever suits you."

He nudges your shoulder with his, your hands still linked.

"Thank you. Bob doesn't love hospitals either, but you really set his mind at ease today."

"Just doing my job."

"Trust me, you're doing a hell of a lot more."

You feel the heat rise up your chest, praying he can't hear how fast your heart is beating.

"I know you probably work crazy shifts here, but... would you like to go for dinner sometime? I'd love to get to know you in a less... uh... clinical setting."

You grin at him, squeezing his hand tightly.

"I'd love to. As long as you promise not to pass out," you wink.

"That is a promise I cannot make."

You laugh with him, shaking your head.

"I should get back to work. God knows this place needs me."

"Of course. Do your thing, SuperNurse."

You lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, handing him a card with your number on.

"Call me."

"What time do you get off?"

"7."

"I'll call you at 7:01."

"Deal," you laugh, pulling the curtains back.

You watch as he leaves to join Bob and a woman you assume is Phoenix in the waiting area. You wave at Mickey as you go, the other two pilots looking between you with knowing grins on their faces.

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Continental Breakfast // Mickey Garcia

Summary: When the Daggers disperse back to their respective states and postings—Mickey Garcia goes home to the wife, the best friend and the significant other that is to this day, the greatest continental breakfast around.

Warnings: Pure Fluff & Smut. Minors DNE. Mickey Fanboy Garcia x F!wife reader. Female Receiving Oral. Mickey simp Garcia. Early trimester pregnancy.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author Note: Plot who? This is just Mr Simp Garcia reuniting with reader wife after the Dagger Mission. This also proves I’m capable of doing good things. I’m not just my angst. And shout out to @mandylove1000 because this is all the fluff you’re getting

The sun had barely risen over the horizon, the thought had yet to cross its mind as the clock beside your bed ticked over in the silence of the early morning darkness.

Your bed had never felt warmer, more inviting, more comfortable or more peaceful than it did in the moment as a gentle morning breeze crept in and carried the long burlap drapes that stretched the length of your window with it.

In the quiet of your bedroom that had yet to be blessed with the light of day you sank a little deeper into the mattress with a hum that resembled something of a purr. Your lips curled up into your cheeks as you felt yourself being drawn into a warmth that rivalled Venus itself. Mickey Garcia ran hot like a furnace, his skin radiated a heat that made you tremble but brought you solace all at once, his very aura drew you in like a moth to a flame. You were unable to break the trance his smile cast on you or the spell his laugh had you under.

“S’early —“ Strong arms drew you into Mickey's chest as he pressed himself up against the swell of your ass. The satin nighty that adorned your curves had been the only thing separating your skin from your husband’s. “Go back to sleep.” You exhaled a drawn out sigh that earned you a few butterfly-like kisses to your shoulder as you sunk deeper and closer into your husband's warm embrace. “You Government owned men with your ridiculous internal alarm clock’s piss me off.”

Mickey chuckled as he trailed a gently hand across your stomach—with intent behind his movements, he slowly crept down your satin clad stomach up to your hip and stopped to play with the slightly frayed hem that kept your body wrapped up like a present sitting pretty and poised under the tree on Christmas morning. All for him. You were his wife, Mrs Mickey Fanboy Garcia. His best friend, the love of his life, his better half and significant other. You were Mickey's internal present that kept on giving, no matter how many times he unwrapped your layers, you would still make him feel like that giddy high school teenager who got to see your boobs for the first time in the art supply closet.

“Six weeks away from you made me a crazed man amor.” There was a morning husk so prominent in your husband's voice as he peppered your supple skin with delicate kisses you couldn’t resist. With heavy eyelids and a whimper that resembled something meekly pathetic you rolled onto your back as Mickey carefully hovered over you. The same strong arms that once held you close in the early morning light that had begun to creep into your bedroom now trapped you entirely beneath him, with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. “Im starved—“

“Good thing breakfast in bed is always an option then Lieutenant.” You couldn’t miss the way the corner of Mickey's lips pinned to go cheeks as he leaned in and over to kiss the junction of your neck. Coaxing whimpers and soft moans from you as your legs spread wider and wider at the mere thought of your husband's next move.

“I missed you so much.” Mickey had come home just after eight pm. His entire body ached as he sunk into the warmth of the bath you had run him full of epsom salt and rose bud bubble bath. If you hadn’t been sitting behind him stroking his length lazily beneath the water whispering sweet nothings in his ear— Mickey was sure he would have fallen asleep and drowned in the moment. He felt like he’d been on his toes for six weeks straight. The minute he was dismissed from Mirimars special detachment he was heading home to you in Seattle, where his guiding light lived. Where his heart always felt fullest. “Missed you so much it felt like a lifetime had passed.”

“You’re home now.” You reached out to cup your husband's cheek as he kissed the pad of your thumb that trailed across his bottom lip. Deep brown eyes stared down at you with a hunger so prominent it made you throb. “You’re safe baby, at ease.”

Mickey had been so tired after your bath late last night that the minute his head hit the soft, almost otherworldly pillow, he was out like a light. His body had given in and thrown in the towel. You’d expected nothing less as you crawled in beside him. Knowing that by the lines that had become a permanent fixture upon his face that he’d been through a lot. That he’d given his all and he’d done his very best.

He was your TopGun.

“You look so pretty underneath me right now it’s insane.” Mickey had dreamt about you every night he was away and fantasised about how you tasted whenever he was alone. His fist could never amount to the pleasure you brought him. Like two puzzle pieces from the same puzzle you and Mickey Garcia shared an unconditional love that was as unambiguous as Payback's cynical eyes had ever seen. “Bet you taste so sweet at this hour.”

As Mickey's words dripped from his lips he sunk a hand between your legs, with no panties stopping him—he traced a delicate finger between your folds and watched from above as your breathing hitched in your throat. He collected your arousal from your core and soon enough you craved his touch immediately in minute he pulled away.

“Mick—“

“How do you taste Amor?” It was a question that made you question your own intelligence as your husband watched you part your lips so you could kiss the tip of his finger. You could taste your arousal on his digit as you took him in further, sucking on the nimble digit like you would suck on his throbbing length. “Sweet enough for me?”

You did nothing but hum in response as you moved your hips against your husbands, the feeling of his raging erection pressing against the cotton of his boxer briefs made you quiver underneath him.

“Good thing I was in the mood for something sickly sweet this morning huh?”

“Well are you going to do something Miguel?” You asked through battered eyelashes and a taunting tone as you reached between the pair of you to softly palm your husband’s hard on. You could feel the wet patch that had formed in the cotton of his boxers as he rocked his hips into your touch and dropped his forehead to yours. “Or are you just all talk?”

“I wonder if that attitude of yours will still be there after I’m done with you.” All Mickey Garcia ever wanted was to be king in your story. All he ever wanted was to l know who you are, he wanted your heart to be for him and only him. Mickey wanted you to sing to him softly in the afternoon sun of summer evenings so he could run in the dark. Your love was internal and pure, conjured only for him and designed specifically for him.

“Guess you’ll find out won’t you?” You tilted your chin to take Mickey's lips hostage with your own as you hummed at the taste of him. Mickey swiped his tongue across your bottom lip as he begged for more, grinding his clothed cock against your dripping core. Your legs could not have been any more open if they tried. “Fuck—“

“I’ve got you.” Mickey mumbled into your mouth as he began to trail kisses that felt like sparks against your skin down your neck and collarbone. “I’ve got you Amor, I’m home.” As Mickey met the satin of your nighty he pressed his face against your stomach and mumbled against the fabric, his strong inviting hands held your hips in place against the mattress. “Avert your gaze, little one.”

You were barely even showing, but it had been a welcomed surprise just four days before Mickey was being called back to TopGun. It made the mission all the more difficult, he wanted to be a part of it—but there was no option not to come home to you. To your growing unborn child.

“You’re such an idiot—“ You laughed softly as Mickey sank lower and lower as he sent you a look so full of love it was hard to hold a grudge of any kind against the man who loved you so tenderly. But Mickey knew that time was going to take him, he knew that day was going to come. He just wanted the devil to hate him enough before he did so. He wanted to love you in all the ways he could while he had a chance to.

“But you love me for it, don’t you mama.”

With gentle but firm hands, Mickey spread your knees wide as he sank to his chest between your glistening core. He was spellbound—entranced by the way your beauty captivated every part of him. There was a part of Mickey that wondered if he’d ever stop feeling like the giddy schoolboy who lost his virginity with you in the tent the two of you had shared one night during spring break in the backyard of your parents' old place.

“So pretty Amor, so gorgeous—“ Mickey whispered in the warm morning light as it crept across your room. The sun had started to rise just as Mickey peppered your inner thigh with marks that would linger for days on end. “How’d I ever get so lucky?”

“Patience was always your strongest virtue.” You whined. “But it’s never been mine Miguel.” You reminded your love drunk husband as he sent you a smile that could have ended world wars and started them all at once. “Please do something—“

“All you had to say was please, Amor.” Mickey loved it when you’d say his government name, besides his Abuela you were the only person on planet earth that could get away with it. He was Mickey to all, Fanyboy to most and Miguel to you and only you. “Smell so fucking sweet.”

“Oh god—“ You trailed your fingers through Mickey's dark curls as he licked a stripe up your core to collect all your nectar. His dark lustful eyes never left yours as he swallowed all you could give him. “Yess—“ Heavenly praises fell from your mouth as Mickey enjoyed his continental breakfast, a taste of you and only you he’d never get tired of devouring. His jaw would ache before he ever gave up being between your legs—he’d happily die eating you out. You’d be his last meal if he was ever sent to death row. “Oh god I missed this.”

“I can guarantee I missed it more.” Mickey mumbled against your core as he sucked against your throbbing bundle of nerves, he watched through hooded eyes as you let your head rest against the pillow and arched your back, sighing in pure pleasure and relief as he worked you over just the way he knew you liked. “That’s its Amor give into me, missed you so fucking much.”

It never took you long to let go of all that was worrying you, all that plagued your mind, all that stressed you out on a day to day basis, when you were with Mickey. His energy gave you life and his presence protected you from harm.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” Mickey moaned as he pulled away to spit against your core, he took one single digit and swirled the newly added moisture around before he pressed inside you, coaxing his finger up against your velvet walls. “I know you like that Amor, let me hear you.”

You had a special power over Mickey Garcia. Everything he held dear resided in your eyes. You were the only one he ever loved, the only one forever on his mind.

“Yesss—baby, like that right there, right there.” You were giving in, giving yourself over completely to Mickey who lapped away at your core and curled his digit tenderly into your velvet walls. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way you arched your back—the way your hands came up to squeeze at your breasts over the silk of your nighty. “Baby—“

“Such a sight.” Mickey snickered against your dripping core as he added another nimble digit to your entrance, revelling in the way you stretched around him, oh so tight. “Love your beautiful pussy mama—fuck you taste so sweet.”

For six weeks Mickey fell asleep to the thought of being between your legs again, thinking of the life he would soon have with you and your unborn child. He was so excited to be a dad—he couldn’t wait. But the news was kept under wraps, he kept those cards close to his chest. Neither of you had told your parents, your extended families, your friends or co-workers. The news that you were expecting was just news that the two of you wanted to bask in together for a little while longer.

“Ohhh yes—!” Your grip tightened in the curls that fell without rhyme or reason on top of Mickey's head as he ate you like you were going out of style. His eyes were on you as his nose pressed against your pubic bone and his fingers filled you perfectly. “Mickey, fuck feels so good!” You squirmed against the mattress under the immense pleasure Mickey's mouth brought you as he gave all his attention to your clit. Those sensitive nurse endings that bundled up to create a pleasure pit, all for him to tantalise and tease. “God I’m getting close, so close baby.”

“Are you Amor?” Mickey teased as he pumped his fingers inside you as he pulled his mouth away from your core. “Is that so?” Mickey Garcia knew how to take his sweet sweet time with you. He knew how to stop and smell the roses, he knew how to enjoy the journey and not just the destination.

“Don’t stop, god please don’t fucking stop Mick—“

“Guess I’m just gonna have to slow things down, take my time and make you unravel bit by pleasurable bit.” He teased as his fingers came to a mere agonising halt inside you. “We don’t wanna rush this, do we Amor?”

It was invigorating, pure ecstasy invaded your bloodstream as your husband came up to press his lips against yours from where he’d been perched between your legs. Hovering above you as he kissed you oh so deeply and with enough love to knock the wind from your lungs as you tasted your sweet sweet self on his tongue.

“I love you so much.” Mickey mumbled as he trailed his lips down your neck and worked a single palm over the strap of your nighty. His raging hard on pressed against your core as he bucked his hips to reveal just an ounce of the pressure. This moment wasn’t about him though, it was all about you. “Missed you so much, thought about you every second of every day.”

“If you really loved me you’d make me cum—“ You teased through a whine of your own as Mickey’s palm fell against your exposed breasts. He pinched softly at the hardened bud of your nipple as he finished trailing languid kisses up and down your neck.

“Is that so?” Mickey asked with a raised eyebrow as he watched you pop your chest further towards him as he played with your nipple. “Such a needy little thing aren’t you?” He teased as you exposed your other breasts—your nighty now fell around your midsection almost completely forgotten as your husband saw yet another opportunity to drive you insane. “Patience really wasn’t your virtue huh Amor?” It felt otherworldly as Mickey wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked a kind of pressure that had your core ignited into flames. Like a hive mind your body ached for him. He couldn’t touch you everywhere all at one like you craved for him.

“Mickey—!” He could hear the desperation in your voice. “Need you, need you so bad.” Mickey could easily blame your desire on the pregnancy hormones that were ravaging your body and brain, but he’d be doing a disservice to the teenage version of himself that sat in geography class pining over the girl who alway sat beside him if he did so.

All Mickey ever wanted in life was you.

“Guess you could twist my arm.” Mickey rolled his eyes as he popped your nipple from his mouth and trailed those same languid and soft kisses down your stomach, settling where he belonged, between your thighs. “What do you say?”

“Please—“ With so much need faced in the lines on your face and in the irises or your eyes, how could Mickey say no. So he said nothing at all as he went back to giving you exactly what you wanted. His mouth on your pussy, lapping away at your nectar that leaked like a faucet that hadn’t been properly turned off. “Oh god yess—that’s it Miguel, that’s it baby eat my fucking pussy.”

It was truly an honour to devour you like this, to witness you unravel and let go of yourself. Mickey in all honesty could do this all day—but listening to your pleasure filled moans echo off the sunkissed walls as warmth slowly began to fill the bedroom that had once been shrouded in darkness was too tempting to not give in and give you what you wanted. What you needed from him. That orgasm you deserved and craved.

Mickey held your knees apart when you tried to close your legs around his head. He lapped away at your core like it would be his last act on ear as you felt that all too familiar feeling start to bubble under the surface.

“Oh yesss! Please Mickey, please make me cum.” The way you asked with such need had Mickey sucking your clit and curling his digits so perfectly the way he knew you liked with such passion and such fire in his actions, that he had you seeing stars. For a split second you forgot how to breath when he looked up at you with dark eyes that told you he wasn’t anywhere near finished with you, that this was just the beginning of a day full of intimacy after six agonising weeks apart. “Yes! Yes! Ahhhh fuck!”

“Cum for me Amor—“ Mickey coaxed you closer to your high, he could tell by the way you tensed and jolted at his touch, how you reacted when he pumped his fingers inside your dripping core as he lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Cum on my face baby, don’t hold back on me.”

How could you ever hold back when your husband was between your thighs, eating you out like he was a starved man in search of nutrition that would sustain him for days on end. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling he brought you, the ever looming orgasm that was about to wash over your entire body like a tsunami—threatening to take you victim yet again as you trembled and quivered and jolted under his touch, his expert tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You balled your fists into the white linen that lined your mattress as the coil finally wound up just enough to have you tittering on the edge of satisfaction. “Oh fuck Mickey, baby—yesss! Ahhh I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cumming—“

It was heavenly after six stressful weeks worrying about your husband. Sure you’d given yourself an orgasm here and there. A few times a week if you could be arsed to do so. But nothing could compare to the orgasm that Mickey Garcia could bring you—nothing compared to the love he had for you that showed in every touch, every moment, every mere second he spent attending to your needs.

“Ohhhhh Mickey fuckkk—“ As you arched your back and rode out the blissful sensation that overcame you entirely, Mickey watched through dark lustful eyes. He couldn’t not. You clenched around his digits hard and trembled against his tongue as your pussy fluttered and thanked him for his service.

“You’re a vision.” Was all Mickey had to say as he watched you ride out and come down from the highest peak of your orgasm. “You’re so beautiful.” Mickey would spend the rest of his life reminding you how beautiful you were inside and out. He told you every day.

“Holy shit I feel like a whole new woman.” You sighed as you relaxed into the mattress, Mickey wasted no time as he mounted you once more, trapping you between strong arms and exposed chest. “Feel like I should return the favour.” You cooed as he kissed you once more with the taste of your orgasm on his tongue. It drove you manic– completely insane as you reached between the two of you to pull back the elastic of his boxer briefs.

“I'd never say no–” Mickey mumbled into your mouth as you slowly but surely worked your palm over his hardened length. He was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his briefs as he bucked his hips into your hand to aid you in the process. “Fuck–”

“I think it's my turn to enjoy my breakfast don't you think baby?” You teased as you pressed the pad of your thumb against Mickey's swollen tip. He oozed pre cum at the thought of your mouth on his cock. Warm and ever so inviting, made for him and only for him. “Switch with me?”

“Yes ma’am.” It never took much to get Mickey where you wanted him. He was after all just a mere mortal man with needs and desires. With ease you were pushing him down onto his back, straddling his waist as your hands roamed up the valley of his chest. The tufted of barely there chest hair drove you crazy– Mickey knew it too. “I'm all yours Amor.”

“I know.” You replied with confidence riddled in your early morning smile as you rocked your hips back and forth slowly a top your husband. “You've always been mine, always will be too.” You drove Mickey insane as you pinned his arms above his head and kissed his neck harshly, just enough to leave a few marks in your wake. “Gonna make you feel real good.”

“I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that.” It made you feel powerful, that you had such a hold on your husband, the father of your unborn child, your best friend. “God Amor, if you keep grinding on me like you are, I swear to you, I'm gonna cum.” It had been so long since Mickey had felt your gentle touch, your loving hold. Six weeks away from you felt like a lifetime and then some. “Not gonna last long at all.”

“S’okay, we’ve got all day.” You teased as you slowly but surely slipped Mickey's length, his erect and throbbing cock inside you, the plan had been to suck him off but this was just too perfect. Watching him wither away underneath you as you took him in inch by inch. “Cum inside me baby, I know you want to.” Mickey had to grit his teeth and clench his jaw to keep himself from busting then and there. He was a goner. “Feels so good.” You sat up as Mickey's hand flew to your hips, helping to guide you up and down his slicked cock with intent to milk him dry. “Fuck–”

“Ohhh ahh fuck, baby, baby, holy shit I’m gonna cum–” To absolutely no surprise Mickey was stilling you as he sat up and wrapped you in his arms. He came so hard it damn near hurt as you rocked your hips in his lap as he spilled inside you. Recreating the same moment that had surely gotten you pregnant in the first place not ten weeks ago. “Fuck fuck fuck oh my god–”

Your bed had never felt warmer, more inviting, more comfortable or more peaceful than it did in the moment as you fell into a heap of twisted limbs with your husband, completely spent.

“For the record Amor, you have always been and will continue to be, my favourite breakfast.” Mickey sighed as he kissed your cheek and held you close to his chest. He missed this, missed you, missed the way you raked your fingernails up his chest and down his side–leaving goosebumps in your wake.

“Consider it continental Miguel.” You replied softly as you thought about the day ahead–spent wrapped in the sheet of your bed with your husband. “It's the most important meal of the day.”

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Trapped

"I can't pull out with your legs wrapped around me like that"

Prompt request from @kmc1989 for my 1K celebration!

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+! MDNI! Smut, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart with your parts)

Ash's 1K Celebration

pure smut below the cut!

Sex and sweat permeated the air. The room was hot, not only because the air conditioning had gone out, but because Mickey was currently buried to the hilt inside of you. His cock dragging against your walls and drawing delicious moans from you with each stroke.

Having sex in the middle of summer in San Diego on your third floor apartment with no a/c probably wasn't the brightest idea, but neither of you could really help it. And neither of you really cared. If you went out from a sex induced heat stroke that was fine by you.

"Mick," you whined, your head lolling to the side when his thumb came into contact with your clit.

"I know baby, me too." A drop of sweat dripped down from his forehead, landing in the mess of your hair splayed out on the pillow beneath you.

Another well aimed thrust had your legs circling his waist, locking at your ankles to keep him as deep inside of you as you could.

You could feel he was close, the way his cock twitched.

"Babe, I can't pull out," he huffed, trying to stave off his impending orgasm which in turn staved off your own. "Gotta unwrap your legs." You pouted and whined again, but relented, unwrapping your legs.

"Fuck it," Mickey grunted and put your legs right back. "I wanna fill you up."

You grinned and locked your ankles, bucking your hips up to meet his own. "Fill me up daddy."

#ash hits 1k #seresinsbabe 1k celebration #mickey fanboy garcia #mickey garcia fanboy #tgm fanboy #tgm smut #mickey fanboy garcia smut #mickey garcia smut #fanboy x reader #fanboy x you #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia x you #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x you

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moonlight-prose · 7 months

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✧ FANTASY ✧

a/n: so out of all the fics i've written so far i particularly love this one a lot. probably because it's with fanboy and he continues to hold a whole section of my heart to himself. it's not as filthy as all the other prompts i have written, but i love it. enjoy!

day two - photos | kinktober 2023

summary: "but this—you dressed in all black and lace to match—was more than he could have hoped for. you were a dream come true—a fantasy he was lucky enough to have right in front of him."

word count: 1.3k+

pairing: mickey 'fanboy' garcia x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, dirty photos, face fucking, oral (m receiving), cumeating, mickey being cocky.

The familiar click of your Polaroid camera echoed through the room as you lay there. Remaining as still as humanly possible to achieve the perfect vision in his mind. A sight he claimed he could see clearer than he saw the clouds when he was mid flight. You wanted to tell him he was simply trying to flatter you. An act he always partook in. But this time was different.

This time…he knew how he wanted you.

The sheer black gloves you wore were pulled up to your elbows, matching your pretty and delicate thigh highs. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated you in the darkness of your shared bedroom—your body stretched across the bed exactly how he desired. Every minute detail in his head now displayed before him like a piece of fucking art.

“Mi vida,” he said softly, drawing your attention to him—your lips parting at the sight of his dark eyes now blown wide with lust. “Perfecta.”

You grinned, stretching your leg out, your shiny patent black heel shifting to press against his bare chest. Mickey swallowed thickly, his eyes drinking you in—struggling to hold himself back from finally taking you. He said he wanted pictures for when he was gone. When all he had was his hand and the mental image of you.

But this—you dressed in all black and lace to match—was more than he could have hoped for. You were a dream come true—a fantasy he was lucky enough to have right in front of him.

“Are you going to take the picture mi amor? Or are you going to keep staring?” you teased softly—your eyes trailing down to the gray sweatpants he wore that were slung low on his hips. The happy trail you’d kissed to lovingly an hour before now on full display.

He grinned. Positioning the camera back up to his eyeline, he gave you a moment to fix the lens with a stare that was proven to rile him up, before pressing down on the small button. The echo of the film being spit out—developing slowly—sent chills down your spine. Your body reacting in a way it hadn’t before. There was something about knowing what would happen to these photos that sent another wave of slick pouring into your already thin panties.

“Wanna try something,” you said softly, shifting to your knees and watching as he trailed his eyes down the length of your body.

If there’s one thing you knew for certain it was this. Whenever you were with Mickey, you felt like the only person in the world. As if everything faded away until eventually it was just you and him and your shared bedroom, existing on a plane away from everything and everyone. You wanted to stay there. Sink into the sheet, spread your legs, and feel him fill you as he’d done a hundred times before.

But the need to rile him up even further won the battle in your head.

Smiling softly, you reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, dipping your hand beneath the surface and watching him gulp in a lungful of air. His body shuddered when your hand slid along his already hard and leaking cock. You hadn’t even touched him completely, yet he was already this far gone. Entirely ready to cum with just a few gentle strokes and whispered words of praise.

“Ah fuck—” he sucked in another breath, his mouth parting—a groan falling past his plush lips. “Baby I won’t last if you keep—shit—”

Pressing a kiss to his chest, you grinned at the stain of red lipstick that was left behind on his already flushed skin. “You don’t need to last.”

“But I want to…”

“Shh,” you breathed, stroking him softly and allowing him to buck into your hand. “Just get ready to shoot, yeah?”

He nodded, fumbling with the camera as you tugged his sweatpants down until they were around his thighs. A raspy moan echoed in your ears when you leaned down, wrapping your painted lips around the head of his cock. Licking up what had started to bead up at the top.

“Oh fuck,” he panted, his eyes wide in awe—watching intently as you took him into your mouth, positioning yourself to show the expanse of your body.

Blinking up at him, you raised an eyebrow, seeing the understanding quickly spread across his face. If the photos were for him to find some semblance of release when he was away, then you would give him something to remember you by. An image that would no doubt be burned into his brain by the time he came back to you.

Mickey’s hands shook slightly as he held up the camera, the image of you sucking on his cock too much for his already lust addled brain. If you weren’t careful he would cum long before he even got a chance to be inside you. Yet the way you were pumping your hand, stimulating him in just the right way, told him that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Okay,” he muttered to himself, trying not to completely ruin this shot for either of you. He was a man who could handle high risk situations in mid air. Yet his cock in the wet heat of your mouth turned him into a complete and utter mess.

Mickey wasn’t sure how you did it. What spell you cast over him, but it certainly was working.

He clicked the button and both of you watched the film begin to slowly slide out of the bottom. The picture a blank white canvas for now. But he wasn’t concerned with watching it develop. Shit he could barely stand to not cum all over your hand at this moment. Gathering the photos and the camera, he shoved them over to the other side of the bed. He’d worry about them later. Right now you were doubling down on your efforts to bring him to a fast and mind numbing orgasm.

“Fuck baby,” he grunted, thrusting into your mouth and feeling your throat constrict around him. “Gonna cum if you keep that up.”

Your lips quirked up slightly, hand shifting down to cup his balls—tugging on them gently. The fact that you could barely breathe wasn’t a concern to you. Not when Mickey was gripping the back of your head, guiding your movements how he wanted—his pupils nearly swallowing the brown of his irises. A broken sound tore from his chest, his stomach flexing with every thrust, and all it took was you taking him just a little bit more down your throat to send him flying over the edge.

He spurted into your mouth with a pained grunt, his body arching forward into himself; a string of curse words spilling from his lips. And you swallowed every last drop. Sucking along his cock to make sure nothing remained, until he was pulling you up and slotting his lips roughly against yours.

“I should have taken a picture of that,” you gasped, smiling when his hands practically ripped at the lace of your panties. “Could have kept it for when you’re away.”

Something rumbled low and dark in his chest, his hands gripping your thighs painfully as he pushed you back into the mattress. The thought of you getting off to a picture of him made his spent cock twitch again—seeking out the warmth he could only find when he was buried deep within you. Grabbing for the camera, he practically shoved it into your hands, flipping the both of you until he was the one on his back.

A sly smile spreading across his lips.

“Yeah?” he taunted, sliding his thumb to your clit and watching in rapture as your entire body shivered. “Get ready to shoot then mi vida.”

#mickey 'fanboy' garcia #fanboy x f!reader #fanboy x you #fanboy smut #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia x you #mickey garcia x y/n #mickey garcia smut #top gun: maverick #my writing #kinktober 2023

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poge-life · 2 years

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Top Gun: Maverick P!links

characters: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Mickey ‘FanBoy’ Garcia, and Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado

warning: these links are from porn accounts on twitter so mdni!

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Bob throat fucking you

dom!Bob fucking you on the couch

Bob creampies you

facesitting with sub!bob

overstim punishment with dom!bob

Jake ‘Seresin’ Hangman

riding Jake’s face

meandom!Jake doggy style

deep throating Jake when he get home

first time with Jake

reverse cowgirl

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

fucking in the backseat of the bronco

riding Bradley

reverse cowgirl

dom!bradley overstim

meandom!Bradley doggy style

Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia

dom!Mickey fucking you while you’re on top

sucking Mickey’s dick outside

creampie with Mickey

Mickey teasing you with his fingers

dom!Mickey fucking you hard

Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado

Throat Fucking

Backshots with Javy

Javy spanking you

dom!Javy fucking you hard

Javy fucking you on the couch

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rae-gar-targaryen · 1 year

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sin adorno o flores | without decoration or flowers [mickey "fanboy" garcia x fem!reader]

Summary: Some soapy, sinful sweetness in the bathtub with Fanboy. (Thanks to @fanboys-fangirl for this one).

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x fem!civilian!reader (aka “Cielo;” as always no use of y/n – my readers are written ambiguous, but with a latina!reader in mind.)

Warnings: improbable bathtub shenanigans, adult content so 18+, fingering, allusions to smut, it’s unedited and probably terrible please don’t disown me.

Word Count: 1.7k of a sudsy, sexy solution to insomnia.

Neither of you were immune to a sleepless night here and there.

Mickey knew you were prone to late night bouts of inspiration, slipping from your bedsheets to go draw. Prising yourself from his arms and leaving him with the lingering heat of your skin against his, dreams of sunlight and artist’s graceful hands dancing in his head.

And he would sometimes wake, the anxious itch that he had overslept or missed his alarm causing him to jolt awake at 2 a.m., damning him to spend the remainder of the witching hour tossing and turning. Restless nights when he was away were spent with wisps of you in his arms, in the form of imagination. Longing for the feel of your skin against his, despite damnable distance.

Even when he was home, sleep had a funny way of remaining elusive. Blame it on jet lag. Blame it on adrenaline. Blame it on the thoughts running a mile a minute in his head, the way the sky blurs past the canopy of his jet, an ocean of streaking, rolling blue.

Mickey's thoughts are muddled as he slips from your shared bed, careful not to disturb you as you continue to snooze on -- and were you dreaming of him? Your thoughts spinning, spilling into your pillow to piece together from dreams into shareable thoughts when you wake, an easy smile detectable on your lips through the 2 a.m. hazy spell of the room.

Mickey creeps into the ensuite bathroom, cursing the transition of cold hardwood beneath his feet to cold tile as he shuts the door behind him and makes his way over to the tub -- cranking the brass tap and praying that the sudden rumble of water into the porcelain isn't enough to disturb your sleep.

You had a long day, after all. While Mickey played COD with Payback, you had worked. Taking nonstop calls from your project manager.

And you had still made time to make dinner. Mickey had helped, of course – If by help, you counted him slipping his hands along your waist as he crept up behind you while waiting for the pasta to boil. The warmth of his hands flooding through the thin fabric of your t-shirt, improbably unstoppable. His lips meeting your neck in a teasing peck, humming into your skin like tickling, tufty bee’s wings, as he watched you stir the noodles.

“You’re not getting out of heating the sauce,” you admonished, turning in his arm to press a kiss to his lips, all scorn in your voice absent in favor of a lilting tease.

“Baby,” he rumbled. “I’ll heat up every jar of alfredo I can find if you make that mean little wrinkle with your eyebrows at me again.”

You frowned.

“That’s the one,” he kissed your cheek. “Gets me hot.”

And after dinner, you’d had to go back to your project – promises of devilish downtime with your boyfriend crumbling as the evening wore on, and the two of you had gone to bed.

Now, while he waited for the tub to fill, Mickey lit your large basin candle on the stand near the tub, the smell of cinnamon and oranges instantaneously filling his nose, washing him in warm sweetness as he dropped some of your honey-oat bath milk into the tub, watching it froth and foam. He eased himself into the tub, urging his mind to sooth as the warm water seeped and danced over his skin.

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The slicing splash of water from the other side of the bathroom door meets your ears, stirring you from lavender hued dreams of warm smiles, tanned skin, and inky curls. Of the skimming skate of warm palms rasping up the skin of your arms and shoulders. Cupping your jaw. Of the hazy promise of a kiss, even in your dreams, as smiling lips danced along yours.

It was such a good dream.

You turned in your sheets, hands seeking hands in the darkness of your room, eager to make your dream a reality --

Only to find that his side of the bed was empty. Hm.

The tinkling trail of water dripping into the tub met your ears once more, prompting you to ease out of bed and make your way to the bathroom.

Opening the door to be met with the sight of your beloved -- his curls, which had grown out since his return home, pulled back into a bun, a loose tendril sticking to his forehead, frizzing slightly at the steaming heat of the bathwater.

And it was staggering, you thought, how he managed to steal the breath from your lungs each time, after all this time, like some sort of clever trick. One that he would never share.

"A magician never reveals their secrets, Cielo," he would tease.

But he looked magical now, you thought. The golden glow of your single candle splashing across the exposed tawny skin of his arms, resting against the porcelain curve of the tub. His eyes closed and head tilted back as he rested in the warm, soapy water.

He cracked an eye open, as though greeting you with a sleepy wink -- still cheeky, even when exhausted. His lips curling into a smile as he took in your form in the doorway.

"Couldn't sleep?" You murmured, your footsteps silent over the tile as you made your way to the side of the tub.

Mickey groaned in response.

"Hmm, no." He opened both eyes now, sitting up and allowing the soapy bubbles that had rested there to slip their way down his chest with the movement.

"Do you want to talk about it? Or just a restless night?" You eased, crouching beside the tub and allowing your arm to drape over the side. You trailed your fingers through the water, admiring the trails you cut through the soapy water, before glancing up to lock eyes with your beloved.

“Just a tough night to sleep,” he shrugged. “But this is helping. You should go back to sleep, Cielo. I’ll be back in in a bit.”

“Well I’m awake now,” you huffed in mock consternation, allowing your brow to crease in the sexy little frown he had teased you for before. You reached for his hand, lacing his fingers through yours. “I suppose,” you pressed your lips to each fingertip between your words. “I could join you?”

Mickey nodded, swallowing heavily in his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing as he took in the sight of you, standing now to step into the tub. His hand still joined with yours, he guided you into the water as you were, still clothed in your loose, soft sleeping t-shirt and white panties.

You eased your way down with Mickey’s guidance, coming to rest between his legs, the feel of his firm chest pressing into your back through the damp shirt now sticking to your skin. You rested your head against his shoulder, sighing at the feel of being held once more.

“Relaxed?” you asked, tilting your head to look back and up at him, only to find his gaze already upon you.

His irises were the slow drip of honeyed bourbon, swirling, in the dim glow of your bathroom by candlelight as he took you in. His gaze blazing along your skin, taking in the sight of the rise and fall of your chest, your nipples visible through the thin dampness of your t-shirt as it clung to you.

“No,” Mickey bit, reaching for you and allowing his hands to slip, obscured beneath the soapy water to toy with the elastic of your panties at your waist. Gripping your skin beneath your shirt as he allowed the water to assist, turning you in his lap to face him. Your chest now pressed against his.

Mickey’s lips met yours, a euphoric rush of sweltering sin as he nipped your lower lip. Easing your lips to part with heat and bite as he slid his tongue into your mouth, one hand at the back of your neck and one at the curve of the small of your back, keeping your hips pressed to his.

He released your lips from his, his eyes taking you in, wild and wanton – the sections of hair dampened by his touch, your kiss-swollen lips. Your blown, doe-eyes glimmering like bottle-glass in the dim light of the bathroom. He reveled in the feel of the rise and fall of your chest as against his, the feel of your pebbled nipples. Of the now-soaked shirt clinging to your every dip and curve.

“Gonna kiss me again, Romeo?” you asked, breathlessly.

Mickey smiled, a fox’s grin. He parted his legs further, pressing them against the edges of the edges of the porcelain, allowing you to fill the space as he wrapped his arms fully around you, his hands spanning against your back. Pushing your shirt like tissue paper up and exposing more of your damp, glistening skin to his gaze as he brought his lips to yours once more.

Using his leverage as he leaned back into the tub, bringing you with him, slipping up his body from your space between his legs. Your panties soaked through and clinging to you as you rolled your hips, begging for some friction as he continued to kiss you.

You brought your hands up the firm plane of his chest, allowing them to rest there as you parted your lips from his, taking in the glow-lit sight of your beloved below you.

And there it was again, you thought. The magician’s trick.

Mickey was still smirking at you through lust-blown eyes as one of his hands wandered from the small of your back. One hand to your neck as he kissed you again, tugging at the collar of your t-shirt, tugging it aside to press a kiss to your collarbone, a sly, sensational little thing – the feeling of his lips on your skin. The other hand moved toward your waist, inching toward your center, a thick finger snapping the waist of your panties against your slick, heated skin, the action muffled by the warm-but-cooling bathwater. He slid his down the front of your panties, a thick finger running along your wet slit, purposeful and cruel.

You tilted your head back at the feeling of his fingers at your center, sweet and firm, causing your eyes to flutter shut and your lips to part, the attention rendering the fluttering feeling between your thighs giving way to full, pulsing ache.

Mickey paused to take in the sight of you – of the bubbles trailing along your skin, glinting in the candlelight.

The sloshing water met your ears as Mickey shifted beneath you, sitting up more fully to guide your lips into a kiss once more as he eased a finger inside of you, stroking you gently as the water continued to roll with the motion.

“M,” you gasped, using your hands still pressed to his chest to push away, “Don’t take this the wrong way,” you rolled your hips against his hand once, a cracked-glass moan catching in your throat as the curve of his finger inside of you caused you to throb. “But we’ve gotta stop.”

Mickey’s brow creased at your words, a mild frown of his own playing on his shadow-danced features as you gently guided his hand from you with a gentle grip on his wrist.

On shaky, Bambi legs, you made to stand – Mickey’s wrist still gripped in yours as you stepped out of the tub and onto the plush bath mat.

“Cielo, if this is some kind of game,” Mickey’s eyes followed you as you went, doing his best to keep the minor crack of desperation from his voice. You weren’t the only one aching by now, after all …

“No game,” you guided Mickey to stand in the tub, removing your grip from his to bring your hands to your own waist. With a traipsing trip, you hooked your fingers through the waistband of your panties, allowing the damp fabric to roll as you guided it down your legs to step out of them, kicking them to the side. “No trick,” you assured.

You helped Mickey step from the tub, his body pressed to yours as you both stood on the plush rectangle of the bath mat. You glanced up at him through your lashes, guiding his hand to cup your jaw. Turning your face slightly in his grip, you allowed your lips to follow, sucking his thumb lightly as you kept your heated gaze locked on his…

Reveling in the visible swallow in his throat at the feeling of your lips around him. In the way the candlelight made the peaks of his high cheekbones look somehow finer. As though your love was made of spun gold and the liquid aureate drip of the late-afternoon winter sun.

“I know just how to help you sleep,” you murmured, leading him from your bathroom back to the bedroom and guiding him down onto the sheets – dampness be damned.

Mickey had his tricks, sure. But so did you.

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mothdruid · 10 months

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Gym Bloom

Synopsis.

You weren't fully aware of what to expect. Yeah, your friend has mentioned to you this gym that has an interesting method of exercise. She has warned you about it, filled you all in on the details. The training was very rigorous and intense sex sessions. What you hadn't expected was all the trainers to become so involved in your training sessions.

Warnings.

This series is intended for only those who are 18 or older. If you are a minor, buzz off. Each chapter will have its own warnings on top of the series warnings. SMUT, SMUT, AND SMUT.

Author's Note.

Hi, this is a series about just fucking all of the dagger squad cause I'm a horny bitch.

First Session- Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

#the dagger squad #bradley bradshaw #jake seresin #bob floyd #javy machado #natasha trace #reuben fitch #mickey garcia #bradley bradshaw smut #jake seresin smut #bob floyd smut #javy machado smut #natasha trace smut #reuben fitch smut #mickey garcia smut #top gun smut

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spidervee · 1 year

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mirror sex, u choose the man😵‍💫

ooh, a fun choose-your-own-adventure type thing let’s do it 🌻

the top gun crew and mirror sex! -> 18+ only! assorted kinks (a bit of voyeurism, edging, daddy kink, phone/video sex; hair-pulling, etc.); fem!reader; not edited not sorry

jake “hangman” seresin

is an absolute menace and loves fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror

you’re getting ready to go out? brushing your teeth first thing in the morning, doing a quick arm pit check in the mirror? forget it, he’s bending you over and pulling your pants down/skirt up

he’d totally pull your hair back so you could watch yourself fall apart on him

and he leans super close over you to whisper dirty things in your ear, hiking your leg up on the counter so he can get deeper

everytime you go to windex that mirror, you get hot and bothered because there’s always fingerprints on it…

bradley “rooster” bradshaw

discovers he likes to watch in the mirror completely on accident when the two of you are going at it so wildly (he’s just back from a three-month stint overseas) that you tumble from the bed

and land in front of the standing mirror that’s tucked into the corner of your room, facing the opposite wall

bradley doesn’t really notice the mirror until he catches a glimpse of you bouncing on his cock in the reflection and he cums pretty quickly after that

you better believe that mirror finds a new permanent home right at the foot of your bed

new kink unlocked? yes. especially when bradley decides that windows totally count as reflective surfaces and your apartment is fourteen floors up and faces a park, so…

mickey “fanboy” garcia

totally not a fantasy he’s had since his teenage years…except it most definitely is, who does that boy think he’s fooling?

when he brings up wanting to watch himself fuck you from behind for the first time, he’s pretty shy because he was your first not all that long ago and what if it puts you off?

but damn if the thought of getting to see his face while he takes you like that doesn’t make your thighs clench together

you can’t stop watching his reflection and he doesn’t break eye contact with you through the mirror even as he’s groaning your name and filling you up

robert “bob” floyd

bob fucks

he knows what he likes and he knows he likes seeing your entire body splayed out for him so he absolutely loves mirrors

he’s deployed and when he finally gets the chance to video chat with you, he’s rock hard when he sees that you’ve made a little set up, camera behind you, facing the floor mirror…in his bedroom

because of course you let yourself in to his place for this

and of course you’re a whimpering mess the moment he tells you to put your hand between your legs

and of course he loves that he can see everything from the top of your head to the tips of your toes as they curl in delight

javy “coyote” machado

long and lazy afternoons spent with your back pressed to his chest, his ankles hooked inside your own, keeping your legs spread wide as he touches you

you can barely stand to look because javy is such a fucking tease and even if you could keep your eyes open, there’s tears blurring your vision

the way he makes you watch his fingers trail up the inside of one thigh and down the other, just skating over where you want him most

the way you can see yourself clench around nothing every time he denies you

but damn if it isn’t all worth it when he pulls you into his lap and makes you call him daddy

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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what happens when Mickey grows his hair out...

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Fem!Reader

Summary: some snippets of moments between you two when Mickey grows his hair out

warnings: oral (fem receiving), mickey like his hair pulled, mentions of smut

You loved when Mickey took leave for many reasons. He’d be home for a few weeks, being able to see his face every morning and late-night movie marathons in your shared bed or on the couch. There was one thing you enjoyed the most: his hair. Mickey’s hair grew faster than the weeds in your front yard. In a couple of short weeks, his buzz cut transformed into a beautiful head of jet black curls.

The moment he walked into the kitchen he saw that look in your eye, “You good, mi amor?” he chuckled as he walked to the fridge, tilting the brim of his baseball cap.

“Take it off, Mickey,” you told him, your grin widening.

He turned around, confusion written all over his face. His deep brown eyes watched as your eyes flickered from his face up to his head. The wso smirked and sauntered over to you, placing his arms on the sides of the counter to cage you in. reaching up, you pulled the dark blue hat off to let his short curls spill from the top. “Love when your hair’s like this,” you bit back a small moan as you carded your fingers through the soft locks of hair.

Mickey thought his hair was a struggle when he grew it out. He no longer could use his beloved 2-n-1 that you two playfully bickered about all the time, it kept getting in his face and tickling his forehead. Yet he put up with it for you, seeing your face light up when he stepped out of the shower with the wet curls stuck to his face and how you’d laugh when it tickled your nose when he hovered over you.

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“Can I braid it?” you asked one night while he had his head in your lap, his favorite movie on the tv in front of you. Mickey smiled and fanned out his hair over your thighs.

“Sure, cariño,” he hummed, his attention still on the tv.

You could do this for hours, running your hands through his soft hair and braiding small sections before undoing it just to do it all over again. Sometimes Mickey would fall asleep to the feeling of your fingernails gently scraping his scalp, one of the few times he felt totally and completely relaxed.

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Mickey hated to admit he liked the attention to his hair, made his head all nice and fuzzy when you touched it.

“Baby,” he sang as he walked out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips.

“Hmm?” you looked up from your phone, breaking out into a smile as he sheepishly looked at you from the foot of the bed.

He pressed the back of the brush to his nose and looked at you with big eyes, “Will you brush my hair?”

Giggling, you sat up straight and pulled him into your lap, ignoring how wet your shirt was getting. He sat up straight, goosebumps covering his tan skin as you drag the brush through his damp hair. “You used the good stuff,” you remarked happily as you smelled the product in his hair, leaning forward to kiss his bare shoulder.

“Shampoo…and conditioner.” He was so proud of himself.

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One of your favorite parts of his longer hair was in the middle of the night when his head was buried between your thighs. “Mickey, please,” you whined, your hips rising off the bed. He used his hands to pull them back down, his fingertips leaving tiny bruises which you had hoped for.

“I’m taking my time,” he hummed against your core, the vibrations making you cry out. Your fingers curled and flexed at your sides as he ate you out like it was his last meal, tongue flicking relentlessly on your folds but purposely missing the spot you needed him the most. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate and needy for me, cariño,” he cooed, lifting his head and pushing back his hair. Eyes on you as he went back down.

With another small desperate whine, you tangled your hand in his hair and gave it a rough tug. “Mickey, please, please. Make me cum,” you begged. He let out a pleasure-filled groan as your grip on his hair tightened. He let your hand guide him upward, tugging hard as his lips finally covered your throbbing clit.

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Having his hair pulled was something he didn’t know he liked, but he craved it. It was the perfect sensation to push him over the edge. His warm body pressed against yours as his hips pistoned, mumbling noncoherent things into your neck. “W-what?” you panted, nails deep into his back.

“Pull my hair—’m so close,” he moaned pathetically into your ear. You bit down on his shoulder and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling hard enough that he threw his head back and spilled inside you.

—

When his leave came to an end, you looked at him longingly when he came home from the barbershop. His curls were gone but he left just a little on the top for you to play with, “Do I still look ok?” he asked as he wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met, Garcia. With or without the hair.”

#mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia x you #mickey garcia imagine #mickey garcia smut #fanboy x reader #fanboy x you #fanboy imagine #fanboy garcia #top gun #top gun maverick #danny ramirez

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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the cure for a bad day.

mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia x reader.

￫ description: mickey comes home wound tighter than ever and he’s looking for a sweet release.

￫ word count: 900.

￫ c/w: oral (m!receiving), blowjobs, deep throating, face fucking, praise, kissing and swearing.

￫ a/n: a while back i asked a question, “who would laugh out of pure joy after they got a really good blowjob?” and mickey was the common consensus, so this is the result! this is part of my 3.5K celly here! my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

The warmth of Mickey’s dark amber eyes were on you as you ran your hand up and over his shaft, giving it a couple of strokes with your own spit. You watched intently as his own gaze faltered with his eyelashes fluttering open and close. Mickey wanted to hold your gaze because your piercing eyes were drawing him under, but the sight and feel of your plush lips wrapping around his head and sinking further down his shaft, made him throw his head back completely in defeat.

He let out a long and strained groan. It came from deep within his torso, with the stress of today’s training leaving his body with every run of your lips over his cock. He let his body sink deeper into the blissful sensation before picking his head back up and looking down at you. Your eyes flicked back up to him and Mickey let out another grunt, followed by his praise. “Fucking hell, my angel.” He nestled his hands into your hair and gripped onto it tightly to tug on the roots. From the hold he had on you, he was able to guide your mouth rhythmically up and down his cock.

His day was shit, for lack of better word and when you offered to make it better for him, Mickey’s cock twitched beaten his flight suit, too exhausted to change on base. He was already feeling tightly wound and he knew it wasn’t going to take much movement from your slick mouth to bring him close to the edge.

Your hand came up to gently cradle at his balls. You gave them a gentle squeeze and rolled them in the palm of your hand. A gasp, followed by another guttural groan left Mickey’s throat. It always made your cunt clench around nothing at how low and deep Mickey’s moans became in the throws of pleasure.

His hips stuttered at the feeling of your nimble hand and he jerked his hips closer, pushing his painfully hard cock further down your throat. His tip hit the back of your throat and you let out a crude sounding gag in response. “Shit, baby!” Mickey’s head was thrown back again. The feeling was all consuming and he was putty in your hands. Although Mickey’s own hands were still tightly buried in your hair, you were now close enough to his pelvis that you could control your own strokes.

You pushed to the last inch of Mickey’s cock and your nose finally met his dark curls. You spluttered on the size of him and your jaw twinged with the first signs of aching. Through all the throat training you’d gone through, you still hadn’t grown accustomed to his size. However, you remembered to breathe steady through your nose, which was the most important thing Mickey had taught you.

You pushed your mouth over the last remaining inches of his length and he praised you for doing so. “That’s it, good girl.” You let your jaw relax and swallow responsively around him. The collection of saliva in your mouth started to drool out the corners and drip down onto your thighs as you knelt on your living room floor.

“Jesus, my sweet angel. I’m not gon’ hold on much longer, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

The sweet encouragement from Mickey was all you needed to push through a couple of lasting sucks. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat and that’s when you felt him twitch in your warm mouth.

“Shit, shit, shit. Baby angel, I’m gon’ come.” Mickey’s chest was rising and falling rapidly with heavy pants. Strangled groans left his mouth repeatedly, followed by your name as you pushed him over the precipice. His hips chased after his own orgasm and he thrusted down your throat further than before.

Mickey was using your mouth to let out his own frustration however he wanted and it made you dizzy. Your cunt clenched around nothing again and you moaned desperately around him. It was muffled, but the vibrations went straight through to Mickey and you could finally taste his salty cum spilling down your throat.

“That’s it, angel. Take it, take my cum. Good girl.” Mickey choked out as he caught up with his own high. You swallowed a handful more times to get his warm spend down you, before pulling off his shaft inch by inch. You came off with a satisfying, ‘pop’ and a trail of spit mixed with his cum connecting from your bottom lip to the head of his softening cock.

His hands un-tangled from your hair and they rested behind his head. He leaned back onto the sofa. Normally, Mickey would follow with a string of praises and ask to pleasure you next, but on this occasion all that met your eyes and ears was Mickey letting out a huff of laughter. His hands came back to cover his face and he followed with another string of belly aching laughter. His release was clearly well needed and you had a prideful smile on your face, all due to the fact that you could reduce your sweet boy to a puddle of pleasure induced laughter.

The giggles subsided and Mickey leant down to cup your warm cheeks in his hands, ducking down to place a soft kiss to your lips. “That felt so good, you have no idea, my sweet angel. Thank you.”

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rhettabbotts · 1 year

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Hi Shelby! Congrats on 1.2k! Could I request “come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” with Mickey?! I feel like he doesn’t get enough love!!

one sunny afternoon - mickey garcia

pairing: mickey ‘fanboy’ garcia x fiancée!reader

summary: mickey surprises you by coming home a few days early.

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only. SMUT. oral (f receiving). face sitting. mickey is a total sweetheart. fluff.

If your neighbors heard your rendition of Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody,” you couldn’t care. You tidied up your apartment, anxiously awaiting Mickey’s arrival in a few days. He had been gone for eight months this time and you swore it never got any easier.

The wedding was fast approaching and it was hard trying to make decisions without him. He tried to help as much as he could, picking out color palettes and floral arrangements through email was not ideal but it worked.

Cleaning was a way to distract yourself from missing Mickey. Playing your reception playlist on the other hand, not so much. Tears welled up in your eyes and an overwhelming feeling washed over you. A cool breeze blew through the open windows, making you stop for a second to take a deep breath. He was coming home to you, you were getting married to the love of your life, and everything was fine.

Your tabby cat, Bella, nuzzled against your leg as you stood in the middle of the living room. You bent down to scratch at the top of her head, smiling to yourself as she purred loudly. You returned to the task at hand, blasting the music and not paying attention to the man who had just entered your door.

Mickey stood there and watched you dance around the living room, using the mop handle as a makeshift microphone. He dropped his duffle and the noise made you jump. And then you let out a shriek. Your eyes widened and time froze. He was home early. He was here. It took your brain nearly ten seconds to register that he was real and you launched yourself toward him.

Wrapping you up in his arms felt like home. Sure, the apartment you shared was your dwelling place but you - you were his everything. It had been a long, long eight months. You stayed in his arms for a good while, wetting his shirt collar with your tears.

“You’re home. You’re finally home,” you mumbled into his neck, squeezing him that much tighter.

“I’m here, mi amor. I came home to you just like I promised,” Mickey said, pressing a longing kiss to your temple.

You eventually pulled away, taking in your fiance. His hair had grown out a bit, floppy curls now rested atop his head. A goatee now adorned his face and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in for a kiss. It started innocently but soon turned desperate. The facial hair tickled your chin and upper lip, causing you to smile.

“Mickey,” your voice came out barely above a whisper, “missed you so much.”

Your fingertips trailed up his spine and into his dark, curly locks. He sighed passionately at the feeling of you tugging against his scalp. You kissed along his sharp jawline, nipping at his earlobe before moving your way down to the spot on his neck that made him putty in your hands.

You didn’t waste much time moving to the bedroom, you wanted to give him a proper welcome home. But Mickey had other ideas. He laid himself out on the mattress, settling into the pillows on his side of the bed, and reached out for your hand.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he said, tone thick with desire.

“How do you want me?”

“Come and sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you.”

His words knocked the breath out of you. That was something you had never tried before. You had thought about it but never mentioned it. His grip tightened against your palm, signaling you to look him in the eyes.

“If you don’t want, that’s okay,” he said timidly.

You instantly shook your head. You wanted to, oh god you really wanted to but-

“What if I suffocate you,” you inquired.

“Then I’d die a happy man,” he quipped back, a lopsided grin forming on his face.

You gave him a look of seriousness and he pulled you closer. His hands found purchase on your hips, thumbs brushing over the sliver of skin from where your shirt had ridden up. He leaned forward to press his forehead into your stomach.

“I want to treat you, love. I’ve thought about nothing else but your sweet taste on my tongue for the past eight months. Please, ride my face. Use me. Give me a reason to never leave your side again,” his chocolate-brown eyes pleaded.

Your skin burned and there was a fiery ache between your thighs. Placing a hand on the middle of his chest you pushed back into his former position on the mattress. You slipped out of your shorts and underwear, smiling shyly at the low whistle he let out. His hands traveled over every part of your lower half. Up your thighs, grabbing handfuls of your ass and hips, tracing your spine.

You wanted him to tease you but you were both too desperate for that. He jerked you forward, tugging at you until you were hovering above his waiting mouth.

“Sit,” he uttered.

You followed orders, gripping the headboard and settling down on Mickey’s lips. He tongued at your clit lazily, drawing out random shapes and you swore you could feel him making the motion of the letter M repeatedly. Your hips moved on their own accord, chasing the feeling of his wet muscle against your swollen bud.

He moaned at your taste, like he was in the desert and he had water for the first time in months. You slipped one hand from the headboard to drag your fingers through his hair and tugged harshly. You rode his face sloppily, needing that release you craved.

Mickey couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your head was thrown back towards the ceiling and you were whimpering his name like a praise, like it was the only word you knew. Your chest heaved with exertion. His hands trailed up your sides and plucked your hardened nipples. You moaned wantonly, grinding down that much harder.

“Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, oh-“ you keened as he thrusted his tongue into your dripping hole. It was messy and desperate and you couldn’t hold on much longer. You looked down into your lover’s eyes as you quickly approached your peak.

He mumbled something against your pussy, but you couldn’t make it out due to the ringing in your ears. You could only assume it was him telling you to let go, to cum on his tongue. And you did. It shook you to your core, your thighs tightened around his skull and your back bowed. High pitched moans escaped your throat as you rode out your orgasm.

Mickey continued his ministrations with small kitten licks until you were pulling him away from your oversensitive cunt. He had a satiated grin on his glistening face. Your wetness drenched his lips and chin, clinging to the facial hair. You shuffled down his body, slamming your mouth onto his own, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Told you I missed you,” he said as you pulled away to swipe your thumb over his bottom lip. He busted out into a full blown smile, perfect teeth on display.

“If you’re gonna do that every time you come home, maybe you need to leave more often.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Now, let me show you how much I missed you, baby,” you said as you slipped your hand under his white shirt to trail over his toned abs. You had no intentions of getting out of the bed anytime soon.

#shelby’s sleepover #mickey garcia #mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy #mickey garcia x reader #mickey garcia smut #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia smut

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foreverrandomwritings · 8 months

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Two Turns Into Three

Summary:You and your boyfriend Fanboy propostion your close friend Bob with a threesome request.

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader (Reaper) x Robert "Bob" Floyd

Warnings: Explicit, Threesome (m/m/f), Masturbation, strap on anal, FanboyxBob anal, kinks, dildo, kissing, praise kink, fingering, a little bit of nerves, MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

Word count:3643

Masterlist

A/N:Written as a sequel to Schoolboy Crush but can be read alone. Written for @sushiwriterhere threesomeissance challenge.

You and Fanboy had been dating for about three and a half months when the topic of kinks and fantasies came up. The relationship had been a slow one at the start. He had finally gotten the courage to ask you out after months of showing up to your Nerds United store. You had built a good rapport with him over those months and had even played some video games with him occasionally after swapping gamer tags before he had popped the question. Then about two weeks into you officially dating he had gone onto a three week long mission.

Neither of you wanted to rush into that level of intimacy before he left so you had waited until he had gotten back to have your first time together. You both enjoyed each other immensely and had a great time with each other since then. But even though things were going great there were still some things you wanted to try. After a day at a convention with Mickey and a certain glasses wearing aviator, you had dropped Bob at home. Which wasn’t abnormal, he spent occasional time with you guys. Going to D&D nights, going to movies or even conventions with you both. You both somehow got onto the topic of a threesome on your way back to your apartment.

The first time you had seen Bob, Mickey had dragged him into your store. It was while you were both still friends, he assured Bob that the small business was the place to go. Which was flattering and definitely one of the many reasons you said yes when he eventually asked you out. Bob had been bashful but had quickly warmed up to you. He was the perfect person to include in your outings as you all had similar interests.

Mickey and you had both been open about your sexuality with each other and you were very aware that Mickey was pansexual. He never hid it from you or from any of his team members. Bob had at one point told the both of you that he was bisexual, though he was a bit more shy about telling people.

So when your loving boyfriend mentioned a threesome and you shared your interest in it as well it seemed clear as day who you would ask to join you both. The only problem was going to be how you approached him. He was still a reserved person even though he was comfortable with you both. So you had decided to invite him out for pizza and bring up the topic there.

“Hey Bob, could I ask you a question?” Mickey had his fingers wrapped around yours as he shot the question at the fellow backseater. Bob finished chewing his bite of pizza, wiped the sauce off of his lips with his napkin and nodded his head eagerly.

“What are your thoughts on a threesome?” You had agreed it was better not to beat around the bush. Even though Bob had just swallowed his food you saw him swallow again, his cheeks becoming increasingly rosey. You were thankful for the corner booth and pretty empty dining area that allowed you to have this conversation a little bit discreetly.

“Uhm. What do ya mean?” His country drawl was thick as he spoke. Something you noticed would happen when he got flustered.

“We’ve been talking about it for a while and we are both interested in having someone join us. We would like for that person to be you Bob.” You paused for a moment letting him take in the information before continuing.

“You don’t have to say anything now if you’d like to think about it. However if you don’t want to then we just leave it at that. We’ll act like this conversation never even happened.” Mickey squeezed your shaking hand.

The confidence you were showing was all a facade. The only one here that usually showed any confidence was Mickey. Bob was normally quiet unless engaged in a conversation involving something particularly interesting. You were confident in your store because you knew the store, you knew the answers to the questions that customers would ask and it was easy for you. But this was unnerving, the unknown of the outcome had you chewing your lip and trying to remain emotionless.

“Could I just have the night to think about it?” His voice was dripping with hesitation but you nodded your head reassuringly. He gave you a thankful smile at the action.

“Of course, take all the time you need. We aren’t in any rush.” Mickey gave the glasses clad aviator a beaming smile and the topic was dropped. You talked about an upcoming D&D campaign you were currently putting together and then went your separate ways at the end of the night. It was two days later on Sunday that you saw Bob again. Neither of you had heard from him since the night at the pizza place. You had both taken that as his answer to not wanting to join you for a threesome.

You and Mickey were closing up the store since Jeremy was away for the weekend at an event trying to gather more items for the store. Neither of you minded the late night, your apartment was above the store so it wouldn’t take you long to get home. You had just locked the money away in the safe when you heard a knock on the door. Mickey had been stocking a box of trading cards so you went to tell the person you were closed. But as you got closer to the door you noticed a familiar tan carhartt hoodie and quickened your steps. You unlocked the door and opened it, licking your lips as you made eye contact with the man standing in front of you.

“Hey Reaper, Is Fanboy here?” His eyes wandered over your shoulder briefly as he asked the question.

“Yea he’s farther back stocking some trading cards. Do you want me to grab him?” He nodded his head at you and you ushered him into the building.

“I’ll go get him.” You turned on your heels quickly and with fast steps you were standing in front of your aviator boyfriend.

“Hey sugar plum. I’m almost done with this box. Are you almost ready to go up?” He looked up from the cards in his hands briefly. He noticed your hands playing with the lanyard around your neck that you had yet to take off.

“What’s wrong? Was the person at the door giving you issues?” He had heard the knock at the door and hushed voices but figured you could handle it and would holler if you needed anything.

“Bob is here, Mick and asked to see you.” His eyebrows both shot up at the words. You shifted from one foot to the other.

“Did he say what he was here for?” You shook your head quickly. He came to stand in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“We’ll go out there and see what’s going on. I’m sure it’s nothing.” He kissed your forehead quickly before dropping one of your hands and leading you out to where you left Bob.

“Bob, great to see you man! What’s got you here so late?” It was odd for the blonde to be at the store so late on nights that weren’t reserved for D&D.

“Yes.” Was all he said. His fingers playing with the strings of his hoodie pulling on them and twisting them around his fingers.

“Uh yes what?” Mickey briefly looked at you before cocking his head to the side in question at Bob.

“The threesome. I’d like to have one. With you guys I mean.” You and Mickey both stood straighter at the confession. Hands squeezing each others with hope.

“That’s amazing to hear. Did you have an idea of when?” The words tumbled from your mouth before you could stop them. Your cheeks heated up at the eagerness that was evident in your voice.

“I was actually thinking tonight if it’s not too soon?” He looked between you and Mickey as you and he looked at each other. A silent conversation quickly transpired between you.

“Tonight works great! We were about to close up anyway. You guys can head on up, maybe have a drink or something and I’ll get everything done down here really quick.” You really just needed some time to cool the nerves that had suddenly built up inside you. Mickey understood what you needed and kissed your cheek before nodding his head to the door that led up to your apartment.

“We’ll see you up there soon babe.” Bob’s hand brushed against yours as he passed you and he gave you a shy smile which you returned. You made quick work of finishing the box of trading cards, double checking the doors were locked and turning off all the lights. You took a deep breath as you made it to the bottom of the stairs. The walk up gave you more confidence. You were sure in this decision and you were positive it would go well. As your hand hit the doorknob to your apartment you took one last deep breath and pushed it over.

You heard them before you saw them. Mickey was saying something to Bob causing him to let out a loud laugh. A smile adorned your face instantly at the thought of your boyfriend making this situation more relaxed. He was always the best at reading people and figuring out how to make them laugh. When you rounded the corner into the living room you spotted them both on the couch. Both of them had a root beer in hand and wide smiles on their faces. Even with the large couch they sat practically on top of each other.

“What’cha boys talking about?” They kept the smiles on their faces as they looked at you. There was excitement and mischief in their eyes as well.

“Talking about Mav beating Hangman in another exercise this week.” You were standing in front of them at the end of your boyfriend's sentence.

“Why don’t you sit down, honey blossom.” You shook your head at the pet name, he was always making up random things to call you, keeping you on your toes. You hummed in reply however and sat yourself down on Bob’s lap much to his surprise. You threw your feet into Mickey’s lap and gave him a sweet smile which he returned.

“Is this okay?” You’d get off if he said no, but the hand placed on your back told you he was fine with it.

“It’s alright, darlin’.” The country drawl was back again and shot a feeling of desire through you.

“Do you want to go ahead and talk about boundaries?” You looked between them both and they quickly nodded. The conversation went quickly, you talked about a safe word and hard limits. Your hand had wound up in Bob’s hair, his hand was on Mickey’s thigh and Mickey was running his hand up and down your leg. Both of them had placed their drinks on the end table. As the conversation came to a close your lips were laid upon Bob’s and Bob’s hand was working over the bulge growing in Mickey’s pants.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Mickey’s question was breathless as he held back a moan. You and Bob broke from the kiss and you stood up. You held both hands out to them and they took the invitation. You pulled them both to the bedroom and worked on taking your shirt and shoes off. The vans were easy to toe off and the t-shirt ended up somewhere in the room. Mickey had flipped on the ceiling light. Bob played with his hoodie strings again. But his hands were caught by Mickey and dragged to his sides as Mickey planted a heated kiss upon the blonde's lips.

The simultaneous moans they both let out had you letting out one of your own. Mickey’s hands worked into Bob’s hair while Bob’s worked under Mickey's t-shirt pulling it up until they broke from their kiss to toss it onto the floor. Their lips met again quickly and you gathered up your double ended strap on and the lube. You placed them on the bed and came up behind Bob. You ran your hands from his upper back down towards his ass then wrapped them around to the front of his pants. Your fingers quickly found the button and zipper of his jeans. You worked the button open and unzipped his jeans.

You slipped your hand into the top of his boxers. He was already exceptionally hard, precum leaking out of the tip. A moan slipped from his lips right into those of your boyfriends. Mickey’s hands worked themselves under Bob’s hoodie and t-shirt this time. They broke apart briefly so they could pull them off his body. Then you were laying your bra covered chest against his bare back, reveling in the heat of his body. Bob’s fingers ran up from Mickey’s stomach to his nipples rolling them both between his fingers eliciting a moan from the cheeky backseater.

You pumped Bob’s cock a couple times, working him up and down. The hand that wasn’t working him over slipped into your own pants, finding your clit you started to rub small circles over the sensitive nub. A moan slipped through your lips into the toned back of the man sandwiched between you and your boyfriend. You started to leave open mouthed kisses along his shoulders, nipping his skin occasionally.

Moments passed and before you knew it you were all three on the bed the rest of your clothes strewn around the room, a mess you’d have to sift through later. Mickey had lubed up his own fingers and began to work himself open. His eyes focused on the way Bob slipped his fingers in and out of your pussy. You slathered your own fingers in lube and slipped them between Bob’s legs. You found the tight hole quickly, you were slow as you slipped a singular finger inside.

“That feels so good.” Bob had his eyes squeezed together tightly as the finger fully sheathed inside of him. His glasses had been placed neatly on your bedside table.

“She’ll take such good care of you Bobby. She’s such a good girl. Always treats me so good.” He slipped his fingers out of himself. Mickey maneuvered himself across the bed so he was sat next to you. His mouth found your own, his tongue slipping inside instantly. Moans were swapped back and forth as the pleasure you were experiencing worked through your every nerve.

“I need more.” Bob’s voice was a whine as he spoke, you slipped another finger inside him, scissoring the two gently.

“Patience Robert, I’ll make sure you feel good.” You knew you’d be true to your word. You were desperate to be inside of him. To hear the noises that he’d make as you fucked him. You wanted to know how he’d moan as he was seated inside of your boyfriend. You needed to know how your boyfriend would feel with Bob fucking into him.

“Can you help me with my harness Mick?” Your eyes connected to his and he was already up gathering the strap on and making his way back to you. Bob’s fingers slipped from inside of you and you slipped a third into him. It was only seconds before Mickey was opening the bottle of lube and covering both sides of the strap on. He slipped the straps up your legs and settled the end facing you inside of your pussy. You gasped at the feeling of the purple dildo stretching you out slightly. Mickey moaned at the sound it made as it slipped inside of you. He finished tightening the straps and made sure it fltl fine before stepping away.

“Can you get on all fours Bob?” Mickey was stroking his fingers down his face. But Bob couldn’t seem to form a sentence because his mouth was open in a gasp as your fingers found his prostate.

“Use your words Bob. Be a good boy for me.” You stilled your fingers allowing him to clear his mind for a moment.

“I can do that.” The thick country accent had you smiling. It had gotten progressively richer throughout the night. Even slipping in occasionally through his moans somehow. Your fingers slipped from where they were buried between his cheeks. You stood from the bed and waited for him to move. When he was finally on his hands and knees you moved back to the bed. You grabbed the lube from Mickey and poured some onto Bob’s hole and rubbed some up and down the purple dildo that would soon be buried inside him.

“Let me know if it’s too much honey.” Those were your only words as you slipped the tip inside him. The moan he let out was quiet and whimpery. You continued to push inside him until you were all the way settled.

“Oh my- oh- it feels.” His sentence broke off as he buried his face into the mattress.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to say anything. Just enjoy how good it feels.” Mickey ran a hand along Bob's back reassuringly. You stayed still until you felt like he was ready for you to move.

“Mick.” Bob all but whispered the name. If the room wasn’t otherwise silent you wouldn’t have heard it.

“Yea?” Mickey’s brown eyes met your own and sent you a wink. You sent him one back.

“Want to be inside you Mick.” It was a desperate cry.

“Please, Mick.” Mickey placed a kiss on cheek before whispering into your ear.

“You look so hot buried inside him sweetheart.” Your cheeks heated at the words.

“He is gonna look so good buried inside you.” Your words were quick as he slipped himself under Bob’s body. He handed him the lube and Bob was quick to squeeze some out onto his cock and between the cheeks over the tight hole of Mickey. The cold feeling had a gasp leaving his mouth.

“You boys are doing such a good job. Taking everything so well. Making me so proud.” They both preened at the praise. Bob was soon slipping his cock inside of Mickey, a moan leaving the both of them. You couldn’t stop the buck of your hips at the sound. A moan slipping through your lips as the dildo settled inside you shifted slightly.

“Can I start moving sweet boy?” Bob nodded his head that was laid upon Mickey’s back. That was all it took for you to be pulling back and pushing back in. One hand was on his hip and one was on your breast, rolling the nipple between your fingers, pinching occasionally.

“You feel so good Mick.” Bob’s voice barely sounded like his own, his accent was so thick it was unrecognizable.

“Your cock feels so good.” Mickey was quick to send praise back. Those words spurred Bob to start moving; he matched your pace with ease. Then you were all in a lust filled haze, moans and whispers of pleasure filled the room. All three of your orgasms approached rapidly. The noises only spurring the three of you on. You felt the stutter of Bob’s hips first.

“Are you close honey?” You already knew the answer but wanted to hear the words from his lips.

“It sure feels like it. I can feel it in the way you’re moving.” Bob let out a loud whine as his back arched, chest connecting with Mickey’s freckle covered back.

“So fucking close.” You and Mickey both swelled with pride. The night was way better than either of you had planned. The pure pleasure you were both giving Bob had both of your heads spinning. You both frequently switched between dominant and submissive. Tonight however was all about Bob. You had both discussed that before when you were originally talking about a threesome. The idea seemed to be paying off perfectly.

“You can cum whenever you want to Bob no one is going to stop you.” His hips stuttered again, a breathless whimper leaving his lips. Mickey spit into his own hand before wrapping it around his own cock. It was overwhelmingly sensitive from the lack of touch. But that was what he wanted. He had purposely kept his hand away so the pleasure would be mind blowing. You heard the tell tale sign of his release coming before he came, recognizing the moan was easy, your body reacted on instict.

“Come on Bobby, you can cum with Mickey.” That seemed to be all he needed as his hips finally stilled, sweat covered forehead crashing down onto Mickey’s back. His whine was caught in his throat as Mickey squeezed around his cock. Mickey’s own orgasm rocked through him and sprayed across the bed spread underneath him. The moan he let out which was more of a praise to you and the blonde between the two of you had your own orgasm rolling through you. Your own walls squeezing around the purple object buried to the hilt inside you. You let out your own praise to the two men in front of you. Both of your hands squeezed Bob's hips. Your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. All three of you stayed like that for seconds or even minutes, basking in the euphoria.

“We definitely need to do that again.” Mickey’s tired voice spoke into the silence of the room. Laughs erupted from you and Bob at the words, but you both knew you also wanted to do this again. You were also thankful for their long weekend in celebration of Labor day.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I had such a fun time writing this piece.

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beyondthesefourwalls · 1 year

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Ohmygodohmygod

Mickey Garcia, smut, lingerie & 'keep your eyes on me'.

My first time writing for Fanboy and man oh man, did I enjoy it. Hope you like this!

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warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), language

Better Than Fiction

Mickey had been so excited when you surprised him with the gaming console he had been trying to get his hands on for months. He didn’t know you had been scouring the internet and calling every store in a 100 mile radius seeing if anyone had it or was getting it in stock in time for his birthday, but by the grace of the video game gods, you had managed to find one the day before his 30th birthday. You had broken more than a few speed limits going to get it to make sure no one else got it first, but the way he had lit up when he unwrapped it the next day had been worth the risk. It was so cute how happy he was and how he had immediately plugged it in and put in the game you had bought along with it. You didn’t even mind that he had spent the rest of his birthday playing it instead of the plans you had originally had.

But that had been two weeks ago. And aside from when he was on base or in the air, Mickey hadn’t stopped playing it. You had barely had a full conversation with him, barely eaten any meals together, and your boyfriend, your sweet, normally horny and can’t keep his hands off you boyfriend, hadn’t touched you in two weeks. You were to the point of staging a break in and having the damn console be the only thing that went missing if he didn’t start paying attention to you soon. If your plan tonight didn’t work, you didn’t think you would have another choice.

You stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of your shared apartment, fluffing your hair and adjusting the straps of your brand new lingerie. It was truly the skimpiest outfit you had ever worn. It was all sheer lace, lined in a blood red silk, and you felt so damn sexy. You ran a tube of your favorite red lipstick over your lips and stepped into the matching colored heels to complete the outfit. You had to give it to yourself - you looked damn good.

Giving yourself one more pep talk, you strutted into the living room. Like you anticipated, he was there on the couch, his controller in his hand as the video game played on the tv in front of him. He hadn’t even noticed you walk into the room. You cleared your throat from where you stood in the entry way, and he didn’t so much as glance in your direction. The last bit of your patience reached, you marched over to stand directly in front of him, your hands on your hips and face twisted in anger.

“Honey, can you m…,” the words died off of Mickey’s tongue as he finally, finally looked at you. His eyes widened when he processed what you were wearing, his jaw dropping. “Holy shit.”

“Mickey Garcia, I swear to God, if you don’t turn that thing off and keep your eyes on me for five fucking minutes, I’m going to throw it, and maybe you, out the damn window!”

You watched as he let the controller fall from his hand and clatter to the floor. Without taking his eyes off of you, he reached for the remote on the coffee table. He clicked the tv off without a word, and for the first time in two weeks, you didn’t hear some overdramatic, medieval battle playing as background noise in your apartment. Finally.

“Mi amor…you look stunning. My God. You dressed up all for me?”

HIs voice was filled with awe, and you could see his dick twitch from where it was confined within his thin athletic shorts. Satisfaction coursed through you, but you weren’t ready to let him off the hook yet.

“I did,” you confirmed. You moved forward and straddled his lap, leaning forward to whisper directly into his ear. “But if you don’t have your head between my legs in the next thirty seconds to make up for the fact that you haven’t touched me in two weeks, I’m going to go find someone else who can appreciate it.”

You barely got the words out before he was gripping your thighs and throwing you onto your back on the couch. You gasped in delight when he didn't hesitate to rip your brand new lingerie right off of you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t realize I had been neglecting you. I’ll make it up to you.” He emphasized his words with kisses to your thighs, snipping at the skin. He buried his face in your pussy and inhaled deeply, groaning at your scent. You both groaned when he swiped his tongue through your folds. Oh, yes. This is exactly what you’ve been missing.

“You can start by making me cum on your mouth,” you instructed, threading your fingers through his dark hair and pushing his face harder to you. His mouth felt heavenly as he worked you with his tongue diligently. “At least once. Maybe twice.”

“I’ll make you cum as much as you want, mi amor,” he said, speaking the words against your soaking wet pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. “I’ll never ignore you again.”

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seresinsbabe · 9 months

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Could you do Fanboy, smut list 3, #5 - "If you don't turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I'm gonna masturbate right here."

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+! mdni! lingerie, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (be smart with your parts)

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It wasn't often that his incessant gaming bugged you. Most of the time it worked for you two. Mickey would game and you would spend your day with a friend or doing whatever obscure crafting project you were hyper focusing on at the moment.

Today was one of those rare days where you craving his attention. You needed to feel Mick's hands all over you and instead they were all over that stupid Xbox controller.

That's what led you to the current position you were in now: clad in lingerie and perched on Mickey's lap, back pressed against his chest and your fingers fucking in and out of you. Every time he tried to touch you, you'd slap his hand away causing him to whine.

"I told you Mick," your fingers brushed against your sweet spot at the same time he sucked on the sweet spot behind your ear forcing a moan out of you. "That if you didn't shut this fucking game off I'd fuck myself in front of you."

Mickey adjusted his hips and pressed his hard on into your ass. He was trying to get some sort of relief in any way he could.

He didn't have an excuse. All he could do was mumble I'm sorry against your skin over and over.

Your intention was to make him watch you finger fuck yourself until you came, but you were slowly coming to the realization that your fingers weren't enough.

Spinning around you reached down, forcing his shorts down enough that his cock sprang free. Mickey watched with hungry eyes as you ran the bulbous mushroom top along your slit, covering it in your slick before sinking down on him.

"Holy shit," you breathed out. A strangled whine made its way out as you felt his fingers tangle in your hair. Mick adjusted his position, giving himself the leverage he needed to pound you from below.

His cock slamming into the spot you needed to feel him as you simultaneously bounced.

"Fuckfuckfuck!"

"Perfect-ungh...fucking pussy..." he breathed giving one last good thrust before you came crying out his name. His hips stuttered and shortly after he came, coating your walls with thick ropes of cum.

When you finally caught your breath you let out a soft laugh. "Finally broke in your new gaming chair."

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moonlight-prose · 9 months

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❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ + ❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜ w/ fanboy ? 🫣

FOOLS FOR FALLING IN LOVE

a/n: babes!! when i had started this, i had just recently rewatched top gun maverick which means the inspo for this man was through the roof. i kind of went overboard a bit and turned it into a long ass one shot. (even going so far as to giving it a moodboard). if it's alright with you i only used the first prompt due to someone requesting the second already. i swear this fic was meant to be short, but then again it's fanboy and i can never help myself. so enjoy this monster.

summary: pining after your best friend never ended well. however in the case of said best friend being mickey garcia, things turn out better than expected.

word count: 3.7k+

pairing: mickey "fanboy" garcia x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, flirting amongst friends, friends to lovers, pining, exhibitionism (seriously idk what happened), cumplay, cumeating, thigh riding, oblivious idiots falling madly in love.

It was just drinks they said. Just a group of people who were there to laugh, enjoy each other’s company, and eventually go home at some ungodly hour. That’s what you expected when you walked into the bar. Ready to nurse one beer, talk to Phoenix about your work issues, and go home.

Quick. Easy. Painless.

At least the hangover part the next day was.

What you didn’t expect was to find him sitting there, talking with Bob as if he didn’t have a single care in the world. You had half a mind to turn around and head back to your car—try this socializing bit on a different day. But Rooster’s arm was slinging around your shoulder, tugging you into a warm and rather hard body. You had to be careful not to trip over your sneaker as he dragged you with him. Never bothering to check if you were actually in step with him.

“Look who I found!” he shouted, his breath giving away the exact number of drinks he had.

“Rooster,” you hissed, trying to pull away before he made you sweat too.

“Leave her alone,” Phoenix chastised, finally yanking you free from his tight grasp. “You’re drunk off your ass Rooster. Sober up or you won’t be getting anywhere near the pilot’s seat tomorrow.”

You sighed in relief as she led you to the bar, signaling to Penny to put another beer on her tab for you. “He’s pretty touchy feely tonight.”

She laughed. “Yeah well he just got permission for a week off next month. I’m pretty sure he’s over the moon for a break.”

“Definitely sounds nice.”

It’s not that you didn’t want to make conversation with Phoenix. You looked forward to seeing her, hearing all the juicy details about what went on in the Top Gun halls. Hell you were even interested in what current feud Hangman and Rooster were stuck in this week. Tonight however, you were barely comprehending a single word she said. Your brain, lagging—unable to catch up fast enough.

You could see her hands moving animatedly as she spoke, lips moving fast, but the words went in one ear and out the other. Because he was sitting mere feet away, eyes fixed entirely on you. The burn from his stare singed through the thin dress you wore to combat the current heat wave outside. Even though you remained focused on Phoenix, you could tell he was in the exact same situation as you.

Transfixed by the utter longing that tore at your chests. Clawing for a way to get out.

“So that’s how I ended up fucking Hangman.”

You nearly choked on your spit. “What?”

“Ah there you are.” She grinned, taking a sip of her beer. “I’ve been talking for the past five minutes and you’ve been completely out of it.”

“Sorry.” You scraped your nail on the bottle’s label, attempting to refocus your attention on Phoenix, but it seemed to be too late. She had figured out where your mind had drifted off to.

“You know you can talk to him right?”

“What are you…”

“Fanboy.”

Was it that obvious that you were unable to even keep your composure in the same room as him? Your mouth opened and closed, words evading you as her lips pulled up into a shit eating grin. You could hear the words echo in your head: Got you. She knew you were close with Mickey. The two of you became fast friends a year ago, bonding over scifi shows and comic books.

But then he left. You understood he couldn’t be around for months at a time; his job came before everything and you accepted that. However, four months without his presence left you feeling empty in a way you couldn’t fully describe, even if you wanted to. He was the sunlight on your dark days. The warmth you clung to when life turned cold. And he was gone.

It didn’t take you long to realize how evident your feelings for him were. Which also meant…it took Phoenix less time.

You coughed, swallowing your beer to avoid giving her a response, but it was clear by the expression on her face that you weren’t getting off that easy. She sighed as if you were one of her irritable students who refused to see reason. When in fact, you were her oblivious friend who couldn’t see past your own fear to finally realize that Mickey was head over heels in love with you.

“Explains why he’s been sulking all day.”

That caught your attention. “What do you mean?”

“He’s been back in town for two days.” You nodded, remembering the text he sent you a week before with his flight details. “And have you spoken to him in person yet?”

She knew she caught you when you averted your gaze to the bartop. “I figured he was busy.”

“Bullshit.”

Your eyes snapped to her. “It’s not—”

“You just figured you could avoid him and hope your feelings disappeared.” Heat crept up your cheeks, but she wasn’t done with you. Far from it. “Meanwhile Fanboy’s been acting like a kicked puppy for two days and none of us could figure out why.”

“He hasn’t been—” Her glare cut you off, forcing your eyes to wander back to where he sat rather quietly.

Most nights he was one of the loudest people there. Laughing and spouting jokes funny enough to have you in stitches. Except for tonight. His eyes were cast anywhere but you, smile only showing when he forced it. But even then, it never quite reached his eyes. All in all, he looked exactly like Phoenix described him. A man who couldn’t figure out why one of his best friends was avoiding him like he was the plague.

You felt the heavy weight of guilt settle in the bottom of your stomach, turning the taste of your beer sour. He’d been gone long enough for you to miss him. But it never occurred to you how much he’d miss you.

Before you could wrangle the remaining courage in your body and get up from the stool, his eyes traveled back to yours. Meeting them for the first time that night. He sat up a bit straighter, the small grin you loved so much making a reappearance as he sent a small wave your way. A peace offering that would hopefully lead to more.

You found yourself unable to stop the smile that spread across your lips. The familiar lick of warmth, coursing through your body.

He was your best friend. The man you spoke to on the phone for hours at a time while he was away. You sent him letters, various comics, and care packages full of his favorite kind of cookies. Even going so far as to send him cheesy holiday cards full of Star Trek references that you knew would make him smile.

He was your best friend…and you were completely in love with him.

Phoenix nudged your knee with hers, jutting her head in his direction. Only you were too late on that front. Mickey was already getting up, excusing himself from the group’s conversation, and heading your way. The familiar standard issue khaki uniform he had to wear did nothing to hide the strong shoulders you knew lay beneath the fabric. Simply watching him maneuver his way through the overcrowded bar towards you, took your breath away.

“What do I say?” you said under your breath, leaning closer to Phoenix.

She shrugged, grabbing the full beer in front of her that she asked Penny for. “Tell him you want to get married.”

You spluttered, trying not to choke on your beer. “I can’t say that!”

“Can’t say what?”

The all too familiar deep vibrato of his voice caused your whole body to stiffen in your seat. Embarrassment washing over you at the realization that he had heard you. Phoenix however was more than happy to slide out of his way, pressing the cold beer into his hands, and muttering what you believed to be a quick: Don’t fuck this up.

You had half a mind to drag her back just to get some more context, but Mickey sitting down, his knees pressing on the outside of your thighs drew your attention to him. He smiled and took a sip of the beer. And you tried your best to ignore the searing heat that came with watching the way his throat moved as he swallowed.

The silence that grew between you the longer he sat there was deafening. So much so that you found yourself half tempted to drag him outside where nobody could see you. At least maybe you’d finally have a chance to get the truth out. Or if not the truth, then some form of words strung together to make a single sentence. That was a better option than sitting there staring at him like an idiot.

“Welcome back,” you blurted out, trying to calm the rapid beat of your heart.

He smiled and this time it reached his eyes. “Thanks.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you sooner. Works been keeping me busy and I—”

His hand on your knee caused the remainder of your rant to die in the back of your throat. “I figured you were occupied. So it’s alright.”

“It is?” you asked, your voice barely loud enough to hear over the raucous noise of the bar.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He shrugged, his hand never moving higher and never pulling away. You swore your heart had stopped beating the second his warm palm touched your bare skin—your eyes dropping down quickly to see the veins that spread beneath the skin.

Shifting slightly, you tamped down the emotions that ran rampant in your mind. Whatever you were feeling—or dreaming about—wasn’t going to happen tonight. If you were being entirely honest with yourself, it didn’t seem like a possibility that would come to fruition at any time. Which meant you were stuck in this neverending pit of pining over your best friend. Part of you wished Mickey could read minds just so you wouldn’t have to say the words yourself.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” The words came before you could stop them—fully revealing that you were in fact avoiding him. “I mean…I wasn’t…um…”

“Right,” he said, his hand pulling away and eyes shifting back to the bar.

You could physically see his walls begin to close up, the light that had reappeared in his eyes, now vanishing from sight. It wasn’t until then did you realize that saying the words wasn’t the hard part. No, in fact you found you could say them in an instant if you had to. The hard part was the possibility of losing him for good. The fear of him never reciprocating your feelings held you back—causing the chasm in your heart to grow every second.

“No, wait.” You grabbed onto his wrist lightly, catching sight of the disappointment in his eyes, and it broke your heart. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

You sighed. “Can we go outside? Away from all this noise?”

Mickey was standing up faster than you expected him too, digging out enough cash to toss on the bar for Penny before taking your hand in his. You didn’t fight the small grin that appeared on your lips this time. There was just something about him that pulled on the strings of happiness in your chest. That made you want to always see the good in the world—the good that you knew resided in him.

“Slow down,” you called, trying to keep up the pace as he practically sprinted towards the parking lot. You caught sight of his familiar dark blue car—having been in it more times than you could count.

“Sorry,” he replied, giving you a chance to catch your breath. “I figured you wanted out of there quickly.”

“I did.” How the fuck were you supposed to go about things now? When it was just the two of you standing there, his back pressed to the passenger door of his car.

You tried to ignore the way he looked—how the soft lights from the bar played across his face. Turning him into an almost ethereal painting you were visiting in a museum. It took your breath away and for a moment you remained silent. Watching as his eyes took in your features, his chest rising and falling with each breath. There wasn’t a better moment to kiss him than right now. Except your doubts began to rear their ugly head again.

A bitter heat crept up the back of your neck as you turned your attention to the rest of the parking lot. Trying—and failing—to come up with something to say. You just never expected Mickey to beat you to the punch.

“Don’t do that,” he said. Your eyes snapped back to him, catching the glimmer of dejection in his eyes.

“Do what?” You knew exactly what he was talking about and playing it coy wouldn’t stop him from pressing even further. It was a quality about him you both loved and hated. He would never stop until you told him the truth.

“Don’t hide from me.” His hand still held onto yours, thumb pressing gently along your knuckles. “What’s going on with you huh? What aren’t you telling me?”

You let out a breath, attempting to get a hold of the nerves that seemed intent on keeping you quiet. “I like you.”

He paused, eyes taking in the panicked expression on your face. You half expected him to say something in return—anything to appease whatever it was you were dealing with. But he didn’t. Instead he watched, his mouth opening and closing every few seconds as if trying to soak in the full extent of your words. I like you wasn’t much to go on, you’d give him that.

So you continued. “I’ve liked you for a while—although like is probably not the right word to describe how I feel about you. And I understand if you just want to remain friends. If it’s…easier that way. Or even if this is the end—”

He yanked you forward, his hand cupping your cheek to turn your face towards his. Lips capturing yours in a kiss that left you sinking into his chest, a soft moan emitting from your mouth as your eyes fluttered closed. Mickey kissed you like it had been the only thing on his mind since you first met. He licked into your mouth, dragging out sounds you didn’t know you could make—his hand wrapping tightly around your waist to keep you pressed close.

He kissed you as if he would never get the chance to again.

“Mickey,” you sighed, his lips sliding along your jaw, other hand pressing tightly to your waist to press your hips against his.

“I love you,” he murmured, bunching up the back of your dress as heat quickly filled your senses.

“You…” Tilting your head back, you tried to gain some sense of control over your thoughts. He however seemed adamant on keeping you right where you were. That is…until his words finally registered. “You love me?” you exclaimed, pulling away—much to his disappointment.

His smile was sheepish, red staining his cheeks and the very tips of his ears. “Have for a while now mi vida.”

Heat burned beneath your cheeks at the small nickname—the words burrowing deep in your heart. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He had you there.

Smiling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, dragging his lips back to yours. “I love you mi amor. More than you know.”

A sound pulled from his throat—high and wanting. It was pressed into your mouth, his hands grasping parts of you that he had only dreamed of touching. Scrunching up the side of your dress, his hand slid up your thigh, digging into the plush skin as you moaned against him. You were right outside of the bar where anyone could walk out and see you. Yet neither of you cared.

Licking into his mouth, you dug your hands into his newly grown out short curls—your nails scraping against his scalp. He shivered, pulling you even closer and slotting his thigh between your legs. Giving you something to press down on.

That alone stirred something in the base of your stomach. A molten heat sliding through your veins until you were putty in his hands. Mickey seemed to sense the shift—your needy whine a slight beg for more—and began to guide your hips along his leg. The wet patch you knew was on your panties, now seeping into the light color of his khakis.

“Fuck,” you gasped, head falling back and hands grasping onto the front of his shirt. “M-Mickey.”

“Mhm?” he hummed against your throat, teeth digging in until it sparked pain through you.

“I need—ah—” His grip on your hip grew tighter, thigh bumping up and pressing against your clit perfectly. “I need more.”

He shuddered, his lips colliding against yours in a heady kiss. This one was different. You could taste the desperation on his tongue as he took you apart with his mouth. He wanted to leave you breathless. To see you writhe because of him and have you begging for more. And you’d give into him without question. You’d give him whatever he desired, because he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat.

“Say you want me, and I’m yours,” he breathed, pulling you along his thigh harder.

Your knee pressed against him, grinding against him with each movement and you visibly watched him chase his high. He bucked his hips, desperate for the minimal amount of friction. A moan tore from his throat, his lips sliding along your jaw, hand shifting to grip your ass tightly. You wanted to give him that high. To watch him combust as you did. But you were lost to the sensations sparking through your body.

Something built in your stomach, pulling impossibly tight. You felt it grow—driving you so high that you were certain you’d go mad if you didn’t have it in your grasp. He pushed and pulled your body until you were a whimpering mess against him. His name was a reverent prayer you pressed into his mouth in the hopes he’d answer your greatest wish. To feel his love pour into you—captivate you so entirely you’d never be rid of it.

“I-I want you,” you stammered, your eyes hazy with lust.

“C’mon then.” He slid his hand down the front of your body, fingers dipping into the sopping mess that was your panties and finding your clit with ease. “Think you can cum like this mi vida?”

You nodded frantically, moving your hips to catch the friction of his fingers. Your heart nearly beat out of your chest when he began to whisper praise against your skin. Kissing down your chest until he reached the top of your dress. Something in your brain begged him to pull it down. To keep going. But you understood the risk with being outside still. Neither of you wanted to get caught; the both of you would never live it down.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his fingers pressing down harder—face lighting up at the sight of your eyes rolling back.

He yanked you back to him, lips sliding against your own as you shattered in his arms. It burned through you, causing your whole body to shake and your breath to catch in your lungs. Rather than pull away entirely, he kept going. Prolonging the pleasure until there wasn’t anything you could do. A muffled cry echoed around the parking lot and it took you a moment to realize that you were the one who made the sound.

Mickey gasped, his hips canting up against you in search of that same feeling. So you pulled on his curls, dragging his lips back to yours as his fingers still pressed firm circles around your clit.

“I love you Mickey.” You pressed the words against his jaw, watching as his eyes fluttered shut, his brows pulling tight. He managed to quickly muffle his moan against your neck, his whole body shuddering in your grasp and a soft whine of your name echoing in your ears.

Yet he never stopped his fingers from moving. Two of them gathering your cum that steadily leaked out and sliding them up to your clit. Sending another soft wave of pleasure through your body. You wanted to remain there. Forever stuck in this moment with him. But you knew the faster you managed to get home, the better the odds were for the both of you.

“I can’t,” you gasped, grasping onto this wrist to stop him from shifting the overstimulation into an uncomfortable pain.

Before you could ask him to take you home, he was rendering you speechless—slipping his shiny coated fingers into his mouth and groaning at the taste. Your clit throbbed and for a moment you felt dizzy. Even as he held you upright. You watched his tongue peek out, wondering how it might feel against you. And once more the heat began to build again, causing your imagination to spin out of control.

“Mi vida?” he asked, pulling from your haze. His small smile let you know he had figured out what you were thinking—already halfway to teasing the answer out of you.

“Take me home Mickey,” you croaked, unable to wait any longer. “I want you.”

His eyes softened, fingers gently pinching your chin as he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Pouring all the emotion he ever said aloud into you. This was it. The moment that would replay in your head for the rest of your life. Mickey Garcia smiling sweetly, his hands caressing your hips to soothe the ache of his tight hold—love shining in his eyes. You felt your heart leap in your chest, breath once more getting stolen just by his mere proximity.

“I’m yours.”

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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If your requests are open, you can write something Smut (if you're comfortable with that) and fluff where Fanboy has a secret relationship with Hangman's sister, maybe Jake finding out all about it in the end

first of all, thank you sm for this request. I was looking for a project to test myself and see if I could write Smut, so I really went all in on this one.

Call Out My Name

Pairings - Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia X fem!Reader (ft. a very angry brother! Jake Sersin)

Premise - Mickey returns safe and sound from his latest mission, and the only thing he wants is you. But fate has a different plan, and a surprise awaits.

TW: Mentions of abuse, homicide, and sexual assault

Warnings: SMUT +18 (minors DNI), p in v, mentions of self-pleasure, some swear words.

A/N - This is my first time writing porn with a plot (I apologize for not holding back because it's MICKEY FREAKING GARCIA?!?!?!?)

Plus we all believe and concur in the idea that Jakey Jake would go absolute feral over the idea of the reader dating Mickey so I wrote that too XD\

Set in the same AU as The Wedding Bet Date (prequel Hannix fic)

The reader is of age, maybe 22-23, and an art student in Washington DC. And given the fact that Mickey graduated early at Top Gun, he might be 27-28 here.

This was requested Anonymously, whoever you are, thank you ❤

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Washington DC

The knock on your door was unexpected.

It was a Monday morning and you had to take a leave from school. You hadn't had a day off in a long time. This is because you have been called in on weekends to finish your latest project. So you walk up to the main door confused as to who this might be, and when you opened it, your knees almost gave out.

It was him. It was actually him.

Mickey stood on the doorstep of your apartment with a grin plastered on his face, holding a bouquet of flowers.

You stood there for a minute to comprehend what you were seeing. Then, you launched yourself at him, holding onto him for dear life as he held your waist tightly.

It has been months without him. He had been called to a mission in the middle of the Pacific and had to leave on short notice. The last night with him, you held him and silently cried as he brushed your hair with his fingers, whispering promises of coming back to you.

And now he was in your arms, he was real. He kept his promise.

“I miss you like hell Hermosa.”

“I missed you more,” you reply.

Meeting Mickey was pure coincidence. You met him one night at the Hard Deck while visiting Jake some six months ago. You were there looking for trouble and he was there alone to have a drink. You talked for a while and one hour later he was fucking you in his car.

What was supposed to be a one-night stand turned out to be the most beautiful relationship you have ever been in.

He was kind and funny, and he loved fiercely. Considering your brother was none other than Jake Sersin, you knew there were risks to dating someone in his field.

You knew he was your brother’s colleague, and Mickey knew how Jake might react once he discovers you two. However, you were ready to risk it all, for Mickey Garcia made your heart flutter like no one else, and you were in for it.

And then he grabbed your hips, a growl leaving his mouth, “and you have no idea how I missed this ass.”

You were actually surprised at just how much that turned you on. You dragged him inside and slammed the door, and he was already kicking his boots off. His lips were on yours in an instant, your hands fumbling on his shirt to get it off. He placed the bouquet on a table near your door. He quickly grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt and dragged it upwards. You raised your hands to let him undress you.

You were now standing in the middle of your living room in your bra and shorts, as he worked on removing his shirt.

His toned abs were on full display, his dog tags swaying on his chest. You missed the way they felt under your hands. Mickey was all over you, his lips leaving marks on your neck. He sucked the soft skin as he walked you towards the couch. Your legs hit the armrest and you both fall on it, him on top of you. He started kissing your breasts, his lips latching onto your nipple, your arm draped around his shoulders your nails digging in his back as he continued to kiss your body.

“That picture did no justice to you, mi amor” he whispered against your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Before he left, you had given him a polaroid of yours wearing his favorite set of lingerie lying on the bed that he had kept in a safe place in his dorms, taking it to the shower every day.

His hand shifted south, finding your waistband in an instant and pulling it down. You sigh loudly as the cold air hits the wetness pooling between your legs.

Mickey’s mind was fogged with lust, touching you, kissing you, and looking at his favorite girl lying underneath him. He really wanted to have his sweet time with you, to kiss every inch of your body to make up for the time lost. However, right now he wanted nothing more than to be inside you.

The whine that you let out right now? It made his heart race.

That may have stroked his ego because when you tried closing your legs, you saw his bulge. Mickey held your knees and spread them apart as he clicked his tongue. He looked you right in the eyes as he shed his boxers, sitting fully naked in front of you.

“You touched yourself, darling? When I was away?” he asked as he leaned back on his knees, unbuttoning his jeans.

“Yes. Every night Mickey. But it wasn’t like you, nothing like you.” you breathed out, your heart racing as your eyes traveled towards his boxers.

You could never, will never get used to seeing him like this.

His built frame, the dip of his waist, the dark lines of his arms. He always reminded you of the sculptures of Greek gods and heroes you studied at college. He leaned forward, placing both his hands next to your head. He hovered over you as you held it with both hands, bringing it closer to kiss it. He gripped your neck and rubbed his cock between your folds. You let out a moan at the sensation. Having lined up at your entrance, you pull him closer by his dog tags, and he fell on top of you, entering you at once. Both of you let out lewd moans as he filled you up.

And then he stops.

“me estas matando mi amor” he grunts as he starts to move slowly, but as you locked your legs around his waist, his pace quickened. Your foreheads touched, and the coil in your stomach grew. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, nails digging into his skin.

“Oh, baby, I'm… I’m close,” you say, your breath shaking as you lock your legs on his waist. Your hands grabbed his biceps.

“Not like this.” He growls and grabs your hips tightly, flipping you on your front and spanking your ass. When you look back at him, he looks right into your eyes. He brings your hips closer to his crotch, then thrusts into you, hitting just the right spot which made you see stars.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, and the thought that your neighbors could hear you does not even enter your mind. "F-fuck, fuck... yes!" you moan loudly.

“Take it, baby, that’s it, let go, I got you,” he says between thrusts, throwing his head back at the pleasure he was receiving through you.

You hide your face in your arms as you come hard. The full force of your orgasm made your legs shake and an almost pornographic moan ripped from your throat.

But Mickey wasn’t done. His grip on you tightened and he grunted with each thrust, his speed decreasing, and you felt warm liquid fill your insides as he came.

Panting, his chest hits your back, and you caress his hair reaching behind you. It has grown, not much but it was longer than the time he left.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Mickey."

You stayed like that for a while, your breathing returning to normal. He pulls out of you and leaves a kiss on your shoulder, and gets up to walk toward the washroom. You fall on the couch. It has been two months since you had sex and you were already feeling the sleepy exhaustion that comes after, spreading through your whole body.

You hear shuffling as you look at Mickey coming towards you. He was wearing black boxers and a t-shirt. He gives you a shy smile and hands you a hoodie.

That was another thing about Mickey. He could bend you over a table while fucking you raw one minute, and the next he would blush like a teenager if you even touched his hand accidentally. He loved you too much, and you did too.

You wear the sweatshirt, not caring about your previous clothes lying on the floor. He sits next to you on the couch and places his arm on the back. You snuggle into him, resting your head on his chest as he leans back, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He kisses your forehead and runs his fingers through your hair.

“You alright? Are you hurt? If I did, I'm-”

You stop him before he could say anything. “Lieutenant Mickey Garcia, If I could point to one person who would never ever hurt me, knowingly or unknowingly, that would be you.” you caress his face, looking at him with love and adoration, “You could never hurt me, okay?”

He gives you a genuine smile, the one that makes you feel warm and giddy like he was your first love.

Which he might be because Mickey has ruined every other man for you. You giggle and leave a sloppy kiss on his lips, and he tightens his hold on you as he kisses you back.

That is when you hear the door open.

It all happens in milliseconds.

Your mind races through the thought; did you lock the door? as soon as you hear the noise?

You both turn towards it.

You watch as Jake, your beloved brother, walks through the door.

You widen your eyes in surprise as you stare at him.

He then looks around your apartment, at the splayed-out clothes on the floor, at the bouquet on the nearby stand, and finally at Mickey.

Then Jake throws his bag on the floor and runs towards him, eyes blazing with fury.

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You first met Jake Sersin when you were introduced to him as your older brother after being adopted by his parents. You admit being scared of him at the beginning. He was a 16-year-old tall, blonde, high school football player, and you were 6, ten years younger and suddenly thrown into a new environment.

One day he found you crying in your room sitting on the floor. He sits next to you and softly asks you why you're crying, and you respond by hugging him and crying on his shoulder. You tell him how you were scared that your father would come for you and kill you just like he did to your mother. He assured you that it would never happen and that he would always be there to protect you.

That day he swore he would never let you cry ever again.

You have been inseparable since.

So it was only believable when you saw the rage that was brewing in his eyes as he stared down at Mickey in your living room. You were kind of impressed with your ability to stop Jake before he could even reach the living room, running towards him and holding his shoulders. He did not fight you but kept staring at Mickey ominously.

You made him sit on a chair, and Mickey stood in front of him. Standing between the two of them after haphazardly cleaning up your discarded clothes, you crossed your arms. This was partly for fear of witnessing a fight between your brother and your boyfriend, and partly because you didn't know which side to choose.

The truth was that you were never intending to have a secret relationship. You never got the time and opportunity to do so. You had talked about telling your brother and Mickey’s friends before Mikey left. You would make them sit and break the news calmly to avoid the situation you were currently in.

Jake keeps looking at him as if he was wishing for him to drop dead right at that moment.

“How long has this been going on?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Six months,” you answer honestly, not wanting to lie to him.

Jake's deduction is precise, "Around the time when you visited me at Miramar?"

“Yeah,” Mickey responds.

“So you’ve been messing around with my sister for half of the year, all while I thought you were my friend?”

Jake just looks at you with his brow furrowed, almost in disbelief, “Have some faith in me, sissy, we’re still co-workers.” he points to Mickey and himself.

You almost rolled your eyes at the comment, “Jake, I am an adult fully capable of making my own decisions. Mickey and I are not ‘messing around'. We are in a committed relationship.”

“Is this true?" he looks at Mickey.

“Yes, Jake. I did not know she was your sister until we started dating. We were about to tell you-”

“When? Before I could catch you making out in Y/N’s apartment.”

“Jake!” you almost give him a piece of your mind until Jake says, “Y/N, leave us alone. I want to talk to him.”

“Why? So you could beat him up after locking me in my room?” you ask him.

After hearing your childhood nickname from him, you barge into your room slamming the door, but not before muttering under your breath, "That didn't stop you from getting your ass handed by Rooster."

“I heard that!” he says in your general direction.

As he stands up from his seat, Jake finally takes a look at Mickey. He did not cower when he was about to hit him, blinded by the thought that he had done something unthinkable to his baby sister. He stepped forward, looking at him in the eyes in a relaxed stance, but avoiding his eyes.

Given the current situation, he recalled an interaction with him just weeks ago, that made him look at this situation in a very different light.

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Two weeks ago; Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean

It was a grueling day at training. The mission was due in a week and everyone involved was exhausted. But that did not stop Jake and his mates from catching up in the common room, after all, it was a Friday evening.

So there he was, sitting there sipping coffee with Mickey and Reuben. His mates from the uranium mission. They laughed after thinking about the absurdity of dogfight football that Maverick made them play, and how if you actually think about the rules, the game did not make any sense.

“Anyways, I'm heading out. I really miss my tough old mattress." With that, Reuben gets up and leaves the room, leaving Mickey and Jake alone.

“How’s Natasha?” Mickey asked him in an almost teasing manner, sipping the last of his coffee.

The question made him smile. He and Natasha were finally in a relationship after what happened at Maverick’s wedding. She was currently stationed in Arizona, and he missed her even though they spent like four weeks together. It felt like a lifetime since he met her.

“Yeah, I do actually. She’s… she’s amazing,” he replies, ducking his head with a bashful grin on his face.

“She’s good. She’s doing well,” he says, with a smile on his face

“You got someone waiting back?” he asks, partly to continue the conversation and partly out of curiosity.

Holy shit, she got him blushing? He thought.

“Good lord Fanboy, you’re in love.” He laughed, looking at how his eyes sparkled just thinking about the girl.

Having understood the context now, he realized Mickey's face that day was not shocked, but concerned. Concerned that Jake will make the connection.

A smile spread across his face. "Can't wait to meet her man! She's the one I want to spend my life with. Hold her hand, and watch her smile. It's been so long since I last saw her.”

“She's a civilian?”

“Yep, she’s in art school, about to graduate”

“Really! Where? My sister’s in art school, they might be in the same place.”

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“She’s in California.” He had replied.

“Ah, My sister’s in DC, haven’t seen her in a while. I'll probably drop by this time," he says, getting up and waving goodbye to him as he goes to his room.

“The girl you told me about, that’s Y/N, right? Or do you have another one in California?” Jake asks, tucking his hands in his pockets.

Mickey stands straight, looking him directly in the eyes, "No Jake. It's Y/N. Every time I take off, I pray to God to bring me back to her. I love her Jake. And I'll do so until my last breath,” he says without hesitation.

Jake’s eyes shoot up at this.

He knew Mickey was a good guy. He knew that he would never hurt you or anyone else in the way he was thinking. He could see how much respect and love he has for you in his eyes. And he had witnessed how he talks about you behind your back.

Mickey and you were in love, and as much as he would hate to admit it, he was kind of glad that his sister was with someone like him. Someone who was ready to face him for you.

“Okay then. You have my blessing,” he says, smiling at him.

"But," he says, "You're gonna talk to mom and dad about this. And keep it PG in public, especially in front of me. Or I will knock your teeth out.” his elder brother's instincts kicked in at the moment.

He hears a sudden burst of sound coming from behind him, and he turns to see you running out of your room. He laughed at the fact you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

You run up to Mickey and grab his hand. He responds by holding your hand between both of his palms.

Jake watched you both subconsciously fit together, relaxing your bodies, stealing glances at each other when the other was distracted. It was obvious that you would be happy with him, after all, he makes you smile like no one else.

“Yeah, Jakey, whatever,” you say, smacking his arm. You knew that behind his tough man persona, he was an emotional sod. So, you walk toward the kitchen. “Now that my boyfriend’s safe, who wants some food? Because I am starving!”

“I do,” says Jake, grinning at you.

“I’ll help” Mickey replies, following you to your open kitchen that was basically a shelf in the corner of your living room.

College kids struggle, right?

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests about this AU is mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

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