#mickey henry fanfiction

[navybrat817]

How Far Down

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

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

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

Until he called you back to him.

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

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

He wouldn’t notice if you left early.

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

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

It would be fun if he hunted me down.

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

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

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

The halo fell from my head a long time ago.

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

“There you are.”

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

It only took you a second to take it.

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

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

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

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

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

They lived like there was no tomorrow.

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

So why did you follow him?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The praise warmed you as your moans got louder.

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

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

Right?

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

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

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

Neither did you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But the crowd-”

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

“Because I’m special?”

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

There was no sarcasm in his tone. Only truth.

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

You'd always come back if he called.

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

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

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

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Kinktober 2022, Day 13:  Mutual Masturbation

Slut For Me

Summary:  Mickey knew the way to turn you on

Pairings:  Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating:  explicit

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

Word Count:  1.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

"You're so wet, Bug."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything?"

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

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

"Always."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that what you want?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Clear Blue (2) | Mickey Henry 18+

Mickey Henry x F!Reader

chapter warnings: angst, oh boy.

Part 1

Somehow, you’d managed to make it through your entire first trimester without a single hint of morning sickness, sore boobs or fatigue. But the second that second trimester hit? You were dead on your feet. Yep. It was official. You scheduled a doctor’s appointment a week after that second line showed up and the doctor confirmed it for you. Fourteen weeks. Of course the second you left the office the first thing you could think of was “how the fuck do I tell Mickey?” You weren’t so sure that you wanted to honestly. He seemed happy with Chloe and he also seemed like he wanted nothing to do with you. You knew this is what happened with Mickey. He always dropped you for the newer, shinier model. But this time just the thought of talking to him around Chloe made your stomach curl. 

You knew that Chloe didn’t approve the lifestyle that Mickey led. She was like Aspa in that way. She wanted to force him to grow up and lead a more “adult” life but that just wasn’t Mickey. You could dress him in all the nicest suits, try to tame that fluffy hair but he was still Mickey. But that thought was enough to sober you up. He was Mickey and you were Y/N and holy fuck you were having his baby.

It was that sobering thought that basically…well…sobered you up. Unlike Mickey who didn’t have to carry the baby and make sure that his lifestyle was as healthy and clean as possible to ensure the developmental safety of this child, you had to change. At the appointment the doctor had confirmed that the fetus seemed fine and that they were developing at the typical rate but just the thought of how your lifestyle before this realization could’ve affected another life gave you pause. And so you sold your blow and your alcohol to Argyris, because why not make a fucking profit off it. Argyris didn’t question why you did it and you sure as hell weren’t about to tell him what you’d just found out before even talking to Mickey about it. 

And that’s how you ended up here. At one of the last parties of the season before the weather started to turn just slightly. Mickey was up at the Deejay stand and Chloe was dancing in front of him, trying to get his attention. You stood at the bar, a couple of your mutual friends around you trying to make conversation. You took a sip of your water, trying hard to blend in with your friends as you pretended to have a good time and you convinced them that you were just taking the role of D.D. extremely seriously tonight. Making sure not to alert them to any changes. 

Mickey looked like he was having a great time, until another Deejay came up to take his spot. You could read him like a book. Mickey was not happy with the sudden change and if the clenching of his jaw told you anything, it was that he was unprepared for this interruption. The music changed and the crowd seemed to be more involved, likely having come to the party for the deejay that wasn’t Mickey. Mickey and Chloe joined your friends at the bar. Argyris spouted his typical Argyris bullshit about how he and Mickey were going to hit it big and how Chloe was the best thing that ever happened to him. Hearing Argyris say that brought on a strong bout of nausea that you just barely managed to hold back. When Chloe left to go to the bathroom that’s when you took your chance. Taking in a breath, you slid off your stool and sidled up to Mickey. He looked at you, really looked at you, for the first time in months. That signature goofy smirk taking residence on his face and you swore you felt fucking butterflies in your stomach.

“Hi princess, long time no see,” he stated as casually as possible. The flippant nature of his tone causing a scowl to become etched upon your features. As if he hadn’t tossed you aside the second he met Chloe. But you tried to turn that feeling off. 

“Mickey, we need to talk.”

“Well then talk sweetheart, I’m all ears.”

“Mickey we need to talk alone.”

The seriousness in your voice must have intrigued him because Mickey was throwing back his shot and leading you by the arm to a darkened spot of the party where the music was quieter but none of your friends were near.

“What’s up, sweetheart? Miss me?” Mickey smirked as he leaned against the wall. The casualty in his tone once again raising your blood pressure.

“What’s there to miss Henry?” you practically hissed, crossing your arms as you looked at him with a glare that you hoped he could physically feel burning into him. The smug look reappeared on his face and you knew he was about to say something that would piss you off even more. He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer to you, closing the space you’d put in between the two of you. Mickey’s cologne filled the space and where you’d been super sensitive to smell in the last couple weeks, the smell of him taking up space made you just want to curl into his arms and never leave. And then he ruined it by touching your face and pushing his lips into a mock pout.

“Aww what is it princess? Haven’t been able to get yourself off since daddy stopped hanging around?” He teased mercilessly, his eyes alight with mischief. He knew what he was saying and you knew he had zero plans to act on them, hell you didn’t want him to act on them. You weren’t a home wrecker. You didn’t want to come between him and Chloe. But the way he addressed himself as daddy seemed to remind you what you needed to talk to him about. 

It’s now or never.

“You know it’s funny. You always liked being called daddy but I didn’t think you meant it seriously,” you snapped in his direction. 

Mickey withdrew his hand from your face at the spice in your voice. His eyes grew confused at your words, the playful spark disappearing and darkening as he took in your words. His smirk twisted into a grimace as he looked at you more seriously than he had in years.

“What the fuck are you talking about Y/N?”

The way he said your name felt like a knife to your heart. It was said softly as if he had a clue of what you were telling him but he needed you to say it out loud. And fuck if you weren’t scared. You hadn’t told anyone. Not your friends or your parents. You’d barely said it out loud to yourself. And now here you were about to spill your closest secret to the only person worthy of hearing it. And so you decided to be a little sarcastic with your announcement.

“Congratulations, Mickey Henry. On this week’s episode of ‘who’s your daddy: the show with the baby mama drama’ you seem to be a prime contender. Congratulations. Your sperm is effective and seems to not give a fuck about birth control pills. We’re in the 9% friend.”

Part of you wondered if you made the right choice announcing your pregnancy to him in such a manner, but another part of you wanted to fucking frame the image in front of you. Mickey’s mouth opening and shutting like a fish and his wide blue eyes swirling with confusion and a number of other emotions that you couldn’t even decipher. It was quiet between the two of you. The music from the party in the background. You knew Chloe would be back soon and you’d lose him again but fuck you just needed him to say something. To respond. Anything. Just to acknowledge the words you’d just told him, the largest truth bomb you ever could have detonated.

But he just stood there. Silent. Thinking. He closed his mouth. Ran a hand through his hair. Opened his mouth again. Closed it one more time. And then he did what Mickey Henry fucking does best. 

He walked away.

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Take Me

Pairing: Roommate!Mickey Henry x Reader

Words: 2100+

So, I came up with this idea about a week ago and thought it would be perfect with Mickey. And I know the photo is of Noa and Steve but seeing it reminds me of this fic, so I'm going with it.

warnings; none really

"Mickey? I'm back," you shout into the apartment and you close the door with your hip. Mickey's footsteps grow louder as he walks into the kitchen, his hands finding their place on your hips.

"Hi, cutie," he giggles into your ear. Your cheeks blush as you feel his fingers dip under your shirt.

You glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his blue ones. "Hi, handsome," you chuckle while sliding a case of his favorite beer towards him. "I got your favorite."

"Shit, love. You didn't have to do that," Mickey states after pulling away from you, grabbing the case from the table.

You shrug your shoulders and put the rest of the groceries away, placing the empty plastic bags under the sink. "Well, since I drank your last one the other day I might as well have," you grin while leaning against the counter.

Mickey smiles and shakes his head. He grabs two bottles, opening both of them before handing one to you. "I appreciate you," he chuckles before sipping the beer.

You take a drink from the bottle and hum lightly. You pat his chest while walking past him. "Some would say I'm the best roommate someone could have," you giggle and plop yourself down on the couch.

He walks over to the couch and sits down beside you. Your phone vibrates in your back pocket as Mickey turns on the TV. A sigh escapes your lips at the sight of a text from your ex-boyfriend.

"Jesus," you mumble mainly to yourself before rolling your eyes.

"Who's that?" Mickey asks, taking a quick glance at you.

You set your phone on the arm of the couch and look up at the brunette. "My stupid ex. I saw him the other day at the store and since then he's been texting me nonstop," you explain to him, causing the brunette to roll his eyes.

"Josh?" He asks you. He settles on the movie Pirates in the Caribbean before returning his gaze to you. "Or the recent one, uh, Nate?"

"Nate," you inform him with a chuckle. You shift on the couch and face Mickey. "God, I don't even want to think about Josh."

The two of you laugh together before taking another sip of your beer. He picks himself up from the couch and walks into the kitchen. "I never liked Josh. He was a fucking ass," he states while grabbing two more beers.

You hum in response and nod your head slightly. "Yeah, he really was," you mumble, feeling the tears brimming your waterline. You clear your throat as Mickey walks back into the living room, holding a bottle to you. "Thanks."

You take the beer from him and set it on the table in front of you. He notices the sadness in your eyes and places one of his hands on your thigh. "What did Nate want?" He asks you, snapping you from your daze.

"Just the same bullshit," you mention and scratch the back of your neck, glancing towards your phone. "He wants to meet. Talk about what he did wrong and hope to get back together, but I just… I don't want to. Clearly, he can't take no for an answer."

Mickey hums and squeezes your thigh reassuringly. "Do you need me to talk to him? Cause I will," he tells you with a stern look on his face.

A laugh bubbles from your lips and you shake your head. "No, that's not necessary. I need to figure out how to get him off my back," you shrug your shoulders, giving your roommate a small smile.

"Well, I have an idea," he mumbles while licking his lips. You raise an eyebrow at him and wait for him to continue his thought. "I think if you show him that you're with someone else… he'll back off."

"Oh?" You ask him, feeling your heart pounding against your chest. "And, uh, how am I supposed to do that?"

Mickey teasingly grins at you and points to himself. "Nate hates me. I'm the perfect man for the job," he smirks, causing your cheeks to heat up.

You gently bite your lip and straighten your back, thinking the idea over in your head. Mickey glides his hands up your thighs before tugging you towards him. Your breath hitches in your throat and you place your hands on his chest.

"You don't have to do it, Y/N. I just want to help you out," he mumbles loud enough for you to hear.

"I'll do it," you whisper.

The brunette in front of you grins and tightens his grip on you. "Are you sure?" He asks with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You nod your head and Mickey brings one of his hands to your face. His thumb strokes your cheek softly and you notice his eyes shift towards your lips. "What did you have in mind?" You ask him quietly, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Take your top off."

Your eyes widen at his request and a bit of air gets caught in your throat. You release a string of coughs, turning your head away from Mickey. He chuckles and moves a hand to the middle of your back before stroking it softly.

"I-Including my bra?" You question him as soon as you're done couching, standing up from the couch.

He watches you fumble with your fingers and stands up with you. "Okay, let me explain my vision," he says with a chuckle, gently grabbing your hands.

"O-Okay. I'm sorry. It's just-"

"You're fine, Y/N. I understand," Mickey smiles at you before kissing your knuckles.

You nod your head and remove your hands from his. Mickey watches you quietly as you bring your hands to the hem of your shirt. You take a deep breath before pulling the piece of fabric over your head, revealing the blue-lace bra covering your breasts.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, his eyes roaming down your torso. "You're fucking gorgeous."

The apples of your cheeks blush and divert your gaze to the floor. You clear your throat a bit and swiftly turn away from him. You bring your hands to your bra, going to unclip it when Mickey beats you to it.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the feeling of his fingertips brushing your skin. You hold the cups of your bra, ensuring it doesn't fall to the floor immediately.

"M-Mickey," you moan out a stutter as the brunette drags his lips across your back.

"Give me your phone," he mumbles against your skin. His hands find a place on your hips before pressing his groin against your ass.

You stumble towards the couch, keeping one of your hands pressed to your chest, and reach for your phone, handing it to Mickey instantly. You watch him as he opens the camera app, his blue eyes flitting up to meet yours.

"Where do you want me?" You ask in a whisper, fiddling with the lace on your bra.

Your roommate wets his lips and glances towards the couch. "Bend over the arm of the couch, gorgeous," he tells you while motioning his head towards the furniture.

A ragged breath escapes your lips, stopping you from moaning before turning away from him. You step over to the side of the couch, pressing your thighs against it. You push the straps of your bra off and bend over the navy blue furniture.

Mickey walks over to you and he drags his fingertips along your spine. Your eyes flutter shut and you turn your head to the side, resisting the urge to glance back at him.

"We won't need this," he mumbles before grabbing your bra, tugging it out from underneath you. "Are you doing okay?"

"Y-Yeah, Mick," you mutter with a chuckle, shifting your gaze back at him. Mickey leans forward and you can feel his groin press against your ass again.

His hand connects with your cheek for a quick second, stroking your skin gently before he stands back up. Mickey angles the camera so it looks like you're naked and spreads his fingers across the middle of your back.

"Fuck me," he mumbles to himself and takes a couple of pictures. He quickly sends a photo to your ex-boyfriend, captioning it with the sentence, "she's busy at the moment, but I think it's safe to say that she's moved on." 

Mickey sets your phone down on the top of the couch cushions before leaning forward again. A gasp leaves your lips when you feel Mickey press a light kiss to your lower back. Your fingers grip the edge of your couch as he pulls away from you. Your eyes flutter open and watch him grab a hold of your bra.

"Here," he says with flushed cheeks. You mumble a quiet thank you and do your best to cover yourself before lifting yourself off the couch.

"Can you clip it for me?" You ask Mickey while sliding the straps on.

He nods his head in response and takes a step behind you. His fingertips brush against the middle of your back as he secures your bra in place.

Your phone goes off, causing both of you to glance towards it. Your gaze shifts to Mickey for a quick second before grabbing the device from the couch. You see the notification from your ex-boyfriend and take a deep breath.

Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N? I bet it's Mickey, too. The two of you prolly been fuckin' since before we were dating 🙄 fuck you both

A laugh leaves your lips and you rub your forehead. "God, he never surprises me," you mention and show the text to your roommate.

Mickey scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Typical guy. Always assuming that you're fucking your roommate," he tsks while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Men are such trash," you say with a smile, shaking your head. He laughs and slaps your arm gently.

"Hey! I'm a man," he almost whines and sits down on the couch.

You playfully roll your eyes and you bite your lip. After a few moments of silence, you take a step towards the couch before straddling Mickey's lap.

His eyes glance up at you with a shocked look on his face. You give him a reassuring smile and rest your hands on his shoulders. He places his hands on your hips as you glide your fingers along his shoulder.

"Don't do something you'll regret," Mickey mentions and you rest your forehead against his.

"Would you regret it?" You whisper to him, your fingers fiddling with the hairs on the back of his neck.

Mickey shakes his head and tightens his grip on your hips. “No, never,” he whispers back to you and you watch his blue eyes flutter shut. You smile softly and bring one of your hands to his face before gently stroking his cheek.

You dip your head down and press your lips to his. Your heart pounds in your chest as Mickey instantly moves his lips against yours. His arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer to him. You pull away from him and run your fingers through his hair, smiling to yourself as he keeps his eyes closed.

“Maybe we should’ve been fucking,” you laugh to yourself while casting your eyes down to your lap, bringing your hands to the shirt he’s wearing. Mickey wets his lips as you fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

“You think so?” He asks with a raised brow, one of his hands sliding along your forearm.

You nod your head and Mickey suddenly lifts you off the couch. A squeal leaves your lips and you wrap your arms and legs around him, clinging to his body. “Hey!” You practically shriek, shoving his head into your breasts.

A sharp pain shoots through your chest and you pull back slightly, seeing a smirk on your roommate’s lips. “If you put your tits in my face, I’m gonna bite them,” he chuckles while carrying you towards his room.

“Fuck you, Mickey,” you giggle and shake your head, crouching a bit so you don’t hit your head off of the doorframe.

He throws you onto the bed and another shriek leaves your lips. You bounce on his mattress and place your hands on either side of you, holding yourself up. “That’s what I’m going to do, gorgeous,” he states with his signature smirk as he tugs his shirt over his head.

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as Mickey leans onto the bed and leans forward to wrap his hand around your ankle. He tugs you towards the edge of the mattress before hovering over you. “Then take me, handsome.”

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Tatiana had just gotten out of work, when she saw Mickey waiting for her. "Hey handsome. What are you doing here?", she asked. Mickey looked up from his phone, and replied "I missed you. Thought I'd come and pick you up." Tatiana's smile grew and she blushed at his words. "Are you blushing?", Mickey teasingly asked. "No.", Tati shyly replied. Mickey let out a little chuckle and motioned his head for her to come towards him. "Come on baby. Let's head home." Tati smiled, and nodded, before heading towards him. Mickey put the helmet on her head and they headed off. Once they got home, and Mickey helped Tati get her helmet off, they went straight to the shower where they held each other and washed each others hair. They then went and cuddled up together. "How was your day?", Mickey asked while stroking Tati's hair. Tatiana looked up at him before answering. "It was ok. It got better when I saw you though." Mickey smiled down at her before giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "My day got better when I saw you too.", he whispered against her lips. Tatiana smiled at Mickey, before leaning up to give him a long kiss. "I love you Mick.", she whispered. Mickey got a giddy look in his eyes before replying. "I love you too baby.", he whispered back. With that they both fell asleep soon after. Tatiana woke up before Mickey, and watched him sleep for a little while, before she went to make him breakfast. When Mickey woke up he followed the smell of food to the kitchen. "Good morning love of my life"., Mickey said, while hugging Tati from the back. "Good morning handsome", Tatiana replied, before turning around and giving Mickey a kiss. Mickey helped Tatiana make the rest of the food, before they sat down and enjoyed their breakfast together. They then went to pick up Hector from Aspa's house. Today was gonna be a good day.

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Would you be interested in writing a drabble for my favourite DJ?

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

For you? Anything!

Good for a Laugh

Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female Reader Summary: Mickey unintentionally makes you laugh. Word Count: Almost 630 Warnings: Laughter, implied oral, hot man wearing panties, balls, I don't even know what these warnings are at this point, Mickey Henry (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Hey, lovelies! Life has been crazy, so why not something short and fun for Sinday? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world! Masterlist

When it came to sex, Mickey Henry could do no wrong in your eyes. Maybe it was because he looked like a mix of a god and sin incarnate with his sun kissed skin and ocean blue eyes. It could have also been because he was confident without being arrogant about his sexual prowess. It wasn't an easy line to toe, but he made it seem effortless. It was part of his charm.

But tonight when he walked in, his arms opened wide as he smiled from ear to ear?

You laughed.

And it wasn't a dismissive snort or a giggle. It was a soft sound that grew the longer you stared at him. He raised an eyebrow as the sound filled the room, clutching your stomach and nearly falling off the edge of your bed. Your sides ached and it took a second to make your head stop spinning as you tried to catch your breath.

Kind of like after the mind shattering orgasms he gave you.

“Why are you laughing? I am trying to sex you up right now. What’s so funny?”

You didn't mean to laugh. You truly didn't. And seeing the small pout on his face as his hands went to his hips, you feared you'd start all over again. But you couldn't. Not if you wanted to feel the rings on his fingers dig into your skin within the next few minutes.

"I'm sorry. It's just…" you gestured to his bulge. "My panties? Really?"

Mickey smirked as he did a small spin. The blue lace made him look prettier, which you didn't think was possible. You also wished you could smack his handsome face because why did his ass look better in your underwear? 

"Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about. I mean. They're kind of comfortable, but I prefer you without them. Easier access and all that."

Your chaotic man, always ready for a good time with you. "They look good on you."

He sauntered over to where you sat and part of you was tempted to grab him a pair of heels, just to see how well he could walk in them. "Then why are you laughing?" he questioned, running his palms along the top of your thighs.

You shivered as he leaned down, just out of reach for a kiss. "Your balls are out."

Mickey took a couple of steps back, which gave you a nice eyeful as his hand went to his crotch to feel. "Thought I tucked them in."

The laughter began to bubble up from your throat again as he tried to push them into the fabric. You discovered very early on that he was packing heavy when it came to those bad boys. Your panties didn't stand a chance. "Did you not FEEL a draft?"

"I mean, I felt a little cold," he chuckled as he ran his other hand through his fluffy hair. "I carry a lot of heat down there, baby. They're huge."

"They are," you agreed, clenching as you pictured them smacking against your bare skin. "And I'm ready for you to sex me up."

"I didn't ruin the moment?" he smiled, showing that he was unphased by your earlier laughter.

You slid off the edge of the bed to drop to your knees, smiling as you gently pushed his hand away. One of the reasons you loved him was because he made you laugh. He always showed you a good time. He deserved the same.

"Never. Feel free to wear any of my panties you want."

"Any of them?" he groaned, his head tipping back as you mouthed at the fabric.

"Yep. In fact, let's see if I can make you ruin these before you even get inside me."

*****

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[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 6

Summary:  You and TJ go out, and Jack and Callum show up

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, TJ Hammond X Reader, Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, one night stand, mentions of divorce, tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Hey!” Jack says excitedly when you call. You never call on your weekend, “Wait, is something wrong? Is Finn okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” you hated this. Hated every bit of it, and missed when life was just simple. When you could call him because you missed the sound of his voice. “TJ was wanting to go out tonight, and it’s my weekend. Finn wants to spend the night with my parents, but I wanted to check and see if you wanted him?”

“Oh,” he hesitates, looking over at Cal. “Um, I already had plans.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to give you that option. Also, wanted to talk to you about maybe getting him on a weekday. He misses you. Maybe have a night or two of dinners at the house? You’re better at math anyways.”

It felt normal and strained all at the same time. Felt so forced, and it almost felt like you were holding onto whatever strings you had left of your family. “You know I want to spend as much time with him as possible,” it was one of the few things you wanted from Jack. An available father. “So where’s the dynamic duo going tonight?”

“We’re going out,” he was such a slime ball sometimes, always trying to trick you into telling him where you were going.  You knew he was going to be doing his own research, and he would find you.

“Hmm,” he playfully chides you.  “I’m guessing you two are dressing in all black, TJ is going to have his fancy little martinis, and you can’t even fake classy like that when it comes to your alcohol, you’re going to have a bottle of beer in your hand, and you’ll be dancing up a storm.  Just stay away from pool tables.”

Both of you sigh, remembering happier times between the two of you.  It was bittersweet to think that it all started with a pool table, drinks, and TJ and Callum.  “You and Cal have fun tonight.  I’m picking the boy up tomorrow, and we’re going to see a movie,” you leave it open for a second, hoping that he will invite himself.  Unsure of why you did it.  But there was still a deep longing for your family.  For your husband.  You just couldn’t trust him.

“If you’re going to go see the latest Batman movie, do you mind if I tag along?”

“You better ask our son.  I need to get him to my parents, and get ready.  Have fun, Jack.”

“You, too,” he clicks off, and puts his phone on his chin thinking.  Contemplating everything that you had said, before jumping up and looking at your social medias.

“What are you doing?” Cal asks, peeking around Jack’s shoulder.  “Get off her page.”

“Her and TJ are going out tonight,” he says, clicking through your recent activity.  Nothing.  You were a ghost online, but not TJ.  TJ wants everyone to know that he’s having more fun than everyone else.

“They should.  TJ is good for her, and you won’t have to worry about her having sex,” Jack turns to glare at Cal, and he holds his hands up in surrender.  “No one has her back quite like Teej, you know this.  Ooh!” He points at a local club that was hosting a new DJ, “Can we go there?”

“Yep,” Jack answers, putting the address in his phone.  “We’re not the only ones.”

“Jack!” Cal throws his head back dramatically.  “You can’t go chasing her around all the time.”

“No, you said I needed to try.  I’m trying.  Me and her have open dialogue.  She can actually look at me again.  She invited me over for dinners at the house with Finn.”

“You’re not weaseling your way in, are you?  Like you legit want to be with your wife?  Want to wake up in the bed with her every morning?  Want to clock out, and go home to her every night?  Want to deal with the hard stuff?  Want to see your son every day?  Want to be there for her?  And want to compromise and have another kid?  This isn’t some conquest.  This is a woman that does in fact love you, maybe she’s still in love with you, maybe she’s in love with the idea that she had in her head of you.  But you can’t just do this, and spend time with Finn and then flake away.  You have to be there for her during the hard times.  Have to have arguments, without turning to someone else who will just tell you what you want to hear.  That woman is who you talk about things with.  Open yourself and be vulnerable.”

“Yeah,” he answers.  Standing up to walk out of the station, “Like I know this is stupid, but I realize what I had, now that it’s gone,” he gets a hard whack in the back of the head at that admission, “I know, I’m dumb.  I am a dumb man.  I wanted to have it all, and now I have nothing.  But she and my son are what I want.  This isn’t just to prove that I can have her whenever I want.  This is wanting the life that I should have been working to have with her.  They don’t make women like her.”

“Yeah, she made the best lunches.  And now, I don’t get snacks.  You messed up my snack time for me Jackson.  I miss those cute little boxes of a cheese and meat platters.  With the little nuts, and jellies.  It was like a charcuterie box.  I’m going to tell her I want that.  She’ll make me one.  I haven’t pissed her off.  So we’re going to this club, and you’re hoping that she and TJ will be there?”

“Yep.  They’ll be there, or we’re going to look like idiots.”

“Correction, you dance like a white boy.  You’re going to look like an idiot.”

“Stop dancing with me,” TJ yells in your ear, trying to pull away from you, but you pull him back.  “That fine as fuck DJ is checking you out.  Keeps smiling at you, and that tall drink of water keeps thinking I’m straight because you won’t quit grinding on me.  You’re cockblocking me. Again.  And yourself,” he gives a wave up at the DJ trying to push you away.

“Don’t leave me.  He’s working,” you glance up at the man, and he was smiling the whole time, and directly at you.  Waving his hand for you to come up there to him.  “Oh!”

“See!  Now, go suck his dick while he plays or something,” you smack him in the stomach, and his obnoxious and roaring laughter lifts your mood even more.  “Not everyone you date has to be on that app.  You can meet people out in real life.  Go talk to the man.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’ll…I’m going up there,” you depart from TJ, going up to the DJ which you find out quickly his name was Mickey.  He even pulls you in front of him, teaching you how to work the turntables.  Getting close to your body quickly.

TJ sits at the bar, ordering up another martini when he sees Jack and Cal walk in, and starts laughing.  Raising a hand to the two men, and they trot over to him, “Quit looking,” TJ says, pointing up at the stage.  Jack’s face falls for a minute seeing you smiling and laughing.  “She just got up there.  He’s been watching her all night.”

“She looks beautiful,” his eyes drift all down your body.  You and TJ always did make a statement when you walked in somewhere.  Coordinated enough, but could still attract the people you wanted.

“She looks hot,” TJ responds, taking a sip from his martini.  “You went digging on my facebook didn’t you?” Jack looks over at him quickly, and TJ shrugs, “You’re predictable Jack.  You can’t stand not to snoop.  And yes, I put that shit out there to lead you to where she was going to be.  She’s not on a date with this guy.  She’s flirting.”

“He looks sloppy,” Jack notes, looking down at his clothes.  TJ pulls apart one of Jack’s layers, and then another.  “What are you doing?” He slaps his hand off him.

“How many layers do you have on today?  Your wife has a type, and it starts with the clothes,” Callum throws his head back, starting to laugh, but Jack squints his eyes, glaring at TJ.  “Ain’t none of y’all going to win best dressed.  She stays with me, so we can look good together, and then she has you and whatever that is to make her look like the queen she is.  Look at fucking Dean.”

“Don’t talk about that man.  I have a meeting with him on Monday.  He’s talking to Finn about his mom,” TJ points up at you, and Jack shakes his head.  “She’d pull Dean’s testicles off his body if she thought that he was including Finn in her dates.  I think she ended it with Dean,” TJ nods his head quickly, “Okay, she definitely ended it with Dean, and he doesn’t like it.  So he involves our son.  She…I gotta go,” he bolts off quickly when he sees you start to walk off the stage, and TJ slaps at Callum’s arm.

“Big guy, that sweet thing right there is checking you out.  Now, if you would please, I have got this man that I have wanted to talk to you, and if it isn’t my bestie, it’s you and Jack.  Talk to her, dance with her, take her home.  Jack is busy.”

“You think this is gonna work?” TJ shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of the martini, already tapping his finger on the bar for another.  “They love each other.  They know they love each other.  She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t.”

“She still believes Jack slept with that woman.  Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t.  Doesn’t matter.  She thinks he did.  She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t love him, so she doesn’t get hurt.  She’s sleeping around, because ‘he did’.  That woman is struggling because her heart starts in her vagina.  But Jack has something no one else does.”

The two men look at each other, and both respond, “Finn.”

“Jack will always have a piece of her heart because that’s Finn’s dad.  She wants things to work.  But she’s playing the game like Jack did.  One foot in and one foot out.”

“Our friends suck,” Cal looks over at the woman that TJ had pointed out, and nods his head at her.  “If Jack plays his cards right…”

“No, you watch, he won’t be going home with her.  I think she really meant it when she said she wasn’t going to sleep with him,” Cal points over towards you and Jack, and you were laughing at whatever he was saying.  Your hand finding any excuse to touch him.  “She’s had a few beers.  And a couple of shots.”

“Twenty bucks says he goes home with her.”

“Thirty bucks says he just gets a kiss,” TJ puts his hand in front of Cal, and they both shake on it.  Going their separate ways with their prospective partners for the evening while you giggle again at Jack.

Grabbing at his hips, you tell him to loosen up.  “Have fun!”

“This is so fun.  So very fun,” he responds sarcastically, and you throw your head back laughing, but grab his hand to place on your hips.  

“Feel the beat.  Or just feel me,” he gulps, as he tries to dance around with you.  He was definitely feeling you.  Had your undivided attention, and you were ignoring the DJ and only looking at him.  Your eyes were shining up at him, and the two of you were laughing.  You weren’t just Finn’s parents at this moment.  You were two people enjoying each other.

“That’s better,” you giggle, turning around, and his hands pull you closer to his body, “Oh, we’re going back to the good ole days, huh?”

“Remind me of how good you can dance,” circling your hips, you lean forward a bit, starting to grind on him.  Even he gets into dancing.  Relaxing enough to enjoy the beat of the music, but mostly your ass on his crotch.  You close your eyes, and forget about the past.  Push aside everything that has happened, and will yourself to live only in this moment.

Your hand goes behind you, and you hold onto his neck.  Jack takes a chance, and leans forward, softly kissing on the column of your neck.  With your first whimper, he nibbles on your skin.  Kissing up your neck, before he comes to your face, and you were looking at him through your lashes.  Your pupils a deep sea of lust.  Your fingers wiggle around on him, urging him closer.

His eyes flash down to your lips, and you pull him even closer.  Inching closer and closer, so slowly, before his petal pink lips touch your own.  The moment he touches your mouth, your body spins around, so you can deepen the kiss.  Granting his tongue access quickly.  It was muscle memory, but it was so full of passion.  You hadn’t kissed him like this in so long.  Hadn’t felt him like this for years.

Jack’s hand starts coasting up your side, and his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you yip on his mouth, and he pulls you closer.  Starting to walk backwards, and get you somewhere private.  A heated moment between two old lovers.  He starts kissing down your neck, looking around the crowded club, and you blink your eyes open.  

Purple haze surrounded you; intoxicating you.  Those thick fingers caress your soft curves, and you hear a scratch of the record, and realize where you were.  Remember just who was sucking on your neck, and you push him off you, “I can’t do this.”

“Sharkie, wait.”

“I’m not some hookup, Jack.  I can’t,” he grabs at your hand, pulling you back to him, “I can’t.  I can’t give you that.”

“Let’s just leave then,” there was so much sincerity in his face that it hurt.  A deep rooted pain fills in your gut, and you hated the way it was making you feel.  “We don’t even have to do anything.  Let’s just go home,” you shake your head no.  Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill up with tears.  “Why?”

“I can’t do that with you.  I don’t trust myself with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I always fall,” you pull his hand off your own and start to walk away.  Getting closer to the stage, while Jack spins on his heel, and marches out of the club.  Screaming the minute he gets out, and Cal and TJ look at each other from across the way.  

You were already waving your hand to Mickey, who calls another man to take his place, sinking deeper away from the crowd ready for some privacy.  Cal walks outside to Jack who was sitting on the curb, “What happened?”

“We kissed,” his foot toes the ground, but his eyes stare blankly at nothing.  “Not just a little peck, but a real kiss.  It felt like the beginning of our relationship again.  Everything was fine.”

“You were trying to fuck her in there, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know.  She thinks that’s what it was.  I don’t know.  I really don’t know.  I wanted somewhere more private, but we could have left, and just snuggled on the couch.  It doesn’t always have to be sexual.  But I know that’s what she thought it was.  I know she sees me looking at her as an easy way to get my dick wet, and that’s my fault.  Robyn got the sweet flirty side of me, and she got only my dick,” he throws his body back on the pavement looking at the sky.

“Get up off the disgusting ground.”

“I deserve to be down here.”

Cal sits down on the curb with him, nodding his head.  “I really did cheat on her, didn’t I?  Like me giving the best parts to Robyn, even when I was living with my family.  She told me there was no passion in our love making anymore.  I just used her to get my dick wet.  She was supposed to be my everything.  I was with Robyn when my son was in the hospital.  My son was unconscious and my wife was alone.  Scared about our son, and worried about where I was.  And I was drinking coffee with another woman,” Jack starts laughing, closing his eyes, and slams his hands over them.

“I would leave me, too.  I love her.  And I hate that it took all of this to see that.  But I felt it, and I know she did, too.  I know that she felt that spark the moment that our lips touched.  She could feel this passion that we hadn’t had in years.  It was just like old times sake.  And here I was just wanting to get away from the noise, and she took it as using her for her pussy.  Because that’s how I made her feel.  I made her feel like she wasn’t worth anything besides what sits in between her thighs.  And she’s running from what she really feels because I’m dumb.  I wanna drink.  I just want to drink my sorrows away.”

“You’ve got a movie date with them tomorrow.  You can have one more beer.  You’re not drinking your sorrows away.  You’re going to the movies.  You will be Finn’s parents.  Finn needs the both of you.  Monday, you’re marching in and telling Winchester to leave your kid out of his former relationship,” Jack whispers okay, and Cal stands, giving him a hand.  

“She loves me, though,” he smiles up at Callum.  “She can’t fake passion.  I knew at the end it was just sex between us.  That though…that kiss had sparks.  Had desperation and need.  Because my wife still loves me.”

“Come on lover boy.”

TJ opens the door where he had seen you and Mickey run off to, and you were sitting on top of him.  Ass exposed as you bounce over him.  “I’m gonna lock this door,” he says as he closes it quickly.

Your arms wrap around Mickey’s neck, letting him kiss all over your skin.  You were just going through the motions.  But he was enjoying himself.  Deep panting breaths as he sucks bruises on you.  His long fingers cupping your ass and slamming you down harder on his length.  

Mickey was just as touch starved as you, and he made sure to touch and kiss every part of your body.  Even though this didn’t mean a damn thing, he makes you feel like you were the only one.  He was touching you in all the right places.  Kissing all over your body, not neglecting any exposed skin, but he couldn’t stop returning to your mouth.  Swallowing all your moans was becoming an addiction and his favorite flavor.  You wanted to forget, but in the twenty minutes you are with him, it felt like for just that time, you were in love again.  If only for these precious few minutes.  

You didn’t do this anymore, and yet here you were having the most meaningless sex with someone you barely knew.  Didn’t even know his last name.  But TJ had armed you with condoms, and you were pissed.  Mad at yourself for allowing your vulnerability with Jack to sneak out.  You let him know just how fragile you were when it came to him.  

And now here you were taking some man you just met.  Was balls deep, and between his vocal performance and your squelching sounds, the two of you were quite a pair.  Letting the pleasure seep its way to your own throat, you moan as you get closer.  Hoping that he cums quickly, because you didn’t know if you could go for more.  

Now you just wanted to go to sleep.  Couldn’t properly enjoy a good fuck because it was making you feel disgusted.  Both his hands cup your face, and he swallows every whimpering mewl as your walls clench down tight around him.  Squeaking out his own pleasure, before his head throws back, “That was amazing,” he pants.  Holding onto your hips when you try to get off.

“Where are you doing?” He was a pretty little thing, but there was no way that you could see this lasting.  Had no desire to bring him around your son.

“Can we do this again?”

“Not likely,” he snorts, finally letting go of you, allowing you to stand up.  You shimmy your dress back over your hips and thighs.  Going to reach for your panties, but he grabs them up off the floor, “You’re keeping my panties?”

“Well, since I don’t get to feel that tight pussy again, it only seems fair that I get to jerk off into these pretty lacy things.  Looks like I made you cream before you ever even pulled me back here,” you nod your head, letting him think he was the reason for your ruined panties.  It was easier for yourself to admit that.  

Jack terrified you.  Made you realize that you fell so hard, fast, and easy with him.  And you weren’t sure you could ever give yourself to someone like that again.  “Good luck with the music, Mickey.”

“Yeah, if ever you’re needing a quick lay, I’m here.  I know it’s not serious.”

“You just caught me at a bad time in my life.”

“Even divorced mother’s need sex,” you give him an odd look, and his head flicks towards your hand, “There’s a tanline on your finger.  Mothers are usually pretty guarded.  You protect yourself to protect your child.  It’s not that deep,” he grunts, pulling the soiled condom off, and stuffs his dick back in his pants.  “I hope you find your happiness.  Everyone deserves that.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, giving him a kiss to the cheek.  You walk out, and TJ pouts on the opposite wall, holding his hands out to give you a big hug, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“Not like that, right?  Like you got a good fill?  I don’t think I could get it hard for you,” you pinch his butt.  Keeping your head leaned over on his shoulder as the two of you walk out.  “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he hands over your phone, and gives you a big smile.  “What?”

“Who’s Frank?”

“Shut up.”

“Who is Frank?  I clicked out of that picture so fast.  I didn’t see anything, but a hairy chest, and those deep v’s on hips.  You two sending nudes?  Is he your next victim?”

“No!” You shout, slamming yourself into the backseat of the Uber.  “No, Frank is different.”

“But you’re sending pictures?”

“That just started,” TJ gives you an almost sad smile, and you lay your head back on his shoulder.  Wrapping both your arms around his one.  “I don’t want to rush into things with Frank.  He’s never been married.  He’s a professor.  He wants kids.  Knows that I have a kid.  And he scares me.”

“Why?” He leans over giving you a quick kiss to your head.  Your eyes blink close as a single tear falls down your face.

“Because, these other ones I’m talking to, I’m not really connecting with them, you know?  I’m talking to them, setting up dates, knowing it won’t be much.  Frank I talk to.  Frank I like.  Frank I don’t want just sex with.  But…what if he’s not Jack?”

“You won’t know, until you know.”

“You think I should make it work with Jack?”

“Make it work?  No.  That forcing bullshit never worked in the past.  I think you should let things progress with Jack the way they are.  Integrate him more with Finn.  Have your family dinner nights.  Don’t deny what’s happening with Frank or whoever else.  But let things grow organically with Jack.  He’s a good dad.  He’s a great guy.  He wasn’t the best husband.  I love Jack.  But he had his flaws, just like you should have been honest with him about what you knew and what you wanted from him.  You shouldn’t have asked for a baby to save your relationship.  There’s not a perfect timeline for you and Jack.  Grow in the way that your fast asses didn’t allow in the beginning.  Two months.  Pregnant.  Three months.  Married.  You guys didn’t know how to take things slow.  Take it slow now.”

“You’re right,” TJ usually was.  “It feels…comforting having Jack be with me and Finn.”

“That’s his dad.”

“Yeah.”

“But you still want him as your partner?” You nod your head, ready to cry on his chest.  “It’s okay to want it, and to be scared of it, and want to explore other options.  Don’t feel guilty about needing to make sure that Jack is who you want.”

“What if he doesn’t want to wait on me to decide?”

“Then,” he says, opening his door.  “He really isn't who you were supposed to be with.  For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure Jack is set on making things work.  But unless you're willing to forgive everything that happened in the past.  Push it back and let it go, don’t go there, okay?  Now Oreos and milk?”

“Please,” you pout as he drags you in the house.  Stopping in the kitchen, while you strip out of your clothes on the way to the bedroom.  Tossing aside your heels, and you grab one of Jack’s shirts and some clean panties.  Jumping in the bed, and TJ appears with a pack of Double Stuf Oreos and a glass of milk to share.  Stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t make a comment about the shirt that you’re wearing.  Never says anything about how it smells like Jack’s smoky cologne.  He is just there for you.  Letting you cling tight to him when you’ve had your fill of cookies.  TJ was such a good friend, he didn’t make a comment about the tears you were spilling on his chest, and trying not to make a sound.  He knew you were hurting and conflicted.  So he was just there.

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Clear Blue (1) | Mickey Henry 18+

Summary: You and Mickey have known each other since he moved to Greece. A couple of ex-pats, you flocked to each other for company. You were the first to find out his ex was pregnant and he was going to be a dad. You watched him try, and honestly fail, at the whole “being a dad” thing. And the two of you had a nice couple times hooking up. But Mickey has Chloe now and Mickey does what Mickey does best...he ghosts you. But now you have to break the silence. 

Mickey Henry x female reader, Mickey Henry x Chloe Gains

a/n: Okay so we’re taking a quick right turn away from Bucky for a second (don’t worry, First Grade Updates are coming back soon!) But I just think Seb’s character Mickey Henry from Monday does not get NEARLY enough love/fics on this app. So. Time to change that. This will be a short little mini-series! I’m not certain if there will be legit smut yet so I’m just gonna be safe and mark it as 18+

chapter warnings: language, mention of drug usage, a lil angsty really, mentions of sex/sex locations but no specific smut, daddy kink if you squint.

Part 2

Clear blue. It’s the color of the Aegean Sea as it moves throughout the day, tides coming in and going out. It is the color of Mickey Henry’s eyes, twin pools of the ocean situated on his face. Brightening as he laughs, darkening as he frowns. It’s also the name of the stupid pregnancy test you’re about to take. Thanks in part to the aforementioned blue eyed God. Except, Mickey Henry isn’t a God. Mickey Henry is a man, a very good looking man, that you have known for years. Ever since he moved to Greece really. 

You and Mickey moved to Greece around the same time. You partied in the same circles, with the same crowd. You explored Greece together. You explored each other a couple times. And then came Aspa. Mickey’s relationship with Aspa showed you that to him, you were replaceable. Mickey had a tendency to pick you up and put you down whenever another newer, shinier toy came along. And with Aspa, came Hector. When Mickey told you he was going to be a dad you were...concerned to say the least. 

Never had Mickey Henry proven to you that he was responsible enough to be a dad, you’d also never even talked about if he wanted to be one. But his carelessness put him right in the middle of fatherhood when his son was born. That was six years ago. Not much changed.

 In the six years since Aspa had Hector, she and Mickey fought and they fought and they fought. They had broken up not long after Hector was born due to Mickey acting like “a man-child who does drugs and doesn’t have a real job.” Aspa’s words. Not yours. But you silently agreed. Mickey never wanted to grow up. He worked as a Deejay on the weekends and during the week he was kissing whoever’s ass he needed to in order to produce a new jingle.

One thing you had to hand to Mickey, he did love being a dad. He loved Hector, you could see it in his eyes and in the way he spoke about his son. His entire body lit up with excitement and enthusiasm whenever he told you about what his son was learning or doing, even though most of that information came second-hand from Aspa. You could say that Mickey tried to be a dad. He did. But he didn’t really try. He half-assed everything, was constantly late, and on top of that he practically refused to learn Greek to even speak with Hector. Needless to say, the whole situation with Aspa and Hector was pretty touchy now. 

In the years since Aspa and Mickey’s break up, the two of you hooked up a few times. You were prone to fucking each other’s brains out after a few lines of coke at one of Mickey’s gigs. When Argyris found out, by accident after rounding the corner at one of the parties to find Mickey pounding into you from behind as you leaned over his vespa, he was ecstatic. “This is just what he needs! An American girl! Now go fuck! Make more babies!” Argyris had practically cried tears of joy, while you were too focused on crying Mickey’s name.

This happened more times than you could count. You’d do a little blow, drink a little drink, and start kissing just a little after his set. Kissing just a little led to making out intensely. Making out would lead to dry humping. Dry humping would lead to the two of you fucking wherever you could. Leaned over his vespa with one hand on your back holding you in place. Wrapped around his waist in a bathroom stall in between songs. On his lap in the corner booth with the skirt of your dress covering where the two of you met. You didn’t particularly care when or how Mickey fucked you, you just knew that you liked it when he did.

That meant that you two weren’t particularly careful. You were on the pill and both of you were clean, when you started up the tryst that was the one thing the two of you agreed on, regular STD tests if you were gonna sleep with other people. You both really liked it when he fucked you without a condom, and while Mickey wasn’t too certain about the possibility of becoming a dad again, boy did he like being daddy.

But you knew the last couple months of consistent hookups with Mickey were bound to end soon. You just didn’t expect to be there when he met his shiny new toy. You tried to support Mickey at all his gigs, well all the ones you could make it to. You saw her, another American, with her short blonde hair as she yelled into her phone on the other side of the party. And as you watched her, you saw Mickey. You watched him take note of her. You watched Argyris push the two of them together in a forced kiss. You watched them make out on the dance floor. And you watched them drunkenly stumble away together.

“Why are you so grouchy, huh? You need Argyris to kiss it and make it better?” he’d drunkenly uttered as he mock-pouted in your direction. You ignored him, threw back your shot, and elbowed him in the stomach as you walked away.

 Chloe was different. She was different from all the other girls Mickey had dated, or slept with casually. She reminded you of Aspa. She was driven, career oriented, she was big shot immigration lawyer for fucks sake. Even you were impressed by her resume. It still didn’t make it hurt any less when Mickey decided to ghost you, and all your other friends except Argyris, after the weekend he spent with Chloe. The weekend turned to Sunday, and Sunday to Monday and the next thing you knew you were hearing the story of how Mickey had chased Chloe down through the Athens airport and convinced her to stay with him.

You were nice to Chloe. Why wouldn’t you be. You were nice to all of Mickey’s girlfriends whenever he’d deem you worthy of meeting them. You never understood how the fuck Argyris always made the cut of the list of friends who could meet the girls. Probably something to do with the fact that you relationship with Mickey was never purely platonic. But when you met Chloe you knew. You knew she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. 

But you may have made a mistake. You should’ve known that sooner or later your exploits with Mickey would come to light. He and Chloe have been together for three months now. The two of you had hooked up last mere days before he met Chloe. You didn’t seem to notice anything different. But when your boobs were more sore than they’d ever been? When the smell of gyros made you want to vomit? When your body was just so tired that all you wanted to do was go home and sleep after doing nothing all do? You started doing the math. You counted. And you counted. And you recounted. And you realized... it had been four months. Four months since your last period. 

And that’s how you ended up here. Squatting over your toilet and trying to pee on a stick that’s too damn small, all while thinking there has got to be a better way to test for this. And then you waited. Fifteen minutes you waited. Your stomach rolling and threatening to empty all its contents yet again. The shrill beeping of your timer going off set off a new bout of nausea. And so you took a deep breath, you brought the stick up to your face and you opened your eyes. 

Two lines.

And you blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. And then you had to quickly remove your body from the toilet to vomit.

Pregnant.

“Holy fucking shit.”

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Him or him to steal you away for a summer getaway?

Can I not say both? Hahahaha. But. I'll say Mickey. He may be a bit of a mess, but he's fun. And thank you for the inspo, love! @holacia3 <3

Take Your Mind Off

Plot: When an argument between your friends looks like it'll spoil your holiday fun, Mickey is a welcome relief. Pairing: Mickey Henry x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and being drunk. If I miss any triggers, please let me know!

Perching on the beach bar stool, Y/N takes a sip of the fruity cocktail in front of her. As soon as the alcohol hits her senses, she sighs happily. After the eventful morning she's had, this is a welcome relief.

Things didn't start out so badly. Quite the opposite, actually. She and two of her friends are on holiday together, taking some time off from their busy working lives to relax on the beach and get away from it all for a while. And for the most part, they've had a great time together. Despite being drunk for most of it.

Unfortunately, it seems the heat and late nights have got to both of her friends, resulting in a huge argument between them both this morning. Honestly, Y/N doesn't even know what started it, probably some stupid, inconsequential thing. But now, neither of them are speaking to each another, and it's ruining the rest of the day. Y/N attempted to keep the peace without choosing a side, but the snide comments and hostile glares had become too much. There's only so much you can take before you want to rip your hair out.

And Y/N crossed that line a long time ago.

So, she told them both to stop being so childish, and that she was going to enjoy herself alone until they've calmed down... whenever the hell that is.

And now, here she is. Sitting alone, nursing a cocktail at a beach bar. It may be lonely, but at least she's not being pulled into any more arguments, and she doesn't feel like she's walking on eggshells anymore. Hopefully, she can start enjoying herself again now.

"Mind if I sit?" a voice asks, pulling her out of her daydream. When she turns, she meets the blue eyes of the DJ she and her friends saw last night. Completely unaware of the storm that was coming the next morning, the trio had a lot of fun and danced the night away. She wasn't expecting the same DJ to be standing beside her now. The first time she saw him, she thought he was insanely cute. Although she was pretty drunk by that point.

He looks even cuter now, up close, when she's more sober.

"Oh, yeah, sure!" Giving him a polite smile, she scoots over, letting him sit on the stool beside her. As he does, she notices the other seats surrounding the bar are empty. For a moment, her brow furrows. "There's so many places for him to sit... and yet, he chooses beside me?"

But she's not complaining.

"Something wrong?" He asks.

"Not at all." The man doesn't look like he believes her words, but thankfully doesn't press her.

"A beer for me, thanks, and another drink for the lady." He slides some money over to the bartender, before leaning back in his seat with a grin.

"Thanks for that." She roots around in her bag for some cash to pay him back, but he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it. Can't let a pretty lady like you pay for her drink now, can I?" The heat on Y/N's cheeks deepens, and she stammers a thank you. Somehow, his presence is already starting to make her feel better.

"My friends and I saw your set last night." She tells him. "You were amazing." She holds herself back, trying not to sound too much like a crazy fangirl and scare him away before she gets to know him better. But the man simply chuckles.

"Thank you very much." He grins. "I'm glad to be of service." He holds out a hand. "I'm Mickey."

"Y/N." She smiles, shaking his hand.

He looks around, raising a brow. "So, if you don't mind me asking... where are your friends? Did they leave you on your own?"

"No. They wouldn't stop arguing, and I was getting fed up with it. So I gave them some space to cool down." Mickey nods. "We planned a day trip today, but obviously that's not happening." She sighs.

"Hey! Don't say that!" he insists. "Your day doesn't have to be ruined just because they want to spoil the fun. How about...." He grins, trailing off. "You come spend the day with me?"

His question stuns her into surprised silence for a moment, before she breaks into laughter. There's no way he can be serious. Surely he has better things to do than cheer her up.

But... would spending time with the cute DJ really be so bad? It's a lot better than the alternative, anyway.

"What?! I'm not joking! I live here, so I know the best places to go. And you deserve some fun today."

"Really? You wanna spend time with me? Surely there's more fun people than me you can hang out with."

"Doubt it. Besides, I enjoy spending time with you Y/N." She's not fully convinced, especially since they only met a few minutes ago, but her stomach still flutters all the same. And like she said, it's a lot better than hanging out here alone, waiting for her friends to make up.

"Okay." She nods. "Let's do it."

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[whenmondaycomes]

Tatiana was confused when she woke up to an empty bed. She grabbed her phone to see what time it was. When she turned her phone on, the blinding light made her cringe. When her eyes adjusted, she saw that it was 6:37 in the morning. 'Where is Mickey' she thought to herself. She laid there for a couple more minutes, trying to get the strength to look for her boyfriend, before she finally dragged herself out of bed. She lazily walked around the house, looking in every room. She didn't want to yell out for him, on the off chance that he fell asleep somewhere else. It took her twice as long to find him as it should've, due to her still sleepy state. She finally found him in the music room. When she saw him, she leaned up against the doorway, just admiring his concentration. He looked so cute when he scrunched up his nose, which only happens when he was particularly focused. It took him about four and a half minutes to notice that she was standing there. Tatiana didn't know if that was from being so concentrated, or still being tired. He didn't say anything when he noticed her, just made grabby hands at her. Her smile grew at how clingy he got just from taking one look at her. She laughed at how antsy he was getting the longer she took to move towards him. She finally decided to put him out of his misery, and walked over to him. She squealed when he grabbed her, and pulled her into his lap. "Hi.", he said. She giggled and replied, "Hi yourself, handsome." She looked at him with a little bit more seriousness, and asked, "Are you sure that we should both be in this chair? This doesn't seem safe." Mickey looked slightly offended, and pushed them both to the floor. He looked down at her with the most offended look he could muster. "Did you just call me fat?", he asked teasingly. "No!", Tatiana said, slightly panicked. She was still a little bit tired, so the fact that he was teasing didn't compute in her brain. "If anything, I'm the fat one here.", she continued on. Mickey swooped down for a kiss, attempting to stop her rambling. She stayed quiet when he came back up for air. "Are you done?", he asked. He got a rushed nod in return. "Good. Now first of all, you are not fat. If I'm being honest, you have the body of a goddess.", he said with conviction. "But-", Tatiana started. "No buts. You're perfect. I still have no idea how I ended up with someone as beautiful as you.", Mickey said confidently, then he swooped back down to give her a quick peck, before continuing, "And secondly, I was only teasing you baby. I know that you don't think I'm fat." They smiled softly at each other for a couple of seconds, before Mickey added, "And besides, I have no idea how you could ever think of me as fat anyways. My body is perfection." "And there it is.", Tatiana playfully said, while rolling her eyes. "Hey!", Mickey protested, while laughing, before Tati pulled him down for a kiss. They stayed on that floor for the next hour, just making out. They only stopped when Mickey's stomach growled, causing them both to erupt into laughter.

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[buckyismybicycle]

✩Week 1: June 1st - June 7th | “What should I wear?” | [Lingerie | Collars | Claiming Mark] 

➳ don’t fall for your mark [1] - WS!Bucky x Max Burnett, Max Burnett x Nick Fowler

✩Week 2: June 8th - June 14th | “What should I call you?” | [Daddy | Alpha | Sir] 

➳ it isn’t love - 1940s!Bucky x Lee Bodecker

✩Week 3: June 15th - June 21st | “Where do you want me?” | [Kneeling | Bent Over | In My Lap] 

➳ the (pineapple) contract (chapter 1) - Avenger!Bucky x Escort!Reader

✩Week 4: June 22nd - June 28th | FREE WEEK

➳ so don’t go (wasting all our feelings) - CEO!Bucky x Steve Rogers

✩Week 5: June 29th - July 5th | “When I first met you?” | [Fireworks | Electricity | Knees Buckling]

➳ bulletproof - Bodyguard!Bucky x Sebastian Stan

✩Week 6: July 6th to July 12th | “How do you want me?” | [Tied Down | Gagged | Spread Open]

➳ the (pineapple contract) (chapter 2) -  Avenger!Bucky x Escort!Reader

✩Week 7: July 13th to 19th | “Who’s this?” |  [My Pet | My Lover | My Slave]

➳ the (pineapple contract) (chapter 3) -  Avenger!Bucky x Escort!Reader

✩Week 8: July 20th - July 26th | “How did you meet?” | [Undercover Mission | High Stakes Op | Stakeout]

➳ if you can take all of my faults, one day I’ll repay the costs - Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Doctor!Steve Rogers

✩Week 9: July 27th - August 2nd | FREE WEEK

➳ found love in a hopeless place - Bucky Barnes x Mickey Henry

✩Week 10: August 3rd - August 9th | “Long day at work?” | [Superior | Massages/Back Rubs | Bath]

➳ hey now, you're an all-star (Chapter 22) - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

✩Week 11: August 10th - August 16th | “Give me a colour.” | [Red | Yellow | Green]

➳ every shade of grey has left us colourblind - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

✩Week 12: August 17th - August 23rd | “Who’s my ____?” | [Good Boy/Girl | Perfect Fuckhole | Little Slut]

➳ a fire growing between my head and my heart - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

✩Week 13: August 24th - August 30th | FREE WEEK

➳ the way you touch, the way you taste - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Loki

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