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bxcketbarnes · 2 years
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Take Me
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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
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"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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navybrat817 · 6 months
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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!
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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.
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Why is he so pretty? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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BECAUSE MORE IS ALWAYS BETTER.
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Sleepiest
Touch Starved
Dancing
Haircut Comfort
Trypanophobia
First Words -dad!au
PDA
When You’re Sick
Angry
Temper Tantrums -dad!au
Needy For Him
Getting into Fights
Fatherhood -dad!au
Expecting -dad!au
   The Sequel -dad!au
Halloween
Name Calling
Failing a Course
Norman F*cking Rockwell!
Playfighting
Pandemic Life
Incorrect Heights
ASMR
Coolest Instagrams
Fainting
A Cuddle Pile
What They Smell Like
Stoned
Sick Boys 
   The Sequel
Footie Pajamas
Random Headcanons
Breakfast Lovers
Their Tattoos
Holding Their Tiny Humans
All He Wishes To Give
Chefs and Liabilities 
NSFW Content. Reader Discretion Advised. Minors DNI.
Spanking Styles
Size Kink
Safewords
Moans and Noises
Pegging Them
Get You to Sleep
Lingerie Shopping
First Time
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 3 months
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Morning Fun » Mickey Henry
Pairings: Boyfriend!Mickey Henry x Girlfriend!Reader
Summary: Mickey decides that he wants to have some morning fun before Y/N goes to work.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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You woke up to the feeling of Mickey kissing along your bare shoulders. You hummed at the feeling and turned over onto your back so you were facing him.
“You were incredible last night.” Mickey moves his lips to your collarbones. “The way you rode me drove me insane.” He says against your skin.
One of Mickey’s hands slid down your body, blindly finding your clit causing you to gasp and buck your hips when you felt his fingers.
“I especially loved it when you called me daddy.” He says, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts.
His fingers began to rub circles on your clit causing you to throw your head back against the pillow. His middle finger slid in between your wet folds, finding its way to your entrance.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. It’s like you want to have fun this morning.” Mickey says, sliding a finger inside of you.
Mickey isn’t wrong. You want nothing more than for him to fuck you right now.
“I want it! Please!” You moaned.
Mickey chuckled at your neediness and disappeared underneath the sheet. He placed kisses on your hip bones and on your inner thighs. He continued to move his finger in and out of you while he latched his lips on your clit.
“Still taste as sweet as you did last night.” Mickey moans against your clit, sending vibrations against your clit.
Your hands flew down to his head, grabbing onto his hair and tugged at it. His ring finger slid inside of you next to his middle finger, catching you off guard. He moved them faster. The tip of his tongue licked in between your folds causing you to arch your back off the bed.
“Mickey!” You moaned.
You yelped when you felt a smack on the side of your thigh.
“Say the right name.” He says.
“Daddy!” You whimpered.
“That’s more like it, baby.” He says.
Mickey’s tongue moved against your clit just the way you love it. You threw your head back against the pillows and arched your back off the bed.
“Oh my god! Yes daddy! Don’t stop!” You moaned loudly.
The movements of Mickey’s fingers and tongue got faster. You felt your orgasm building up to the point where you were right on the edge.
“I-I’m gonna— oh fuck!” You moaned, not being able to finish your sentence.
“Give it to me, baby.” Mickey says.
With a loud moan leaving your mouth, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came hard. You laid there panting when Mickey came back above the sheet, his face wet with your juices. He leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips.
“You taste amazing as always, baby.” He rasps against your lips.
Your hand blindly found his cock and wrapped your hand around it, moving your hand up and down causing Mickey to groan against your lips. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him innocently. Mickey wrapped his hand around yours on his cock, helping you line himself up at your entrance. His tip slid past your tight entrance causing you to let out an audible gasp.
“Fuck!” Mickey moans. “Fucked you last night and you’re still tight like a fucking virgin.” He says.
He stretched your pussy as he slid more of his cock inside of you. Once his cock was fully inside of you, Mickey hovered over you, caging you in with his strong arms. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his tip inside of you and then thrusted back inside of you in one motion causing you to let out a scream of pleasure. You threw your head back, giving Mickey access to your neck. He leaned his head down, kissing along the column of your neck. His hands held on to your hips to keep a steady rhythm of his thrusts. Mickey watched as one of your hands slid down your body, stopping on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock making him moan.
“That feel good, pretty girl?” Mickey asks, referring to the way you’re rubbing your clit.
“Mhmm yes! So good, daddy!” You moaned, increasing your rubbing pace.
Mickey leaned his head down towards your chest, kissing along your breasts. His teeth grazing your skin, biting down hard enough to create a hickey. He moved his lips closer and closer to one of your nipples, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around the small bud. You gasped when you felt his teeth lightly nipping on your nipple, sending a new sensation through your body. You arched your back, giving him more of your breasts. He moved his lips to the other one and repeated his actions as he did to the opposite side.
“Oh god! Fuck yes, daddy!” You moaned, your eyes fluttered shut.
“Nah uh.” He lightly taps the side of your head. “Keep those pretty eyes open and on me.” He tells you.
You opened your eyes and struggled to keep them open from all of the pleasure Mickey was giving you. The tip of his cock hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan loudly.
“Fuck yes! Right there, daddy!” You moaned.
Your moans encouraged Mickey to thrust faster. His tip continued to hit that same spot causing your second orgasm to build up.
“Daddy, I’m—” A loud moan left your lips before you could finish your sentence.
“Cum for me, baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Mickey says in your ear in almost a whisper.
The faster you rubbed your clit moved you towards the edge. Your orgasm came crashing down on you. A loud moan of his name leaves your lips as you soaked his cock. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm began to build up. You ran your hands across his abs as he flexed them. Mickey lowered his head against your shoulder.
“You feel fucking amazing.” He moans.
He came inside of you after a few more thrusts, your name leaving his lips. His thrusts came to a slow stop as he collapsed on top of you, trying his best to keep his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush you. You two looked into each other’s eyes while panting. Mickey placed his lips on yours, giving you a much needed morning kiss.
“That was fucking amazing.” Mickey says against your lips.
“Mhmm.” You hummed in response.
After a moment, Mickey pulled his cock out of your cunt making you whine at the empty feeling. He laid down next to you and you two stared up at the ceiling in silence.
“Round 2 in the shower?” Mickey suggests, turning his head to the side to look at you.
“You read my mind, daddy.” You say.
A squeal left your lips when Mickey picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. It’s safe to say that you and Mickey didn’t waste the morning away.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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fineanddandy · 9 months
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Let’s Pretend We’re Married
Summary: Your first girls trip to Vegas, and you meet a mysterious hot stranger who was dumped right before your eyes. But then you and said hot stranger decide to go on your own adventure…and it’s the best night of your life…
Relationship: Mickey Henry x black!reader
Warnings: graphic language, alcohol use, unprotected sex, mentions of oral (fem), 18+
A/N: Now this…I’m excited for. Originally, this was going to be a Taika fic…but then I was like nah I gotta give this to my boy Mickey. First solo Mickey fic? And I definitely had too much fun writing it…soooo it’s damn near 10K words 🙃 I didn’t know how to end this one I think I could have kept going but I was like bitch shut the hell up already. By the way, never been to Vegas lol so pretty much made this up as I wrote. The song inspired it all. It’s so cute, so fun. Sigh…enjoy…
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Casino’s were never your thing, so Vegas was never a vacation destination you cared for. Drunk folks actin a fool everywhere, the incessant chiming of all the slot machines, the stale stench of cigarette smoke that never seemed to leave the air, not to mention the pain of losing your money so easily. If it wasn’t for the free drinks, and the opportunity to people watch, you’d be back in your room chillin. But it’s your first time ever in Vegas, so what’s the fun in that? This girls trip was going a lot better than you imagined; you’d seen some sick shows, and partied of some of the best clubs thanks to your homies. Tonight though, you wanted to sit out on the chaos and give Lady Luck a chance. So with your free drink in hand, you use the tips your gambling grandmother gave you and plop down in front of a penny slot machine of your choosing, and pop the Spin button until your measly twenty dollars ran dry.
You glance around the casino floor with a pout, bored now that your money’s gone, wondering what you could do next. You don’t know much about Blackjack or Roulette, and quite frankly Poker intimated the fuck out of you. So you mosey along the casino floor, sipping your drink and bitterly rolling your eyes at those who were cashing out big until your glass is empty. You find the nearest next to empty bar and order another as you sit, checking your phone to see what your girls were up to. As you tap through their IG stories, a disgruntled couple sits a few barstools away from you. Watching your friends’ party hard in VIP, you do your best to not eavesdrop on their argument but let’s be honest, it’s fuckin messy…
She falls into the stool with a tired sigh, snatching her elbow out of his grip. Finger up he silently gains the bartender’s attention, darting his big eyes at the mess his date’s become. Slamming her clutch onto the bar she straightens up, trying to appear less drunk than she is.
“Wish you’d get ahold of yourself,” the guy grumbles with a tight lip, handing her a glass of water the bartender sat in front of them but she pushes it away. “I don’t want to babysit you all fuckin night.”
“Then fuckin don’t Mickey,” she slurs with a frustrated groan, pushing the glass away again, cradling her clammy forehead. “Just fuck off why don’t you.”
Giving up he plops down into the seat beside her, trying to keep his voice down and his shit together. “Because I can’t leave you drunk and alone in a casino.”
He’s so frustrated with this drunk chick he clutches his roots, exhaling hard through puckered lips. She’s too out of there to care, trying to ask the bartender for a shot but the Mickey guy’s furiously shaking his head no. Their night isn’t going well whatsoever, and their misery brought you some source of entertainment.
“Why did we come if you’re just going to be an asshole the entire time.” She shouts with a flip of her hair, throwing her dainty hands in his stale face. “I could be partying it up with my friends instead of hanging around your lame ass ugh!”
“Well fuckin tell them to come get you then,” his tone’s so flat you can tell he’s just done, “I really don’t need this, or you.”
She rips her bag open to retrieve her phone. “Fine!” Stumbling to stand, she waits a minute to see if he’ll stop her but he’s busy looking at his phone, waiting for her to go. “Enjoy the rest of this trip alone, you fuckin loser.”
Ouch, you wince with your shoulders, hiding behind your drink. Ol’ girl couldn’t even storm off without wobbling over her stiletto heels, fuckin breaking her ankles as she puts her phone to her ear. As she drunkenly trips away, whining about her shitty night, the guy Mickey orders a double with a scowl. You watch her disappear into the crowd with a smirk, stifling back your laughs behind your straw. Well then. That shit you live for when bored and people watching.
Mickey notices you making fun of his date stupidly walking towards the nearest exit, and he’s no longer worried about what’ll happen to her. He’s sure her friends will find her soon enough. But as for now, he’s curious as to who you are.
“Don’t laugh.”
With a drop of your smile, you dart your humored gaze over to him and softly say, “sorry,” sitting your drink down. The Mickey guy nudges a defeated shoulder as he takes a sip of whisky. Curious as to why he’s just sitting there, you ask, “aren’t you gonna go after her?”
Mickey shakes his head with a big roll of his blue eyes, waves a dismissive hand. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. Her friends aren’t too far from here.” Then he looks back at you, like really looks, and wonders, “you’re not here alone, are you?” Because no girl as beautiful as you should be by herself in a city like this.
Shaking your head with a smack of your grinning lips, you explain, “nah my friends are out having a blast, see?” You hold up your phone, showing him a video of your girls dancing their asses off on top of a table. “Decided to hang back tonight. Only so much bottle service a girl can take.”
Mickey arches an intrigued brow, surprised that you chose to be alone instead of with your friends. “But that’s what Vegas is all about.”
You nod with a short laugh, “Hmm yeah I suppose so,” shrugging, swirling melting ice around in your glass with a flick of your wrist, “guess I’m too boring for Vegas.”
Mickey bites his lip at you emptying out your glass, scoping you out. Fuck what just happened with his girl; he has to get to know you. Fuckin look at you. “Guess that makes two of us.” Sitting on the edge of his seat, he extends his creamy hand out across the bar and introduces himself. “In case you missed it, I’m Mickey, the asshole.”
“Y/N, the party pooper. Nice to meet you.” You giggle as hands shake. His hand is so soft and warm it pulls a wider smiler across your face, which makes Mickey smile just as big. Looks like you just made a new friend. “If you like, we can be pathetic here together.”
He was already five steps ahead of you, mapping out where else he could take you tonight. “Sounds like a plan.”
He grabs his glass and stands to his feet to come sit next to you, straightening up his shirt and jacket. As he comes over, you seductively cross your legs in his direction, giving him a full view at how smooth and chocolatey they look in your miniskirt. Intentions locked and loaded. This night is about to take an interesting turn. You and Mickey share a couple rounds together, dishing stories of each other’s trips so far. Mickey couldn’t believe it was your first time in Vegas. You couldn’t believe he flew out to be with this girl who just up and dumped his ass. Together you two laughed about the crazy shit you’d seen, took a few shots, and got to know each other pretty quickly it seemed. Can’t explain how it happened, how instant you and Mickey connected but…click. A crowd around one of the nearby tables erupts with cheer, snatching your attention. He follows your eyes, raising his brow at the action. Seems like a hot table he should get in on.
“Ever play craps?”
You squint over at the ruckus. “Is that what that is? All of this shit is new to me.”
Mickey bounces to his feet and nods towards the table. “Let’s go check it out then. See what’s the fuss.” He holds out his hand, awaiting for you to join him. You’re hesitant at first, but then with a snort at his dicey side eye, you take his hand and allow him to guide you over to the crowded craps table. What do you think you’re doing with this strange man?
You peek over shoulders with a perplexed brow, trying to understand what’s happening by looking but you can’t make of how this game is played other than you roll some dice. Last time you rolled a pair of dice was during an intense family game of Monopoly. And with that game, you hardly play by the rules. Mickey pushes his way through the small crowd until he hits the edge of the table, placing his bet down. Nothing you’re looking at makes a lick of sense. The stickman shuffles the dice over to him and he scoops them into the palm of his hand, holding them out for you to take. But all you do is frown down at them, then at him.
“I don’t know if I should…”
And he respects your hesitancy. “Alright, alright…stand beside me and look pretty then…” He elbows your side with a crooked grin, closing his fist, about to shoot but stops, glancing back at you over his shoulder. “Wait. Let’s test your luck…blow on these for me, will ya?” Mickey puts his fist near your lips with a wink, and you oblige with a small roll of your eyes and a small puff of breath. The dice go skipping across the table, and everyone watches in anticipation to see where they land. The stickman calls out some sort of craps jargon, and everyone around the table cheers louder than before. Mickey shoots you a coy smirk. You guess he just won some money.
“Wait…what just happened?” You ask over the noise as the dice come back to him.
“Looks like you’re my good luck charm, that’s what.” He shouts over the noise with a laugh, picking them up off the table. “We won the pot.”
Your eyes widen in shock, impressed you had a hand in winning some money. You and luck rarely go hand in hand, shit just check what happened at the slot machine not too long ago. “Oh! Shit, that’s pretty cool!”
Mickey chuckles, presenting the dice in the palm of his hand for another blow. Stretching your neck you prepare for another breath, locking eyes with him as a stream of warm air flows through your lips. And away they go, skidding across the table. Dealer calls out a number and everyone cheers around you two staring at each other. What’s happening…
“One more?” You ask with a nibble of your lip, a flicker of your brows.
Mickey didn’t want to risk his streak, so he took his winnings instead and asked, “wanna get out of here?” There was so much more he wanted to do with you.
Going off with a total stranger? “Sure, why not?” What else do you have to lose?
You guys stroll out onto the busy sidewalk of the strip, blinded by all the flashing lights. Seems like everyone and their mom is out and about tonight. To avoid bumping into anyone, you lock arms with Mickey, sticking close to him as possible. He smiles to himself as he catches a whiff of your fragrance, fighting the urge to nuzzle his nose in your hair. Instead, he rests his hand on yours gracing his bicep. As you guys make your way through the bustle, you discuss what should happen next? Go someplace nice for a bite? Hit another craps table to try your luck? The possibilities were endless with Mickey’s current earnings and no friends around to rain on your parade.
Coming up on an empty bench, you notice some white fluffy tulle sitting all alone. “Oh no…a bride lost her veil.” You point out, pivoting him towards it, tempted to pick it up. “Wonder what happened…”
“The groom didn’t show.” Mickey murmurs in your ear with a wave of his brows. “Got cold feet and left her standing there weeping in front of one of the worst Elvis impersonators at the chapel. Because all the good ones were sick.”
You sputter a goofy laugh, intrigued by this made up story he assigned this poor lonely veil.
“Poor girl. She definitely didn’t deserve that.” You sorrowfully shook your head, still grinning at his fabricated tale.
“Yeah…that guy’s a dick.” Then out of nowhere, he gasps with delight, a genius idea striking him. “Put it on.”
“Ew?” You scoff, looking at him so crazy. “I don’t know where this has been.” The fuck do you look like?
But he didn’t care. “Aww c’mon…” he begged with a crooked grin, clapping his hands together, “put it on…bet it looks good on you.”
“…what are you up to Mickey…”
He just shrugs innocently and evades your question. “Put it on and find out.”
Narrowing your eyes at Mickey’s sneaky smirk, you hesitantly lift the veil to your crown, and silently pray nothing gross was on the previous owner’s head. You may regret this later, but something in Mickey’s smitten gaze told you you’re about to be in for a treat if you obey his tiny command. As you settle the plastic comb into your hair, he fluffs out the veil around your head with a cute grin, nodding his cute scruffy chin.
“See? What did I tell you? A fuckin vision…” he muses as he takes your hand and laces it back around his bicep.
“Mickey, what are we doing?”
Now that you’re donned a ‘bride’ for the night, you two get looked at with whole new sets of gazes from strangers as they walk by you and Mickey, who holds a proud chin with you on his arm.
“We’re going to grab a newlywed dinner.”
Taken aback by that you chortle, “I’m sorry?”
He looks over at you with a pinched brow. “What’s wrong? Are you not hungry wifey?”
You can’t resist the smile. “Mickey…”
Squeezing your fingers laced around his arm, he softly encourages in your ear, “c’mon…let’s pretend we’re married.” You smack your lips then pull your head back with a loud laugh, but he’s so serious, carryin on, “Your luck, plus that brand new veil? You never know what’s in store for us…wife…” Mickey winks, and you eat it all up, truly intrigued by this plan.
“You’re clearly a ridiculous person.”
“If that’s your backhanded way of calling me a genius, I’ll allow it.” You smack his chest with a sad shake off your head, trying not to bust out laughing again. “So what shall it be wife? Sushi? Wagyu?”
“Wagyu?!” You bust into hysterics anyway; this man is a trip. “You’re bugged! No way in hell this cheap ass veil is going to get us Wagyu…”
That cheap ass veil, along with Mickey’s charm, got you guys Wagyu, and one of the best tables in the house. You couldn’t believe it, smirking at him over your empty plate as he slices smoothly through the meat like butter. Smirking back at you, Mickey spears a tender piece and holds it out for you with an arched brow.
“Aaah,” he suggests your mouth open with a nudge of the fork. Sighing a silent laugh you shake your head a little, stretching over the linen cloth for his fork. Mickey watches you part your lips, your tastebuds tingling to life as the warm piece of meat nears your tongue. You’d never had Wagyu in your life and here you are, for the first time ever, sharing the experience with a total stranger. You hum a small tantalizing moan as the flavor explodes into your mouth, the meat practically melting with each bite. Fuck, it’s amazing, probably the best you’ll ever have, and you can’t believe it’s going down like this. Of all the nights, of all the people, and of all the places in the world… “Beautiful…isn’t it?”
Covering your mouth you laugh as you swallow and speak, “Mmm yeah…that’s pretty fuckin insane. Damn.”
Mickey takes the next bite with a devilish grin, enjoying himself watching you drink the free wine a neighboring table gifted you guys. This was going way better than he expected.
“Still doubting your luck?”
“Mmmm…a little…” You take another bite off his fork with a playful squint. “Think we have to thank your smooth mouth for this one hubby.”
“Maybe…” he shrugs, slicing the knife for another perfect cut for himself, “it also doesn’t hurt to know the manager…”
Gasping into your wine glass, you damn near slap a hand down onto the table. You should’ve known it wasn’t supposed to be this easy. “Oooh wooow. So you played me?!” Maybe that’s what his little smirk’s been about all along. Mickey couldn’t be more pleased, snickering to himself like a bad little kid.
“Just wanted to impress my new wife…” His eyebrow wiggles as he chews.
Falling back in your seat you look at Mickey like who the fuck is this guy, picking up your jaw with a smack of your lips. Can’t help but laugh at his goofy little smirk you’re starting to adore. “You’re so fuckin ridiculous Mickey. Can’t believe you.”
Just then, the waiter comes and drops a fat slice of cake. Compliments from the chef. Congratulations dusted in chocolate around the edge of the plate. The surprises just keep coming with this guy. Raising a curious brow you pick up one of the dessert forks and sink the tiny prongs into the icing and sponge, a little delighted that there’s now dessert to share. You spear the tiny triangular piece and aim it directly for Mickey’s quirky lips, motioning for him to pull them apart. He opens wide for you, burning his sexy glare into yours, taking your fork into his warm mouth. Tongue first, flat and wet. His curled lips clear the icing away, and you tut an enticed chuckle, lifting your brow at the seductive way he just ate a piece of cake. So fuckin hot you damn near stick the fork directly into your mouth, just to suck his saliva off the silver. But you stab at the cake instead, slowly bringing the next bite to your parted full lips. Two can play this game. As the moist sponge hits your tongue, you moan longingly around the silverware, loud enough for him to hear, then slowly drag the warm prongs through your tight grinning lips. Damn this is some good ass cake though. Observing your near orgasmic reaction, Mickey clenches a fist around the handle of the fork, inhaling a big sigh. Fuck that turned him on like no other.
“Think I know what we should do next.”
“Well, on that note, I’m gonna hit the ladies room.” You toss your napkin down on the table with a lively roll of your eyes, finish off your glass of wine as you stand. “Knowing you it could be anything…”
“See…you get me…” Mickey sits back in his chair with a flirty smile, checking you out, “why I married you…”
Turning on your heel, you crack up laughing as you head for the bathroom, and he watches you saunter off, biting back a quiet chuckle with a pinch of his chin. This night has definitely turned for the better. With just one look at you back at the casino, he knew that you two would hit it off but not like this. This was different…you were special. And it was blowing his mind.
In the mirror, you’re giving yourself a good look over to make sure your fit is still hittin, that your makeup is still poppin. You didn’t expect your night to turn out like this, holy shit. A fine ass stranger showing you a pretty good time; it’s a good thing you got cute to sit in the casino. You were hoping to meet someone…but not someone like Mickey. He made you laugh so hard, effortlessly at that, and the way he kept looking at you…made you wanna bite him. In a good way. He’s so…so…
Say bitch, where you at
Your phone vibrating on the counter takes you out of your thoughts. Smiling at your screen, you unlock your phone to text your bestie,
Out at some fancy steakhouse with some guy…having a nice time can’t lie…
Aw shit?! You out with a guy? Hold up bitch
Is he hot?! Rich? What’s dude’s name
Sputtering at her texts, imagining her voice in your head, your heels clack at the marble floor as you begin to pace.
His name’s Mickey, and he’s fuckin smokin hot. Idk about rich but…you won’t believe how I met him though…
Hmm…okay Mickey…bitch how?
You type with big eyes, chuckling as you recall the moment,
Watched his girl dump him at the casino bar bro
Bitch shutup! Bad?
Brutal. So bad he just let her go…
Damn…then there was you…
There was me…trying not to bust out laughin in his face. Girl it was a mess…she was a mess…
Well…one person’s ex…
Okay? And there’s def a vibe…
Well shiiii…fuck it up then Mickey…
Huffing a small chuckle to yourself, a sly smirk creeps up your flustered cheeks as you reply,
…he just might…
When you come back out to the restaurant, you find Mickey standing at the bar with a bottle of champagne, doing one of those inconspicuous slip a generous tip handshakes as he speaks to the lone bartender. Up to something. He turns as he hears your heels slowly approach from behind, excited to see you in all your glory. There goes that look in his eye, that one that’s got you on ten.
“Ready wife?” He reaches his hand out for yours, fisting the neck of the bottle with the other.
“Sure,” you chortle, lacing your fingers in with his. Can’t believe you’re actually holding hands. What is your life right now.
Mickey escorts you out a fire exit door and down an empty hall of the restaurant. You shoot him a skeptic glare but he nods, indicating to trust him with a sweet grin. Up a flight of stairs then through another unmarked door that leads you to a private pool that illuminates in the night. You drop your jaw and your hand, shocked by the view and all the stars that brightly littered the sky. How in the…
“Are we even allowed to be here?”
Looks like no one should be, the space so clean and staged you think no one even bothers. But he acts as if he’s the owner, pulling off his suit jacket and draping it over a pool chair, stepping out of his loafers. Sitting the bottle on the ground, he folds to roll up the legs of his trousers, then sinks his feet, left then right, into the water, inviting you over with a wave.
“Would you relax? Here, come sit.” His rings clack against the pavement.
You slip out of your heels and tip toe on over, taking a seat along the edge of the pool beside him. Dipping your pedicured toes into the cool water with a tiny giggle. It’s nice and quiet here above the chaos of the strip. You look up at the night sky and sigh, happy to be somewhere so peaceful. Mickey pulls at the foil paper wrapped around the bulbous cork, tossing it behind him. As he pulls on the wire cage, you gently kick your feet beside his in the water with a soft grin.
“We never got a champagne toast.” Pop goes the cork and you startle at the sound. Thankfully none comes billowing out. You and Mickey meet surprised eyes with a laugh. “Shall I go first?”
A toast to their fake marriage? This you gotta hear. “By all means…” You gesture with a flat hand.
Mickey sits up straight with a clear of his throat, holding the bottle by its neck up in the muggy air.
“From the second I laid eyes on my beautiful wife, I knew right then that we were meant to be. That smile, your light, that’s what drew me to you. My little good luck charm, my saving grace...” He winks, then smiles so big, and you choke as your heart skips a beat. “To many more sneaky adventures.” Mickey cheers with the bottle, taking a long pull from the lip then hands it over to you trying to keep your feelings in check. You take a swig with a silent scoff, hoping the alcohol will settle your racing heart. Jesus…
“My turn?” You ask with a nervous gulp. How do you even follow up something as cute as what he just said. Mickey urges you to go on with a small nod, a lick of his champagne lips. Fidgeting you gently clear your throat, searching for the appropriate words for this evening. “Hmm…well I…I didn’t know what to expect when I met you Mickey, but I can say that I’ve been pleasantly surprised each passing minute we’ve been together. Even though we just met, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life…” And as you say the words, you realize how true they were, getting lost in his sparkly steel blue eyes. “You’re amazing Mickey…I’m…honored to call you my husband...”
You don’t know where all that came from. When your eyes met, all these feelings just came pouring out of you. You hardly know the man sitting next to you, but with the way this night has turned out, you’re starting to believe that all this could be fate. Suddenly, his puffy pink lips are so close to yours, you can feel his tiny pants of breath brushing your chin. Leaving him to linger there, you take the bottle to the head for a minute then silently hold it out for him to take but he’s too focused on what you were sayin with those pretty brown eyes of yours. Mickey slowly reaches for your bottom lip still damp with champagne and wipes it away with the edge of his thumb.
“That was sweet hun.”
Fluttering your lashes you break the steamy connection, sitting the bottle down between you and Mickey. “Couldn’t let you show me up in front of everyone like that.” You tease, nibbling down where he just touched you. “It’s embarrassing…”
“Sorry dear. I won’t let it happen again,” Mickey whispers as inches near your warmth, gradually drawing you in by your trembling chin, “promise…”
“Let’s go for a swim.” You offer, turning out of his hand, away from a kiss you know you deserve but didn’t want just yet. Water splashes as you stand to your wet bare feet, staring down at Mickey gaping up at you. You tug at your blouse, untucking the hem out of your skirt and up your stomach. Completely breathless he observes you reveal your goosebumped brown skin, your breasts falling onto your ribcage as you pull your shirt over your head and drop it at your feet. An excited smile braces a dumbfounded Mickey, who jumps to his feet next, watching your skirt fall to your ankles. Practically ripping at the buttons on his shirt, he does his best not to stare but—but! You stand there in just your thin panties and a long wicked smile, eyeing Mickey like you want him to stare at every inch of your flushed brown skin. Fuck there’s too many damn buttons; anxiously he frees himself, tearing his shirt down his toned arms just as you jump into the water with a big splash. Wiping your eyes clean, you marvel at his chiseled chest and abs, eager to witness him drop his pants. You don’t know what you were thinking; skinny dipping probably wasn’t the best way to avoid any rash decisions. But now that he’s hurriedly unbuckling his belt, nervously shoving his pants off his hips, you’re ok with this decision. Good call.
You sink your sick grin beneath the surface as Mickey reveals himself and cannon balls in the pool, splashing more water in your face. Only giving you a brief look at his dick hanging there. He resurfaces with a big breath, brushing his wet curling hair out his eyes seeking you out. You and Mickey keep your distance from one another, swimming around with sinful crooked smirks and mischievous glances, trying to see each others naked bodies through the rippling surface. Neither of you mutter a word, just stare and move through the water, tempted to graze his stomach or your thigh as you two float around acting all shy.
The noise of the strip off in the distance. All the stars and flashing lights battle to see who shimmer the brightest. God why is he so fuckin hot gazing at you over the water like that. Why are you teasing him like that, gliding your naked body around, inching just a bit closer with each small lap. Seeing so much of you has gotten him trying to talk his dick down, but nothing he tells himself is going to settle his nerves. So he goes for another drink, chugging down as much as he can before the bubbles become too much. You follow his lead, floating back to the edge of the pool, taking the bottle from him. Resting your shoulders against the side, you take the bottle back and swallow two big gulps then hand it back over, wiping away some spillage from the corners of your lips. Mickey hums a chuckle into the half full bottle, standing a little too close, casting his sights down on you with a mouth full of champagne. With big curious eyes and a shaky breath, you allow him to take you by the chin again and draw you in to his puckered lips. Mickey firmly pinches down, and a soft gasp parts your lips, welcoming a lukewarm stream of dry champagne onto your tongue.
You don’t even swallow, you latch on to the back of his neck and take his nasty mouth. Warm champagne swapping around your twirling tongues, spilling from the corners of your swollen lips. Mickey snatches you into his waist by the small of your back, sloppily kissing you the way he’s been imagining all night. You’re so soft against him, he holds you even tighter, grinding his hard on into your squishy thigh. He and the champagne taste so good together, you can’t help but submit, tossing your arms around his shoulders. You and Mickey kiss and suck and moan and kiss until you guys need a serious breath, gasping for air as you gaze into each other with a new set of eyes. Thank god you were in the water, or he’d feel how absolutely ruined your panties are on his thick thigh.
He huffs with a half smile, “did we just take our relationship to the next level?”
“Looks like it.” You shyly sooth your hands over his brawny shoulders, feeling how hot your make out session just made him. To cut the tension a bit, you joke, “Usually, you kiss a girl before a marriage…”
Laughing out with a drop of his head, he agrees. “We did do this a little backwards, didn’t we…”
“Just a tad…”
His laughter fades out as he seriously stares at you with a heavy sigh, his gaze dancing all over your angelic face. Mickey should feel a little guilty already falling for another girl after he just got dumped. But nothing of the sort resided there in his heart.
“What…” you inquire with a small kiss on his top lip.
“Nothing…it’s just…” Mickey wasn’t too sure if he should confess it. Gripping the edge of the pool, he cages you in, dying to take you guys another step forward. But then the door creaks open and a blinding light hits your eyes.
“Hey! You two! Get out of the pool!”
“Oh shit!” You gasp then laugh, covering your dropped jaw with both hands as you sink deeper into the water to hide your naked body.
“Fuck,” Mickey curses under his breath, hopping out first to shield you, to diffuse the situation, “hey man it’s cool, it’s cool. I know the own—,”
But the angered security guard didn’t want to hear any excuses, charging at Mickey covering himself with his pants but also trying to cover you pushing yourself out.
“Let’s go! You’re not supposed to be up here!”
“Alright, alright! Just give the lady a minute to get dressed!” He pleads, and the burly guy stops dead in his tracks.
“Two minutes!” He turns his back at you guys scurrying to get clothes on, snickering like two teens who just got busted. Once you two are dressed enough, you grab shoes and the bottle and make a run for it, apologizing profusely as you pass the security waiting for y’all to leave.
Stumbling out onto the strip in hysterical laughter, you hop to slip your heels back on, hanging onto Mickey who’s holding you up by your waist.
“Holy shit!” You holler, trying to catch your breath from the events that just transpired. “Leave it to you Mickey to get me almost arrested…”
“Arrested? Please…” He snatches the bottle from your lips and takes a generous drink, then helps you finish it off with a mighty laugh. Dumping it once it’s empty. “C’mon…my hotel’s this way…”
He sways you in the opposite direction of your friends and you don’t budge. Go back to his? You know what’s going to go down if you go back to his. Your heart drops into the pit of your stomach.
Mickey pinches his brow. Why the hesitancy all of a sudden? “What? We gotta get you dry wifey. Can’t have you catching a cold on our honeymoon…”
Your eyes roll with a snort. “This is our honeymoon? Vegas?” You smack your lips, wave a hand. “I was hoping for something a little more exotic…”
“Next trip. Promise.” Mickey squeezes you in his arms and it brings a genuine smile to your face, relaxes your nerves enough to take a step with him towards his hotel. “Come on.”
You guys were dead quiet as you walked the hall to his room. Sweaty hand in sweaty hand, you and Mickey stew over the inevitable. What will happen once that door closes behind you. You don’t know how you got so shy when you were just about to fuck him in that pool had that security guard not shown up. Back in his hotel room just feels so official. Like a virgin on her wedding night. A chill ripples down your spine, your wet clothes now a burden in the well air conditioned hotel. Honestly you can’t wait to get out of them…and you hope Mickey does all the work for you...
“Here…”
Beep goes the door, granting access. Mickey holds it open for you, escorting you into the darkness. You hold your breath as you step over the threshold, stepping out of your heels once you’re inside. The slam of the door makes your shoulders jump. And he catches you.
“What’s wrong…” He questions as he presses you back into the door, brushing his fingers across your cheek. “Nervous…”
“Maybe…” you sigh an awkward grin, nuzzling into his loving touch. You feel like such a dork.
“Me too,” Mickey exhales right behind you, trailing his fingerprints down the edge of your jaw, lifting your chin to look at him. “Want a drink?”
You slowly nod with a gulp, afraid to lose yourself in his heated gaze let alone speak. Hopefully he has something strong enough to take the edge off. Get you back to that girl in the pool.
“Let’s get out of these clothes first.”
Resting your head back with a weak whimper, you swallow another knot in your throat as Mickey trails two fingers down your bobbing adam’s apple, on down the center of your chest. Your folds begin to burn between your clenched thighs. Another chill ails you as he pulls your blouse out your skirt. You curse your body for snitching, but he’s giving you exactly what you wanted.
“Bet you’re freezing…” Arms up you help him pull it over your head and he drops it to the floor. “Need to get you nice and warm.”
There goes the slow tear of your zipper. Your skirt gathers around your feet. You’re just as exposed as you were back at the pool, if not even more than before. You feel as if you’re on fire, but your skin prickles beneath his dark eyes.
“What about you? Hmm?” You grab his collar and jerk him close, tempting him with faint brush of your full lips. “Don’t you need me to warm you up?”
“Yes please…” Mickey watches you undo his buttons, one by one, pushing his shirt off his broad shoulders.
You pant up into his parted lips, “Where shall we begin?” Pulling at the waist of his pants as your other hand unbuckles his belt, pull his zipper down.
“Here sounds good…” He slips his tongue inbetween your flirty lips, kissing you deep, deep. Taking every last bit of your oxygen as he inhales you in. He steps out his of his pants and takes you by your bare hips, shoving you back into the door. You comb your fingers through his saturated curly hair, whining into his aggressive mouth. Damn he kisses you as if he can devour you, and his devoutness makes you so stupid weak you practically slump into the door. You can feel him smiling at the way your body reacts to him, and he’s gotta take it a step further. “Here too,” he mumbles into your tired lips.
You gasp out a dire moan as his fingers slip down your fluttering folds, easing inside you. So sopping wet Mickey groans in pleasure, humming a tender chuckle when you fall from his happy lips.
“My god Mickey…”
“Fuck I know baby…” he bites down on his smirk, spreading you open, “you feel just right…” The way you hiss when he rolls his thumb around your clit…got his dick dripping… “Warming up by the second…”
Your contracting hole squelches with each pump of his paired digits. Knees shaky. Fuck, if you feel this good from just his hand, you’re in big trouble…
“Fuck me too…” you roughly fist his hair, roll your hips into his strokes, “making me so fuckin hot the way you fuck me with your fingers…”
“Mm just you wait…” he growls, spinning his wet fingers around your clit, “wait til I fuckin get inside you…”
Your spine curls off the only surface keeping you steady. “What’re you waiting for?” You’re so ready you’re about to get on your knees and beg. “Fuck me Mickey.”
Hearing that sends a thrill straight to his bobbing dick. But he’s having way too much fun taking his time with you. Mickey detaches his pruning fingers from between your trembling legs, chuckling at your pitiful whines.
“Patience darling.” He shushes all your griping with his fingers covered in your juices. “We’ve got all night.”
Got all night indeed to consummate this bogus marriage. He may not be your actual husband, but god you hope he’s going to fuck you like he wants to be. Can’t reattach your fuckin jaw Mickey’s got you stuck, crying out over and over, choking on another airy gasp as he sucks his fingers clean for you. Those pretty curvy lips suctioned around his boney knuckles. Playfully cutting his glare, moaning and groaning, drool slipping down his creamy skin. Shit, instinctually you flinch for a turn but he shakes his head no, falls to his knees without a word.
“Oh my God…”
You couldn’t stop calling out for him, God that is, for Mickey put in work on your weeping pussy. Your walls couldn’t stop flooding, contracting around his strong tongue. Your body spasming out of control over his big mouth, you hung on to his curls and his head bobbed and turned from side to side. Flushed, sweaty, sticky…you left Mickey such a bright mess down on his knees, and it was the hottest he looked all night.
A glass hall full of room temp bourbon fills your hazy vision. “Hey.”
“Oh,” you come back to this realm with a small smile, taking the glass for him. You needed this drink about an hour ago but it’s just as delicious now that Mickey’s sucked three monumental orgasms out of you. “Thanks.”
The hotel’s robe encompassed you like a fat fuzzy blanket, and could rock you straight to sleep if Mickey wasn’t keeping you awake with his silly stories. And for good reason, because he was nowhere near done with you yet. After you came back down from heavens, you sent your bestie a signal of life, and she bombarded you with a series of questions you didn’t want to answer yet. Just wanted to let her know you were still good with your hubs. Your attention was dedicated to him.
“You okay?” Mickey asks with a pinch of your cheek, sitting beside you on the foot of the massive bed.
You rest a hand on his knee. “Of course. I’m with you.” Mickey puffs a flattered chuckle into his glass as he takes a sip. “Having a lot of fun with you.”
He’s glad to hear that. He was just thinking the same thing. “Same here. I was having such a shitty trip before you came along, laughing at my pain.”
You sputter a laugh around the rim of your glass. “I was laughing more at her than you if I’m being real.”
He scoffs with a roll of his eyes. “Either way, I’m glad we met.”
“Yeah…I’m glad you got dumped too.” Mickey shoves your shoulder as he falls out laughing at your relentless teasing. You’re falling for that goofy laugh, that gorgeous smile. “But no seriously I’m glad we met too…”
Another moment of deafening silence. Another intense connection. Afraid of losing yourself in his infatuated gaze again, you empty your glass down your open throat. He overwhelms you every single time your eyes meet. Break time’s over. You wanted to suffocate your budding feelings with his weight. The empty glass hits the floor with a muted thump, straddling Mickey’s lap in one quick sweep. His hands under your robe swiftly smooth up your thighs and ass. Exhaling a heavy erotic sigh, you cast a devilish smirk on him, grinding up his front. Mickey bites a hot groan and shuts his eyes, gripping your ass. A heat overcomes your head as you admire him beneath you, massaging at your body with a drunk grin, breathing all heavy with his eyes closed. It’s in his touch, in his lungs, that he’s seriously into you. And you really like the way he looks between your thighs. Like you’re all he’s ever wanted. As if this was a sign of commitment. You press your hands onto his chest, to feel his lungs tremble, his skin burn. Mickey flutters his curly lashes back open with a fragile moan, and you just about crumble with a shaky sigh. Opening his robe, gazing down on his exposed chest, you faintly whisper, “I think I like you Mickey…” shoving the fluffy material down his sturdy shoulders and arms.
“Feelings mutual…” He unties you with a brilliant smile, slipping his arms free to undress you. As Mickey helps you out of your robe, he frantically scans your shimmery brown skin in amazement. “You’re so fuckin beautiful.”
Your robe collects over the pair of bourbon riddled glasses as you tut a laugh, and Mickey pulls you into his dick by the back of your thighs. His nails feels so good puncturing your flesh.
“You’re just sayin that cuz we’re newlyweds.”
His veiny girth brushes up your slick folds, your swelling clit, then back down again, teasing your entrance with the wet tip of his dick. He caresses the curve of your neck with a tiny shake of his head.
“No…I’m serious…” Tightening his hold Mickey jerks your panting lips into his. “Want you so bad…it hurts…”
“Shit…” you softly hiss grinding harder up his length, gulping, “it hurts?”
Nodding against your forehead, he licks his dry lips and urges, “it hurts…it hurts…” with a sincere squeeze. Guiding your hips back and forth just to work you up. “I wanna fuck you…”
Your limbs shudder as Mickey delicately kisses back a weak whimper, holding you steady so he can finally…finally…pierce his way through your heat. Inhaling a sharp gasp you clutch onto his wrist, suppressing all your noises into his puckered lips as he forces every inch of his throbbing cock into your excited pussy. Every nerve in your body is alive. You and Mickey share the same quaky breath, squealing and grunting behind sweet messy kisses. You just wanna hold him so deep inside you, just for a minute, but he can’t wait any longer. The first stroke is cautious, a test to see how well you’ve adjusted to his size, and the affirmative growl that rumbled in your throat told him the next stroke could be harder. Firmer. Needier. And he couldn’t stop pumping you with everything he’s got, gasping out your name every time you gasp out a dazed shout.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck…baby fuck…”
You’ll never get his raspy voice out of your brain.
“Don’t stop Mickey…please don’t stop…”
You don’t even recognize this version of yourself.
“I-I won’t…won’t stop until the sun comes up…”
Mickey slobbers and nibbles at your throat, reveling in how incredibly wet you feel on his lap. You wrap an arm around his sweaty back, holding on for dear life as he uses you, feeling like you could almost slide off your fuckin creaming all over his dick. Completely fucked out of your mind. Mickey might as well live inside you; you give yourself entirely to him. For the next couple of hours. For the next several years…maybe. You can’t deny this connection, this force that binds you two together.
“Christ!” You toss your head back and your legs tremble, “you’re mine Mickey…” you declare out to the room, “you’re fuckin mine!”
A sharp shrill flees your convulsing body, totally surprised with the unruly timing of your orgasm. Mickey just beams up at your dropped jaw, absolutely pleased with you squirting all over his dick and balls, the way you claw his back. Squeezing his cock, cumming so hard your pussy’s forcing him out but he’s determined, slamming into you until he feels his load shooting up to his leaky tip.
“God—FUCK!” His fist rings your wrist, bouncing you off his thighs a few—more—times, just to get him right…there…to the edge… “Oh fuck!”
Mickey continues to spill his cum between your heaving bodies, petting your back as he murmurs discreetly into your ear, “yours…yours baby…fuck I’m yours baby…yours…” Hugging his neck, you rest your chin into his shoulder, shut your eyes and listen to his exhausted words. Fuck, what was he even saying? Hell what were you?! Claiming him when you don’t even know him. But…it’s just…he feels like he’s yours. Boy does he…even all gross and sticky against your rising and falling breast. His skin’s pungent on your tastebuds, numbing your tongue trailing up the slope of his neck.
“Ah…baby…” Mickey nuzzles you with a low chuckle, gripping at you, “what’re you…”
His words fade as you noisily suck at a spot that’s got him giggling and squirming, dick jumping. You smile evilly against his bruising skin, “told you I don’t want you to stop…” using his cum to stroke him, tame him. Your suctioned lips send a harsh chill down his side, which makes you both purr in unison.
Laying back on the bed, taking you down with him, he groans, grabbing your ass, “Mmm…yes ma’am…” reaching eager fingers for your sultry folds coming to life. Burying his back into the lush bedding he sighs blissfully, “happy wife…”
“Well, well…look who’s finally returned…” Your best friend announces as you approach the table where your girls sat with their mimosas.
Rolling your eyes with a shrug, you take your seat, ignoring all their interrogating glints. You left Mickey’s early enough to shower and be on time for brunch, just so you wouldn’t have to hear shit. But just because you were put together and on time, doesn’t mean your girls weren’t going to get in your ass about your spontaneous night with a hot stranger. The table silently watches you pour your own mimosa since they’re too busy staring, waiting. And you make them wait just a minute longer as you take a long sip from your champagne flute. Your best friend scoffs at your friends exchanging humored side glances around the table. You sit your glass down, adjust your sunglasses, then address everyone.
“What.”
Your bestie smacks the shit out of your arm with a scowl. “What?! What do you mean what?! Spill bitch!”
You scrunch your nose at her, confused as to what she’s talking about. “Spill? Spill what?” The whole table falls out, so done with you, fussing at you for playin with them. And you can’t keep a straight face any longer, busting out laughin at them mad at you.
“Alright, alright. Shutup.” You shout with a wave of your hands to calm them down. “People are starting to stare y’all chill!”
“Well run us the story guh so they can stop hell!” One of your other friend’s shout back, jokingly side eyeing you as she drinks.
Sitting your elbows on the edge of the table, you cover your flustered cheeks, envisioning his handsome face as you said your goodbyes a few hours ago. “Fuck…I don’t know where to begin honestly.” You shrug again because you really don’t. That only gives them the opportunity to shoot off their rapid fire questions.
“Did he blow your back out?”
“Where did y’all go?”
“Dick big or nah.”
“How many rounds?”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“Do you like him?”
You shake your head at them, deciding which questions were you going to give them answers to. Because you didn’t want to give them too much detail; most of last night you’d like to treasure, keep certain intimate moments just between you and Mickey, but you were going to have to give them a little something to hold them over.
You simply put it. “We had fun…” swooning to yourself, drifting off into your thoughts of him, “and yeah…think I do like him…”
“Am I going to see you later?” With a towel wrapped around his hips, Mickey leaned his toned frame along the doorway, hovering over you wearing a shirt of his with your miniskirt. Heels in hand behind your back, you modestly shrugged a shoulder.
“Sure,” you sighed, still high up in the clouds, resisting the urge to get back in his bed. If you didn’t have brunch. If your friends weren’t chomping at the bit. Luckily you had one more night in Vegas. One more night with Mickey. Give your girls the day but you got to be with him, possibly, for the last time.
“Sure you gotta go right now? It’s still early and you’ve barely slept.” He winked grazing his knuckles down your arm, interlocking his fingers with yours.
“Mmm yeaaah…trust me I don’t wanna. But if I don’t show up to brunch, they’ll come for me.”
Tugging at your arm, pulling you into one more final hug, Mickey pouted. “Mmm fine...”
You kissed his pouty lips with your own. “Sorry…I’ll text you k?”
One more intense kiss before you go, but he wouldn’t release your precious lips, affectionately whispering into them one last time, “yes wife…”
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violetmuses · 9 months
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If I can't spend a warm summer night with James Buchanan Barnes, what's the point? 😩
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justarandomgirly · 2 years
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Imagine Mickey is your friend. And he rings the bell and you come out and he is inviting you to take a ride with him on his bike.
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fear is the heart of love
Characters - Yandere!Reader and Mickey Henry
Warnings - Dark Reader Fic, Stalking, Non Con Voyeurism, Masturbation and Fingering (not graphic), Violence, Obsession
a/n - This is something completely new for me and I'm back in my dark zone, written entirely in first person and with a dark reader. I got the prompt "I love you more than anything" from @musingsinmoonlight for her 1k challenge and with a little help from @navybrat817 @dreamlessinparis and @sweeterthanthis I created this. Sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting Suz 🫣
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The cafe was busy, filled with groups of friends meeting for brunch, older couples sitting in peace enjoying the sun’s heat against their skin and then there was me.
I sat in the corner, the ice in my coffee slowly melting as I pretended to read my book. I kept my eyes on Mickey a few tables over as he talked with the woman from last night, gesticulating wildly as he told her a story about his friend. The sun glinted off the rings he never seemed to take off, the rings that I could still feel against my skin, a memory from when he lovingly gripped my hips a few nights ago.
I was in Athens with work, helping them open a new office when I met Mickey. He was DJing at a bar I had been taken to and I was instantly smitten, his boyish smile and energetic dancing had me hooked. He fought off a dark-haired girl who was standing to the side of his decks, seemingly desperate for his attention and made his way over to me.
We danced and kissed, knowing smiles shared between each other before I took him back to my hotel a few hours later, spending the night wrapped up in each other’s bodies. Nobody made me feel the way he did that night, I know he felt it too. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me.
I woke up the next morning to a note on the pillow beside me, “Thanks for the sleepover, I’ll be in the same place again tonight. Come say hi” I bit my lip and smiled at his scratchy writing, running my fingers over the smiley face he signed off with. I rolled over to where he slept and breathed in the leftover scent of sea salt and sandalwood from the bedding. 
It was Saturday and I had the entire day to myself so I went out exploring, buying a few things for friends at home and sampling the local food at the market. I couldn’t get my mind off Mickey though, the minutes passed by so slowly and I needed a distraction. 
I grabbed my phone out of my bag and looked for a nearby clothes store, I knew nothing I packed for this trip would be good enough and I wanted to look my best for him. I passed a jewellery store on my way and something caught my eye, everything was falling into place nicely as if fate was playing her part in our story.
I made my way to the bar later that night, wearing the new dress I had bought to impress him. Making sure the little surprise I bought him was secure in my bag as I fished out €20 for the elaborate cocktails. 
The bass was already thumping and I could hear the crowd having a good time as I rounded the corner to find him. I couldn’t stop the noise that came out of my mouth at the sight in front of me.
There he was standing behind the decks, his hands pawing at the body of a mystery blonde girl, kissing her the way he kissed me last night. It felt like I had been punched in the gut, I dropped the drinks and cringed when the people around me cheered. He invited me here tonight. He slept with me only hours before, I still remember how he whispered sweet things in my ear as his hips snapped against mine, he told me I wasn’t like other girls and he was so lucky to have met me.
This other girl must have thrown herself at him, there was no other explanation. He needed my help, I couldn’t just leave him here with her, who knows what might happen. I hid behind someone tall, reaching into my bag and running my fingers over the cool metal of the promise ring I bought him earlier. 
I stayed in the shadows all night so she wouldn’t see me as I kept watch, it felt like she was twisting a knife in my back whenever she laughed at something he said. He was smiling at her, showing her how to use his equipment, clearly just a show for the crowd. 
I followed them back to what I assumed was his place, watching as they fell through his front door. He was smart not to lock it behind him, he knows I’m here to protect him and need to get in without her noticing me so I can keep watch. I counted to a hundred before walking inside, shaking my head at how messy he was. He must have stripped off on his way to the bedroom, I picked up his clothes and folded them up, taking a deep breath and smiling at the scent I recognised from last night. I decided to take them back to my hotel so he has a change of clothes when he comes back over.
I heard noises coming from the other room and quietly walked over, peering through the crack in the door. I was shocked to find them both naked, his fingers buried deep inside her as she moaned into his mouth. I slip my hand into my underwear, copying his movements with my fingers since he was probably thinking about me anyway. 
I had to bury my face in his clothes to drown out the sounds of my moaning as I kept rhythm with him. I couldn’t stay here any longer, he seemed to have this under control and I could talk to him another time about better ways to deal with women who throw themselves at him. 
The next morning I woke up early and made my way over to his place, I waited across the street in the little park that faced his building. They seemed to take a long time to come out and I was getting restless, I considered breaking back into the building but before I could finish my thought they came out hand in hand. I figured he was just waiting for her cab to arrive but was angered as I watched him grab her hand and walk down the street.
That’s how I found myself here at the cafe, watching them both and making sure he was safe. They sat a little too close together, her hand on his leg rubbing circles into his thigh with her thumb as they talked. A child a few tables away let go of their balloon, crying loudly and causing me to lose concentration for a moment.
One moment is all it took, a dark-haired girl had approached them both, I couldn’t quite hear what she was saying but the look on Mickey’s face said it all. She was another person I needed to keep him safe from, thankfully that was going to be easy because right now she was walking towards the bathrooms. 
Perfect. Out of sight and easy to clean up after.
I took one more look over before making my way over to the ladies. The girl was crying at the sink, looking at herself in the mirror and that’s when I recognised her. She was there the night I met Mickey, she was desperate for his attention then as well. I stood beside her, washing my hands, and asked her if she was ok. 
She nodded her head and tried to stop herself from crying, sniffling and taking deep breaths. I waited until the room was empty before grabbing her hair and slamming her face into the mirror, over and over until she fell to the floor. The noise of what happened must have travelled because as if by magic in walked the blonde girl asking what happened.
She took one look at the scene in front of her and screamed out, I charged at her and knocked her down, straddling her waist and punching her in the face repeatedly until the noise stopped. I was covered in her blood but that’s ok, he’s worth it.
A small crowd of people ran in as I was on top of her, including Mickey. He was shouting down at me and pushing me off the woman. I smiled up at him and raised my bloodied hand, "I had to do it. Don't you see? I love you more than anything."
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You and your friends go on a girls holiday and end up at a street party in Athens. The drinks are flowing and you're having an amazing time, you look up and catch the eye of the DJ.
He's been watching you have fun and couldn't take his eyes off you and your carefree vibe. He plays a song that he knows everyone bounces too and jumps down off the stage, introducing himself and buying you a drink.
You spend the next few hours just laughing and dancing together before he tells you about a good quiet spot on the beach where you can just relax together.
Sitting in the sand and making small talk he turns to you and leans in whispering in your ear, "I bet you taste perfect, why don't you lie down for me and get comfortable while I find out if I'm right"
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Emmmmmaaaaa, you lovely menace you! This man, this gif, this scenario, all have been living rent free in my head since you sent it. Finally had a chance to write out, hope it's not horrible.
Smut below the cut
Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), public sex, dirty talk, implied sex, Mickey being a menace.
Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.
Your fingers carded through Mickey's hair as he flattened his tongue, licking a broad stripe up your folds. "Mhmm, better than I imagined," he groaned, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.
His ocean blue eyes were locked on your face, as he used two fingers to spread you open. His tongue darted out, flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your spine bowed, your free hand clawing at the sand beneath you. 
He knew what he was doing, that tongue tasting every inch of you, before spearing into your weeping hole. His eyes twinkling as they watched you fall apart above him. You fought against the grip he had on your thighs trying to shut them around his head. 
He dug his fingers in to warn you, pulling back for a moment. You groaned at his absence, "Keep these thighs spread, baby. As much as I want to be smothered by this luscious thighs, I want to watch you fall apart this first time."
"First time?" You asked breathlessly.
"Of course," he replied, leaning forward and inhaling your scent deeply, "You're intoxicating and if you think this is a one time thing, you're sorely mistaken."
Not giving you a chance to respond, he dove back in, wrapping his lips around your clit. Two of his fingers pushing into you. Your hips bucked and rolled, grinding against his face. The way he watched you, tongue circling your clit made your body heat up. He was making you feel special like no one ever had. It was a heady feeling to be worshipped by a man like this.
He seemed to savor you, working you quickly towards your climax. You tugged at his soft brown locks, wailing loud as pleasure washed over like one of the waves lapping the beach behind him. Coating his face with your juices. Like a man desperate for his favorite drug, he made sure no drop was wasted, licking you clean.
Popping up only when he was fully satisfied. You were barely holding yourself up on your elbows, watching him with hooded eyes. He climbed up your body, kissing you hard. Your taste on his tongue.
"Let's get out of here baby. I need to get you out of this dress."
"And what will you do, once you do?" You asked, kissing him again.
"I'm going to take my time fucking you and as much as I don't care who sees, I'd rather not get arrested before I'm done worshipping you."
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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year
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October & November // t-nd-rfoot fic recs
In the two months that I've been on this site, I've read so many amazing fics that I love to this day so I'm starting a monthly list of my fic recs! ✨
Also I want to be able to find these easier than scrolling through my blog
Please let me know if your titles need editing or if you prefer to not be tagged!
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
Prompts "that sounds like you and me right there." by @bucky-barnes-diaries
Drabbles imagine bucky needing cuddles by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord
One Shots Easy by @jadedvibes saturday. by @creativebeang
Series for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations
Joaquin Torres
One Shots el tiemp nos alejó by @rodrikstark
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Rhett Abbott
One Shots rumor by @bonitanightmxres sleep without you by @bonitanightmxres
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Top Gun: Maverick
Robert "Bob" Floyd
Drabbles bob handing out candy by @rosesvioletshardy "what's your favorite type of rock?" by @aestheticpearl
One Shots bird strike by @writingdumpster Don't Touch My Boots by @thebirdandthebee drunk by @lorecraft pumpkin carving by @siempre-bucky return to me by @lt-bradshaw Scrapbook by @siempre-bucky The Six Times You Met Bob Floyd in School and The One Time You Didn't by @lt-natrace turducken, a fall story by @demxters
Series fall by @demxters (completed)
Jake "Hangman" Seresin
One Shots Birdstrike by @an-unknown-writers-world Come Hell or High Water by @awaywith-thefaeries Even Though I'm Leaving by @wombtotombx In Sickness and In Health by @fandomxpreferences Nothing to Lose by @topgun-imagines take the day by @siempre-bucky The Best Thing That's Ever Been mine by @sweetlittlegingy worth it by @hangmanbrainrot
Series baby, i'm high octane by @laracrofted (ongoing)
Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia
Headcanons Decorating for Christmas HCs by @fanboygarcia Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia dating single mom pilot!reader HCs by @fanboygarcia
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Henry Cavill and Characters
Henry Cavill
Drabbles smitten by @hencav
One Shots cute distractions by @hencav
Captain Syverson
One Shots I Told You by @cinebration
August Walker
Drabbles my girls by @keanureevesisbae
One Shots Softy on the inside by @iamemy4
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Formula 1
Mick Schumacher
One Shots staying away by @micks-afterglow
Daniel Ricciardo
Series waiting game by @sparkle-d (ongoing)
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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Coming Soon
The Whiskey on Your Breath
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Being a virginal saloon girl had it’s perks.  Flirting with all the men.  Becoming untouchable to them.  All they wanted was you, and all you wanted was Raleigh Beckett.  But sometimes what you want doesn’t matter.  Not when your innocence is put up for sale.  Losing it all to the highest bidder, while Raleigh had nothing...
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Wayfaring Stranger
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Newly appointed sheriff Lee Bodecker stumbled in on a secret.  A teacher couldn’t stop thinking about five missing children.  The other sheriff swept their disappearance under the rug, but she wouldn’t let Lee forget about them.  The mountains can’t hide everything.  Lee just never imagined that in finding these children, he would find you, and you were no longer a child.  
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Cicadas Dancing Soft & Sweet
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When Hal Carter visits his grandmother he did not think he would run into the peculiar preacher’s family.  Having five beautiful daughters made him overly protective.  He was a mean and strict man who would not be happy knowing you couldn’t look away from Hal, and he definitely couldn’t stay away from you.
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Red Riding Hood
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Stay out of the woods.  It was a simple task.  You failed, but it was your brother’s fault.  Don’t eat the apples.  Failed again.  And now you’re being chased by the most feared thing, or man, in the woods.  You should have listened...  
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The Man That You Made
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Bucky struggled.  Years of pent up anger and trauma led him to you.  Little by little you tear his walls down, but he was also able to remove some of your own.  Will his past and your professional lead you to run away from him, just like you always do?  *Part of the Keys in Your Ignition AU*
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I Love You Like Crazy, Girl
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Ari was reckless.  He wasn’t your typical romantic guy.  He didn’t want a house with a white picket fence or a wife with a baby on her hip.  The one woman he tried to be faithful to and thrown him for a loop.  She wanted everything he did not want.  Needed to be loved and cared for, and he couldn’t be that man for her.  And then there comes you.  A long lost relative of someone with connections to his ex, and he becomes addicted to you, and you him.  Twin flames getting high on living crazy.   *Part of the Keys in Your Ignition AU*
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Wake Up Call
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A mess.  Your life was always a mess.  You should have been faithful to Ryan, especially since he was such a good father.  But your mutual boss was persistent.  Now ten years later will you be able to be faithful to your new husband?  A mess.  It’s what it always was.
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All or Nothing at All
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Steve Rogers always doubted your feelings for him.  He was supposed to be your everything, but he fell for someone else.  Bucky Barnes was supposed to be your best friend, and nothing more.  Good thing they both got lost in time.  Or did the?
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Taking My Heart
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Alone in a cold dark basement.  Being taunted by a masked man who was determined to make you his.  He was never going to have you.  Never...
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Pistol By My Side
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August Walker was dangerous.  Dangerous and sexy.  You would go to the ends of the earth to be with him.  And he would lead you into a life of crime and sin.  It’s a good thing your parents said you would never amount to anything.
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Blackberry Winter
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Cole Turner was once warm just like the summer.  He was your sun, but then he grows distant.  Just like the chill of blackberry winter.
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My Prairie Song
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Retiring from the rodeo, Bucky becomes a ranch hand for a local family.  He always enjoyed the quiet life.  Now he needs him someone that’s not so quiet to enjoy it with.  You are the sweet little barista that always talks too fast, but Bucky finds it endearing.  Just means he gets to listen to you more...
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Nothing Left to Prove
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Having a daughter with cystic fibrosis with Mickey Henry was not easy.  He was great when he was around.  But between her health, and you needing a better support system, you were run ragged.  And then came the new specialist at clinic.  He was kind and your daughter adored him.  But will Dr. Frank Adler be able to let his walls down in order to be a good partner for you?
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The Original Dolls
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In a world where a man can have a wife and a doll, a real life sex doll.  Pick out by their own hands and used for their pure filthy enjoyment.  Better get used to the life of being their play toy, and these men never miss an opportunity to indulge in playtime, no matter where they are.  And you can’t say no.
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Hear That Whippoorwill
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Going back to the mountains.  You didn’t even realize you had ever been there.  But when your last relative in those mountains dies, you were left with everything, including all the family secrets.  Now there was too many rules; stay out of the woods, that bridge is dangerous, black cats are bad luck, don’t listen to the whippoorwill, girl.  Too late.  And now Steve has finally found you.  He won’t stop trying to get you, until the curse is finally broke, and now you’re here....
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There Goes My Life
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Steve was your weakness.  He was the person you loved the most, and then he was on the run.  You had tried to tell him something important, and then the blip happened, and you weren’t able to.  But your secret sure was able to tell him.  Now Steve has to navigate this new life, plus find comfort for himself.  But he never gives up on somehow being able to change what is going on in the world.
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The Next Room
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What if the man you were completely in love with never moved on from his “best friend”?  How do you cope with your emotions?  How does one even move on from the utmost heartbreak?  Only time will tell.
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Hiding Whiskey Scars
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Sy’s worst mistake was letting you go.  He didn’t expect to see you on the side of the road beaten and battered.  He won’t be making another mistake again.
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Every Ounce of Heart
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One you couldn’t stay away from.  The other you were falling so hard for.  Problem was Jake didn’t like that his dog keeper was growing distant.  Didn’t return his phone calls, and then one lonely night...he hears you.  In his roommate’s room.  Now, how will the two of them navigate through their senior year with both knowing what you taste like?  One just wanted to take his frustrations out while the other loved playing with your body and testing out your kinks.
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The End As It Begins
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You are cordially invited to this season’s marriage market. Becoming the rare and sweet Rose of the Ball. Just the perfect and chaste eligible bachelorette. Bring your dance card, and search for the perfect match. Will it be the General Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers the Duke of Lavenham, Lord Dean Winchester, or Prince Charles Brandon. You have caught all their eyes. But be careful, they’re not the only ones watching. Lady Rose Waterton is also watching and reporting on the gossip of the evening. Make sure you have your chaperone…
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A Little Kiss
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When an ex leaves an unexpected surprise on Colin Shea’s doorstep, he quickly drowns in just what it is he needs to do.  Trying to be everything that his unplanned daughter needs, but he is at a loss, and has no clue on what to do.  And then there was you.  The librarian that hosted children’s hours, and just so happened to be his next door neighbor.  Even though you are resilient to help him, it’s not the baby’s fault that her father is an idiot.
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Have Mercy on Me Please
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He was precious like a flower.  He was everything your blackened heart could ever desire, but he fell too hard and too fast.  He was not the usual type of men that you made get into an impossible contract.  They were always iron tight, and unable to get out of.  Cole Riggan was different.  He was too sweet to be damned, but is he someone you’re willing to let go?  And if you didn’t have a heart, why did you want to protect this man?  What would your father ever think?
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Double or Nothing
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Jake Jensen is a useful ally in the world of the suits.  Beyond smart with weapons, and supposed to be in charge of the Queens.  However, they were more in charge of him.  Unable to speak up to his crew of bad ass women.  You were an angel.  The sweetest thing that he had ever laid eyes on, and you had found you’re way into the rabbit hole.  The nanny to Jefferson and Bunny’s twin boys, and right there for Jake to corrupt.  The perfect specimen of woman for him to control.  Will he ever get the confidence he needed to be the leader of the Queens or was he destine to be their court jester?
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navybrat817 · 2 years
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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?”
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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
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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."
*****
Happy Sinday. Love and thanks! ❤️
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months
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Hot DJ » Mickey Henry
Pairings: Mickey Henry x Reader
Summary: Y/N has a thing for the hot DJ.
Warnings: Smut (18+), language, alcohol, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl)
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes or typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
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You say at the bar, eyeing the DJ like you have been all night. He occasionally looked up and sent a wink your way making you blush like crazy. When his set was done, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the bar.
“A beer and whatever the lady wants.” He tells the bartender.
“Whiskey.” You tell him.
The bartender brought you guys your drinks and walked away.
“Mickey.” Mickey introduces himself, holding his hand out for you to shake.
“Y/N.” You say with a smile and shook his hand.
“Tell me, Y/N. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all by yourself?” He asks, taking a sip of his beer.
“I originally came here for a few drinks, but I got distracted by the hot DJ.” You tell him.
“Oh yea?” He says.
“Mhmm.” You hummed, taking a sip of your drink.
You and Mickey sat at the bar drinking for a while until he stood up, holding his hand out.
“Wanna dance?” Mickey asks.
“I would love to.” You smiled, placing your hand in his.
Mickey led you to the dance floor. He was entranced by the way your hips swayed to the music. He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasped when you felted his bulge against your ass. You leaned your body against his, placing your hands on top of his. Mickey leaned his head down, placing his lips on your neck and began to leave kisses along your skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. You moaned quietly when you felt his stubble scratching your skin.
“Wanna get out of here?” Mickey asks.
“Lead the way, baby.” You say.
Mickey grabbed your hand, leaving the dance floor and hailed for a cab to take you two to his apartment. You two were all over each other the second you guys walked through the door. Mickey kicked the door shut with his foot and picked you up, taking you to his bedroom. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on the floor next to the bed. His hand blindly found the zipper of your dress, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. You laid down on the bed and watched as Mickey stripped from his clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock. Mickey got on the bed, hovering over you. He leaned his head down, kissing along your chest and the swells of your breasts, marking you up with hickeys.
“Mickey.” You moaned softly.
“Yea, baby?” Mickey says.
“Fuck me.” You says.
Mickey didn’t need to be told twice. He pumped his cock in his hand a couple times before rubbing it through your wetness.
“Please!” You begged with a whined.
Mickey chuckles. He lines his cock at your entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you inch by inch. Both of you gasped at the same time. You involuntarily spread your legs wider to take more of him.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Mickey groans.
Mickey leaned down, kissing your lips hungrily as he started thrusting. His thrusts are fast, but loving. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. One of your hands held the back of his head, your fingers tugging at his hair while your other hand was on his back, your nails digging in his skin, making him hiss at the feeling.
“Were you imagining us doing this while you were staring at me earlier?” He asks, moving his lips to your shoulders and placed kisses along them.
“Yes!” You moaned, tilting your head back.
Mickey took the opportunity to kiss along the column of your throat. His teeth nipped at your skin, biting down hard enough for a hickey. One of his hands roamed your body, stopping on one of your breast and squeezing it causing you to gasp and your cunt to clench around his cock at the feeling. You arched your back in pleasure. That gave Mickey a new angle. His tip hit your sweet spot.
“Oh yes! Fuck!” You moaned. “Right there!” You tell him.
Your moans encouraged Mickey to move faster. His tip continued to hit your sweet spot. His fingers reached down to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts.
“Your pussy feels so good.” Mickey moans, leaning his head against your shoulder.
“I can say the same thing about your cock.” You moaned.
His fingers applied a little more pressure to your clit as he continued to rub it. You felt a knot in your lower stomach, feeling your orgasm building up.
“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” Mickey asks panting, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock again.
“Mhmm yes!” You moaned with a whimper.
“Cum for me, baby.” He says.
A loud moan left your lips as you came. Mickey fucked you through your orgasm. He lost rhythm with his thrust, but quickly regained rhythm again.
“I know you’re gonna cum.” You panted. “Give it to me, baby.” You whispered in his ear.
That was enough to send him over the edge. Your name left his lips as he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling a sheet over the two of you. You two laid there panting for a few seconds before you spoke up.
“We should totally do that again.” You suggested.
“Agreed.” Mickey says, putting his hand on your thigh.
🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵
-Bucky’s Doll
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fineanddandy · 8 months
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Starstruck
Summary: Mickey Henry didn’t know how to feel about new and upcoming deejay Luna. Love her, envy her…because she’s the total package. He wanted her in so many ways…and one night, the universe delivers.
Relationship: Mickey Henry x black!OC “Luna”
Warnings: graphic language, alcohol/drug use, small age gap, smut, unprotected sex, angst/lust, 18+
A/N: Not me being stuck at the end of this for a few days now 😒 a mess! So I heard this Buckley song and knew I had to write some Mickey to it. Idk how or why but it just made sense. Had to do a some role reversal on that ass I liked the idea of that. Another OC…cuz they’re easier to write for so sorry not sorry. Enjoy my story!
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Thursday night, and Mickey’s holding himself hostage in his room in front of his laptop, supposed to be working but as usual, he’s deeply distracted by his phone. Harshly biting at his bottom lip, he silently curses and glares down at his screen, listening to the music through his headphones out of spite. Mickey lowkey hated how effortlessly good she was; considered freshman class but was surpassing many veteran deejays in their prime. Let’s not fail to mention how hot she was—absolutely beautiful—dudes all wanted a shot with her. Never seen such a hoard of dudes dying for a chance to meet a woman. A total knockout in every single way…she had the whole scene in her chokehold.
Luna…Luna’s the new and upcoming deejay in the city, and had been fuckin the clubs up with her mixes, making it incredibly hard for other’s to book the hottest spots most weekends. But it was earned, because she was so fuckin sick. Being caught in the crowd during one of her sets Mickey got to experience her energy through her music. And he had the fuckin time of his life, gaping up at her rock the club in utter amazement. A goddess behind the table, smoothly flippin from vinyl to vinyl, bobbin her head to the beat with a bright smile. Awestruck, ripe with envy, Mickey slowly began to hate to love Luna. Stalking her social media, jammin her Spotify playlists when he felt creatively constipated. There’s a genius inside her that wanted to be acquainted with. How could he get like her? Not that he was flopping or anything, he just needed to know. Fast too, because this lull he was in wasn’t cutting it. He was starved for her notoriety, her cult following, for her attention. Luna came on the scene and stole his every waking thought. And Mickey’s gotta do something about this, this quaint…fixation that he has on her…
“Yoooo Mickey. Guess what I got.” Damn near skipping into his room, his roomie Dev enters, waving two laminated passes around with a snarky smirk. “VIP for Luna’s set Saturday night. You down?”
Mickey quickly locks his phone and tucks it away into his front pocket, afraid he’s about to bust him going through Luna’s Instagram for the third time this week. Dev hasn’t stopped making fun of him since he foiled Mickey’s complicated crush. Dev had to hook him up to see his girl. Had to set some things in motion.
“Uugghh…” Headphones around his neck he spins around in his desk chair, rolling his eyes with a drop of his head, “I guess…”
Mickey knew deep down that he was down to go but he didn’t want to feel excited. Every single one of his friends knew he was lowkey love-hatin on Luna, and loved to tease how ridiculous he was being to his face. So he liked to keep up a silly act that he wasn’t interested in anything about her, but he kept his sights on her. Hell, he was just watching a video from her last set and honestly, it looked fun as fuck. Dev snorts a chuckle as he plops down onto Mickey’s bed.
“Dude don’t be like that. You know you wanna go. Maybe this is your chance to finally talk to her, you know…get a foot in the door.”
With a wave of his hands, Mickey sits up in his chair, furiously shaking his head. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don’t need a fuckin ‘foot in the door’. I’m in the door. Fuck I’ve made myself at home.”
Dev smacks his grinning lips. “You know what I meant Mick.” Shaking his head he stands and tosses Mickey’s pass down on his keyboard. “Look, I know you wanna meet her, absorb her mojo or whatever. That’s why I got us VIP. So say thank you bro.”
Forging a toothy smile, Mickey mutters behind a clenched jaw, “thank you bro,” rolling his eyes away to look over at the pass sitting on his desk. Of course he was grateful, he just didn’t wanna have to say it aloud.
As Dev takes his exit, he busts out laughing. “Don’t mention it.”
There’s a surge of energy crackling through the club. Everyone’s ready for Luna; the buzz was contagious, nerve-racking. Anxiously sipping his drink he darts his eyes around the VIP section, looking for any sign of her. His friends all chat around him acting weird, ignoring his dicey glare and hunched shoulders. The second sees her, gets the chance to approach her, he’s going for it. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say to her. But just to be close to her…that’d be nice. Knowing him and what he’s been dealing with, he’d probably stumble over his words, lose himself in her eyes. She’s probably so fuckin cool and nice. Say something like she wasn’t familiar with his work but it’s nice to meet him anyway, but not in a condescending way because she seems so sweet and genuine. Seems so like her vibe…
God he was spiraling the fuck out amongst his friends and some of his fellow cohorts that speak and dap him up as they walk by. The club was at capacity just for her; Mickey was peepin some pretty major people all excited for Luna, some people he thought he’d never see at a club. She was major, and that made him feel so small and innocent. That was fucking with him a bit. Poor Mick…he needs another drink. Slamming his empty glass down on the bar, he motions to the bartender for another, focusing on his breath to calm down. So lost in his own thoughts he doesn’t notice the change in chatter around him.
“Yo Mickey. Mickey, hey.” Dev whispers in his ear, taps him on the shoulder. “Earth to Mickey.”
Heaving a big sigh, he turns away from the bar and meets a set of pretty brown eyes he’d been staring at through a screen for months now.
“Oh shit!” Luna and Mickey exclaim in total unison, pointing at the other, and Mickey’s completely thrown by her jubilant reaction. Wait…
“You are Mickey Henry!” Luna seems thrilled to meet him and he doesn’t know how to take it. She…she knows who he is? Dev couldn’t be more delighted by this introduction, smiling and laughing at Mickey frozen stiff. “Yo I’ve seen you spin!” She reveals with a happy smile, taking his sweaty hand and Mickey damn near guffaws. “You’re fuckin good…a lot of fun…”
What is she even sayin…or doing?! Looking him up and down with a devious little smirk, lightly holding his hand. Mickey’s stunned beyond words. Is this real life? Are they really interacting—touching—each other right now?!
She waits for him to speak but he can’t do a thing but stare with bugged out eyes, grip limp in her dainty hand. Pinching a frown, she chuckles softly to herself. People did say he wasn’t shy, right? A charmer at that, but that’s a different case at the moment. Mickey was gawking like he saw a ghost, chin trembling like he wanted to say something but his mouth was glued shut. Luna signals over to Dev to check in on him, and he does the honors by elbowing him in the side, muttering how embarrassing he’s being. Hardly that. Luna thought it was cute how starstruck he looked. He must be a fan of hers, which was an honor. Mickey wasn’t slept on whatsoever in her circle, so the feeling was definitely mutual.
“Wait what.” Mickey choked, coming out of his temporary coma with an awkward grin. “You—you’ve seen me spin?” That’s all he could focus on, that she’d been in one of his crowds, dancing to his music. The Luna. That blew his fuckin mind.
With a drop of his hand she folds her arms with a shrug. “Pffft, of course man. You’re so fuckin legit. When I heard that you were here, I had to come over and introduce myself. Gotta pay respect to one of the best.”
He couldn’t believe his burning ears, his watery eyes. All this time he’s been rightfully envious of this person, this gorgeous woman, and come to find out she was a fan of his?! He’s completely beside himself. Just as he’s about to show her an ounce of gratitude, a sound guy approaches and grumbles something in her ear before he marches off.
“Gotta head to the booth but uh…you guys gotta stick around after ok? Drinks are on me.” She addresses to him and his impressed group of friends as she backs away, landing her sights back on Mickey to say, “it was an honor to meet you. Talk after?” Luna winks before she runs off. And it sends him back into the edge of the bar with a startled gasp. What.
“Talk after.” Dev teases with a little giggle, rubbing his hands together as he turns to get the bartender’s attention. “Shit. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that chick was into you.”
He orders a round of their best scotch for him and Mickey, who turns completely flabbergasted by what just happened. Into him? Nah no way…
“She was just being nice,” like he imagined…sweet and pretty as can be… “can’t believe she knows me…”
“Dude, shut the fuck up.” Dev slides his glass over with an ugly scoff. “You’re the shit. Of course she knows who you are.”
Mickey really didn’t think she would. Luna’s hot, younger, out of his league. There’s no way she’d be into someone as outdated as she makes him feel. She could have any guy she wanted, and without even trying. For him to be the chosen one? With a shake of his head, Mickey knocks the scotch back in one big gulp, ready to crack the shell shock she’s put him in. Ready to dance and watch her rule the dance floor. Luna was giving him a vibe though…right?
That’s all he thought about through her set. Shot after shot, drink after drink, between hits of weed and offers of molly: there was a vibe right? The question spun round as he vibed out and watched the show. Mickey couldn’t take his bloodshot eyes off her, just like the first time he saw her spin. She must be named Luna because she absolutely glows behind the booth, commanding the room with her arms wide open and smile just as big. Singing along, her chunky braids fly through the air, wildly dancing when the music felt too good. She was an absolute vision. And whenever she had to flip records, she would look over and smile at Mickey in a trance. His heart skipped a beat every time Luna would stop and nod her chin at him with a bitten smirk. He may not have been able to feel his face but he was sure he was smirking back at her flirty advances. Oh she’s definitely giving him a vibe, and Mickey’s sending her one right back.
He didn’t want to seem desperate, so he stood out on a balcony smoking a cigarette, still buzzing from her set. She had the whole club lit the fuck up it was absolutely insane. This smoke was the downer he needed. Inside, Luna’s busy making her rounds, talking to her friends and meeting music execs, so he had some time to put his shit together. Mickey needed to be his usual Mickey self, but she did something to him no other girl could ever do. Was that her power turning him into a complete idiot, or the way he idolized her? Isn’t all one and the same…
“Oh, Mickey. There you are.” The sound of the party flows out onto the private balcony and Luna appears with a smile, cradling a joint in between her long fingers. “Your friend Dev said you were out here having a smoke so,” she waved her hand then sits the tip between her lips, “mind if I join you?”
“No not at all.” Urgently he pulls out his lighter and flicks it to life, lighting her joint for her. “You were so fuckin amazing tonight by the way.”
Luna inhales a deep breath with a shake of her head and a big grin, exhaling smoothly up into the night air looking over at him. “Ugh, thank you, really—it’s just…so weird to hear that comin from you.” She anxiously chuckles before she takes another hit.
Mickey’s confused behind his cig. “What? Why?”
Luna smokes up towards the twinkling stars, tossing her braids back over her shoulder. She really didn’t want to geek out as soon as she met him but, guess he should know how much he meant to her and her career...
“Dude. I remember the first time I saw you spin.” Luna anxiously shuffles her feet, ashes her joint as she recounts that night, “Went with some of my girl friends to this grungy hole in the wall club. And they stuck you out on the back patio because that one dude was in the main room, and that’s who everyone came to see. So you were playing for like, the smokers and those of us who didn’t care for that dude—god I can’t remember his fuckin name!” She laughs with a snap of her fingers, annoyed it wasn’t coming to her but he remembers. Remembers that night and all its bullshit…wishes he could remember her…Mickey listens to her go on with a whimsy smile,
“But anyway, even though you weren’t the main act, and there were only like, twenty or so of us on that back patio, you fuckin rocked that shit. And I always loved that about you. No matter the venue, when you’re doin your thing, it’s you doing whatever to keep the crowd movin, making sure they’re having a good time.” Luna turns to look at him with pure sincerity in her glossy eyes as she compliments, “you’re so fuckin good Mickey. An inspiration. So to hear you say that to me, I mean…” Luna places her hand affectionately over her racing heart. Clearly oversharing but when would she have another chance to tell him this? That night, amongst many others, stuck with her. Mickey was her motivation to give this all a shot.
All the ruckus from inside fills their ears. They fall silent as they smoke, fidgeting with goofy smirks and calming breaths. Shit, did she fuck up? Maybe she shouldn’t have said all that, probably weirded him out. Glancing back over her shoulder, she sputters a chuckle at his pleasantly surprised eyes. She’s broken him once again. “Sorry…I talk too much when I’m high.”
Mickey chuckles in return, flicking his cigarette butt away, clumsily mumbling, “No uh that’s totally ok. I get it but it’s cool um thank you. Thank you for that…uh yeah I remember that night. Got paid so shitty for that gig too.”
Luna takes one last hit before she puts out her joint, feeling a little foolish for spilling to him like that because now she feels a little awkward. Happy to change the topic. “Fuck really? I don’t know why that surprises me.”
“Mmm yeah…that’s how it used to be...” Mickey didn’t miss those days whatsoever. Struggling so hard to make ends meet, to get his name out there so he could be the headliner. He’s surely come a long way. While she made it look so fuckin easy.
“Hey…” Out of nowhere, Luna’s warmly bracing his forearm, grabbing his attention. Don’t know what’s come over her, maybe it’s the weed but… “Wanna come to my place? I really would love to hang and talk more, y’know, not while I have to work.” She nods back to the party raging inside. Her smile’s downright sinful, genuine. She really wants him to come over and he’s spellbound. “What do you say Mickey?”
“Dude there you are,” Dev greets Mickey bum-rushing him and their group of friends with a pensive brow, “how was your smoke with Luuuunaaaa…”
“She wants me to go back to her place.” The words spill from his trembling lips, cutting Dev’s teasing short with a dropped jaw.
“Whoa, what?!” He runs that back in his head, dragging Mickey away from everyone to talk this out. “She asked you?!”
“Yeah,” Mickey gulps combing his nervous hands back through his fluffy hair, even more beside himself than before. This night has taken a turn.
“To go to her place.” Dev wants to make sure he’s got this right.
He’s sure that’s what he just fuckin said. “Uh huh…” God he’s gotta do something with himself he’s spazzing the fuck out.
“…like tonight.” Mickey snatches Dev’s drink out of his hand and takes it to the head, nodding into the emptying glass. He victoriously claps his hands, trying to refrain from shouting over the party. This is fuckin incredible. “Hooooly shit dude! Not even in your wildest dreams!”
“Oh I know,” Mickey coughs and chokes handing back Dev his glass, retching a bit when he realizes, “dude, why are you drinking a rye and coke good god.”
“And you said yes right?!” Dev neverminds him sitting the glass on a waiter’s empty tray floating by. “Please tell me you didn’t turn Luna down cuz of your insecurities.”
“What?! No—of course I said yes. Can’t believe I said yes but yeah, I told her I would come.” Mickey can’t wrap his mind around anything that’s transpired this evening. Luna…wants…him?! And he’s actually going?! This really can’t be happening. “Tell me this isn’t stupid.”
He begs of Dev smiling ear to ear, but Mickey already knows that this is far from stupid. This is fuckin fate. He didn’t think that this is how this night would pan out. That she of all people would ever want him. Like never ever. She’s literally the moon and all its glory while he’s nothing but a simple man captivated by her light. How could he deserve any more of her attention.
Now he anxiously paces outside her building, afraid to go up because this wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. Not where she’s done all the work as he goofily stands by, blushing and fallin over himself like a fuckin bumbling idiot. All this time, he’s been ripe with envy at her success, drawn to her beauty, infatuated by her everything. And come to find out, she’s just as deeply connected to him, even credited him as her inspiration. Mickey’s far out of his element, losing grip on this reality.
“Hey boo. What you up to?” Up in her apartment, Luna paces the living room on the phone with one of her besties, wondering what’s taking Mickey so long. Was she too forward by inviting him over? “Oh yeah? Thanks, I’m glad you caught the livestream but uh…that’s not why I called.” Biting her pinched lip, smiling, she asks her, “do you remember Mickey? Henry, yeaaaah yeah him. I uh…I actually met him tonight…” Rolling her eyes with a tut she mumbles, “dude shutup. Yeah he’s still fuckin hot as fuck. Mmm well…guess what…I invited him over…”
As her friend squeals and chatters in her ear, Luna laughs out, going to the window to look down at the street below. Maybe he was going to bail, but she still had to let her friend know what happened tonight. She really couldn’t believe that he was there and got to shake his hand, look into his gorgeous blue eyes. Holy shit.
“Yeah boo he was at the club. Ugh if you could have seen my face when someone told me they saw him in VIP. And it was so fuckin hard to play cool but…” Pulling her sheer black curtain back, she looks down at the sidewalk to discover Mickey standing there still acting weird, staring at the door of her building. “Think he’s having a much harder time…” Luna smacks her lips with a shake of her head, laughing down at him to herself as her bestie giggles. Look at him…being such a fuckin spazz... “Girl, it’s the fuckin cutest thing I’ve ever seen…”
Eventually, Mickey gains the balls and buzzes her apartment number with a big huff of breath, mentally coaching himself as he waits for her to let him in. Luna’s tempted to make him sweat a bit more, but she was really tired of waiting on him. So she hangs up on her bestie as she hits the intercom, letting him know her door’s unlocked. As quick as possible, she gives herself a look over in her full length mirror as Mickey urgently climbs the stairs. Both equally flustered about being alone together. Even his knock at her door sounds shy. Hand on the knob, he takes another breath before he enters. Luna comes from her kitchen with two ice cold bottles of beer and a warm smile.
“Was wondering if you would ever make it up.” Luna muses, handing him one with another cute wink that he felt in the tip of his dick.
Mickey flickers a confused brow, shutting the door behind him. She didn’t… “Um…?”
Chuckling at the image of him all small and freaked out from her window, she points and says, “caught you having a moment…”
He nearly chokes and sprays his sip all over the floor but catches himself, wiping his lips with the back of his hand as he gulps. Fuck she did. “You—you saw that?”
Bottle at her lips she nods, “Hmm yeah I did…it was cute…” then she playfully narrows her eyes, “you’re cute Mickey.”
And you’re so fuckin hot, he almost fesses up but he takes a few long pulls from his bottle to curb his embarrassment. Feeling silly under her mocking stare Mickey pans the room and spies her massive collection of vinyl along the wall.
“Wow.” Cocking a curious chin, he beelines for the cubic shelving, impressed by the size of her collection, her high quality Audiotechnic tables that sat amongst all types of music. Soul, Classic Rock, Bossa Nova. Compilations, rare b-sides and beat tapes. Mickey couldn’t be more impressed by her.
“Pick one.” Luna suggests as she takes a seat on her sofa, and he turns to her like how. “Whichever catches your eye first.”
The selections were overwhelming. Cream, The Stylistics, Kaytranada, Coltrane, Hendrix…just to name a few. There was way too much good shit to choose from. Mickey scans over the spines before him—some tattered, some smooth—for a minute until…he smiles all long, pleased to see that she had this one in her arsenal. Sliding it off the shelf, he shoots Luna a perked brow back over his shoulder, giving her a look of the cover from across the room.
“Good choice.” She approves, not entirely surprised by his selection. He seems like the type.
Mickey agrees with a firm chin, pulling the record out of the sleeve. “Can’t believe you have it.” Can’t believe her taste is this immaculate, timeless.
She casually shrugs a shoulder with a wave of her hand. “What? C’mon…that’s a classic…”
He huffs a laugh, spinning the smooth disc between the palms of his hands before he drops it onto the platter. “I must say…you continue to impress me Luna…” Mickey gently takes the tone-arm by his fingertip and ushers it over to the record, carefully dropping the needle where he needs.
“Well…can’t say I’m not flattered. All I’ve ever wanted was to impress you Mickey…” Luna smirks behind her sip. He sputters a little to himself. Impress him?
Jeff Buckley’s guitar sweetly fills the space from the speakers placed strategically about her apartment. Mickey glances around with an astounded grin, noting the quality of the sound that surrounds their heads. She doesn’t play around, and has got a fantastic ear. What else can she do to keep that dopey grin of his on that pretty face. Luna looks real cozy and alluring there on her couch, inviting Mickey to come join her with an enticing grin. Long legs crossed and beer bottle limply dangling for her soft hand. He’s nothing but a flittering moth to her flame burning so bright Mickey could see nothing else. Luna’s everything.
As he crosses the room, he drinks, never taking his smitten gaze off her. “Seems like you’ve been a fan of mine for a while now.” He takes a seat a comfortable distance away from her crossed knees, tempted to caress a suggestive touch over her boney kneecap.
Luna snorts, “And you? Don’t think I’ve seen a man so…shaken by my presence before.” She sits her bottle down on the floor, a smirk twitching at her lips.
He can’t help but laugh, incredibly busted by his telling behavior. “I’ve been…following you for a while, sure.”
“Oh you’re so cool about it huh…a while…” Luna mocks with air quotes.
“Yeah a while…” Rocking his head side to side he decides to come out and be honest, grumbling with a crooked smirk, “resentfully…bitterly…”
Luna gasps loudly, purely shocked that he was jealous of her. “No way! Not you!” Mickey regretfully nods, a little ashamed to admit that to her pretty face. “But…you’re a legend.”
“Legends are dated. Ancient.” He dismisses with a frown; that word leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.
Offended by his rebuttal she sneers, sitting her hand on her chest. “What?! You’re neither!”
“Feels that way though when you’ve been doing it for so long. When there are others who do it much better than you.” Mickey shoots an aghast Luna a pointed glare, stifling back a smile.
Now it’s her turn to be stunned beyond words. He really can’t mean…her? Sure her come up has been consistent, but that doesn’t mean…shit, she hardly places herself upon that pedal-stool. Certainly her confidence didn’t quite match the hype. Her brows pinched, nose scrunched up. He’s serious. She was making him feel…dated? Outmatched? That was never her intentions; Luna only ever wanted to meet him at his level. Never beat him.
“You—you think I’m better than you? Mickey…”
“Yeah I think you’re better than me. What, you don’t think so?” Luna furiously shook her braids, very serious about her answer and he just looks at her like she’s crazy. “Just look at all you’ve accomplished within the past year Luna. I’m in awe of you.”
In awe…wow…Cradling her head in her hand, she hums a lighthearted grin, flickering an intrigued gaze up and down Mickey’s front. Could this night be any weirder? Here she was, thinkin one of her favorite people hasn’t been aware of who she even was, is in fuckin awe of her. God, was this…was this turning her on a bit?
“Y’know…I find this,” she wags a finger between the two of them, “to be oh so very interesting…”
Adjusting in his seat, facing towards her, he squints, “Oh yeah? Why’s that.”
“For many, many reasons. But the biggest? We literally just met, and we already like each other. A lot.” Luna raises her eyebrows, sharpening her grin.
A lot? How could that be when she hardly knows a thing about him? And he’s only stalked her over social media, so what is a lot? Mickey was feeling her, sure, but a lot? He couldn’t admit that to himself let alone aloud. How dare she…
Awkwardly looking away from her inquiring stare, he grumbles softly, “Pffft…you don’t like me. You hardly know me…”
Gah…what was he not getting. What else is she gonna have to do for him to get it. Sit her pussy in the palm of his hands? She’s damn near about to. Tsking quietly to herself she brushes her curly lips with her fingertips, bucking her eyes up.
“Mickey…believe me when I tell you, I like you.” Her fingers abandon her lips as she scoots in, reaching out to comb her nails through his wavy hair. “You’ve always been so hot, so fuckin cool. You may have been just starting to notice me, but I’ve always noticed you. Why I had to meet you…get you alone...”
Time for playing coy is over. Luna’s ready to put it all out in the table. Still, Mickey wouldn’t dare look her in the eyes as she played in his soft hair, but his chest heavily rises and falls under her simple touch. Temperatures rapidly rise with their accelerating hearts. She scoots in another inch trying to draw his timid attention.
“Don’t you get it? We are one and the same…” Her fingers slip behind the curve of his enflamed ear, down to his sharp jaw, forcing him to reconnect with her. “I’m one of your biggest fans, and you mine. God, I would say this is a dream come true but then I would be lying because…never would I have imagined us happening like this…”
Us? They’re an…us? That’s what she wants? Seems so, just look at the way she licks and bites her bottom lip, lining his stubble with the tips of her nails.
Mickey blinks his curly lashes, slowly darting his pretty blue eyes up at her. “How did you imagine us happening then…”
Luna loves how meek he sounds, how innocent he looks. Tutting him up by his dimpled chin, she huffs a little chuckle, tempted to steal a kiss off his pink pouty lips but she’s tired of taking the initiative. If Mickey wanted her, he’d have to come and get her just a little bit. Sighing heavily, scaling his handsome features, she pinches his prickly skin together and confesses,
“Mmm…it’s always the same. You’re up in the booth, headphones over your head bobbing to the beat, and I’m standing before you just dying for your attention. Gaping up at you like you’re some sort of mystical being, staring you down until our eyes finally meet in the crowd. And you smile at me, asking me to come with those insanely gorgeous eyes of yours. I’d be the girl who gets to hang behind the booth and dance all close with you…maybe let me control your tables…” Luna fades away into her reoccurring vivid daydream with a dazed crooked smirk, faintly grazing her prints over his slinky grin.
“You think I’d let you?” Mickey mumbles beneath her nimble fingers, the tip of his tongue barely tasting her hot skin.
“I know you’d let me…” she bites with a slow nod, rising up to her knees, “just look at me…” Luna takes ahold of Mickey’s hands and slips them down her curves as she straddles his lap, “fuckin feel me Mickey…”
His head bobs back into cushion, squeezing his shaky hands into her quivering sides. But he never breaks their deep focus as he explores her body. “Shit…I am…”
“Good…now hear me…” Grappling the back of the couch, Luna drops her perky lips near his ear and seductively whispers, “I’m so fuckin into you, want you so damn bad, and I can tell by your weighted breath, your tender grip that you want me just as bad…”
His broad hands smooth across her back, the cool metal of his rings sends a chill down her spine. Her breath shudders as she nuzzles the side of his warm face, feeling his timid reassuring nod against her cheek. Luna grins and pants an airy sigh, tightening her grip on the rough edge of the couch.
“So…you gonna do something about it? Huh?” She gives him a dainty kiss and he’s the next to tremble. “Gonna show me how bad you want me?”
Securely wrapping his fit arms around her, he mutters in her ear, “yeah I’ll fuckin show you alright,” as he lifts them both off her couch. Luna inhales a sharp gasp, locking her ankles at his lower back.
“You sure?” Luna tugs on a tuff of his hair, drawing his head back to nuzzle her nose along his. His stubble scratching the edge of her lips parted and panting, tip of her tongue tempted to taste his reaching for hers. Aroused by the way Mickey effortlessly carries her to her bedroom she fights grinding her burning crotch against his pelvis. The way he desperately clings at her quivering rib cage, fingertips digging into her hot flesh…oh yeah he’s absolutely positive…
“Yeah…so fuckin sure…” Words so soft and airy flow into her mouth, down her tight throat. Keeping a firm grip in his silky hair and a constant stare into those eyes, Mickey instinctually finds his way to her bed. Together they groan softly behind their saucy grins, huffing enticed sighs, keeping their gasping mouths near. What’s he waiting for…why hasn’t he kissed her yet…the anticipation fans their flame.
The second he lays Luna down onto the mattress, he scrambles to unbutton her jeans, slipping his fat tongue over hers. She hums in pleasure, scratching his scalp with a roll of her bucking hips and thighs as Mickey claws at the denim. Can’t believe they’re entangled like this, devouring each other the first night they met. Breaking away with a tender growl, he leads a trail of wet kisses down her neck, pushing her shirt up over her heaving breast so he can bite and suck her there. Luna breathlessly giggles at the danger in his eyes kicking her pants off. Falling to his knees as her jeans collect on the floor, he pulls her to the edge of the bed by the back of her thighs. Slobbering at the sight of her damp panties, licking and biting at the curve of his bottom lip. Ready to tear through her.
“Oh Luna…gonna fuckin worship you…” Using two curious fingers he pushes her soiled crotch to the side to come face to face with her glistening folds. Mickey easily strokes them with a stunned breath, collecting her warmth on his prints. “Pussy so beautiful all I wanna do is play in her…”
He runs his sticky fingers down his tastebuds with a tantalizing moan, salivating behind how good she tastes. Luna watches him with hooded eyes, fisting the blanket on her bed. And he does it again for her, but slower, trailing his paired fingers up and down her dripping wet slit then dragging them down the middle of his flat tongue.
“Shit, take your time…”
His sinful grin is visibly pointed behind her mound as he shuts his eyes with a nod and a satisfied purr, faintly stroking her pussy once again.
Mickey leans in and whispers, “Mmm then I’ll be here all night…” gently kissing at her clit, chuckling at her broken whimpers, “into the morning…” he huffs swirling the tip of his tongue around her nerves, slipping a finger inside, “maybe even into the afternoon…”
Luna can’t find her breath behind his relentless teasing, trying not to inch away from his torturous mouth with a shaky laugh. Loves how good his tickling tongue makes her feel. Chills scattering all through her body. Mickey lazily pumps her hole as he toys about, enjoying the way her folds and clit throb under his caress.
Her spine curls off the bed, she groans, “Like I said…” grinding into his playful tongue that he keeps taking away. “Oh fuck Mickey…”
Sticking his middle finger back between his puckered lips he loudly sucks her juices off his pruny skin. “Well…I got the time if you…”
Luna cups his suctioned cheek with an enthusiastic nod of her chin, brushing a thumb across his folded lips, then shoves it over his slithering tongue just as his slippery finger enters her. “Oh I got all the time in the world for you…”
Mickey releases her thumb with a noisy pop, affectionately nuzzling his chin into her palm, reaching down for the button of his pants. “Then let me get comfortable…”
He drops his trousers as he dives into her pussy, dipping his tongue into her contracting hole. Luna barks out a gasping moan, fisting her tits as Mickey fists his hard dick, pumping it ever so slightly as she rides his working jaw. She chokes on a gargled moan, her eyes rolling back into her sockets as she drops her rolling hips. Fuck he’s too good with that big ass mouth of his; she can’t believe what she’s seeing staring down at him in total amazement. Sitting right on the edge of the bed Mickey holds her up by her trembling thigh, dull nails piercing her flesh, other hand still pumping his thick dick. Luna’s outlandish wailing sounds over the music coming from the other room, hissing and whining out curses at him feasting on her dripping pussy. Mewling deep inside her convulsing walls, drool oozing down the hairs on his chin he’s having the time of his life down on his knees. Just for her. God…makes his dick ache. Along with her cries of pleasure…the way she moans out his name.
“Oh Mickey,” it drips from her dry lips like warm honey, “eat my fuckin pussy baby…yeah—aww yeah—fuck…just like that yeah…”
A long dark groan from his curly lips vibrates into her fluttering pussy, proud of the way his wiggling tongue lure her juices down his open throat. She sounds just as sweet and erotic as he imagined, tastes just as exceptional, towering over him like the deity she is. Forever fixated. Mickey puckers at her swollen clit, gently sucking and finger fucking her into submission.
“Jesus Christ! Mick—!” Luna chokes on a sharp gasp, shuddering in her feeble embrace. Her lungs shake and she smiles weakly, quietly moaning to herself. Mickey’s dick drips she looks so hot slipping away in his mouth. Her lids so low, out of it with a dizzy grin, she keeps her drunken focus on his elated cloudy eyes. Nearing her climax, she falls into his infatuated gaze with a heavy sigh, the pit of her belly warming her gyrating hips.
“Wait wait pretty girl…” Mickey pries his messy chin from between her sticky thighs, pulling at them until she slips off the bed into his arms. “Gotta feel you…need to feel you…”
Lying back on the floor he guides Luna down on his bouncing dick, fisting her waist as she encases him.
“Fuck Luna,” he groans arching his head back, rocking her hips back and forth, reaching as deep as he can. “Fuck you’re so fuckin perfect…”
Dipping her lower back, planting her flat hands on his chest she starts to ride him, slapping her jiggling ass on his lap. Her braid falling around her shaking head, she gulps and pants, focusing on his throbbing dick sliding in and out her wetness. His big hands so strong along her curves Mickey holds on for dear life, giving her every ounce of control. Toes curl, he can hardly breathe, licking his dry lips up at her fuck the life out of him.
“Goddamn you feel so good inside me Mickey…” Luna wistfully sighs, tossing her braids out the way to smirk at him as she sits up on her knees. Insides so flushed and creamy he can’t help but smile how sloppy it looks between their clapping flesh. Dying to taste their conjoined fluids his tastebuds tingle, saliva collects at the corners of his parted lips. His curious hands roam up to her flouncing tits, clutching them together and she joins him, bracing her hands over his. Mickey firmly pops his hips, eyes rolling back into his head with a rough growl as her pussy death grips his quivering length.
“Feel so fuckin good I don’t wanna leave…” He vows, jerking her up in his lap with a dire moan.
“Then don’t…” she squeezes their hands around her squishy muscle, “don’t want you to…”
Mickey’s core’s so tight, fighting his building load because he didn’t want this feeling to be over yet. “Want me to live inside you pretty girl?”
Luna bites her bottom lips and moans with a needy nod, “Mmhmm!” She can feel her climax building, her nerves electric beneath her skin freckled with goosebumps.
Mickey faintly sighs out, “Aw fuck Luna,” bucking her up into the air again, imprinting his grabby fingers harder into her supple tissue.
The desperate way he calls out to her sends a rigid chill down her curved spine. “God say my name again Mickey…” she demands in a hush, grinding her buzzing clit against the hilt of his dick.
“Oh Luna—Luna fuck!” She’s so snug around him he can’t take it, reaching so far inside her it drives him so damn crazy. The way her rippling walls wave around his sensitive skin he’s on the verge of losing it all. “Oh fuck baby…fuck that’s it pretty girl…I can feel you…”
Folding at her unsteady hips, she grabs ahold of the back of his neck and he latches onto hers, holding her head up to watch her fall apart. “Again Mickey,” she breathlessly begs, overworking her hips up and down his excited dick, “fuck I’m so close again again again…” Her soft pleads fade into faltered whimpers as her nails scratch his hairline.
Of course he complies, murmuring under his breath, “Luna…Luna—fuck—Luna…” She fists the back of his hair with a broken whine, her whole body begins to quake. Mickey chokes, slowly curling his spine, “oh I know pretty girl…I know…”
Coincidentally, their breaths catch and their bodies stiffen as they roar a mighty shout, clinging onto each other as they cum so hard. As if the Universe timed all of this down to a T. Spasming as they lose their grip, their warm fluids intermingle and trickle out of her worn hole. Both feeling so euphoric and free of their torment. Both getting what they’ve wanted. With a gracious grin Mickey rests his shaky hand over her erratic heart and heaves a big enamored sigh. Luna hums a lighthearted giggle, placing a loving hand over his until their fingers fold. Can’t stop passionately gazing into one another. Obsessed with how natural this all feels.
“C’mere…” Mickey fervently purrs tugging her down into his puffy flushed chest. He had to hold her close. If he could magically fuse them into one he would. He wasn’t kidding…he didn’t want to leave. Mickey can’t fathom being without her after tonight.
The needle scratches at the end of the spinning record, sending a subtle static sound through Luna’s apartment. They lie on the floor in each other’s arms, still catching their breath with dreamy smirks, snuggling into clammy skin and itchy carpet. Mickey still can’t believe he’s here with her like this. Listening to her timid breath, reveling in her scent. Luna’s so delicate pressed into his relaxed body. How can he ever let her go? Brushing the corner of her intoxicated grin with a nimble thumb he asks,
“How do you like your eggs? Wanna make you breakfast…”
Tutting with a small smirk, bashfully nuzzling into his faint touch, she teases, “you? Cook me breakfast? Hmm…” imagining him in front of her stove in his boxers and that cute smirk of his, “I’d like that…”
Mickey hums a warm laugh as he kisses her over his petting fingertips. “Whatever you want…”
“Can I watch?” Luna returns the kiss, tasting herself off his salty skin and his plush lips, and it’s absolutely divine. So much in fact they lustfully hum behind their puckered lips that slip into harmonious chuckles.
“Whatever you want pretty girl…” Letting her go with another soft kiss, he pushes himself up off floor. “Gonna go change the record.”
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watches him go butt ass naked back to her shelves, specifically lookin for something that caught his eye earlier but can’t remember where it is amidst her all records. Mickey withdraws the arm back to its home and carefully removes the Jeff Buckley album from the table, sliding it back into its sleeve. As he slips it back into its home, finally he finds what he’s looking for with a snap of his fingers, instantly pulling it down to drop on the turntable. Luna can’t get enough of this. How cute he looks in her space, playing music for her after breaking her off. She could tell he was still smiling from where she sits, eager for whatever record he’s chosen to start. Mickey’s proud of his selection, and knows she will be too.
“You’ll love this.”
Horns come blaring as Mickey comes confidently strutting back to her room, dick swinging between his toned legs. What a sight for sore eyes. Resting her back on the foot of her bed, Luna lets her pretty eyes scan up his muscular frame, biting down on her scandalous smirk. She reaches for his scruffy jaw, drawing him in for a sloppy kiss as she whispers out,
“I already do.”
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carolingarts · 1 year
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I just saw a post about how Henry is the "Original" creator of Bendy when canon says Joey and I think it's a fascinating opportunity to discuss Ub Iwerks and Walt Disney so *Let's Go* and if I get any facts wrong please feel free to add or subtract!
History is full of pairings like Henry and Joey (the closest ones obviously being Henry and William Afton - ha. see I got jokes) but the notion of a collaborative creative process that isn't instantly *seen* is something I find interesting. So much work today is dissected and arguments can be brought to social media extremely easily. It's re-defined the creative process.
Ub Iwerks and Walt Disney were the best of friends who worked on Walt's 'Laugh o' grams' before Mickey Mouse. When Walt wanted to move into shorts production and took Ub with him. The two of them went to work for Universal with Walt asking for Ub to come up with the *image* of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit while coming up with his personality.
So that's Oswald - Walt's ideas and Ub's work (His dreams, my effort) which doesn't mean that Oswald and by proxy Mickey Mouse aren't part of Ub Iwerks's work (in fact it's fucking criminal and if you like Bendy and you don't know who Ub Iwerks is go look him up in Henry Stein's name ok.)
Oswald is really interesting because Universal and Pat Powers tricked Walt into a contract that they owned total and complete rights to Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Pat Powers - Walt's contact with Universal - announced that he had also hired away Walt's animators without them - or him - letting him know.
I remember in reading "Walt Disney: An American Original" a great story about how Walt and Ub came up with Mickey while they were still with Universal and managed to convince animators that were still "loyal" to Walt to draw the Mickey cartoon underneath their Oswald sketches while they waited their contract out. So imagine a bunch of dudes literally grabbing animation work and then hiding it when Universal supervisors came around.
From the Link I posted below:
[MARTIN: When the Laugh-O-Gram Studio eventually went bankrupt, Disney took a train out to Hollywood. But not very much time had passed before he was begging Iwerks to come out too. He couldn't make his cartoons' success without him.
(SOUNDBITE OF MUSIC)
MARTIN: And that was where, in 1928, Ub Iwerks single-handedly animated "Plane Crazy," the first Mickey Mouse cartoon. After a record 700 drawings a day, Iwerks did in two weeks something that would have taken other animators months. ]
(JFC. If we can assume that Joey asked for Henry to do something like that and Henry did it the man is a fucking *machine*)
The rest of the story is - pretty much what we've gathered from Bendy canon unless the Meatly says otherwise. Ub ended up chafing under Walt's leadership, left the studio for 10 years and produced some pretty cool Looney Tunes cartoons even if his own studio folded. He rejoined the studio doing animation, special effects, and themepark design even winning an award for his work on "The Birds" (yes that birds, the Hitchcock Birds.)
Obviously Bendy is a story, but the real life stories about this kind of stuff are three times as interesting IMHO.
This is the most abridged version of the story *ever* and I'm sure I'm getting some facts wrong but I think both Ub and Walt would be the first people to say "we worked on Mickey together" as well as Oswald. A collaborative effort. Most creative efforts that are put in the spotlight are when things are negative and you have to really make the effort to say that it *was* the product of two people.
So it's *really interesting* that people are arguing over these two fictional characters and that Henry deserves just as much credit as Joey *especially* given that people are asking for Ub Iwerks to get more credit relating to Mickey Mouse.
There was a thread I remember reading on twitter (I wish I could find it) where an animator was talking about how in a Mickey Mouse short they were able to use a picture of Walt Disney for a joke for the first time - and how much of a shock it was. That's because Walt and Mickey are *sacrosanct*. You don't fuck with the image of Walt or the image of Mickey Mouse.
Think about it. TWDC has literally lobbied to *rewrite the copyright codes of the United States of America to protect Mickey Mouse*.
I like to say that if Walt had done what he did in the modern era or if social media had existed in the 30s he would have been like one of the big youtubers. He has an *image* that was carefully crafted - and Ub helped him design it! He was the one who said he should go by Walt Disney.
There's another quote in an American Original where Walt's like "I've kind of ceased to be Walt Disney. Walt Disney is someone else." And that's what successful branding *is*. Disney doesn't eat or yell or scare the hell out of his employees - Walt would bring cans of chili to other countries so he'd have something to eat and scare the hell out of his animators. He and Ub just butted heads then got back together and Ub helped us build themepark rides (think that Henry would give Piedmont a run for his money?)
You also have to keep in mind that even if the books *aren't* canon, Sammy was probably there pretty early and writing "The Lighter side of Hell." You can't forget the contributions of our favorite musical composer.
Any good creative project is a team effort and I'd like to think that Henry animated Bendy, Joey sold him, then they brought in Sammy who added more character. After all - Sammy technically (if they books are canon) mentions Alice and that the cartoons "need a girl."
So basically while Joey is twice as much of a bastard for totally breaking all his employees mentally - we have to give creative credit where it's due. Bendy was drawn by Henry, thought up by Joey, given a voice by Sammy (though I'd like to imagine Joey voiced him.) and then put into a world by the rest of the team.
Anyway, if people are going to have this argument I think it's important to draw from history - namely Ub and Walt and how the two *did work together* and apply it to Mickey Mouse and Oswald as well as our favorite Lil' Devil Darlin'. Again, history is full of partnerships like Henry and Joey and if you aren't careful you're going to forget one in favor of the other.
(I mean at least Walt didn't experiment on his employees outside of maybe asking them to ride rides or watch cartoons before everybody else)... As for Bendy tho.
This link above says it best, "Mickey is the Child of 2 Dads."
So's Bendy!
Joey's just the Disneyland dad and shitty parent and Henry's the one who'd probably be making sure Bendy and the crew would be eating and doing their homework before reading them to sleep.
That said, in reading the link, you should also make yourself *aware* of Ub Iwerks because he doesn't get nearly enough credit and Mickey being a team effort I think - in a world where people only bring attention to the negative aspects of creative partnerships - is important for people to know.
Let me close with my favorite Oswald animatic because it includes both Ub and Walt and Oswald and Mickey and it's inspired by Epic Mickey and it's just great.
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Pairing: Natasha “Phoenix” Trace x Pilot!fem!reader x Robert “Bob” Floyd, Pilot!fem!reader x Jake “Hangman” Seresin (they go out once but are friends)
Characters:  Pilot!fem!reader, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Callie "Halo" Bassett, Bringham "Harvard" Lennox, Logan "Yale" Lee, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Neil "Omaha" Vikander, Billy "Fritz" Avalone, Beau "Cyclone" Simpson, Doris (the sweet old lady next door), Henry (Doris’ “friend”), Diane (the nurse)
Warnings: Angst, fluff, happy ending, cursing, flirting, Jake and Javy don’t realize they made innuendos about the gym (no regrets), Javy shouts something he shouldn’t have (still talking about the gym), drinking, drinking and driving (big no no), heartbreak, tears, drama, friends fighting, close call with death, Rooster and Coyote activate their big brother modes
Word Count: 10,553
*Reader’s callsign is Blue
Requested on Ao3: Can you please do another Phoenix/reader/Bob, where Phoenix and Bob like the reader, but the reader is oblivious. Then Hangman is trying to steal the reader from them, hence a lot of tension. But in the end Phoenix and Bob win. Thank you so much :D And they’re scared of being rejected, forgot to add that
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You turn around to pick up your noisy phone off the edge of your bed. You regret putting the sound on. 
Princess Phoenix calling…  Answer □ Decline □ 
You smile, shaking your head at your previous (absurd) thought. “Hey, Natasha. What’s up?” You put her on speaker, setting your phone back on the bed as you look for a shirt in your closet. 
She sighs, “I’ve told you, call me Nat.” 
“I know,” you pout, “but you have such a pretty name.” You imagine a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. 
“I guess I should say thank you then.” 
“I think that would be appreciated,” you joke. 
A faint whisper comes through, you know it’s Bob talking to her. 
“Uh- hang on.” She puts herself on mute. 
“Okay,” you whisper, figuring that neither one of the two are listening, too engrossed in their conversation. 
-
“What is it?” She asks, watching Bob struggle with the buttons of his shirt. 
“Are you-” 
She shakes her head, “no, I’m not going to ask her over the phone.” She steps in front of him, buttoning his shirt for him. “Besides we don’t even know if she likes us and I’m not going to put us through that mess and potential heartbreak. If she likes us then- she- we can-” 
He watches her become flustered and wipes her hands on his pecks, straightening his shirt. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I- uh- I was going to ask if you were going to get dressed soon,” his voice lowers down an octave, he whispers, “you’re still in your towel. It’s been an hour since you took a shower.” 
She removes her hands off him, “oh.” She looks down to see he was right, she’s still in her towel. She nods, gulping, “I’ll start getting ready now.” 
Bob adjusts his pants, zipping up his fly. 
Natasha tries to go to the bathroom when Bob stops her. “You’re still on the phone with her.” 
“Crap!” She runs back to her phone, pressing the unmute button, “are you still there?” 
-
You let out a quick scream, throwing your arm out to catch yourself before you fall over. 
-
Natasha raises a brow, glancing over at Bob who’s picking out a pair of socks for the two of them. 
He turns around at the sound of your scream. 
The two raise a brow, concerned about you. “Are you… okay?” 
You huff, pulling up your jeans, adjusting your pant legs, “yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I was- oh crap- I’m trying to pull on,” you grunt, “my jeans and I forgot we were on the phone.” 
“Oh.” They zone out for a second, imaging you in a more… romantic and sultry scenario. 
You pull up your zipper, sighing in relief. “Yeah, sorry. Uh- why you call?” 
She clears her throat, shaking her head, ridding her mind of any inappropriate thoughts she just had. She stands in front of hers and Bob’s shared closet. “I wanted to see if you wanted Bob and I to pick you up?” She grabs the outfit left hanging the closet, courtesy of Bob. 
“I think Jake’s picking me up.” Natasha bites her tongue with a clenched jaw. She turns around, tossing her clothes on the bed. 
He gestures for her to keep talking. 
“Bagman’s picking you up?” 
You nod, grabbing your purse, “yeah. He doesn’t live too far from here and thought it would save me from gas if we carpooled.” 
“He said he wanted you to save gas? He actually said that?” 
“Yeah… Should I have said no?” You ask, confused by her weird behavior. 
Bob takes the phone out of her grasp, “no, no that’s- that’s nice of him.” 
“Hi, Billy Bob,” you greet him with a smile. 
He chuckles, “hey, pretty girl.” 
“What happened to Natasha?” He turns, glancing over at the half-closed bathroom door, knowing she’s annoyed. 
“She’s- uh- she still has to get ready.” 
“Oh, right.” Your phone dings, “hang on.” You pull your phone away from your ear, checking to see who’s texting you, it’s Jake. 
Toothpick Punk 
“Five-minute warning” 5:24pm Sent. Read. 
“Ah, crap.” You bring your phone back to your ear, “hey, I gotta go. Jake’s almost here.”
“Oh, okay.” 
“Bye, I’ll see you two soon, right?” 
“Yeah, we’ll see you soon pretty girl.” 
-
He sets her phone on the dresser before heading towards the bathroom. He pushes open the door, leaning against the doorway, watching her. 
“Is she on her way to the bar?” Natasha asks, spraying on her perfume (gifted to her by you on her birthday a few months ago). 
Bob shrugs, “I assume so, she said he’s on his way to her place.” 
She grinds her teeth, preventing herself from saying anything bad about Jake. 
The WSO sighs, walking behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “At least we know she’ll get there safely.” 
She scoffs, “she’s gonna be in a car with Bagman. All he’s gonna do is flirt with her on the way there.” 
“Yes, but she won’t know he is.” 
“You can’t think she’s that oblivious to his flirting.” 
He rests his chin on her shoulder, staring at her in the mirror, “she doesn’t seem to notice when we do it.” 
“You mean when I do it.” 
He averts his gaze, finding the sink to be more interesting. “I- I flirt.” 
She raises a brow. 
“I try, at least,” he mumbles. 
She doesn’t say anything. 
“Okay, I want to flirt but I end up saying the opposite of what I think.” 
She reaches up, patting his warm cheek, “it’s okay. It’s cute.” She pecks his cheek, removing his hands from her waist. 
He walks out of the room, searching for his shoes. 
Natasha finishes what she needs to do in the bathroom and walks out as he slips his shoes on. 
“Were you half-dressed the whole time?” 
She chuckles, shaking her head, “you just now noticed? Now you’re wondering how much time we have left, huh?” 
“N- no,” he denies. 
“You’re such a liar.” 
“I’m not.” 
“Really? Tell that to the bulge in your pants.” 
He mutters something under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom. 
-
You lock your front door and jog towards the car, knowing Jake would pull away if you didn’t make it to the car on time. 
You’ll never forget when he did that when he picked you up for everyone’s birthday (except for Bradley, Jake, Natasha, Bob, and Javy because you drove them). 
The door opens. You slip in, closing the door as Jake greets you. 
“Hey, sweetheart.” 
You buckle your seatbelt, “hi!” You glance back over your shoulder, “Hey Javy.” 
He leans forward, resting his chin on the part of the seat near your shoulder, “hey, sweetheart.” 
Jake shakes his head, “no, no. That’s my nickname for her. Find your own.” 
“Find your own,” Javy mimics as he leans back into the seat. 
You cover your mouth to hide your laughter. 
And now you’re on your way to the Hard Deck. 
Jakes fills the silence, “You find that funny, don’t you sweetheart.” 
You snort through your nose, “shut up.” 
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” 
“I think everyone would.” 
“I’d like to see you try.” 
Javy shakes his head and opens the message app on his phone to text Jake. 
Big Bad Coyote 
“You sound like an idiot” 5:32pm Sent. Read. 
Big Bad Coyote typing… 
“She doesn’t” Deleted. “You don’t” Deleted. 
Javy shakes his head knowing none of this will end well when Jake talks to you later. All he can do right now, is hope no one gets hurt… too bad. He knows there’s a high possibility that something’s gonna happen, he prays it won’t affect the relationships that have been made, platonic and not. He smiles, listening to your banter, it took the two a while, but they finally got you to open up and it’s been great. 
-
You don’t wait for either of the men to open the car door for you, much to the blond toothpick lover’s annoyance. 
“How many times have I told you to wait for someone to open the door for you?” 
“And how many times have I replied with a “I’m a big girl who can open a door that clearly gets too impatient to wait on your ass”? Huh?” 
He takes large strides, wanting to get closer to you as fast as he could. His eyebrows rise closer to his hairline in confusion, “that’s the first time you’ve said that.” 
You nod, realizing that this is the case. “Yeah, well, now you know.” 
Another car door slams shut. 
“Don’t you walk away from me.” 
“I can’t hear you,” you say before swinging the front door of the bar open. 
-
“Hurry up.” 
“I can only move so fast,” Javy complains to Jake. 
“Well, then move faster.” 
“I would if you didn’t make me do more than I could handle yesterday. My thighs and ass are sore man.” “You weren’t complaining yesterday.” 
“That’s because I didn’t realize how bad it was gonna be later.” 
Jake rolls his eyes, locking his car. 
“Don’t you walk away from me. My ass is on fire because of you!” Javy shouts the last part as the blond opened the door. 
Half of the customers in the bar turn to see what’s going on. 
Jake turns to Javy with a clenched jaw. 
The latter snickers when he realized what he did, he pushes past his friend. 
-
“Hey, you guys,” you greet Callie, Logan, and Brigham, setting down the drinks you got onto your usual table. 
The three wave back, saying their “hello’s” and return to their game of darts. 
The two finally make it over to you (after passing through a crowd of whistler’s), 
Jake immediately snatches a beer off the table. 
“So, are you two,” you cover your mouth as you snicker, “lovers on the down low?” 
The blond had barely swallowed his first sip as he glares at you. 
You bump your elbow with Javy’s. 
“Yeah, and my name is Theodore K. Mullins and Jake is my lover on the down low.” 
“I didn’t come here early just to hear you two fangirl and quote “New Girl”.” 
You roll your eyes, “whatever.” You interlock your arm with Javy’s, “c’mon.” 
“Now where are you two going?” Jake asks. 
“We’re going to play pool before you get too cocky and steal the cue stick from people.” 
“I don’t do that.” 
“Liar. You do it to Billy Bob all the time.” 
He scoffs, shaking his head trying to deny the truth. 
Javy’s lips tug upwards, he turns, looking over his shoulder to give Jake a confident smirk before turning back to you. “I think I’m the one who should be worried. You forget, I’ve seen you trick people.” 
You shake your head with a quiet scoff, “I don’t trick people. I win bets, those who play against me never ask if I’m good or not, they just assume. So, I win and that seems to shut them right up.” 
He shakes his head, racking up the pool balls. 
You take the cue stick from Jake, who smiles. “Thanks.” 
“Where’s mine?” Javy asks. 
The man closest to you turns with a frown and furrowed brows, “get your own.” 
“Oh, c’mon.” 
-
You don’t notice when another one of your friends (and fellow pilot) enters the bar, watching the three of you (specifically the way Bagman is being all sweet on you). 
-
He pulls out his phone, dialing his best friend’s number. 
-
Natasha and Bob are barely getting into their car when her phone starts buzzing. She holds her phone up to see it’s Rooster calling. 
Bob answers, holding the phone to put him on speaker. 
“Are you guys on your way?” 
“Yeah, I’m pulling out now,” Natasha answers him. 
“You better hurry.” 
“Why?” 
“Bagman is trying to flirt with your girl.” 
Bob lowers his gaze, checking his own phone to distract him from what he hears. 
She clenches her jaw. “Who?” 
“We’re playing that game tonight. Seriously? I already know how you two feel about her, stop denying it.” 
“I’m,” she sighs, “is she flirting back?” 
“Does she flirt back when you do it to her?” 
“No, but-” 
“But nothing! She likes you, she just- she sucks at understanding when someone flirts with her.” She smirks (already knowing the story because you’ve told her), “why do you sound like you know from experience?” 
“… it was different. I did it for you guys.” 
“Sure, you did.” 
“I was trying to figure out what made you two like her so much.” 
“And did you?” 
“Kind of. She’s kicking Javy’s ass at pool right now. Oh,” he groans. 
“What?” 
“I don’t want to say.” 
“Is Bagman staring her ass?” 
“… no?” 
“We’re almost there.” She tells Bob to hang up. 
-
You pull your phone out of your back pocket, curious to see if anyone texted you and to keep you from getting bored. 
Whenever you get closer towards the end of a game with Javy, he takes (what feels like hours) to take his shot. 
You turn on your phone and smile. 
Billy Bob 
We’re on our way there. Save us a game? 6:05pm Sent. Read. 
Pretty Girl 
Always. I expect to see YOU play tonight 6:05pm Sent. Read. 
Billy Bob 
As long as no one takes the cue from me 6:06pm Sent. Read. 
Pretty Girl 
Don’t worry about that *insert winky face here* 6:07pm Sent. Read. 
-
He chuckles, shaking his head, turning off his phone. 
“What was that?” Natasha asks with a playful tone. 
“Nothing.” 
“What’d she say?” 
“She wants me to play a game of pool tonight.” 
“That sounds like it could be fun.” 
“If I don’t get the cue stick taken away.” 
“That won’t happen.” 
He glances over at her with a raised brow, “what did you do?” 
“Wha- me!? I didn’t do anything. I’m just saying, if she wants you to play, she will. She can be very persuasive when she wants to be.” 
-
“I see the new “it” couple has arrived.” 
You perk up at Javy’s words, tilting your head to see past his bicep as Bob and Natasha barely entering the bar. You look up seeing him watching them walk towards you guys and smirk, using this distraction to your advantage, sinking the eight ball into the corner pocket, “ha ha! Suck it, Javy.” 
He turns around and raises his arms up, “woah, woah. I have been nothing but nice.” 
Too into your head about your victory you don’t notice when Natasha shoves her shoulder into Jake’s as she and Bob pass him. 
“You’re such a liar,” Natasha says, resting her hand on your lower back. 
Javy nods, “you’re right.” 
You two share a smile that holds no tension. 
Now this is why you like hanging out with Javy, you two can be as competitive as you want but it’s all in good fun, there’s no real competition. 
You lean into her side ever so slightly. 
She leans down, whispering, “I see you’ve been winning all on your own.” 
“Am I? I didn’t notice.” 
“You’ve got one too many tricks up your sleeve, huh?” 
You shake your head, “I wouldn’t call them tricks.” 
She tilts her head, a hint of amusement twinkles in her expression, “then what would you call them?” 
You turn to Bob, “what would you say I’m doing? Am I tricking people?” 
“I don’t want to pick sides.” 
“You wouldn’t be picking sides.” 
“I’m gonna go get a few more drinks. I’ll be back.” 
You pout. 
“Don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles.” 
“Of course, you’d worry about that, Bagman,” Natasha sneers. 
He raises his arms in a defensive manner, “I’m just saying. Don’t you to lose your pretty looks, sweetheart,” he winks at you. 
“Really, Jake?” You give him a deadpan expression. 
You don’t notice but when you said his name, the gorgeous woman behind you slides her hand along your lower back to rest her hand on your hip as she pushes herself against you, not too much for you to look back though. 
-
Bob returns, setting the drinks and his peanuts down on the table. He turns to find the tension between Natasha and Jake increased in the short time he was gone. 
-
“Let’s play,” Jake says with a smirk. 
“You’re on.” 
You hand Natasha the cue stick you were using before you step out of their way. 
-
Bob comes to your rescue and guides you over to where he’s sitting. 
“Thanks.” 
He smiles, “it was nothing.”
“Have you watched anymore?” 
He shakes his head, “I’m trying.” 
“Where’d you stop at?” 
He scratches the back of his head, “I’m still on season one but- uh- I think it was episode twelve?” 
“Okay, perfect.” You take your phone out of your back pocket and take the stool out of Bob’s grasp, setting it closer to him. “Come closer. We’re watching it now.” 
“How?” 
“I downloaded the first season. When I told you and Natasha about it, I found myself wanting to watch “New Girl” again.” You wrap a napkin around his soda before setting your phone against it. You turn to ask, “you ready?” 
He looks into your eyes, finding himself getting lost in them, the same way he does when he looks at his girlfriend. 
“Bob?” 
He blinks, once, twice, “yeah, yeah. I’m- I’m ready.” 
You smile while pressing play, “good. This one is a funny one.” 
-
Natasha is quick to end the game with Jake, obviously winning. She smirks, walking behind him to hand Javy the cue stick. “How’s it feel to lose to a woman?” 
“I don’t know,” he places a toothpick in mouth, “tell me when you find one.” 
She squints her eyes at him. “Whatever.�� She turns around, looking for her boyfriend only to find the two of you cuddled beside one another. 
The sight warms her heart and makes her forget about the insecurities she and Bob share when they think about asking you out, just the thought of you rejecting them is- it tears them down and puts them in a slump. 
She sets the cue stick on the pool table, stepping towards the two of you when the blond, toothpick punk beats her to you. 
-
Jake leans in, resting his hand on your back. “Can I talk to you?” 
You pause the show, exiting the app so you can turn off your phone. You turn in your seat, your knee nudges his hip, “yeah, sure.” 
“Come with me,” he holds your hand, pulling you away from WSO. 
You quickly turn your head to Bob, “I’ll be back in a minute.” 
He nods, his small smile turns into a pout as you get dragged outside. 
Natasha takes the seat you previously occupied, “what was that about?” 
“I don’t know.” 
“Do either of you know what that was about?” Bradley asks, sitting in front of the two of them, taking a sip of his beer. 
She turns to look at him with a raised brow, “why do you sound like you know something?” 
He stops, slowly lowering his drink from his mouth. He nervously licks his lips once, “uh- why- uh- why would you say that?” 
“You do know something. What is it?” 
“I don’t want to say.” 
“What are you gossiping hens talking about?” Reuben asks. 
“Funny,” Bradley mumbles, looking down at the suddenly interesting table. 
“Rooster, here, was just about to tell us why Bagman dragged Blue out of here?” 
“You don’t think it has anything to do with their date, do you?” 
The couple don’t move for a few seconds. 
“Their what?” she asks. 
“I feel like I shouldn’t have said anything,” Reuben says, noticing the looks on their faces. 
“You think?” Bradley adds. 
“They went on a date?” Bob asks with a sad tone and a frown. 
-
“What did you want to talk about?” You ask him, staring at the ocean before glancing over at him. 
He sighs, you can see the way his shoulders sag. 
“Are you okay?” You place your hand on his bicep. 
Jake stares at you and leans in. 
Your heartbeat speeds up, you start panicking internally. You shove his shoulders. 
He jumps, taking a step back, not at all expecting this to be your reaction. “What just happened?” 
You open your mouth to respond but find yourself tongue tied. 
“I thought last night went well. Did you not-” 
“I’m sorry!” Your eyes widen, you cover your mouth to prevent yourself from shouting out another response. 
“I feel like I should be the one apologizing.” 
“No, no you were- it was- God, why is this so hard? I mean I had fun. I did have a nice time, it was… different.” 
“But?” 
“It doesn’t feel right.” 
“What doesn’t feel right?” 
You cover your face, let out a quiet whine, “I don’t know.” 
He won’t admit it (out loud) but, he doesn’t like the sight of you crying or losing your mind- whatever is going on with you, he doesn’t like it, end of story. Jakes takes a step forward, carefully reaching for you, bringing your hands down away from your face. He offers you a small anxious smile, “hey there.” He cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone. 
You look into his eyes; this really doesn’t feel right. You take a deep breath. 
He leans down, closing his eyes, moving his head closer to you. 
You softly call out his name- his real name, not his call sign or the nickname’s you have for him; you’ve done this before but your tone this time isn’t something he ever wants to hear again. 
He opens eyes, he knows what you’re going to tell him. He shakes his head, “don’t say it- just- don’t say it, sweetheart. I,” he sighs. 
You blink faster than you normally due, trying to prevent the tears pooling in your waterline from falling. You take a deep breath. 
In. 
Out. 
In. 
Out. 
“That’s it, pretty girl. Keep breathing like that, okay?” 
You shake your head when you think of them, you don’t like that he called you by this nickname. 
He rests his forehead on yours, closing his eyes. “Please,” he begs. 
“I can’t- I can’t do this to you. It’s not fair. I shouldn’t string you along and give you hope that I like you and want to keep going out with you. It’s not right. I would rather I hurt you with the truth than kiss you with a lie.” 
You feel horrible. You close your eyes, tears trickle down your cheeks, landing on his thumbs. 
Even though you’re hurting him, he’s still willing to help you and wipes away your tears. 
You reluctantly open your eyes and sniff your nose twice. 
He’s crying too. 
You reach up to remove his hands from your cheeks. “I can’t be with someone I don’t have feelings for, and I am not going to try and force myself into liking you. You shouldn’t have to be miserable in a loveless relationship.” You wipe his cheeks. 
His eyes open wide, “it wouldn’t be loveless.” 
You nod, resting your hand on his cheek, “it would be because I don’t love you and I don’t have feelings for you in a romantic way.” 
There’s a fire in his eyes, he shoves your arm away from him as if your touch burned him; he angrily takes a step back. “Then why did you go out with me last night? Huh!” He runs a hand through his hair, “I mean, why did you- why would you go out with me when you know you feel nothing for me?” 
Your lips quiver, you see more than one Jake. “I don’t know,” you cry out. “I don’t know, and I hate myself for it! I know I said I didn’t want to hurt you, but it looks like I did anyway!” You take a deep breath, sucking in as much air as you could with a snot filled nose, “I didn’t think.” 
“That’s all you can say?! You didn’t think?” 
“Stop yelling at me.” 
“NO! You used me!” 
“What? I didn’t-” 
“Did you just go out with me so you wouldn’t be alone?” 
“Why are you putting words in my mouth?” 
“Why aren’t you being honest with me?!” 
“Because I don’t know what’s wrong with me! I don’t know why I say the wrong things and I don’t know why I agreed to go out with you. I don’t even know why you like me.” You stand still, realizing why you went out with him. 
He huffs, turning away from you so he can walk in the direction of his car. He stops when you continue. 
You snap your eyes shut, “I went out with you because I care about you, as a friend. I wanted to see you happy because you deserve to be happy, Jake. I know lying underneath that hard exterior you have, you’re a good guy and anyone would be lucky to see that. I just- I- I never realized that you were flirting with me every chance you got, and I never put two and two together on the fact that you like me. I never never wanted to hurt you.” 
He nods, staring back at you with a clenched jaw, “yeah, well? Consider this an end to a friendship. I hope you’re happy and find someone just as selfish as you.” 
Your mouth drops open. There’s nothing you can do except blink, staring mindlessly at the ground. 
The back door opens, your quick to wipe your cheeks and step around to the other side, opposite of where Jake went. 
You cover your mouth when your backs hit the wall. You pull your phone out of your pocket and slide down, taking deep breathes to hide the fact that you’re crying. Your body bounces when you sit, crossing your legs, feeling the need to curl up. 
‘Someone just as selfish as you. Selfish as you. Selfish as you.’ 
‘Am I really?’ 
-
Bradley steps away from the, now, depressed couple. He sighs, this isn’t how he wanted anyone to spend their night. He catches something moving in the corner of his eyes, he turns his head finding Jake speed into the bar, the door slamming behind him. 
He moves to the bar, a few women that had been ogling him earlier immediately flock to him. He doesn’t push them off and wraps his arms around the two but, there’s something missing. 
Where the hell- 
“I gotta go,” Bradley says, setting down his drink. He briskly walks outside, searching for you. He looks to the side, holding onto the wall as he searches for you in the dark. 
The hard sniffles tell him he might be in the right area. 
He steps past the corner, squatting beside you. His lips thin, he sighs, reaching for you. 
You let out a quiet scream, smacking his shoulder. 
He falls and your quick to spit out your apologies. 
“Oh, man. I’m sorry, Bradley.” 
He pushes himself up with a chuckle, wiping his shoulders, he sits beside you. 
You scoot closer, resting your head on his shoulder. 
“You wanna go home?” 
You nod, “but, I don’t have my keys.” 
“Never fear, Bradley is here.” 
You let out a quiet snort. 
He pushes himself off the ground and reaches for you. 
You stare up at him with your bloodshot eyes and tilt your head, as if to say, “I can’t go back in there”. 
He nods, holding his hand closer to you, “I’ll get your purse,” he rummages through his pocket, “you can sit in my car.” 
“How many have you had?” 
“I didn’t finish my first drink if that’s what you’re asking.” 
“Are you sure?” 
“Yeah, we’ll be fine.” 
You grip his hand tight as he hauls you up. You two walk to his car, he opens the door, closing it once you settle in the front seat. 
He puts his keys in the ignition, rolling the windows down before he jogs back to the bar in search of your purse. 
-
He’s quick to pass Jake, who’s still entertaining a couple of women plus their friends. 
Natasha and Bob are playing darts beside Callie, Logan, and Brigham looking like they’re all having fun. He walks by the table and grabs your purse when 
Javy steps in front of him. “You taking her home?” 
Bradley nods, “yeah.” 
“Keep her safe, yeah?” 
“Of course.” 
“I’m putting a lot of trust into you right now-” 
“Wha-” 
“She thinks of you like a brother, and I know you’re a good guy. I do. But I also know you and Jake haven’t had a good friendship ever. I’m sure you know, this is gonna be when people choose who they want to stay with, I need you to stay with her. I can’t because he’ll feel like everyone is against him and we need his head in the game.” 
“What about Blue?” 
“If she has her brother by her side, I know she’ll be able to get through this.” Bradley nods. 
Javy steps to the side, giving him room to pass by. 
-
He closes the car door and hands you your purse. 
You take it, setting it on the ground as you sniffle. 
He turns on the radio, putting it on a low volume knowing you need something to help distract you. 
-
He parks the car in your designated parking spot. 
The radios off and your quiet sniffles are the only thing he can hear other than the crickets chirping in the night. “Are you gonna be okay?” 
“No.” 
“… I meant if you were left alone.” 
“Still no but, I’ll manage.” 
“You don’t need to do this.” 
“Do what?” 
“Shut people out.” 
“It’d be safer if I did.” You open the door and hop out, leaning in, “thank you for driving me home.” The door slams shut. You turn, walking towards your building. 
“Hey, wait- oh god- I’m fine. I’m fine.” 
The car beeps, letting the two of you know it’s locked. 
“You need some place to crash, right?” 
He matches your pace, bumping his arm against yours, “yeah. You know anybody I could ask?” He jokes. 
“I know this nice group of older ladies, who meet up for book club every Thursday, and I know for a fact that Doris would take you for a ride.” 
-
You open your purse, pulling out your keys. “Speaking of,” you mutter, hearing the familiar creek of her door opening. “Hi, Doris.” 
“Hello, dear. Who’s your scrumptious friend?” 
“He’d break too easily for you.” 
“At least, he would have fun. Are you alright?” 
You turn to her, offering the weakest smile you can make, “I’m fine. Isn’t it past your bedtime?” 
“It’s never too late to have fun.” 
An older man exits her room, bidding her a goodnight with a peck on the cheek. 
“Goodnight, Henry.” 
“Goodnight indeed.” 
“You two get some sleep. And you,” Doris points to Bradley, who freezes, “you take care of her. She’s well liked here. If anyone of us hear that you or someone else hurt her-” 
“Goodnight, Doris!” You quickly walk into your dark apartment. You reach for the light switch on the wall, squinting when the lights turn on. 
-
Doris pulls Bradley down, holding onto his forearm, “you’ve got nice arms, young man.” 
“Uh- thank you?” 
“Never mind that. You watch out for her, alright? She’s a sweet girl who needs someone to take care of her.” 
“We’re not-” 
“I know. I know. You are the one she calls her brother. I need you to take care of her.” 
He nods, “I will ma’am, I promise.” 
She scoffs, “ma’am, so polite but makes me sound old. Anyway,” she pats his arms. “You go in there and lock the door, alright.” 
“Yes…” 
“Say it.” 
“Yes, ma’am.” 
Doris releases her grip on Bradley and walks into her own apartment, not before she gives him a hard look, so he knows she means business. 
-
He closes the door and locks it, stepping into the living room. “She’s uh- she’s something.” 
“Yeah, I know.” You walk down the short hallway, grabbing a shirt and sweatpants. You hold the items for him to take, “here.” 
He glances back and forth at you and the clothes. “Take the clothes and go to sleep.” 
“I’m not leaving you alone. No more tears are gonna be shed tonight, alright?” 
You purse your lips at him and sniff, “fine.” 
“Good… I know I just said I don’t want you to be alone, but I’ve got to wash off whatever I sat in when I found you.” 
You roll your eyes and smile, “you know where everything is. I’ll grab your clothes and do laundry after.” 
“You’re the best,” he pecks the top of your head and runs to the bathroom. 
‘Selfish.’ 
You gulp, turning to look at the TV. “Maybe I can find something stupid to watch.” You grab the remote and search through your numerous streaming devices. You stop browsing, “this could work.” 
-
“I don’t know where to put these.” 
You nearly jump out of your skin, “Jesus- fucking- Rooster! You asshole.” You snatch the clothes from him, “your ass is grass.” 
“My ass is what?” 
“I’m gonna shower, I’ll be back.” 
“If I’m asleep by the time you come back, don’t be surprised.” 
“I am not gonna take that long.” 
“Okay, our stuff is in the washing machine so, now we can watch a movie.” 
“What you find?” He asks, stuffing his face with popcorn. 
You raise a brow, “glad to see you helped yourself.” 
“Me too. What’d you pick?” 
“Footloose.” 
“The new one or the old one?” 
“The old one obviously. Why would I choose the new one? It sucks.” 
“I beg to differ.” 
“We can agree to disagree. Plus, you got good ol’ Kevin Bacon and his magical gymnastics scene.” 
“Yeah, he looks good there.” 
You stare at him from the corner of your eye before turning your head in his direction, “I didn’t comment on his looks.” 
He briefly pauses mid-bite, “it was implied.” 
“Okay… I can’t believe you find him hot.” You giggle as he tosses a handful of popcorn at you. 
Once he stops, you start eating whatever landed on your shirt. 
“You better clean this up.” 
“I am. I am.” 
His phone lights up, a text notification, you can’t see who it is and honestly, you don’t want to think about it right now. 
You didn’t even bring your phone out with you. 
-
Javy drags Jake out of his friend’s car. “You couldn’t have eased up on the drinks?” 
The blond shakes his head. 
Javy’s lucky he was able to get Jake in bed before he fell asleep. The man sighs, shaking his head as walks into his room, settling in his bed. He pulls his phone off the nightstand, opening your chat. He knows you won’t want to hear this but it’s all he can do right now. 
Big Bad Coyote 
“I’m sorry for what he did tonight.” 10:49pm Sent. Read. 
“I’m here for you, if you want to complain about Jake.” Deleted. 
He sets his phone on the nightstand and rubs his hand over his face. “I hate this.” 
-
Jake isn’t as tired as Javy thought and struggles to pull his phone out of his pocket. 
He dials your number. “Hey, it’s- it’s Jake. I didn’t mean it… any of it. I am sorry. I am an idiot and I- oh god.” 
He drops his phone and runs into the bathroom. 
The remainder of the message contains him groaning and asking if he’s dying. 
-
The next few days were okay. 
You were lucky (not really) that you were able to ignore those you’re close to, at Top Gun and on your phone. 
You thanked God every day that Rooster stuck by your side (even though you’re sure he’s been telling the others what’s going on). 
Today was a rare day when Maverick wanted to do a little one on one even though you’ll be up in the sky with a few of the others. 
It seems as though he’s in a great mode and that means you’re his first victim. 
It wasn’t bad, everything was actually going pretty well. 
You were flying around, practicing a couple of moves you could never quite right. You felt good, better than before. You felt like you were doing pretty good, you’re actually smiling and joking around with Fanboy, Omaha, and Fritz. 
Once you successfully completed those moves, Maverick moved onto Fanboy. 
You were feeling cocky and thought you could do it again, both engines blow out. You’re doing everything you can to prevent yourself from crashing but, it’s kind of hard when you have people screaming. 
“Eject! Eject Blue!” Maverick shouts. “You can’t save it.” 
Dammit! You know he’s right. 
“Pull it!” The others scream. 
You reach up, “I’m…trying!” Your radio starts cutting in an out. 
“Pull the ejection handle!” 
“I’m… try- stop… me… won’t… scared.” You’re praying for a miracle. 
You yank one last time with all that you’ve got: the fear of dying, the adrenaline that’s keeping you going, the anger of you ignoring everyone, the sadness of never seeing anyone again. You don’t open your eyes… you hope you’re still breathing when you touch the ground. 
-
Pete has to stop Bradley from doing something stupid. 
“I can’t leave her out there alone.” He shoves his shoulders, “you’ve got to let me go.” 
The older man shakes his head, “I can’t do that.” 
“You need to move before I do something we’ll both regret.” Pete can see the tears welling up in the young man’s waterline. He sighs, “we’ve already got someone going out there to find her. She needs you here, not running off into danger.” 
Bradley grips Pete’s flight suit tightly between his shaking, clenched fists. 
The man pulls him into a hug. The older man glances over his shoulder, finding Cyclone standing there. 
The two nod at one another. 
Pete pats Bradley’s back, “let’s go see her.” 
-
The pilot with the nostalgic mustache enters first, wanting to see you before anyone- other than Cyclone- wait Cyclone?! 
“Sir?” Bradley whispers. 
The Admiral doesn’t move and continues to sit by your side. 
“I’ll talk to you later,” he pats your forearm and pushes himself out of his seat. He leans forward to kiss the top of your head. 
“Bye, dad.” 
Cyclone stops in front of Bradley, “I expect you to take care of her and watch her back, you hear?” 
“Please go,” you whine. 
“I need to know my daughter is safe up in the air. I can’t get to you but we both know the risks that come with the job.” 
“The risks that come with the job,” you say at the same time. 
He nods, “exactly.” 
And he’s gone. 
“That’s your dad? Why didn’t you ever tell me?” 
You give him a deadpan expression. 
He glances over at the table beside your bed. 
“I didn’t want anyone to judge me based on who my dad is,” you mutter, picking at the blanket. 
-
Javy and Natasha run towards the nurse’s station. 
The head nurse, Diane, glances up from her clipboard with a raised brow. 
“Where’s Blue?” 
“You two know I can’t do that. It’s against regulation.” 
Natasha slams her hand on the desk, “screw regulation! Tell us where she is… please?” 
Diane sighs, “I know you two want to know where she is and how she’s doing but, I can’t do that.” 
Javy gulps, “can you- can you at least tell us if she-” 
“She didn’t sustain any life-threatening injuries.” 
The two let sighs of relief. 
“Can she have any visitors?” 
“What did I just tell you?” 
“Hey, hey,” Bradley interrupts. “It’s okay. I’ll take it from here.” 
Diane narrows her eyes at him, “I told you five minutes.” 
“Yeah, but you can’t resist me, admit it.” 
“You three have until four, that’s when I switch shifts.” 
The three say their thanks and briskly walk to your room. 
-
The door opens, you expect to find Bradley with your water but, it’s Jake. 
He awkwardly stands in front of the door after closing it. He reminds you of a little kid getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar. 
“I think you’re in the wrong room.” 
He shakes his head, “no.” 
“Well- you can see I’m clearly fine now you can turn around and pretend you never saw me, okay?” 
“I can’t do that.” 
“It’s worked well for everyone else.” 
“That’s because you pulled away and stopped talking to all of us.” 
“So, I wouldn’t hurt you or anyone else.” 
“And you thought pulling away was better?” 
You lift your up, covering your eyes like you would if you were protecting your eyes from the sun. “I can’t do this right now.” 
“No, you don’t get to do that now-” 
“I know!” Your hand flies off your face. The tears stream down your cheeks. “I know! I fucked up but it was better that I be honest with you now than break your heart more later.” 
He nods, “you’re right.” 
You sniff, “I am?” 
“Yeah.” 
He moves to sit in the chair closest to the bed, “I’ll admit I didn’t react in the most… respectful way.” 
You open your mouth to respond, he holds his hand up to stop you. 
“Just- let me say what I need to say, okay?” 
You nod. 
“I was hurt, it really hit me deep with what you said. I didn’t think it was going to end that way but, I’m glad it did.” 
“What?” 
He shushes you. “You were right. I just- I don’t know how but I got confused.” 
“Confused about what?” 
“I- honestly, I don’t know but, I had some time to think about it and you were right. It was better for you to be honest with me and not lead me on and make me think we have something special when we really don’t.” 
“Oh.” 
“I also said some… things that weren’t entirely directed at you but more so myself.” 
“How- what?” 
“I said you were selfish but that isn’t true. You told me the cold honest truth and I got pissed… I was- I was scared.” 
“Scared of what?” 
“Losing you.” 
“How would you lose me?” 
“To those two lovesick idiots.” 
“Who?” 
“Don’t tell me you don’t know that Baby on Board and Princess Phoenix are in love with you.” 
You shake your head with furrowed brows, “n- no they’re not.” 
He nods, smirking, “oh, believe me, they are.” He takes note of you expression, “you don’t know.” 
“I never- I didn’t. Oh my god. Oh my god.” 
“If it would make you feel better, I could say I wasn’t being serious.” 
You smack him, “no that wouldn’t help.” 
He deflects your hand. “Don’t hit the face.” 
You slump back, “I can’t believe it.” 
The door opens. 
You two look to find Bradley, Javy, and Natasha entering the room.
They rush towards you; the latter grabs your hands. She stares at you with wide eyes as she pets your head, pulling you closer to hug you. 
One of the guys lets out an ‘oof’. 
You peek over her bicep to see Bob adjusting his glasses. He turns to you and looks relieved. 
Jake grabs Bradley and Javy’s necks, forcing them out the door. “We’ll leave you three alone.” 
Natasha pulls back, not letting go of your hands. 
“Are you- are you okay?” Bob asks, sitting in the chair Jake sat in before. 
“I’m… fine.” 
“Fine isn’t good. Are you in pain? Do I need to get the nurse?” 
You glance over at Bob, pleading him for help with your eyes. 
He nods, pushing himself out of the chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He gets her to sit down, moving the bring his chair closer to her. “Breathe.” 
“I am breathing,” she says with a clenched jaw. 
“If you two want to leave I’d understand.” 
Natasha turns to you, an upset expression now present on her face, “and why would we want to leave?” 
“So, you two wouldn’t have to sit here feeling uncomfortable.” 
“Why would we be uncomfortable?” 
“I don’t know,” you whisper, closing your eyes to prevent the tears from falling. 
“No, tell me what you mean?” 
“I don’t know.” 
“I don’t know isn’t good enough. Why did you stop talking to us? To everyone?” 
“Nat,” Bob pleads quietly, latching onto her wrist. 
She shrugs him off, “no, I need to know. We deserve an answer.” 
You clench the blanket between your shaking fists, sucking in as much air as your body would let you. You exhale a cry before fully sobbing, you struggle to breath which leads to you hyperventilating. 
Bob is quick to push himself out of the chair, moving beside her so he can pull you into him, resting your head on his chest. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, petting your hair. He looks back at his girlfriend who looks at you with a sense of worry and guilt, when he catches her gaze, he gestures for her to move around your other side. 
She crawls in behind you, pulling one hand into hers, squeezing your hand every so often. 
Your cries seem to have dwindled, now you realize your smushed between the two. You don’t know what to do. 
“Scoot over,” Bob lightly orders, unwrapping his from you. 
You pull back with your head down, you don’t want to look either of them in the eye. Natasha moves, resting her head on your shoulder. You bring your knees up, giving the two room to stretch out a little better. Bob settles on the other side of you, he hesitantly places his hand on your thigh. You rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. 
“You shouldn’t be sorry. I am I-” 
You cut her off, “I don’t mean about now. I’m,” you sigh. “I’m sorry for what’s been going on between me and everyone.” 
“It’s okay," Bob adds. 
“You shouldn’t try to diffuse the situation just because.” 
“It’s not just because,” he argues. “Yeah, it sucked with you not talking to a lot of us but what was worse was the fact that we didn’t know you had gotten into an accident. Maverick’s been working us in all these different directions and we- we were really scared about you, okay?” 
“Okay,” you nod. 
“What made you stop talking to us?” Natasha whispers. 
“Jake said somethings and I thought they might be true.” 
“You listened to Bagman?” 
“Nat,” he starts to say. 
“I’m sorry but, if we’re gonna be listening to stupid people then we shouldn’t be up in the air.” 
You chuckle through your nose, “that’s a thought.” 
“Whatever he said isn’t important and not true at all, right?” Bob directs his gaze to Natasha. 
“Yeah, you shouldn’t listen to him anyway.” 
“He did bring something else up that made me realize something.” 
“If it’s something bad about you-” 
“Nothing like that,” you shake your head, squeezing her hand. “Promise.” 
She nods. 
“He said there were a couple of people here who are… in love with me?” 
They pause their movements, suddenly scared of how this conversation will end. “And… then… I- uh- I realized I- I feel the same way.” 
“You do?” Bob questions, wanting to make sure he and Natasha are understanding you correctly. 
“I really do, I just- I never realized it before… even though it was pretty obvious.” 
“I take it back; you can listen to Bagman on a rare occasion.” 
You hide your face in his arm to hide your laughter. 
“Does this mean after you get discharged, we can take you out on a date?” asks Bob. 
“If that’s what you two want to do.” 
She pushes herself off you, cupping your chin between her thumb and first two fingers, “when you’re given the okay, we’re going on the best date you’ve ever been on. One that tops whatever you think your best date was and then we’re going to ask if you’ll be our pretty girl, okay?” She nods with a certain dominant way. 
You immediately nod, staring at her with a slight dazed expression, “yes, ma’am.” 
She leans into closer, studying you before she pecks your lips twice, settling beside you once again. 
You pout, “that wasn’t fair.” 
“Don’t be greedy.” 
You turn to Bob and offer him your most pathetic pitiful expressions. “She’s mean.” 
“You stayed away from us and didn’t let us see your pretty face.” 
Your jaw drops. 
“Let’s watch something before nurse buzzkill comes back and tells us to leave,” says Natasha. 
You reach over him and grab your phone, opening Netflix so you can continue watch New Girl. 
“Did we already watch this?” 
You and he shush her. “Can’t we watch a different episode?” You two shush her again. 
-
The nurse opens the door, prepared to tell the two it’s time to pack it up and stop whatever it is your doing but, she can’t. 
She rolls her eyes, “kids.” 
The door clicks shut, and a tired, groggy Bob sets your phone on the table. 
-
You’re being discharged today, and everyone was practically fighting on who would take you home. You don’t need a babysitter or someone watching over you but that doesn’t stop them from trying. 
Pete called for the others and of course, they were reluctant to go, the only one that wasn’t called in was Jake. 
Beau enters the room, watching as Jake worries over you and you pushing him away. “Let me,” he steps in, helping you out of bed. 
“I can help her from her, sir,” Jake assures your father. 
“I hear you but, I’d rather help my daughter as much as I can right now.” 
The blond’s brows furrow, “daughter? Where?” He turns to you. 
You give him a sheepish grin and a small shrug. 
He shakes his head, “no.” 
“Yes.” 
“No.” 
“… yes.” 
“Seriously?” 
“I’m afraid so.” 
“Afraid so?” Beau chimes in. 
“You’re no prize. Everyone here is afraid of you, not counting Maverick.” 
“That’s because he’s stupid.” 
“Or he has a lot of balls.” 
“You know what I mean.” 
“Do I though?” 
You push his hands away from you, “I can walk on my own.” 
“You’re related?” 
“Is he still on that?” Beau asks you. 
You nod, “he probably won’t shut up about it.” 
“I don’t know if I should be concerned with my decision on bringing him here.” 
“You definitely should be,” you joke. 
“Let me take you home.” 
“You have to work.” 
“I can take the afternoon off.” 
“We both know that won’t happen. I love you dad but, you can’t leave. We can have dinner or something.” 
He sighs, “fine but if he,” he points to a flabbergasted Jake, “tries anything you let me know.” 
“He won’t but thank you.” 
He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you tight. He leans down, whispering in your ear, “I expect to meet the other two when we have dinner.” 
You pull back, “who?” 
He raises a brow, “the two that were asleep in your bed.” 
You feel hot all of a sudden. “Who- who- there was- uh- no one there- with- with me.” 
“I just want to meet them, that’s it.” 
“That’s it?” 
-
“That’s your dad?” 
You whirl around, poking him with your index finger, “would you shut up.” 
“When have you ever known me to shut up?” 
You groan. 
“We’re gonna be having a party at your place tonight.” 
“My place? A party- woah- what?” “Don’t say anything just be there, okay?” 
You pout, “do I have to?” 
“Yeah, you have to.” 
“But do I really?” 
“Your lovers will be there.” 
Your cheeks feel hot, “don’t say lovers.” 
He smirks and whispers, “lovers.” 
You squint at him. 
He can tell there’s something off with you and takes off running. 
“Get back here!” You chase after him. 
“No!” He shouts over his shoulder, “you’ll try and hit me. I can’t have you ruining the money maker.” 
“But that’s exactly why I need you to stop.” 
-
“Hey there, Mrs. D.” 
You sigh, “please don’t make chit chat with my neighbors.” 
“What can I say? The ladies love me,” Jake throws a wink in Doris’ direction. 
“He’s right, dear. He’s got the moves, let him use them, even if it’s on an old lady.” 
“You are anything but old, Doris Day.” 
She chuckles, “you two have fun with your small party.” 
“Thank you, Doris. You have a good rest of you day.” 
“You know I will, good looking.” 
You close your door and spin around, surprised to see everyone casually sitting or cooking in your kitchen. 
“She’s here,” Javy announces. “Hey, how are you?” 
You shake your head, “don’t give me that sympathetic tone. I’m fine. I’m good. We’re here to hangout not have a pity party.” 
Javy raises his hands, “fine, fine. No more sympathy.” He glances over at a cocky looking Jake. “Why’s he so smug?” 
“Doris-” 
“I love her.” 
“Everyone does. Anyway, Doris fed into his ego and now he’s lost his mind.” 
He nods, “ah.” 
“Yep.”
Natasha and Bob move towards Javy, offering small smiles. 
Your lips stretch into a wide smile, “hey you two.” 
Bradley groans. 
“What?” You ask. 
“You three are gonna be all sweet and lovey dovey and ugh.” 
Natasha smirks, shoving Jake to the side, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You jealous?” 
He grumbles with his head down as he walks away. 
Jake snickers as he follows after him. 
Javy shakes his head, “I’m happy you’re okay.” 
You wave him off, “yeah, yeah. Me too, Javy.” 
He smiles, turning his head when he hears groaning. Javy sighs, watching as Jake holds his stomach and Bradley stands there smiling like a little kid eating a piece of candy. 
“Should we help him?” Bob asks you two. 
Natasha shakes her head, “no.” She applies to slightest amount of pressure to your waist, guiding you towards the couch, “let’s sit.” 
“I’m not a dog,” you complain. 
“I didn’t give you a command,” she leans in closer, whispering, “unless you want me to.” 
You hum, “looks like someone’s caught Jake’s cocky bug.” 
“I take offense to that.” 
Natasha sits on your right, Bob on your left. 
“What exactly are we doing here?” You ask. 
Mickey and Reuben make themselves comfortable on the floor beside your legs. “Movie night,” the former answers with a mouth full of pasta. 
The latter smacks his shoulder, “dude, don’t talk with your mouth full.” 
“She asked.” 
“Chew your food before you talk.” 
“Maybe I don’t want to chew my food before I-” Mickey takes a deep breath, choking on the small amount of food left in his mouth. 
His floor buddy slaps his back trying to help him. 
You reach forward and raise his arms. 
Once he catches his breath and takes a sip of water. “I’m just gonna sit here and not talk,” Mickey says with a raspy voice. 
“Here you go,” Bradley holds out a bowl of pasta in front of you, slightly leaning on the couch. 
You throw your head back, giving him a wide smile before you start inhaling eating your pasta. 
Javy hands Bob and Natasha their bowls before settling down on one of the chairs near the TV. 
Bradley and Jake fight over the other open chair. 
You snort, watching the two act like children. 
“Are you two ever going to stop,” Natasha waves her hand at the two, “whatever that is?” 
“I will when Chicken gives me the seat.” 
“Like hell I will.” 
“Leave them be. They’ll tire themselves out sooner or later,” you tell her. “Oh hey, where are the others?” You ask out loud. 
“Halo went to go visit her family,” Reuben answers. 
“Fritz and Omaha went out on a double date.” 
“Double date? Good for them. What about the other two?” 
“Harvard has a bad headache and stayed home, and Yale wanted to go grocery shopping, said this was the best and only time he could go.” 
Javy shushes you two, “the movies starting.” 
You and Natasha groan. “Why are we watching this crap?” You ask.
“The new footloose is amazing. Do not tarnish its good name,” Bradley says, sitting beside Jake’s legs. “Oh, and Bob picked it.” 
“Are you for real?” He nods, taking a bite of his pasta. 
You turn to Bob, peck his cheek, and say, “you made an excellent choice, Billy Bob.” 
“What if I said I chose it?” Jake chimes in. 
“I’d beat you with your bowl.” 
“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think?” 
“Nope,” you rest your head against Bob’s shoulder. 
“It’s starting.” 
Numerous complaints echo around the room, all telling Mickey to shut up. 
-
Everyone’s fallen asleep or fighting the urge to close their eyes. 
You manage to escape Bob and Natasha’s hold so you can get blankets for everyone. 
Javy and Reuben immediately cuddle into their blankets. 
Mickey smacks his floor buddy when to steal his blanket. 
You set a pillow between the two, hoping that it will stop them from fighting. 
You move onto Bradley and Jake, setting their blankets on top of them but you have to angle the former another way or else he’s gonna be kicked in the face. 
You set a blanket on Natasha first, watching as she snuggles into it before setting your last blanket on Bob. You grab the pile of bowls and set it in the sink, letting them soak for the night. You try to sneak between the two once again when you see Bob crack one eye open. “Hey,” you whisper, settling in the empty space. 
“Where’s your blanket?” 
You curl your arms around yourself, “I’m fine.” 
He pulls you closer to him, tossing some of his blanket onto you. 
Natasha curls into your side, throwing a little bit of her blanket onto you. 
“I feel like we should move.” 
“What makes you say that?” His breath tickles against your ear. 
“Besides the fact that we’re scrunched up on the couch, nothing.” 
“Should we?” 
“We can. If you want to?” 
“Do you?” 
A hand grasps yours and Bob’s wrists, pulling you into your room. 
You turn around, staring at Natasha. “Get in bed. It’ll be better for us to get some sleep in here.” 
You two nod. 
“Who’s gonna be in the middle?” You ask, pulling the sheets back. 
“You,” she answers. 
You three settle into the bed with Bob and Natasha snuggling into you. 
-
Once everyone was awake and their brains were functioning enough, they decided to head home to get ready for a night out. 
-
“Well, well, well,” Jake says, checking you out up and down. “Someone’s dressed to impress.” 
You look down, checking out your outfit, finding yourself wearing your usual jeans and shirt combo. 
With the heat during summer, it’s best to wear no layers. 
You shake your head, preparing to take your shot (after snatching the cue stick from him). 
“I’m not dressed to impress anyone. I’m comfortable. And you just lost.” 
-
“Is he hitting on her?” Natasha asks out loud, not aiming her question to anyone specifically. 
“He’s just trying to get under your skin,” Bradley says. “Don’t focus on that now.” 
She scoffs, “how can I not?” 
Bob returns, setting another round down before he starts munching on his snack of the night. 
“Do you see this?” She asks him. 
“This is their friendship… and he can’t turn it off.” 
Bradley snickers into his hand. 
Jake loses his smile, his eyes going back and forth between the corner pocket and where you stand. “How- wait- did you take my shot?” 
“No, I didn’t.” You walk away, standing before the two with a wide smile. “Hi, you two.” 
Throat clearing sounds come from your left, you turn to them with annoyed expression, “and hi, dumbass one and dumbass two.” 
“We prefer hunky Hawaiian shirt with a porn stache’ and the sexy Coyote,” Javy replies. 
Bradley turns to him with an offended expression. “Why are you hating on my mustache?” 
“I’m not but, you honestly can’t blame me for saying that,” Javy tries to defend himself. 
“Yeah, I can. I’ve gotten more numbers than you so far, I’d say it’s working like a charm.” 
“What do you think would happen to that confidence if I shaved it?” Jake interrupts. 
Bradley pushes himself out of the chair, “woah! Woah! Nobody and I mean nobody is shaving it.” 
Jake and Javy glance at each other while Bradley runs away. 
-
“Ignore them. How are you two?” You ask. 
Natasha grins, pulling you and Bob closer. 
You try to pull back, so you don’t smush yourself into him, but she is relentless. You grab both of their wrists and pull them outside, unlocking Bob’s car with his keys (which you stole to put in your purse or else he would have lost them, again). 
-
You open the trunk, making them sit on the blanket you set in the back. 
Natasha hums when you settle in between the two, “so this is why you wanted the car?” 
“Partly, but I also thought we could leave early and watch a movie back here or maybe we could just stay here until everyone’s done and then we go home, or we could-” You expected her to cut you off from your rambling when you realize your head is turned in Bob’s direction and his (very) kissable lips are moving against yours. You copy his actions, feeling yourself losing your breath. You swear you melt inside. 
“Don’t hog her,” Natasha teases as she drags her fingertips against your arm. 
He pulls back, “I’m not,” he says against your lips. 
You take a moment before you open your eyes, staring up at the two, who are watching you look at them dazed expression. “What was I saying?” You whisper. 
Natasha shakes her head, “it’s not important.” 
A loud smacking makes the two of you break eye contact with her. 
She tilts her head, “did you steal her gum?” 
He pauses, staring at her through his lashes (his attempt at an innocent/ puppy dog look), “no?” 
“You’re such a liar.” 
“I didn’t go searching for it.” 
She shakes her head, “whatever.” She turns to look at you, “what’s got you so smiley?” 
You shake your head, “nothing just,” you exhale, “I’m really happy.” 
She smiles, bending down, pecking your lips, “good.” 
“Can we watch more “New Girl”?” he asks. 
“You’ve got him obsessed with that show.” 
“It’s a good show,” you argue. 
“Turn it on.” 
Her and Bob settle on either side of you, “ready?” 
Bob reaches forward and presses play. 
-
When Bradley and Javy exit the bar in search of you three, they look through the window and find the three of you snuggled together. 
Javy nods to his new sidekick. 
-
The door opens, scaring you and Bob. 
“What the hell?!” You sit up, smacking the two. 
“What?” asks Javy, who’s laughing his ass off. 
“We wanted to pop in. Say hi,” Bradley answers, pulling away from you, not wanting to be smacked. 
“So much for a quiet night,” you mumble. 
“You knew this was going to happen,” Natasha says, still laying down. 
“I hoped it wouldn’t have.” 
“At least we got to watch a couple more episodes,” Bob adds with a small smile. 
You shake your head, hiding your smile.  
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