#mike weiss x y/n

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 4: Dacryphilia

Riled Up Again

Summary:  your tears only rile him up more

Pairings:  Mike Weiss X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, size kink, degradation, teasing, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  810

Dacryphilia is a non-normative sexual interest in which sexual pleasure and arousal is derived from crying and/or tears

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Gulping, you take a step back from him, but Mike gives you that sly devilish smile. He wanted to destroy you. Wanted you to feel him for the rest of the week. You slowly start to shake your head no.

“Oh yes, Little One. You know you want it, so don’t be afraid,” Mike reaches around you to grab your arm, and twists you around, body in front of the full length mirror. “Look at how you’re trembling. You know this fear just turns me on, right?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” his brow raises as he watches your reflection.

“Yes, sir.”

You stare at his thick fingers as they start unbuttoning the front of your dress; one. button. at. a. time. Painfully slow with his slow methodical breaths blowing on your neck. You rub your thighs together, your body needing some friction, and Mike chuckles at you.

“Not so innocent are you?” you whimper up at him when the final button is undone, and he lets the cotton drift to the floor. “My sweet little slut, you better be glad I found you at home. You can’t go out in public with no underwear on,” he slaps at your tit causing you to back your ass into him, and you feel his hard length press into your back.

“Who were you wanting to see? Do you like the older ones like Tyler? Maybe those sweet baby faces like Carter and Bryce? No, Frank maybe with his raging breeding kink?” you whisper out his name, and he picks you up to throw on the bed.

Ripping off his own clothes, you yip when his cock bounces free of his boxers. His hand runs up your legs, before he starts pulling them apart, “Quit resisting, I gotta open you up. You need your head pounding in the headboard since you want to act like a little slut.”

He manages to pull your legs apart, and he stares at your throbbing pussy. Your arousal glistening on your thighs, coating your cunt, “You’re so ready for me to split you in half, aren’t you,” you nod your head at him with an innocent smile. “That’s fucking right. You’re always ready to take me.”

Crawling on the bed, you start to move where you want, forgetting that Mike puts you exactly how he wants you, “Stay there,” he grunts, pulling on your ankle to bring you closer to him. “Little One, you get what you get. I did try to warn you.”

Mike slaps his cock over your slit, before sliding it down to your tight channel. Pushing through your velvety walls, until he bottoms out. His cock right at your cervix, and you grip tight to the bedsheets.

“What’s wrong?” he laughs. Pulling himself out completely before slamming back into your wet heat. You yell out his name, but it only makes him do it again and again until your eyes go misty, and the tears break through, creating a beautiful saline waterfall on your face.

“Stop your crying, and take it like a good girl. You like it, don’t you? Love when your sir splits you in half.”

“I want more! Please give me more!”

“There ya go,” his voice low and raspy. Readjusting his weight so he can pummel his body into you. Leaving you a whimpering mess with each stab. “You like it when I get extra deep huh? Got your greedy little cunt fluttering around me. You needed this, huh, Little One?”

You feel every inch, every vein and crevice, every stretch of your walls, and every twitch of his cock. Overwhelmed with pained pleasure, and his weight over top of you. Every panting breath he takes because of his exertion and you sob out his name.

Flattening his tongue, he slowly licks up your cheek, humming at the salty sweet taste, “You’re tears are getting me closer. This sweet cunt is squeezing me so tight. So. Fucking. Tight,” emphasizing each word with a hard thrust into your body. Feeling him all the way in your throat.

When you let out a gurgled wail, “Sir!” you feel hot ribbons of his seed fill you to the brim, seeping out where the two of you connect.

“Good fucking girl,” his voice hoarse, but his movements turn smooth an warm. “Your sir is so proud of you, Little One. Although, I am sad you’re taking me better. You’re not crying as much.”

“It still stings, though. I just like the pain,” he gives you a long lingering kiss before pulling out. Watching himself leak out of your abused hole.

“That is the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. Next group meeting, I want my cum dripping down your legs. Those young ones won’t be making a pass then.”

“You know I’m only yours. Except when…” you start to laugh again. That was such a fun time.

“Shh, can’t be getting me riled up again. Come on. Let’s get something to drink. I want that pussy squirting later.”

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[holylulusworld]

The assistant (7) - A lost Captain

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, mentions of anal fixation, remorse

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Part 6

“Whoa, Capsicle. What crawled up your ass?” Tony snickers.

He only wanted to check on Steve, because he didn’t hear from him for the better of two days. Now he’s watching Steve despair.

His office is a mess. There are papers splattered all over the floor and his desk. His phone won’t stop ringing, and the printer makes an odd noise as it tries to print some pages.

“Uh-I like how you decorated your office. Chaos and despair look good on you.”

“Tony, not now,” Steve jerks his head toward the cocky billionaire. “Since you fired my assistant…” He shakes his head. “No, since Y/N is gone, this office is a mess.”

“Well shit, Capsicle. You wanted her gone. Who would’ve thought, that she takes harassment and the way you treated her personally?” Tony sneers. “It was you and Sandy making the best assistant and friendliest person I ever met leave. Shame on you.”

“I was-“ Steve wrinkles his forehead. “I don’t know, Tony. Maybe it was the way Sandy treated me. She showered me with attention, and deep down inside, the young boy was all too happy to give in to her advances.”

Tony makes a retching sound. “Steve, too much information. I don’t want to know about your sex life. Keep little Steve out of our conversations. Please.”

“I didn’t…I mean…I would’ve but…you know,” Steve sighs. “I didn’t have sex with her. Sandy got mad as you fired her, and I refused to help her get her job back. It took me a while to realize that I made a grave mistake.”

“Good for you,” Tony smirks. He looks around the room one last time. “Don’t worry. Rumors say Y/N found a new job in no time.”

He hates to admit it, but guilt is eating Steve up. “Good for her. I hope they treat her better than I did. I even forgot to buy her lunch.”

“Yeah…I mean…she will get free cookies and cupcakes every day. Not to forget to mention they will shower her with attention.”

“Who?” Steve quirks a brow. “What are you talking about? Y/N is not that kind of girl! She’s a good girl.”

 “Poor sheltered Steve,” Tony grins. “She moved in with six brothers, Capsicle. Do you think they let her move in to play cards all night?"

Steve looks at his shield, swallowing thickly. What has he done?

Steven Grant Rogers. The golden boy. Captain America himself pushed you into the arms of six men.

He doesn’t want to think about all the things they will do to you.

“How’s that?” Jake smiles wildly when you take a large bite of the cookie he made only for you. He loves to experiment in the kitchen, and even more to share the experience with you.

“Perfect,” you chew audibly. “Is that cinnamon and blueberry?” You moan. “The taste is…I can’t describe it.”

“I’ll put it on the card.”

You love how excited Jake gets when he bakes. He grins and does a little dance before adjusting his classes.

“Aw, I love this so much more than sitting at my office all day,” you glance at the cookies, licking your lips. “I shouldn’t eat more, but…”

“Free cookies for my girl,” Jake shoves another cookie in your mouth. “You’re perfect the way you are, Sweetie. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Jake watches you munch another cookie. He just loves watching you relaxed and happy. “You are going to make me burp if you stuff me with more cookies!”

“I got cupcakes too,” he purrs and points at the cupcakes he baked this morning. “Which one do you want to taste first?”

“You’re a menace,” you sigh. “I can’t eat more, Jake. I love your food but, I’m full.”

“Alright. Jake and Y/N are not around. Now we can get to the plan,” Lloyd points out. “We need to strike hard and fast. I want a hand grenade in Captain Asshole’s ass within the next few days.”

“Lloyd, we talked about your anal fixation, didn’t we?” Andy rolls his eyes as his brother won’t stop making stupid plans. “Did you forget he’s living at the Avengers tower, surrounded by the Avengers? They have a Hulk; we only got you…and your mustache.”

“Ah, we got a little more than my mustache to beat the shit out of Captain America.” Lloyd unlocks his phone to show Andy the tank he got not months ago.

“You’ve got a fucking tank? Lloyd, did you lose your mind? You can’t buy a tank!” Andy throws his hands up as his brother is rather unimpressed. “I mean it!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Andy,” Lloyd tuts. “I didn’t buy it. It was a gift from one of our business partners. They are very generous.”

“Yeah, because you fucked her,” Ari sneers. “I wouldn’t have poked that bitch with a stick.” He shudders.

“My dick made sure that we got a tank and a rocket launcher for free.” Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. “What?” He glares at Curtis. “Don’t act like you are better. You fucked every bimbo coming to your path.”

“Hmm…if you are busy fucking other girls, I can try to make a move on Y/N,” Mike says more to himself than his brothers. He nods, and already thinks about your first date. “I’ll ask her out.”

“Hey, we saw her first,” Ari and Curtis say in unison. “If anyone asks her out, it’s me.”

“Can you stop with the sync shit?” Lloyd wrinkles his nose. “I hate when you do this! And I’m the one who saw her first.”

“Jake saw her first,” Andy corrects. “But I don’t care. I think Pookie is the right girl for me. She’s smart, cute, and sweet. I like it.”

“You like to corrupt the sweet ones,” Curtis snaps at his brother. “You’ll keep your hands off her!”

“Guys! We made…” you burst into the room, grinning wildly. “You need to try the cupcakes Jakie made!” You frown as the brothers look like they were about to attack each other. “What’s wrong?”

“We tried to decide on what we want to order for dinner,” Lloyd lies. He doesn’t want you to know they were fighting over you. “How was your day, Cupcake?”

“It was great! I checked on the numbers for a few hours, and then Jake let me taste his cookies!”

Lloyd’s features darken. “He let you taste his cookies?” He cocks his head to size Jake up.

“Yeah. He made some with cinnamon and blueberries,” you excitedly tell the brothers about the cookies and cupcakes. “How about pasta for dinner?”

“If you want noodles, you’ll get them.” Lloyd purrs. “How about a real thick—” Andy slaps the back of his brother’s head to stop him from saying something stupid. “Let’s order takeout.”

“Let’s order food and have a…MOVIE NIGHT!” You clap your hands. “What do we want to watch?”

The brothers watch you with amusement as you walk around the room, telling them every detail about the movie you want to watch with them.

“You heard the lady,” Mike says. “We need to order food!”

Part 8

#steve rogers #lloyd hansen #ari levinson #jake jensen #andy barber #mike weiss #curtis everett #The assistant (7) - A lost Captain #marvel fanfiction

[1000night]

Ponytail

pairing: College! Jake Jensen x short, female, chubby reader

warnings: fluffy,

He shouldn't stare at her ponytail, if she finds out, she will think he's a creep. But Jake couldn't move his eyes from you.

Your long black hair always spread on your small shoulder (yeah, he knows you would smack his arms and say it's not tiny. But you are so small to compare to him.) Yet now it is tied up with a dodger blue scarf scrunchie set, and his pupils follow the swaying ponytail automatically.

"J...JJ? Jake!" A loud voice drags him back to earth and he turns his head to the left. Steve and James palm their hand over their faces; Ari and Mike just give him a knowing look and smirk. Ryan, Johnny, and Colin are busy chatting with other girls. The voice’s master now raises his brows and eyes behind Jake’s shoulder, then he smiles.

“If you want to check her out, you must quick, Jake.” “Um…yeah I know. Andy, but…I just don’t know how.” Ari and Mike walk to his sides, Ari crosses his arms across his beefy chest. “Care to share what were you looking at, Jensen? Her face? Her breast? Her waist or her legs?”

Jake frowned when he heard what Mike said, he doesn’t like the way Weiss talks about you. Wait… “All you said is her front, but I’m sure she’s back to me…oh shit!” Slowly, Jake turned around and saw you smile and wave shyly to him. Jake parts his lips but he couldn’t think, couldn’t find any word, either.

He saw you freeze your action, put down your hand embarrassed, and fled. “Why don’t you wave back, JJ? You make her feel like a fool.” “I, I don’t know how to react, Jamie. I’m too scared.” “I guess you just chicken out your chance, Jake.” Jake groaned and rolled his shoulder, he sighed as he last saw the way you fled before he came back to his doom with his roommates.

The second time Jake sees you wear a ponytail, it’s in the evening the late summer night. You were wandering the campus, and his attention was on your beautiful ponytail again. “Oh, come on, JJ! GO AND TALK TO HER! You know what you should say, and we’ve practiced that the whole week!” Colin whined as Jake didn’t move an inch.

“Hey, y/n! Please wait!” A shout stopped you, but that’s not Jake. “Oh, uh, what’s wrong Ryan?” Jake noticed you stepped back as Ryan close to you, you were touching your ponytail. “This nerd guy is Jake, Jake Jensen. We all call him JJ. He wants to be friends with you. Can you give him a chance?” Johnny and Ari pushed him from behind and he almost bumps into you, you hold his arms, and he could smell your sweet fragrance and flora scents. “Careful! Do you have any hurt?” He looked up at you and shook his head. “N, no! I’m good, I…uh…” You reached out your hand to him and introduced yourself. “Nice to meet you, Jake.” And he’d never forget your angelic smile.

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[mypoisonedvine]

ear candy || Mike Weiss x reader

summary: for a good time, call ‘candy.’  she can’t fix your life but she can distract you from it for a while.

word count: about 2k

warnings: technically not smut but definitely close enough (dirty talk/phone sex), some angst, daddy kink, a touch of degradation/objectification kink?? very subtle tho

a/n: my goal with this was to make it very dialogue heavy because I wanted it, like real phone sex, to be mostly about the words rather than anything else!  so I kept the descriptions to a minimum, hope you don’t mind…

You’d heard that more established phone sex operators had companies and screeners and services to help them disguise their number.  All you had was an ad in the paper and a landline, but it got the job done.

Technically, you had no way to know if a call from a number you didn’t recognize was a horny customer or something actually important, but it was pretty obvious when the phone rang at one in the morning on Friday night wasn’t going to be your bank or something.

You let it ring two, three, four times before picking up, putting on a slightly sultry voice as you greeted, “hey.”

“Hey,” the voice returned— so much more assured than you were used to, more confident and casual, nothing like the married men whispering to keep from waking up their wives, nothing like the nervous first-timers who made it clear that you were a mistake they would regret.  “Saw your ad in the paper…”

“I’m glad you called,” you smiled, “what’s your name?”

"Mike,” he answered quickly.  “What’s yours?”

"Hi, Mike,” you purred.  “You can call me Candy.”

“I’m not gonna call you that,” he sighed, and suddenly the air of confidence was gone; not to fear or secrecy, but to obvious weakness, to exhaustion, to an ache that you wish you didn’t understand as well as you did.  “Tell me your real name.”

“You don’t know that Candy isn’t my real name,” you defended.

“Yes I do.  Tell me your real name,” he demanded again, though his tone wasn’t actually very demanding.  You did it anyway.  “It’s pretty,” he decided, a little crack in his voice making your heart twist.

“You don't sound like you're doing too good,” you noted, trying not to make it too pitying but still sympathetic.

"My wife left me."

You nodded, to no one in particular, because you definitely knew how to handle this kind of guy, even if it had been a while since one had called.  "I'm sorry to hear that.  How can I help you?"

"I can't stand being alone," he explained tensely.

"I can definitely help with that…" you trailed off.  “I can just listen, if that’s what you need.”

“No, I... I want you to talk,” he assured, making you smirk slightly.

“Do you have a credit card, Mike?” you prompted.

“Yeah, yeah, lemme give you the number,” he mumbled, the sounds of shuffling indicated that he was searching for his wallet.

He dictated the numbers to you as you sat up and dashed to your computer, entering them in and stalling a bit until the card came back approved.  “So, Mike, tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Nothing, it’s a blank slate,” he murmured, voice lilted with a smirk.  “Wanna give me something to think about?”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Not much, I was in bed when you called… so just a t-shirt.”

“Just a t-shirt?” 

“Yeah… it’s too big for me, it’s an old Cowboys shirt my ex left behind…”

“Cowboys?  You’re breakin’ my heart, honey,” he chuckled.

“You’re a Houston fan?”

“It’s a symptom of being in Houston, right now, as we speak.”

“Fair enough,” you giggled.  “Maybe I should take it off then, if it bothers you…?”

“So if my calculations are correct, that should mean you’re completely naked right now.”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

You set the phone down to remove the shirt, coming back with a chipper announcement: "Done!"

“Yep,” you agreed, popping your lips at the end of the word.

“Then do me a favor and play with your tits a little bit.  Are your nipples hard?”

“Yeah, they got hard when I heard your voice, it’s really sexy.”

“Good, give ‘em a little pinch then…   does it make you wet, when you touch them like that?”

“Mhmm, they’re really sensitive,” you admitted.

“I bet you’d love my tongue on them, wouldn’t you?  You’d like me sucking on your tits?”

“Yes,” you sighed, “please, I’d love it so much.”

“Why don’t you touch your pussy for me?” he prompted, cocky as ever.

“Tell me how, exactly,” you bargained.  “I wanna touch myself the way you would touch me.”

“Two fingers on your clit— slow, smooth circles…”

You moaned a little, following his instructions.  “Fuck, Mike, it feels really good.”

“I like when you moan my name like that.  By the end of the night you’re gonna be screaming it for me, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds like exactly what I need.”

“Yeah, I bet so, bet you really need to get fucked.  And it’s handy, then, that I really, really need to fuck something, god I’m so worked up I could just lose it.”

"Yeah?  Tell me about it."

"M'hard, so hard, can't stop thinking about what it would be like to be inside you."

"I like the sound of that.  What would you do to me, if you could?'

"I'd fuck you so good, sweetheart, until you begged me to stop because you couldn’t come anymore."

"Mmm, I bet so, you sound like you know how to fuck.”

“Hell yeah I do, and you sound like you need a thick cock.”

“Is that what you’re offering?” you hummed, biting your lip.

“If you think you can take it.”

“Fuck, I’ll try my best… it’ll probably be a pretty tight fit.”

“Good.  I wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Oh god,” you groaned, “can I please put something inside me?  Two fingers?”

“Just one,” he instructed.

You whined when you pushed one finger in and it wasn’t nearly enough to satiate your needs.  “I need more, please…”

“Okay baby, just one more but go slow, I like when you get desperate.”

After a few quiet moments where you could only hear his breathing and your own needy moans, curiosity got the better of you.  “Are you stroking your cock, Mike?” you asked softly.

“Yes,” he answered, the little strain in his voice making you confident he was telling the truth.

“How does it feel?”

“Good,” came another hasty reply.

“It would feel so much better if it was my pussy, if I was riding you right now.”

“I’d be so fucking deep in you,” he groaned tensely.  “That’s where I wanna come, too… wanna fill you up right inside that snug little cunt.”

“Oh fuck,” you whispered.  “Please, daddy…”

“What was that?  I can’t hear you,” he taunted.

“I— I said ‘please… daddy,’” you repeated, afraid it would turn him off but he let out a dark chuckle that ended with a groan and a hissing breath in through his teeth.

“Fuck, that’s hot.  Is that what you need, sweetheart?  Need daddy to take care of you?”

“Yes, please, need you…”

“Don’t worry honey, I will, just keep fucking yourself with your fingers, and don’t come until I say so.”

You whined but didn’t dare disobey, moaning with each touch to your sensitive bud, not holding any sound back so he could hear how needy you were loud and clear.

“Please, I need to come, wanna come for you, Mike,” you begged when you were starting to worry you couldn’t hold back much longer.

“I know, but not yet… almost.”

“Please, daddy” you sobbed, weak and almost a whisper, making him grunt a little.

“Just say my name when you come, honey, and don’t stop rubbing that little clit until you’re absolutely sure you can’t take any more.”

“Fuck, Mike,” you hissed.  “Oh god, I’m gonna— fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come so hard for you.”

“Good, just like that, baby, keep going,” he egged you on.

“Mike!” you yelped, shocks reverberating through your body as your back arched up off the bed.  His moans encouraged you further, echoing in your ears and somehow making everything more intense.  It was easy like this to imagine that he was on top of you, moaning in your ear as he filled you with his cock; your walls clenched around nothing, begging to be stretched around something, as you felt a gush of warmth seep from your entrance.  

Like he’d told you to, you kept going past the peak until your hands gave out, until your body was numb with pins and needles from the intensity of your pleasure.

“Oh my god,” you sighed, “that was… I haven’t come that hard in so long.”

“You sound incredible when you come, baby,” he cooed, “think you can do it again before I finish?”

“I’m too sensitive, it’ll hurt,” you whined.

“Give it a minute, then,” he chuckled.  “Did you make a mess, honey?”

“Um, a little,” you giggled.  “I’m so wet it’s dripping onto the sheets now.”

“Fuck, wish I could help you clean that up,” he purred, laughing at your little gasp.  “Would you like that?”

“Yeah, I bet you’d be good at it… you’re good with your tongue so far.”

“And you?”

“Me?  Well, I bet no matter how big you are, I could take you all the way down my throat.”

“Fuck, honey, you’re so dirty, huh?”

“Yeah, and I really like sucking cock…” you added coyly.  “Would you let me get on my knees and taste you, daddy?”

“Whenever you wanted, sweetheart, fuck… I’m close, keep going honey, you’re so fucking good.”

“Please come for me, oh my god, please come,” you moaned, “I want you to come— please daddy?”

“I will, baby, I’m gonna come… fuck, I’m so close.”

“I wish I could help you, daddy, I wish you were fucking me so hard right now, using me, making me your toy.”

“Yeah baby, you just wanna be owned, huh?  Wanna be daddy’s little slut?”

“Yours, fuck, wanna be all yours.”

“That’s it, keep talking— m’gonna come.”

“Yes, daddy, stroke that cock for me, close your eyes and imagine I’m there with you, begging for your come… I want it all in me, daddy, I want it leaking out of me all night, please please please come, please come inside me—”

“Fuck!” he yelped, moaning louder than ever.

“Yes, keep going, fuck, you sound so hot,” you encouraged, “give me all that fucking come, daddy.”

A throaty, exhausted groan preceded a sigh as he began to catch his breath, making you smile pridefully.

“Shit,” he hissed, “I have to clean this up all by myself, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s the less fun part,” you sighed.

“You’re good,” he offered, voice still breathy as he panted a little bit.  “Thanks, that really… that helped.”

“Feeling a little better, daddy?”

“God, don’t say it like that,” he groaned, “you’re just gonna get me goin’ again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

“What you want is to take all my money by keeping me on the phone all night,” he chuckled.

“Okay, I’ll let you go,” you relented.  “I bet you’re gonna sleep well tonight.”

“Better than I have in months,” he agreed.

"Will you call me again sometime?"

A little pause made you worried he wouldn’t.  "Maybe we could meet up instead?" he offered hesitantly.

"Different price than talking on the phone…" you warned him.

"Yeah, I know, that's fine," he dismissed.  “We’ll work that out later.  But maybe you could come to my motel room?”

“I can do that,” you grinned.  “You talk a big game, I’m looking forward to finding out if you can live up to my expectations.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re gonna regret saying that.  You won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

You laughed a little, clenching your thighs together.  “Promises, promises…”

#mike weiss x reader #mike weiss smut #mike weiss x y/n #mike weiss x you

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Love and Hate

Summary- 2.7k Mike Weiss x You. Another hotel, another fight, and another making up. Maybe you were just a much an addict as he was. It only seems okay, if you two are fighting with one another. Warnings- Drug Use and Fucking one another. Smut. Messed up and unhealthy relationship. Written for @donutloverxo​ @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ and @captain-a-rogerss​ 3rd week challenge- song fics. Choice I used was Eminem (cause I love the bastard) and Rhianna’s, Love The Way You Lie. 

A/N- I love the dysfunctional relationships, the ones that just are self destructive toxic messes. I doubt Mike could ever truly be in a healthy one, although maybe some day in fanfics. I can't claim to know accurately what certain drugs will do, so when reading this, its simply my interpretation. Don't expect the highs and lows to be accurate.   

“So he never had any intention of fixing those trucks, he sent them with broken pipes, claiming to now know they had busted pumps.” Mike snorted clearing his nasal passage, as the coke flooded his mind with an endorphin rush. It was almost as good as sex with you was for him. Almost. What was better? Was if you were here with him. He missed you, but you didn’t approve of this. This process helped him think. His name might come after - Danziger, but he could see the process almost as it was unfolding before him much clearer than his partner, especially when he was at his peak, right now. The only way to make it better,  if you were here. You baby was his ultimate weakness.

The people he wrangled into the room, the dealer neighbors, and crack whores he called to his hotel room, mainly hoping to score those couple grams, willingly share with them. All sitting there with there stick-it notes to there shirts, it finely clicked in there slightly slower minds. There oohs and aahs, the sick fuck statements that filled the room left him nodding in agreement. “Guilty… he’s guilty.” 

The fire chief is not the only one guilty, Mike, oh he burned you over and over, that was how you described it every late-night you came searching for him. I’m at friends, working with Paul, got a trial I’m working. That was how he described it. Just like how he described it tonight on the phone to you. And yet, when you pulled in, the upper room door wide open to see Mikes silhouette bent over the table, and then he reared back his head, bouncing like a boxer might, his nose scrunching up. 

You’re just gonna stand there and watch me burn. 

Mike never heard you slam the car door, or go up the steps, nor did he notice you standing in the doorway till one of the dealers said something. “You looking to join the party sweetheart?” 

Mike spun around to take you in, just as you did with him. You could see it, the way his body was thrumming from the drugs. The intense high that left him jittery, with tense muscles, his biceps straining, the veins in his neck standing at attention, and his face, he took in every bit of information, filing it away in case it was necessary for another time. How had he explained it to you? Oh yes, he was hyper fixated on all details, he was smarter, faster, stronger when he was high. 

It was the crash though that would leave him half dead, so many times you had found him on the verge, but never quite crashed. 

That was just a man playing a dangerous game. It was just a matter of time. 

“No, I’m fucking not looking to join.” You snarled as you entered the room, and Mike took a step forward, trying immediately to appease you. 

“Baby, It’s just for work.” 

“Shut it, Mike, all of you, get the hell out.” 

The girls, the ones you could only begin to guess what they were here for, started bitching immediately. “Hey, we don’t know who you are lady, but we brought the goods, and we’re not leaving till were paid.” 

Your voice might have got shrill when you grabbed your purse off your shoulder and Mike tried to stop you with “Baby, come on, stop, they don’t know any better.” You ripping your purse open and yanking out all the cash you had, your anger now uncontrolled. Throwing those bills at the girl’s faces. “There! Now your fucking paid!” Mike’s hands grasped your arms to prevent you from throwing anything else, the group behind you started to band together, getting mad. The tension in the air between you and the people behind him leaving Mike the barrier. The drugged high barrier protecting each other from one another. 

“Get out! Get out! GET OUT!” You’re now screaming, and Mike looks over his shoulder, his grasp on you so tight it would bruise your forearms. You don’t notice though. Not at this point, You rarely do. 

You like the way it hurts. 

“Get out guys, I got her.” Your rage turned towards Mike, the anger seething just at him now, He got you… Did he get you? 

“Yeah man, she’s killing the vibe.” One of the others said, and Mike pushed you into a corner of the room while your screaming at him, the people passing the two of you, and the door closing with a sharp slam. Leaving the two of you alone. 

“Y/N! Stop it! Fuck, calm down!” Mike yelled right back in your face and you wrench your arm from his hold, slapping him in the face. 

“Let me go.” 

Mikes eyes snap at you, slamming you back into the wall hard enough so your head bounces off the cheap hooker motel, the one you knew he was dipping into the savings to pay for, along with the lines of powder smearing across the nightstand on each side of the bed, and god knows what else was scattered around this room. 

Mike, god he tried to make you understand, it was the only way he could work, that he could keep the thoughts straight. He loved you, so much that it was painful in its own messed up way, one that he lived for. 

Right now it felt like a steel knife was being held to his windpipe, he couldn’t breathe. The way your anger edged on hate, hate, and love was such a fine line he danced on for you. 

Sometimes you were just such a fucking bitch to him, blaming him for all the wrong in your lives. Sometimes you brought him so fucking high, it was a drug all on its own. 

High on his life for you, but drunk on his hate at the same time. 

Mike twisted you onto the bed, dropping you down, and caged you in as he straddled your, biting kisses on your lips and pining your hands above your head, growling into your mouth. “Why you always give me a hard time Woman? It was nothing, Nothing.” 

“Then why you hiding here and not in our home?” His kisses just fueling the hate simmering in your chest, even though your body pressed into him for more. Pulling his head back enough to glare down at you, still, lines of white dust were streaked across his nose, and he bared his teeth at you. 

“Cause I know you hate me for this.” 

He wasn’t lying, you did. Fuck you loved him and hated him at the same time, and it was a constant war within’ yourself. You shake your head with conviction, no no no. He caught your jaw in a hand, fingers digging into your cheeks, probably leave bruises there to. 

“I love the way you lie.” 

Then in a flurry of tugging clothes, the quick demands Mike had on you matched his passion he had discussing his case earlier. He needed you, needed to feel you clenching around him as he debated that he deserved it. Taking whatever he wanted. 

You couldn’t keep up with Mike, your body just moved where his hands pulled you apart, shoving down of your pants gave him access to your cunt, long fingers making you weak underneath him, as well as him mouth, your wrists released enough to grab onto his suspenders, dragging him back to your mouth. 

Maybe you were inhibiting him, catching that coke and whiskey taste lacing his tongue, dirty and filthy, wherever he was through the day filling you to, and his grunts plunged into you just as much as his fingering you was doing. Pulling you apart, he was always pulling you apart and leaving you in pieces. He jerked you in place, hitting against the headboard, making you cuss at him. 

“Shut up Y/N, you’re fine,” Mike said through hissing words against your neck, and your fingers scratch at his back, and grab onto his belt, pulling it, working to the front to start unbuckling it while Mike is yanking on your shirt, knocking your hands loose to lose it over your head, falling back over you to keep you scattered, unable to walk that line you followed. The one where you loved and hated him. There was a rolling of both, you loved to hate him. 

There was venom in your words you spit at him, even now as he was making you thrust on his fingers, stroking your clenching walls, your arousal slicking you ready for him to break you into the mattress, jerking his fingers from you and bringing them to his mouth, pulling away from breasts he left scattered in bites and sucked on his fingers. 

“You always taste best this way.” He groaned and you ran your hands over your face, so fucking on edge from this evening events and him, that your body was still humming to be pushed over the edge. Mike worked his belt open, opening his pants with a yank and the force snapped a suspender lose, giving him enough room now to free himself from his confines. Throbbing and angry to fuck you. 

“Mike, just fuck me already, would you?!”  He slapped at your ass and grasping it, pulling you onto him and wrapping an arm around you to keep you where he needed you. Pounding into you, just as you predicted, this time he was unhinged. Still high, still wound. What started as pain soon was a pleasure and once more you were lost to Mike. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, right there.” You whined to him, scrambling to match his movements, but there was no way, you just let yourself get railed over and over till you were arching under him, fingers clutching at the hair at the back of his head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop Mike.” 

You two punished each other, push and pull at each other’s hair, scratch and claw at each other, bite at one another till teeth sink claiming into flesh. Screaming into his tense shoulder when he hit your sweet spot, over and over again, trying your best not to give him what he wanted. Cause that was all this was, his way of seeking that satisfying high once more, the one that the drugs couldn’t give him. 

Maybe this was your high? Fuck if you knew. 

Whatever it was destroying you. It destroyed you once more when you came for him. But damn it all to hell if it didn’t give you your own high, in this cheap hooker motel, clutching your destructive man to your body like he was the very air you breath while your eyes rolled back, and your jaw went slack, that look of triumph coming from Mike pissing you off in that second, but then he matched your expression, you both falling, falling into pleasured oblivion. 

Fuck you hated him and loved him, you thought as he smothered you, gasping into his neck as his arms circled around you, keeping you in against him. Mike knew he couldn’t loose you, you were probably the only thing keeping him alive still. Better then any upper and downer he could ever divulge in. Better then any bottle of alcohol he could consume. Better then any hooker he could fuck. 

You were it for him. All your loathing hate and passionate love were what kept him alive. As long as you come back for him, fought against him, loved him. Only you two could live so destructively together, tearing each other apart, and putting one another back together.

Light streamed through the heavy nicotine stained curtains as Mike’s phone screamed in the early morning, making him push off you where he passed out the night before and roll to the edge of the messed up bed. Running a hand through his hair, he dug into his pants pockets, half held up with a remaining suspender and yanked out his phone. 

“Shit, I’m due in court.” He started yanking clothes on, occasionally rubbing at his face in a distracted manner while you groan, and roll in the bed to see his back, head lowered against his hand to try and dispel the pain that came with the after-effects. Pulling up, you take the undone suspender and lope it over his shoulder which he grasped and reattached it to the front of his pants, and looked over his shoulder. 

“Yesterday is over Y/N, today is a different day.” Mike stated while moving to a stand, grabbing his brightly colored shirt and snapping it straight, dropping the straps from his shoulders to put the shirt on. “I will change, I promise. Last time.” 

You move to a stand to take over buttoning his shirt, his fingers shaking to much. Lack of coffee he would normally tell you. Today he didn’t even bother with that lie. So many were spewing from him already. Yours were steady, one at a time fitting them through the holds as you went up, till you reached the end and flipped his collar. 

“Whatever you say, Mike.” You glance around and pick up his tie, fitting that around his neck as well, and looping it around till it sat perfectly against his chest. He grabbed at the back of your neck and tilted your head to look up at him. “I fucking mean it this time Y/N. I’m sorry, okay.” How much truth did he have in those crystal blues? None, none at all. And that was okay. You were just as fucked up as he was cause his chaos kept you alive. Kept you coming back. 

“Okay Mike, I believe you. Go… You have court, and I will see you tonight at home.” Leaning up to place a kiss on his lips, your hands lifted to brush through his hair to fix it. “Go.” 

Grabbing the last of his things, and shoes, he was out the door, leaving you to gather whatever was left and abandon the night before behind. 

In the coming weeks, it seemed to change. His habits became bearable after withdrawals. The first time you experienced them, they scared the hell out of you. Now, now you were familiar with them. Hours to days, days to weeks, Mike woke up with you and went to sleep with you every night, he became an attentive gentle lover, and you two seemed happy. 

It was all wrong. Both of you pretending this way, a happy life. It wouldn’t last, it never did. He hated it, the way his eyes wouldn’t look at you anymore, but skating over you, your fake laugh over the dinner table at a joke he made, making him grind his teeth. Maybe just one last time? He loved you and hated you, he couldn’t ever leave you. But maybe it could be more bearable. Bring back your anger to feed off, feel something good again. He picked up his cell phone and made that call. 

“Yea, how much? That’s good, that’s fine. You be over in an hour? I will have your cash.” 

You wanted him better, healed, himself. But at this point, you didn’t know who was Mike really. You’ve always known him in all his other stages, and this one, he seemed so… fake. Even you were faking your way through the days to show him support. How wrong were you, to miss that destructive piece of shit that made you so mad you wanted to sink into nothingness. Which is what he was able to do for you too. Pulling up to your house, lost in your thoughts and feeling yourself suffocating as you went up the steps, and opening the door, there Mike was, and that pit in your stomach collapsed into the fire, trickling up your spine. Now, this… seeing him humming before you, his words running together to whomever the dealer was, his whole body rigid in excitement. 

This was the Mike you knew, had missed, loved, and hated all at once. Maybe you were just as self-destructive as him. But oh baby, were you ever ready to crash and burn with him. 

Mike swung around, and cursed, preparing for what was to come. 

How fucking much did he miss this? Since the last time. 

Both of you destroying each other in the worst of ways. 

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that's alright, because I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

#captainsweeklychallenge #mike weiss #mike weiss can fuck me up #mike be my mean daddy #amber writes #sweater writes #challenge #mike weiss x reader #mike weiss x you #mike weiss x y/n #tw drug use #bad relationships #unhealthy #mike weiss puncture #mike weiss fan fic #puncture #puncture fan fic

[mashep23]

Be Quiet

Pairing: Surprise Chris Evans Character x Female!Reader

Word Count: 713

Summary: You may not have volume control but he's definitely more vocal.

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ ONLY. SMUT. NO MINORS. Sneaky public sex, dirty talk, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie.

💥Author's Note: REPOST. I'm so sorry, my original post is no longer up somehow 😭.

Pure smut. Maybe a touch of sweet...if you squint. No plot, even if you squint. Thank you to @river-soul for your invaluable beta work and encouragement, and thanks to @whisperlullaby for your fellow horny hoe thoughts. All mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: images are not mine.

He has you bent over the back of the couch on your tiptoes, dress rucked up to your waist and panties down by your knees when he finally sinks his cock into you. A loud moan rips from you at the feel of him spearing into you, stretching you. He immediately claps a hand over your mouth as he begins to thrust, leaning low to growl in your ear.

"Fuck, honey. I said we have to be quiet."

You nod, but quickly fail again when he releases your mouth to grip you harder. He angles his hips in a deeper thrust, hitting your sweet spot with each stroke causing you to clutch at the couch, knuckles white, and keen. He presses his mouth to your sweaty temple, panting hotly as he relentlessly drives into you again and again.

"Jesus christ, you feel so fucking good, taking me so well. But you're not doing a very good job of keeping your mouth shut. Do I need to stuff it full to keep you quiet? Huh?"

The thought makes your eyes roll back and your walls clench and flutter around his thick cock and he growls in response.

"Oh, you like that idea, do you? Want my cock down that pretty throat, princess? Bet you'd look so good gazin' up at me with those lips wrapped around my dick. Fuck, you're squeezin' the shit outta me."

He gives you a blessed break from his sinful words to straighten and focus, hips pounding even harder, but it's mere seconds before he's speaking again.

"God. You know what I think, sweetheart? I think you like when I talk to you, tell you everything I wanna do. You fucking love this right now, don't ya honey? Getting fucked in the middle of the day, bent over the couch while everyone is right outside. Shit, your sweet little pussy feels so good, I can tell you're close. Come on baby, come on this cock."

His strokes hit your g-spot relentlessly but it's his filthy mouth that sends you over the edge faster than anything you've ever experienced. You come hard and fast with a loud cry and he follows, hips stilling after he drives deep and holds himself there. The fluttering of your walls around him makes his eyes roll back and a guttural groan leaves his lips as he starts grinding and rocking into you as you both come down from the high.

"Holy shit," he half laughs, and you're both a bit giddy as you giggle a little. "That was fucking intense. You okay, honey?"

He presses kisses along the exposed skin of your shoulders around the straps of your dress as his arms wrap around your waist to help you straighten. You're grinning as you nod and murmur, "yes," because he's already reaching down to pull your panties up your legs and straightening your clothes.

You look over your shoulder at him with a quirked eyebrow and he grins roguishly. "I like the idea of you having a mess of me in your panties while you walk around the party."

Turning to face him, you smirk as you reach for his softening cock and gently tuck it back into his pants. "And I like the idea of you walking around covered in me."

You stretch on your toes to kiss him briefly before turning to leave. "I'll meet you out there," you toss casually over your shoulder with a wink and a grin.

He laughs and nods as he heads toward the patio doors while you dip into the guest bathroom to make sure you don't look like you were just railed at a barbeque. Hair fluffed and lips glossed, you make your way outside to the coolers for a drink. Your friend, the hostess, sidles up next to you, a knowing grin on her face.

"So, I'd say that you hit it off just fine with our handsome, newly single neighbor." She says with barely contained glee that her matchmaking was successful.

Your eyes find him across the yard as you bring the water bottle up to your lips. Your gazes meet and you both smirk. Turning back to her, you wink and agree. "Yeah, I'd say Andy and I hit it off just fine."

#Fic Repost #surprise chris evans character x female! reader #surprise chris evans character x reader #surprise chris evans character x you #surprise chris evans character x y/n #chris evans character x reader #chris evans character smut #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans character imagine #ransom drysdale? #andy barber? #steve rogers? #curtis everett? #frank adler? #ari levinson? #mike weiss? #johnny storm? #jake jensen?

[donutloverxo]

Love the way you lie

Part one

Note - this is a prequel to love the way you lie. I know y'all wanted a sequel not a prequel but I thought this would be fun. I'll get the third and last part out soon!

Summary - You begin a relationship with your boss Mike.

Warnings - smut, unprotected sex(i still stand by my advice of never rawdogging mike), addictions, emotional cheating

Pairing - Mike Weiss x reader

Word count - 2.7k

Masterlist

“Babe come on! Just come by at six” Ray whined over the telephone and you had half a mind of slamming the phone and hanging up on him.

“I don’t want to watch you play video games for the whole evening! I’d rather be at my office party” You snapped. Your relationship had been sort of nice in the beginning. You were in your twenties and still a virgin, you decided to lower your standards and compromise a little bit so you wouldn’t be so alone anymore. You didn’t know you’d be stuck with a complete man-child.

“What? You hate those things. Just last week you were whining about how boring the small talk is” You had to hold the phone away from your ear just so you wouldn’t hear his annoying shrill voice.

Last months party was boring and grey. But that’s because he wasn’t there. He was in a rehab facility for over three weeks. You never even knew he had a drug problem until Paul told you he had overdosed and been admitted to a rehab. You couldn’t really tell if there was much of a difference between sober Mike and coked up Mike.

“Why do you even want to see me so bad?” You rolled your eyes.

“Look I tried to cook I really did!” He whined again “But it’s just so hard babe. Just come over here and make your lasagna? You’re so good at it. I promise I’ll thank you anyway I can”

You yelped as you heard Mike’s voice over the intercom “Please come into my office “ he said and you felt goose bumps and shivers in your entire body just hearing his husky voice.

“Yeah I’ll be right there” You stammered cringing as you abruptly hung up on Ray without even saying goodbye. You collected your notepad and a pen, Mike often liked to bounce ideas off of you. With how fast paced and clever he was you could barely keep up but you tried your best to impress him. You quickly took out your lipstick, touching up your lips a bit and heading towards his office.

Maybe it was wrong of you to be fixated on a man that wasn’t your boyfriend. A mess of a man at that. But maybe you were more of a mess than him. He was a lawyer, a smart man who actually made some difference and did real work. And you were just a secretary who still lived with her mother. What would HE see in you?

You knocked on his door and entered to see him surrounded by scattered papers. “You called Mike?” You asked standing straight, suddenly hyper aware of your posture.

“Yeah I think I – I –“ He trailed off looking at a file

“Mike?” you promoted him to speak.

“Yeah yeah. I thought I needed help but maybe not” He said still looking at the papers and scratching his forehead with his pen “I think I’ll take off early today” He finally looked up to you.

“Oh but the party!” You blurted out. You really need to learn how to bite your tongue. He quirked a brow at you urging you to speak. “I was hoping you’d be there” You shrugged shifting suddenly feeling so uncomfortable.

“Yeah” He nodded leaning back on his chair tapping his pen against the edge of his table “Wouldn’t your Boyfriend be opposed to that” He said the word with such venom. It almost made you hopeful.

But hopeful for what? Nothing was going to happen. If nothing else you are a good person. You’d never cheat. “Why would he mind?” You shrugged playing dumb.

He scoffed at that “You know I’m very good at reading people. And you’re too obvious. Not a very good liar. You’d make a terrible lawyer”

You scowled at him “Well that’s good, I’m not trying to be one. You don’t exactly make it look so glamourous”

“I didn’t mean to offend you” He chuckled at your little outburst which only annoyed you even more “That why you don’t wanna see him tonight? You were talking on the office line sweetheart “

“Well yeah that and...he’s just boring now” You couldn’t remember the last time you two went on a real date. Mike only hummed at that and it was then that you noticed his leg shaking incessantly under his desk. “Mike” you walked around his desk to stand next to him. You didn’t know a lot about drugs, but from movies you could tell that restlessness was a sign of withdrawal. How could he still be going through withdrawal? “Are you alright? Is there anything I can do?” you asked, your voice laced with worry. Maybe you could call Paul. Would that help him? You didn’t know if he had any other friends.

“I’m fine” He stated and steering his leg shaking to a halt. “So you wanna go to that party tonight?” He asked but you had a feeling he was just trying to change the subject.

“I don’t Mike. I don’t think it would be right” You wanted to say how you should both be ashamed to even consider something like that but held your tongue.

“Why?” He asked tracing his thumb over your knuckles.

“I have a boyfriend. And you’re well...”

“I’m clean now” He frowned.

“I wouldn’t know” You snatched your hand out of his hold and snapped back to reality from your fantasy. “If you don’t need anything else I’ll be on my way” You left his office before he could stop you. It was one thing to daydream about another man, another to actually indulge in that it.

***

You ended up not going over to Rays Or the party. If he was so hungry he could order take out or something. You were done putting up with his bullshit and told him you needed space over the phone. Maybe it was a dick move to not do something so sensitive personally but you needed to get to it before you change your mind.

You were in bed after dinner letting your mind wander to Mike, and how his suspenders made his shirt cling to his body and gave you a nice view of what lays underneath. All that working out and the disgusting green smoothies he drinks surely paid off. With one hand in your cunt, dipping in your folds and thinking of him. Of how much better it would be if it was his hand. You couldn’t actually get yourself off, you needed to buy one of those special toys for women. But it was still nice to just tease a bit.

Your self care session was interrupted by your mom calling out for you. You groaned pulling your hand out and wiping it off on your sheets. You climbed out of bed to go downstairs to see what the ruckus is about. As soon as you unlocked and opened your door you were greeted with the man you were just dreaming about.

“Mike?” You didn’t know what he could possibly be doing here this late. “Are you drunk?”

“No I am not drunk” He said as if he was scolding you “What you don’t want to invite me in?” He teased.

“What are you a vampire? Come on in” You stepped aside to let him in. You cringed at how messy your room looks, with your sheets all bunched up and your clothes sprayed out all over.

“You sleep in that?” He looked you up and down.

You were wearing your white cotton nightie that ended just above your knees. “I know it’s not the sexiest but it makes me comfortable”

“I never said it wasn’t sexy” He said as if he was stating a fact.

You stared into his eyes in hopes of intimidating him to make him stop ogling you. But it didn’t work. He kept unabashedly checking you out. You now recalled your lack of bra and panties.

“What are you even doing here?”

“I just wanted to see you” You took a step back as he stalked towards you with a predatory gaze.

The back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. “I – think you should leave Mike” your voice wavering “I’ve got work tomorrow. And you do to”

He hummed at that playing with the helm of your nightgown “You really want me to leave?” He asked looking up at you.

You wished you could give him an honest straight answer. He was your dirty little secret. Someone a good girl like you shouldn’t be thinking about. Not when you had a boyfriend. You never thought you’d get to actually live out your fantasies. You considered the consequences. Did you really want to give your heart to someone who would probably break it? You scoffed to yourself. He wasn’t here for your heart. He only wanted what most if not all men want.

He kissed your forehead and murmured against your hair. “You make me feel good you know. Life isn’t so bleak when you’re around.”

“I don’t do that. Hook ups or whatever you call them.” You said breathing in his musky scent. It was getting harder and harder to say no.

“That’s alright” He pulled back cupping your face and staring into your eyes “you’re not the kinda girl someone hooks up with”

He crashed his lips onto yours stealing your breathe. Whatever doubt you may have had were gone in that instant. His beard so soft and fuzzy against your mouth. His lips were so cushy, his kiss so fierce.

He pushed you back on your bed making quick work of removing his suspenders along with his shirt and pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his naked fit body covered with various tattoos. You had never been a fan of them, but they all looked so beautiful littered across his body. You gasped at the sight of his erect cock hitting his abdomen.

He loomed over you pushing your nightie off of you. Desperate to see you naked, finally. “We have to be quiet” You rasped in between kisses as he rid of you of your nightie “My mothers downstairs”

You moaned and cursed on the mattress as he worked you up with his fingers. Making you come undone on them within minutes. How he figured you out so well and so soon you’ll never know. You hesitated and almost pushed his head away when his broad shoulders settled between your legs.

No one had ever gone down on you before. It was amazing, miserable and sensual at the same time. Just when you thought you’d achieve your peak he stopped making you whine. He lined his cock up to your entrance. Slowly sinking in. And you looked as you saw your juices smeared all over you mouth and beard. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

It was unlike anything you had felt before. It was never that good with Ray. Mike didn’t last long the first time but made sure to only finish after you. He cuddled you in your small bed before he made love to you again. Properly and slowly this time. Giving you both the time to truly enjoy yourselves.

You asked him to sneak out in the middle of the night so your mother wouldn’thave to see him leave. She did gave you an earful about having such relations with an addict. And how she couldn’t believe you actually found someone that was worse than Ray.

***

You knew that the next day Mike would pretend nothing had happened. You’d both probably forget about that night soon enough. You and the all your coworkers were stunned when he greeted you with a kiss on your lips. As if you’d been together forever.

He asked you to be his girlfriend at lunch. Which you said no to, obviously. You were a lady and you were to be wined and dined. Which he did. He took you out on several dates almost everyday. He took you to his house so you could spend some time together peacefully. And you immediately left seeing just how messy the whole place was.

“It just needs a feminine touch” He had said back then.

So you made him spend the nights at your place. After tolerating the sneers and snide remarks from your mother for a while, he quickly cleaned up his house, made proper cabinets and book shelf’s for all his scattered papers and books. He even got flowers to lighten up the place every once in a while. He didn’t need your mother third wheeling you both.

You were spending more time at his house than your own. He gave you your own drawer and you were practically living there. You were surprised at just how much of a ‘normal' boyfriend Mike was. He was always considerate of your needs. He did sometimes have a problem of giving you unwarranted advice when you bitched about your day to him

“When women talk they just want to be listened to” You shut him up and he threw his hands up surrendering to you. He didn’t give you any solutions or advice unless you asked for it.

He worked a lot more than you. So whatever free time he had he liked to spend with you. You were a bit worried that he didn’t really have any friends. Sure you could consider Paul to be a friend but they weren’t that close. And Paul barely knew anything about Mike.

The sex was... well amazing. Mike knew exactly what to do to make you putty in his hands. He had a high appetite and with the way he worshipped you, you had absolutely no problems feeding it.

“Say yes” He growled before wrapping his mouth around your clit furiously sucking on it.

“I can’t I – “ you could barely speak or even comprehend what was going on. It was the same fight on a different day. Him wanting you to move in with him. So you can spend more time together. And for you to quit your job, which to be fair was boring. Being the picture perfect 90s housewife couldn’t possibly be any worse.

So he stopped again when you were just about to meet your end. He edged you and you knew just how relentless he was. He wouldn’t stop until you said yes. “Yes! Oh god yes! I’ll do whatever you want Mike. Just please please let me cum” You wailed as tears escaped your eyes.

Shoving three of his fingers inside you he fucked you through your orgasm. You almost blacked out. He laid on his side next to you propping himself up on his elbow. He was grinning down at you. “You’ll quit your job too.” He stated but you knew it was more of a demand.

“I can’t do that. I said I’ll move in with you no” You looked at him before closing your eyes again. Still recovering from your earth shattering orgasm.

“Why not?” His grin dropped instantly and he frowned at you. “I will take care of you. I need you at home.”

“I – what if we break up...” you trailed off. Even if you didn’t want to entertain the idea. It was very much possible that you would.

“We won’t. Why? Do you plan on breaking up with me?”

“No I just” You rubbed your temples really needing a cuddle session and not this conversation “I just need security. It’s not like we’re married or even engaged” You sighed and added “yet” just so he wouldn’t think the worst again.

“Then let’s” He murmured tracing a finger along your belly button.

“Let’s what?”

“let’s get married” He pressed kisses on your jaw and down your neck.

“I – wait are you proposing?” You asked completely confused.

“I guess I need to spell it out for you” He gave you an unimpressed look “Marry me”

And really you couldn’t find a single reason to say no. He had battled his demons and won over them. He had a stable job which made him happy. He promised to take care of you. You were scared of the unknown future. But come what may you’ll both face it together.

***

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[wiypt-writes]

25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 14: Dreaming Of A Weiss Christmas

Summary: Mike ends up in the ER and he’s not in a good way…

Pairing: Mike Wess (Puncture) x Sunny Side Up Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, reference to drug abuse (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 2.4k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

A/N: So I imagine the reader here to be the same one from my smutty one shot- Sunny Side Up

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist  /

Day 13: Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim v The World)

Your feet ached and your legs were tired on account of you not sitting down once since you’d arrived for your shift six hours ago. It was the last Friday before Christmas, and seemingly everyone in Delaware was out celebrating. Which of course, meant plenty of action in the ER.

You'd seen it all tonight. Literally. A Santa with an elf kink, an elf with a candy cane kink, a few horrific accidents, eggnog poisoning, drugs, babies with RSV. And now you had a bus on its way in with a man in his mid-thirties, found collapsed in his office by his secretary.

Or at least that was what the call on the radio was.

You snorted, thinking it was a cover for a wild affair and a good time before he was due to go home to his wife.

You quickly checked your phone, no word from Mike, but you knew he was working late trying to tie up the last bit of paper work on his latest case before he finished for the holiday. You were spending a quiet Christmas alone before the Dazinger family arrived for New Years, and you were looking forward to seeing them again. They hadn’t been over since the spring, and you and Mike hadn’t made it back to Texas despite your intentions and you knew he missed his best pal.

"Bus is pulling in, Dr Y/L/N. Bay 5." An admitting nurse came by and grabbed you.

“Okay,” you stopped by the sanitizer station to scrub your hands before you grabbed a pair of gloves and headed over. “So, what have we got?” You asked, your eyes focussed on your hands as you pulled on your gloves.

“34-year-old male, found collapsed on the floor of his office,” the paramedic spoke as you looked up quickly to show you were listening, as the nurses began bustling around. “He’s been in and out of it a little, complaining of acute abdominal pain. Possible appendicitis.”

“You give him anything?” You asked as your eyes flicked to the bed and then, your breath caught as you stared at the man whose face was contorted in pain.

“No, he refused everything…”

"Mike? Jesus, alright, he's a recovered addict. Let's transfer him to the bed from the gurney on three."

Once Mike was in place, you hastily moved to his side and gripped his hand, “hey.”

He blinked at you and gave you a small smile before he groaned again, his fingers tightening around yours.

“Wait, this is your Mike?” One of the nurses spoke and you nodded. “Want me to grab another doctor?”

"No, I'm okay. There's no one else."

“Fuck,” Mike whimpered.

“Okay, he’s gonna need something for the pain,” you bit your lip.

“No…” he groaned, and you sighed.

“Giving him Tylenol or Motrin is gonna be like going after Godzilla with a Nerf gun at the moment: pretty pointless,” Sandy, the staff nurse looked at you.

“I know, I just…” Mike gave another loud groan of pain you sighed, “okay, let’s give him a small amount of oxycodone to start with. Absolutely no morphine.”

“Babe,” you moved back to his head, your hand stroking over his hair, “we’re gonna give you something to make you a little bit more comfortable but I promise it’s gonna be okay,” you smiled as he looked at you, “you’ve done really well the last three years, you're not a higher risk of relapse, it’s normal procedure.”

“No…no needles,” he looked at you and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll get you a pill.”

"Yeah," he grimaced, his body curling into itself.

As Sandy headed off for his pain relief, you managed to get him to lay down and you unclipped the suspenders from his beige coloured slacks.

“What did Janet say about your tie?” You tried to distract him as you began undoing his navy-blue dress shirt. You were referring to the ugliest Christmas you could find for him you'd found in a thrift store uptown.

"Brilliant," he sweat out against his paler than usual complexion.

A second nurse spoke, "Temp is 104.7."

"Alright," you got to work, Mike no longer your boyfriend but your current patient, separating your emotions from the job required. "Mike, you're gonna have to let me start an IV. I promise that's the only needle, alright?"

“No.”

“Mike, we have no choice. We can do it into the back of your hand, not your arm.”

He swallowed and then finally agreed.

“Okay, now I need you to tell me where it hurts?” You gently prodded his stomach and he gave a yell, before he turned onto his side and vomited on the floor.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure this acute appendicitis.” You looked at Sandy as she returned with his painkillers.

“Want me to order an ultrasound?”

“No, let’s get him straight into the OR, if he’s in this much pain, then it could be at risk of rupturing and sepsis”

“I errr, I hate to ask but…”

“Yeah, I got our insurance details.” You nodded, watching as Mike was now led back, his left arm slung over his forehead as your junior doctor successfully attached the IV to the back of his hand.

From then on, things moved pretty fast. Your clinical lead told you to stay with Mike, much to your relief, and you headed up to the OR with him. Thankfully, he was taken straight in, but just as he was being wheeled through the doors, he gripped your hand tight.

“Babe…”

“I’m gonna be right outside, okay? And I’ll be there when you wake up.”

He managed a nod before being wheeled off.

******

Thankfully, he’d been brought in just in time. His appendix was severely inflamed but not ruptured and so could be removed via laparoscopy instead of full open surgery. You shed a few tears of relief as the surgeon relayed that to you as you stood watching from the observation room.

This meant that, provided everything went well, he’d be able to go home soon and be back to his normal routine within a week or so. But most importantly of all, it meant his pain wouldn’t be unbearable and you should be able to manage it carefully with an appropriate prescription.

An hour and a half later you were sat in his recovery room, waiting for him to come round from the anaesthesia. You sat at his bedside, still in your scrubs and now your glasses perched on your nose. His hand was held tightly between both of yours as you watched him come to.

He stirred, a soft groan slipping from his lips as he blinked. Once, twice, three times, his head lolling to the side.

"Hey," you spoke softly, his groggy eyes landing on yours.

“Y/N…” he muttered.

“Hey…”

“No, I need Y/N.” He shook his head, his eyes remaining closed.

“I’m here…”

“No, I need her.”

You took a deep breath, you’d dealt with enough cases of postoperative delirium to know that it wasn’t worth upsetting him, especially when he wouldn’t remember a thing he was saying now once the fog cleared.

“Okay, she’s busy but I’ll page her. For the time being, I’ll just wait here, okay?”

"Yeah." He croaked.

You reached up to check the oxygen flow, increasing it slightly to help with his brain function and sat back down.

“Can you remember why you’re in here?”

“Erm… pain. Appendix.”

“Yeah, good. It all went well, you’ll be able to go home in a day or so.”

"No drugs," he mumbled.

"No, only the bare minimum for inflammation, pain management and discomfort. Nothing beyond Tylenol or Motron when you’re discharged, none of the hard stuff."

"Where's Y/N?"

“On her way.” You assured him. “Now, just try and rest.”

"Yeah," he closed his eyes and you leaned in to press your lips to his cheek.

He flinched and pulled away, his eyes remaining shut, “I don’t… no, sorry, I love Y/N,” he sighed

“Well, word has it she loves you too.” You smiled a little to yourself.

“Don’t deserve her.” He mumbled

"Yeah, why's that?"

“I put her through some…” he licked his lips. “Drugs, she saved…my life.”

You grabbed the water cup nearby, gently. Tilting it to his lips. "You do deserve her."

"I...it’s Christmas next week. Got her something special."

“Yeah? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

“Had to hide it,” he lay back, his eyes looking at the ceiling, “she likes to go lookin’ for her gifts.”

You smirked. You did, a horrible habit you'd had since a little girl that had now grown into a game for the two of you.

“This one has to be a surprise. So I wrapped it,” Mike grinned, “and it’s in a box in another box in another box under the tree. So she can’t peak."

"Interesting."

“I hope it fits.”

That caught your attention. "Fits?"

He nodded, his eyes closing. “I think it’s her size, I had to steal…” at that he gave a little yawn.

"Just rest, Mike." You encouraged. "Y/N will be here soon."

He fell silent, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as his chest fell and rose steadily.

You watched him, tears in your eyes as you had a funny feeling you know what that present was.

A few months ago the ring that your grandma had given you had mysteriously vanished only to reappear on top of the microwave. You had at the time assumed you’d removed it when cleaning and forgotten but now… well, you found yourself realising that Mike must have borrowed it.

To check the size of a ring he had bought you.

"Oh Mike," you whispered tearfully. You had so many emotions. Sad you inadvertently spoiled the surprise, elated he was asking and incredibly happy because the two of you'd come so far.

It was an hour later when you heard your name being spoken. You jerked awake, having dozed off on the chair. Two blue eyes locked onto yours and you gave a tired smile as Mike reached for your hand.

“Hey, babe.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked, your fingers tightening gently round his.

"Fucked up," he dryly chuckled.

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “They got your appendix out easily, you just need to rest up for a while and then you can come home.”

“Did the other doctor call you?”

“Other doctor?”

“Yeah, there was one here before. I was talking it her. She seemed nice. Pretty, but not a patch on you.”

"Oh, Weiss." You ran your thumb over his cheek.

****

A day later, Mike was allowed home with strict instructions not to do anything to strenuous.

To his credit, he was the perfect home patient, filling his time with making cookies and various other treats as per his favourite pastime and in what felt like the blink of an eye, it was Christmas Eve and the pair of you were snuggled on the sofa, you thanking your lucky stars your shift patterns had given you the coveted Christmas Day holiday.

Mike was a little restless, his leg twitching every so often and you looked up at him, your hands softly running through the hair on the back of his head.

“You seem agitated, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m… err… can I give you one of your presents now?” He looked at you, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink and you smiled.

You did your best to stay calm, despite the fact your heart had leapt into your throat.

“Erm, okay.”

Ever so carefully he moved over to the tree, taking to his knees and digging out the box he sought.

“Mike, be careful.” You said softly, “you shouldn’t be bending.”

"I'm fine, it's for a second." He slowly brought himself upright and walked back to the couch with you. He sat carefully down and sighed handing you the box.

You looked at him, and then with hands that you were trying desperately to keep still you tore off the paper and opened the box. Sure bough, inside was a slightly smaller wrapped box. You looked at Mike who grinned as you playfully rolled your eyes and opened the second box to reveal a third.

And that was when you felt Mike stiffen besides you. Pretending not to notice you tore the paper off and then lifted the lid, your hand flying to your mouth as you saw the deep red, Cartier ring box.

"Mike...." you whispered with a tremble in your voice.

"I've waited a long time for this, for someone like you to come into my life and I had just about given up on everything. I did give up on everything. And there you were." He slowly took to a knee before you, a slight grimace to his face.

"You don't..." you started but he silenced you.

"No, I've got to." He took the ring box and slipped that promise out, your hand free in his own. "You saved my life. You gave me a purpose that I never thought I had. Y/N, you've put up with all my shit and seen me at my very worst, literally vomiting and sweating out years of terribly wrong decisions. But since the second we met, I've made only the right ones and all I want to do is make each and every decision from here on out with you and only you. Please make me a kept man, Y/N. Marry me?"

“A kept man?” You spluttered a laugh as he gave you his signature grin, “oh Mikey… yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

He grinned more and slipped the ring over your left ring finger. Your lips latched to his immediately as you tearfully accepted.

“I love you, Mike Weiss,” you whispered against his mouth, “so much.”

"I love you, Y/N Weiss." He smirked. He looked down at your hands. "A perfect fit. "You didn’t comment that you’d already sussed his efforts with your grandma’s ring, instead you let him explain all that to you, taking in the shine in his eyes.

****

Later that night the pair of you lay naked in bed, tangled around one another. Your love making had been slow, not least because of his recovery, but also because the mood was just that. Slow and intimate.

As you slept, Mike pressed a kiss to your head. He knew that you’d known about the ring. As soon as one of the nurses told him you hadn’t left his side since he came out of the operating room, he’d quickly realised the other doctor he’s been chatting shit to had been you.

But the fact you’d been happy to hide that and wait, give him his moment made his heart swell.

"Mrs Weiss," he chuckled. "It's perfect."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Weiss." You murmured against his chest.

“Dreaming of a Weiss Christmas, huh babe?”

At that you let out a tired groan and Mike laughed.

“Idiot.”m

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Day 15: Steve Rogers (Marvel)

#wiypt25daysofchrismas #day 14 #mike weiss #mike mess x reader #reader insert #chris evans characters

[simplystevies]

flowers on the wall

pairings || steve rogers x hydra!reader

summary || your new therapist asks you about your past with captain america.

warnings || not too much, angst i guess??

note || this is just a teaser for my new mini series, mike weiss (from the movie puncture not the actual mike weiss) is who i thought the therapist was but, imagine whoever.

wc || 869

“tell me about it.” the voice echoed. a shudder drifted down your spine, lifting goosebumps on your skin.

“about what?” you replied, looking around the darkness.

“you know.”

the quiet hum of chatter was heard beside you. you turned to see a man with a red skull. “then how come you’re running?” captain america yelled. a hand connected with your shoulder and pulled you into the elevator.

you grumbled and waited in silence, crossing your arms as the elevator went up and down. once at the garage, you hopped into the car and drove off. you hummed as you tapped the wheel.

“tell me more about him.”

you watched from the balcony as the infamous howling commandos broke through the door and started shooting at anyone in their way. captain america looked up to you, his eyes connecting with yours.

you swang your legs slightly, your head tilting. he gave you a small smile before turning back to his team. once he left, you slipped down and left the facility.

“when did you know you loved him?” you felt your hair stand on your skin. “i didn’t— don’t love him.” you spat, and suddenly you were back in the room with the flowers on the wall.

“if you didn’t love him, then why did you drop it all for him? why did he ask for you to be pardoned?” the young man asked. he looked to be in his thirties, his hair styled in a quiff, messy beard.

you rolled your eyes, looking straight into his. they were similar to the shade steve’s eyes were, but no one was steve. “just because he asked for my pardon, doesn’t mean i’m in love with him.”

the man, mike, chuckled, shaking his head. “let me rephrase, why didn’t you kill him when you had the chance?”

you had many chances to kill captain america. the one your mind went to was on the plane. you watched as johann schmidt disappeared into the glowing blue cube.

at the same time, both you and captain america looked at each other. you ran for him, tackling him onto the floor. your hand wrapped around his neck, your fist raising.

“please, y/n, please.” he spat out, wincing at the pressure you put on his neck. you gasped, looking into his deep blue eyes. you dropped your hand, releasing his neck.

he groaned and let his head fall back against the floor. his face regained its natural colour, he caught his breath and sighed. you watched as he recovered, sitting back on his lap.

“how did you know my name?” you asked, chewing on your lip. he opened his eyes. “my name.. is steve rogers.. i worked with howard stark.” the name broke your heart.

your eyes teared up as you looked back down to him. “i knew him.” you said, getting off his lap. “yeah, yeah i know, can you tell me where this plane is going?” he stood up, walking to the control panel.

the tears that fell down your cheeks were wiped quickly. “um.. new york, manhattan, all over america really.” you stood up, standing next to him. “why?” he asked.

“well?” mike asked, crossing his leg over the other. “because he wanted to… he wanted to bomb america, take them down.” you shook your head, still trying to think.

steve sighed and sat down, pushing and pulling any button or switch he could find. “can you fly it?” he asked, looking back at you. you shook your head and sighed, sitting on the floor.

“hey, hey, i need you next to me, okay? i need you right here.” steve said, lifting you up. you nodded and held onto the side of his chair. steve grabbed the yoke, moving it slightly to see it still worked.

steve looked over at you with sympathy in his eyes. “i have to bring her down, are you okay with that? will we survive?” he asked, holding onto your hand. you shrugged and looked at the hands.

next thing you knew, steve was pushing the yoke forward and standing slightly, pulling you in and leaning into your body.

“and what happened?” mike asked, sitting forward. you looked down to your thighs and shrugged. “i just.. felt cold, really cold.” you whispered, picking the skin around your nails off.

mike sighed and leaned back. “so, how did you survive?” he uncrossed his legs, checking his watch. “i was injected with the serum, i told you this.” you huffed, feeling like the world had been lifted from your shoulders.

“that’s the end of our session, i’ll see you here again, same time next week?” he sat up, extending his hand to you. you looked down at his hand before looking back up at him.

he smiled and retracted his hand. “i thought i’d try it, have you spoken to steve? since you two went under?” mike asked, scratching the back of his neck. you shook your head and picked up your jacket, putting it on.

“was just checking, you have my number if you need me for anything, y/n.” the name sent shivers down your spine as you nodded. “you made good progress today, you’re doing better.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Taking My Heart Masterlist COMING SOON

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...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

#taking my heart #mike weiss #mike weiss x reader #mike weiss x fem!reader #mike weiss x y/n #mike weiss x you #dark!mike weiss

[et-lesailes]

title: the inside scoop

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2461

summary: you are a reporter with a certain favorite celebrity to interview, and you’re more than excited to talk to him about his latest movie, knives out. little do you know that your massive crush on him is actually requited.

themes: fluff

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You’re quickly wrapping up with hair and makeup, looking at your reflection in the mirror trying not to smile so much. You were particularly happy to wake up for work that day, all because of who you’re interviewing today.

You’ve had the pleasure of working with Chris Evans a few times before, and while at first it was his looks that drew you in, it didn’t take long for you to simply fall in love with his entire being. The first time was a little nerve wracking. You had seen other interviews where he seemed a little grumpy, tired, and annoyed with the questions he was being asked, and so you had put as much thought into your own questions as possible. You refused to be like the other journalists and reporters, the ones who simply asked Marvel related questions or how he worked out. It was easy to see that this man had personality much deeper than that, and you were always eager to explore it. You remember how your heart had been pounding right before that first interview, but the second the two of you started talking, it was simply… amazing. Despite only having known him for minutes, you had already felt perfectly comfortable and secure with him, as if you had known him for years. You had heard from others that he had that effect on people, but you never imagined it was to that extent.

Now here you are, getting ready for your fifth interview with him. Another thing you love about Chris is that he actually remembers who you are, each and every time. It always makes you feel special, though you have to remind yourself to calm down- he’s simply considerate and personable, he probably remembers other reporters he’s seen multiple times too.

“Alright, you’re all set. Chris finished up a few minutes ago, he’s probably out there getting seated.” The stylist tells you, and you smile up at him with a nod. “Thank you!” Standing up, you take a deep breath as you inspect yourself in the mirror. You’ve become used to seeing celebrities as a part of your job, but Chris is the only one who has your heart racing and butterflies fluttering. Even interviewing Jason Momoa for Aquaman couldn’t get you as simultaneously excited and nervous as appearing before Chris; you have the biggest crush on him, but at the same time, what can you do about it? Honestly, you’re convinced he probably has a secret girlfriend- it simply makes no sense to you that a man like him is single.

‘Thank God for hair and makeup,’ you think to yourself, pleased with your appearance- it’s not too overdone, but just the right amount, mainly just so the lighting doesn’t wash you out on camera. You gather your cards and take another breath, forcing yourself to calm down before going out to where the chairs are- you were hoping to play it cool, but the second you see him, a wide smile emerges on your face. How a man can look so handsome simply sitting there wearing a long sleeve maroon sweater and fitted jeans while playing around with a water bottle in his hands, you have no idea. “Hi there! Sorry to keep you waiting.” You greet him, and he looks up, immediately grinning. “Oh, hey, Y/N!” To your surprise, he stands up and extends his arms out for a hug, pulling you in for a warm embrace as if you’re a longtime friend he hasn’t seen in a while. You’re shocked but you quickly take the opportunity to hug him back, resisting the urge to inhale how damn good he smells. His broad chest feels so warm and perfect against you, and you swear you could be in this position forever.

“How have you been?” you ask as normally as you can, finally pulling back with a smile and gesturing for him to sit as you do as well. “Oh, same old, same old. I have to say though, I’ve been looking forward to this. I love interviewing with you, you always ask such awesome questions!” he compliments you, and you’re squealing on the inside. “Ahh, now I feel so much pressure!” you joke, though give him an appreciative smile as you cross your legs. “Thank you, though. That means a lot, I really do try to avoid the questions actors seem to hear all the time.”

“I’ve noticed, and I appreciate it.” Chris replies with a smile, his blue eyes sparkling more beautifully than the goddamn ocean. It’s truly overwhelming how handsome he is; you feel as though looking at him is like staring right into the sun sometimes. “I’m glad to hear that,” you say somewhat shyly, but clear your throat, glancing towards the cameraman. “We ready to start?” 

“All good,” he replies with a thumbs up, and you wait for the signal before beginning with a smile. “Hello, everyone! I’m Y/N, and I’m here with Chris Evans today to talk a little about his latest movie, Knives Out!” Chris waves to the camera with a little smile, but almost immediately looks back towards you. “Glad to be here, Y/N.” God, you love when he says your name. ‘Hold it together, Y/N.’ You think to yourself; thankfully, your job basically consists of looking composed on the outside, and so you’ve at least had plenty of practice.

You give a brief summary of the movie to begin, then go into speaking about his character, Ransom. Looking towards him, you tilt your head slightly. “Now I know you played the ultimate golden boy when it came to Captain America, but a lot of your roles in the past have actually had a more twisted and angsty side. Curtis Everett in Snowpiercer, Syd in London, Mike Weiss in Puncture, and especially Bryce Langley in Fierce People. Was it a difficult adjustment going back to playing a more villainous character, or did you have a good time with it?”

“Wow. Even bringing out Fierce People, huh? You really did your research,” he teases, making you laugh softly before he continues to answer, looking thoughtful. “Honestly, it was pretty fun. Don’t get me wrong, I loved playing Captain America and the other lighter, comedic roles are fun too. But being a little wicked and vile is pretty entertaining as an actor. I missed it a lot, and I think I clicked with it again pretty easily.” He pauses before laughing, looking at the camera. “I make that seem like I’m just naturally an evil person. Like, ‘Yeah, it’s so easy for me to be an asshole on camera- because I am one in real life!’” he makes fun of himself, and you can’t help but laugh again as you reply playfully, “Well, you are from Boston, aren’t you? What are they called over there? Massholes?” He blinks and laughs loudly, grabbing his left pec which only makes you giggle to yourself and feel oddly triumphant at the same time. You love making him laugh. “Oh God, you’ve heard that term? Yeah, I’d say that definitely describes me pretty well.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re not that bad.” You remark playfully, then realize you should probably stop transitioning this interview into flirtatious banter, and so you decide to move on to the next question. “Now for this particular movie, you have a variety of actors and actresses around you- some who are insanely experienced and have been in the industry for decades, and some who, while experienced, are young and only continue to climb upwards in their career. How did you feel, being a part of that? Does it bring back memories, does it influence you, do you influence or guide them?” you ask curiously, continuing, “You’re such an accomplished actor, and this cast was pretty remarkable as well- I imagine there were all sorts of different feelings working with them.” 

Chris nods as he listens carefully, smiling and even looking somewhat intrigued. “That’s a great question. Yeah, I was definitely pretty nervous actually. I really wanted this role, and I was kind of intimidated going into it all. These people are amazing, honestly. I feel like I’ve learned so much from them, from Daniel to Jaeden, and I can only hope that I’m able to be a good influence on other actors as the ones I look up to are to me. It’s interesting that you mention memories, though. Seeing younger actors and actresses always reminds me of myself when I was younger- and then proceeds to make me feel very old.” He laughs, shaking his head to himself. “But watching Jaeden and Katherine, God, they’re great. They have such drive, ambition, and they’ve already made it so far. They’re so fun and I’m pretty sure I was nowhere near as talented as them at that age, but I definitely remember having that energy.” 

You can’t help but smile as you listen to him. You’ve seen in other interviews that he wants to start a family one day, and that he’s excited to be a father. It’s adorable to you that he appreciates younger castmates so much, and even shows respect to them as actors. “You don’t think you still have that energy?” you tease, and he laughs, making an “eh” gesture with his hand. “Sometimes, but I’m telling you, I’ve gotten old. Years of action movies and stunts will do that to you,” he jokes, and you remember that he actually did a lot of his own stunts for the Captain America movies- no wonder he has such nice muscles. “Well, if it’s any consolation, you certainly don’t look old.” You can’t help but reply, but glance back down at your cards, forcing yourself to stay on track. The cameraman, one of your friends, is probably snickering to himself, and you bet you’re going to get quite interesting comments once this video is uploaded. How can you not go back and forth with him though, just a little? He makes it so easy, what with his perfect sense of humor, contagious laugh, and mere eye contact. He makes you feel like a person, a friend, not just some nosy reporter.

After a few more questions (and a teensy bit of flirting), the interview finally comes to an end. “I hope you guys are excited to watch this movie, because I’m telling you, it’s a good one- and I think everyone will be very entertained by Ransom Drysdale.” You remark with a raised brow, looking to him with a soft laugh. “Thank you for coming, Chris!” He smiles charmingly, waving at the camera. “Thanks for having me, Y/N. I had a great time.”

The cameraman signals that he’s stopped recording, but flashes you a little smirk before turning to the crew to discuss the work that needs to happen next. You blush slightly but clear your throat, looking up at him- you hate this part because he’ll have to leave soon, but you’re hoping you can squeeze in just a little conversation before that happens. “Seriously, thanks again. Honestly, you’re one of my favorite celebrities to interview,” you admit with a slight laugh, biting your lip. “You actually answer with… depth.” He laughs too, barely leaning forward. “Oh, yeah? Are you accusing celebrities of being airheads?” 

“Some of them!” you can’t help but answer bluntly, and both of you are laughing again. Now he bites his lip, suddenly looking at you a little more intensely than before- you hope your cheeks aren’t becoming as red as they feel. “Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?” You nod a little too fast, your curiosity piqued. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Do you, uh…” he pauses for a few moments before chuckling slightly, waving his hand. “Ah, fuggit, I’m just gonna come out with it.” His Boston accent comes out even stronger than usual as he swears, and you love and hate how attractive it sounds. “Are you dating anyone?” 

Your heart is pounding at this point, and you have to force yourself to respond in a way in which your voice doesn’t shake. “No, I’m not.” You cock your head, holding back a smile. “Why do you ask…?” He seems to look pleased about this, even visibly perking up before suddenly looking uncertain again, laughing awkwardly. “Okay. Okay, um, please tell me if this is crossing any lines. Like, please. Don’t be scared to slap me, even.” He jokes, and now you’re feeling the excitement bubbling up inside, though at the same time your brain is screaming at you not to raise your hopes up. “I have permission to slap you. Noted.” You tease in return, proud of yourself that you still somehow seem to have your wits intact. He laughs, eyes twinkling as he continues, “I know we’ve only had a professional relationship but… I was… kinda hoping I could take you out sometime. Dinner, walking the dog, a movie, ice cream, roller skating- anything. I just… man, I really want to get to know you.” He confesses, and it takes you everything to not practically jump up and down and squeal right there. You’re shocked. You truly never thought that someone as famous and attractive as him would be interested in a mere reporter.

“Chris.” You smile widely, nothing but eagerness in your sparkling eyes. “I would love that.” You blush slightly, adding, “If we’re being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for like, years now.” Chris widens his eyes, scoffing in playful frustration as he buries his head in his hands. “You’re serious? God dammit, I knew I should have asked you earlier!” He looks up at you again, sighing deeply. “I really just assumed you were dating someone. Hell, even married. I mean, look at you, you’re gorgeous, funny, smart…. And you have depth.” He refers to your previous comment, and you laugh, though blush madly as you do so. “Thanks,” you reply softly- you swear you’ve never felt this much happiness in your life. 

His manager comes up behind him, gently tapping his shoulder. “Chris, we should get going. We have another interview to get to.” He blinks, looking somewhat disappointed but nods, looking back to you. “Mind if I get your number, then? We can talk later?” 

You nod, biting your lip delightedly as he hands you his phone as if you’re a child receiving a king sized candy bar. After putting your number in, you give it back- only to be wrapped up in another hug from him. “I’ll see ya real soon,” he whispers in your ear, and you’re blushing even deeper than before, though you nod with a little giggle.

“I can’t wait.”

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[holylulusworld]

The assistant (9) - Revenge for champions

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Former!Boss!Steve Rogers x Former!Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, protective brothers, Lloyd being Lloyd, fluff, domestic brothers, Steve Rogers being annoying, arguments

The assistant masterlist

The assistant (8) – A Captain and six brothers

That bastard is still out there. He’s lurking,” Lloyd grumbles angrily. “Let me get the big guns out. I’ll kill him with one precise blow to his ugly face.”

“Lloyd we talked about this. We won’t kill Captain America,” Andy tuts. He checks on the security cameras again.

“But the thought is nice—” Lloyd flashes his brother a smirk. “Right? Don’t you want to lose control sometimes and just punch the asshole?”

“You’ll only break your hand,” you grab Lloyd’s hand before he can punch an invisible enemy. “We talked about this. Let me handle my former boss. He’s stubborn but will lose interest soon enough.”

“I don’t think he will leave anytime soon,” Ari looks out of the window to keep an eye on Steve. He’s sitting in front of the gate, pouting like an angry child.

“Fine,” you huff. “He leaves me no choice.” You get your phone out to call someone to get Steve off your friends’ property. “I hate getting him involved, but this can’t be helped.”

“Gentlemen,” Tony watches you and the brothers step out of the mansion. He grins and licks his lips at Steve’s reaction. The captain barks orders at your friends, ready to take the gate down.

“Mr. Stark, thank you for coming,” you usher the brothers toward the gate. “I didn’t know what else to do. The captain won’t believe me that I stay at my friends’ place on free terms.”

Tony flashes you a smile. He’s still disappointed that you didn’t want to work for him but understands that you needed space and tried to start a new life, with a new job. 

“Anything for you, darling,” he gives you a curt nod before turning his attention toward Steve. “Cap, we should go now. Here’s nothing for us to do.”

“Tony, they are holding Y/N hostage,” Steve points at you standing next to the brothers. Ari, Lloyd, and Curtis immediately crowd you. “See, they won’t let her breathe. I can only imagine what they have done to her since she came here.”

“OH, yeah,” Tony smirks at his friend. “She looks very displeased.” He quirks a brow. 

“See—” Steve nods. “You can see it too!”

“Steve, I tried to be sarcastic. Y/N is glowing and looks happy. We should leave her and her friends alone.”

“No! I won’t leave her to these vultures wanting to take advantage of her kindness and innocence. I have to save her!”

“Ah,” the cocky billionaire nods thoughtfully. “I think we are having a Snow White situation here.” Tony smirks at his friend. 

“What do you mean, asshat?” Lloyd grunts, ready to fight Iron Man and Captain America if he must.

“Seven guys longing for one woman?” Tony snickers. “Six brothers and one Captain trying to win the beautiful princess’s heart over.”

“I understand that reference, but I’m not a dwarf, Tony,” Steve grunts. “If she’s Snow White, then I’m the Prince Charming!” He points at the brother. “And these men are not friendly dwarfs but criminals and kidnappers.”

“Hey! I’m not a dwarf either, Iron Bucket,” Lloyd angrily glares at Tony. “I know you were always good to Y/N, but I won’t let you get away with insulting me…or my brothers.”

“Wait! I think Snow White got seven dwarfs, right?” Mike throws in. He furrows his brows, struggling to remember the fairytale their mother used to read to him. “We are only six.”

“This makes Captain asshole the seventh dwarf,” Curtis laughs loudly. “I think he’s the one they called Dopey. He doesn’t understand the simplest things.”

“I’ll free Y/N!” Steve points his index finger at Curtis. “You won’t hurt her on my watch.”

“Hurt her?” Jake has had enough. He steps toward the gate, hands wrapping around the bars. Jake sneers at Steve and grits his teeth. “The only person hurting her was you! She lost her job, the one she loved because you wanted to stick your dick into that stupid bitch’s snatch. What a man you are. Ordering food for everyone but the sweet woman saving your ungrateful ass every day.”

“You know nothing about me and Y/N!” Steve angrily replies. “I-I made mistakes but tried to apologize. When I came to her home, she was gone. Kidnapped by you and your brothers!”

“We didn’t kidnap her! Y/N is my friend. She came to my café to tell me about all the shit you pulled on her. Day after day she worked her cute ass off to make your life easier. Was it too much to ask for that you gave her a little respect and paid for her fucking lunch?” Jake kicks the bars. “I swear, you’re lucky the gate is in between us. If not, you’d be dog food.”

“Whoa, Jakie,” Lloyd places his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Freaking out and threatening people to kill them is my job. How about you bring Y/N back inside and leave this job to me and Ari.”

“She stands right behind you, Lloyd,” you grunt and slap Lloyd’s ass. “I can speak for myself.” You step next to Jake to look Steve in the eyes. “Listen, I know you believe what you are doing is the right thing, but you couldn’t be more wrong. These men are my friends. Jake is my friend and he’d never hurt me. Please just leave.”

“But they—” Steve points at Lloyd. “I don’t trust them. I know you are kind and believe people are always good, but there are bad people out there, who wanting to take advantage of a pretty girl like you. I can’t let them do this to you.”

“My friends won’t harm me in any way,” you purse your lips. “I’m not like Sandy, a damsel in distress. I don’t look tough like Agent Romanoff, but I know how to defend myself.”

“She can defend herself,” Ari places his hand on your shoulder, “but she doesn’t have to. We are here to defend her and her honor. So, if you’d kindly fuck off now, we want to have dinner with our lovely Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t you have anything to say?” Steve despairs. He can see the determination in your eyes and can only hope you are not wrong. He’d never forgive himself if these men take advantage of you. “Do something!”

“Alright,” Tony claps his hands. “I got enough of this, kiddos. I’m too old for this shit.” He says. “Even though, Capsicle is older than me.” 

“Tony!” 

“How about you let Steve stay for the night? He promises to behave, and you promise to let him have a look at Y/N’s room.”

“He can have a look at my ass before I let him inside my home!” Lloyd points at his ass. 

“Uh-I don’t know,” Mike murmurs. “If he can have a look around the house and sees that we are treating Y/N with respect, he’ll leave us alone.”

“I hate to say it, but Mike ain’t wrong,” Andy throws in. “He won’t leave and I’m not much into getting spied on. Having Captain America lurk around your house is bad for our reputation. People will start asking questions.”

Steve watches the brothers and you discuss Tony’s suggestion. He uses his enhanced hearing to listen to your heartbeat. Your heart beats normally. You’re not afraid at the moment, but he’s still not convinced that you are not in danger.

“Fine by me.” Steve finally says. 

“The shield stays outside,” Lloyd points at Steve’s shield. “…and you won’t set foot into our home wearing your ugly suit. Civilian clothes, no shield.”

“He’ll follow your rules and leave your house, tomorrow morning,” Tony stretches his hand out. “I give you my word, Mr. Hansen.”

“I’ll keep you up on that promise,” Lloyd grabs Tony’s hand. He squeezes hard, making sure Tony knows the man in front of him isn’t afraid of Iron Man at all. “If you break it…well…you don’t want to know what happens if you fuck with Lloyd Hansen.”

“Revenge for champions will happen,” Ari grunts. He points at Tony. “You better keep your buddy in line. If not, I’ll release the beast.”

“…I’m the beast,” Lloyd smirks darkly. “I love letting hellfire rain down on my enemies. Especially when I can defend our sweet Y/N…”

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[steveng-rogers]

Gymcandy fic

Title: A favor 

Pairings: GymCandy Mike Weiss x Lance Tucker 

Summary: Mike wanted to gain something else from Lance after. Will Lance give it to him? 

Word Count: 1,327

Warning: Explicit 18+. Use of alcohol and drugs. Badly written mythological relatable shit. Bad words. A small daddy kink. Cum play. angst. Degradation kink, rough sex. Choking. (If theres anything else that I should add let me know)

A/N: This was a challenge to write, but this is also for @happygowriting’s The Hat Draw Challenge. The prompt given to me will be italicized and in bold. Happy 1k sweetheart <3

Mike won a lot of cases. Cases that he won are worth the fight. That’s every single one of them. The price is not just money, but a good reputation too. He’s a great lawyer and he knows it. He takes a lot of pride in it because there’s barely anything in his life that he can take pride in. Which is fine, too many things can distract him. 

Then walk in Lance Tucker. He has never seen someone so into themselves to the point of thinking they’re deity. To Mike, that suits Lance. He was a bright streak of red and blue in his grey life. 

So that was his goal, to earn the deity’s favor and hopefully keep him in his life. Lance is Zeus and Mike, well that would something he can determine for himself at the end. 

The case that was with Lance was a thing of absolute disaster. Like a huge, unbearable headache in Lance’s head and all Mike wants to do is be the wedge that can get the headache out. He was hopeful that something can come out of that headache. 

And somewhat, something did happen between them. 

It was the night after they won the case. He was at Lance’s house, overlooking the city. The party was rowdy and elegant at the same time. Athletes, agents, coaches, Lance’s personal pr team, and of course the god of gymnastic himself. 

Lance celebrated like they were all in mount Olympus like they’ve won a major battle and in actuality they did. There is booze, drugs, men, and women and gold, everything gold. There’s even a bathtub in the middle of the living room filled with ice and fuck ton of champagne bottles. 

Mike has never seen anything like it. Party so over the top, but also not tacky. It was so Lance. 

The night ends with him on top of Lance. He gained that favor like he’s been promising himself from the start. 

Lance was hard and beautiful. God did a great job carving Lance. 

Mike licks his lips as he watches Lance lined the coke down his happy trail, cutting the tatted ribbon up with the white powder. 

Mike snorts those snows up like it was his last breath. He hooks his fingers on the Lance’s red Klein and pulls them down, revealing the actual gold he’d been wanting. 

The way it bounces up proudly, the clear precum trickled down from the slit to mix with the remaining coke on Lance’s skin. By the fucking gods, those are things men go to battle for. 

Mike lick those up, hungrily. He even gets his mouth wrapped around the crown of Lance’s cock. “Fuck, Mike.” Lance moaned for the first time and it was perfect. His name at the end sounds like sirens calling him out to meet his doom in the sweetest ways imaginable. 

He handles Lance as if he owns him and by the end of the night, he would, or would he?

Lance is in all fours, his back arched so beautifully that Mike found his calloused hand follows its curve. Once he reached his ass, Mike gave him a nice hard spank. 

“Mike..” Lance whimpered, but his ass rocked back as if he wants him to give him more. 

Oh, and he did. 

His lubed-up fingers found their way inside Lance, making the man a moaning mess. Lance didn’t hold back, especially when it comes to pleasure. Mike loves that. 

He curls up his fingers as he opened him up some more. “How does that feel? Your favorite lawyer is about to have his dick up this spoiled ass.”

Lance pulls his head up and turns his head to side-eye Mike. “Bold of you to think you’re my favorite of anything,” Lance said with a smug smile painted across his bitten, red lips. 

Mike groaned, deep in his throat. “I’m gonna wipe that fucking grin off your face Tucker and you’re gonna lay there and take it like a champ.” With that, he shoved Lance’s head to the pillows earning a muffled laugh from Lance. 

Lance likes it really rough and Mike is checking all of the boxes for him. 

He felt the warm tip of Mike’s cock, lubed and ready with a condom. Mike didn’t warn him but the fucking stretch did. It made Lance feels every piece of him, stretching his ass in all of the right ways. 

“Shit.. holy shit Mike.” Mike grinned and slaps Lance’s ass as he bottoms out, the man cursed into the pillow. His hands balled into a fist, his cock throbs at how easily Mike handles his ass.

Before Lance barked another order at Mike, the man on top moves his hips down and goes in deeper. His hips bucks and Lance moaned obscenely, Mike already shoots for his prostrate and he got it. 

“You’re an easy slut, Tucker.” He pulls out a little, hands tucking on Lance’s hips, bending his ass up. “Your fucking gold worth nothing if you’re this easy to please. Fuck your ass does feel good, might make you sit on my lap and work for your orgasm.”

Mike starts to move his hips, it’s long and hard strokes. Lance gave out a choked-out moan as Mike keeps fucking him into the mattress. The satin sheet rubs nicely against Lance’s cock and he starts to meet Mike’s trust to earn more friction. 

“I don’t think so Lancey.” Mike bends Lance’s back, face pressed on the pillow his cock hanging heavily between him. “Mike, fuck let me cum, so fuckin hard. I can’t.” 

“Oh, yes you can babyboy. You’re gonna take a hard fucking from me and you’re gonna cum when I say so.” Lance’s body is on fire, those words sending him elsewhere. Makes his head swims with arousal and his cock leaks with more precum. “Y-yes daddy.” Lance uttered those words and Mike’s insides did an exciting jump. 

“Can’t hear you brat. Say it louder.” Mike gave Lance’s hips a bruising grip to encourage the man. “Yes daddy, my god fuck!”

Mike is close to coming and his hips never once stop moving, fucking Lance like his very own toy. He pulls Lance so now his back pressed against Mike’s chest. He wraps his hand around Lance’s throat and squeezes. 

“F..Fuck Mike-ah daddy.” Lance can’t even find the words to show how turn on he is by Mike choking him. “Say you love me baby, say it and I’ll let you cum.” 

“Fuck Mike, yes yes please I love you. Please let me cum.” Mike’s hand that was on Lance’s cock starts to move up and down. Lance’s body tensed up and then he came so hard, the ribbons of white cum made it all to the sheet and some on his chest. 

Mike moaned throatily in Lance’s ear as he shoved his dick deep inside him as he came hard at the sight that was in front of him. Lance all wrecked and sated, that was all because of him. 

After cleaning up all the mess, Mike sits on the bed as he runs his hand on Lance’s cheek. “Was this an elaborate plan to get me to sleep with you?” Lance scoffed softly. “Shut up Mike, you enjoyed it.” Mike grinned, the gods already favored him it seems. 

“So we used each other?” Mike wasn’t sure why he asked that question, was he fishing for reassurance that this was more than a celebratory hook-up? Maybe. “We used each other and that’s okay.” Lance’s tone was emotionless, the weariness of the night got to him. “Will I.. ever see you again?” Mike was reaching now, so fucking high into the mountain. “I have your number and you have mine, I’ll call you. Goodnight Mike.” 

Maybe Mike imagined it, but he hears a slightly softer tone when Lance said goodnight. When he got home, he fell asleep sober not wanting to forget what happened.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Taking The Risks

Chapter Four

Summary- 4.5k Mike Weiss x You. Mikes' brother Paul has you looking through various pictures of possible suspects now that they have you safely settled in the safe house. Mike arrives looking for some kind of answer as to why you even left in the first place. Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Warnings- mild bondage, sex, drug use. This is all fiction made up by me, so if anything is inaccurate in the description, put it to I honestly do not know how some things work. Thanks guys!

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Mike pushed his rust bucket of a truck as hard as he possibly could. The truck gave a few protests by backfiring at a pit stop to get gas and started shaking violently whenever he edged it up to 90 mph, but he finally saw the Houston lights outline at two in the morning and he fumbled with his phone to get the address Paul had given him.

Half an hour later he was pulling up to a small house with a tiny fence in the yard. It looked old, a bit rundown, but as far as a safe house goes, it didn't look suspicious. Paul parked up the street a ways so it wasn't sitting directly in front of the house and made his way back to the house. Letting himself in through a creaky old gate, the yard was flooded with light suddenly from a motion sensor and a flutter of a curtain flashed someone looking through. As Mike went to knock, the door swung open to his brother waiting for him.

“Figured you would be coming in about now.” Paul shut and locked the door behind Mike. “Give up the phone and anything on you.” He immediately asked Mike, and he dug out his phone from his pants pocket.

“That's all I got.”

“Really?”

“Jesus Christ Paul, yes. You sound just like Dad.” Mike shrugged away from him, looking around the dimly lit room that right now looked like it was set up with a couple card tables, laptop, some police files, phones on it. “See you wasted no time getting set up.”

“I'm not anything if not efficient.” Paul retorted while securing the door once more while Mike wandered over to the table, flipping open one of the files to scan the contents Paul had on hand. “Are these the fuckers who are after her?”

Paul tested the door before glancing outside, the light going off once more now that there was no movement. “I’m suspecting so, I'm going to have Y/N look at pictures tomorrow, see if she can recognize anyone.” He settled back into the kitchen chair he was using before. “We have been after them for months, but it's always been someone else taking the fall for them, you know?”

“Well with enough power, you can buy most anyone.” Paul shrugged as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Is Y/N in the back?”

“Sleeping or trying to. I heard the shower not too long ago and when I checked on her, she was laying in bed. Another unit is going to be coming by later.”

Mike paused before going down the hallway to the bedrooms. “Are you leaving?”

He shook his head in a no. “Nah, just getting help with this. Another set of eyes to button up the case and make the arrests needed. Hopefully Y/N won't be in custody for too long. Both of you can return home.”

Mike said a soft thank you as he turned to head back down the hallway when Paul stopped him once more. “But P/W and I wouldn't be opposed to you coming for a visit, you know. She misses you.” He said simply, never looking up from the screen, but Mike caught what he was saying.

His family missed the sober him. It's been a while since he's been that. Now he was just his detective brother’s dirty secret.

Retreating from Paul's presence, he made his way towards the bedrooms. Back to you. Always back to you. You accepted him either way, but you deserved more, maybe if he cleaned up his act, he could help you clean up yours.

Every peek into a room showed different parts of the house till he found a dark bedroom. Mike could just sense you in the room, your shadowed form a bit darker than the rest of the shadows and you shifted a bit, almost pulling yourself up to lean on your elbows. “Mike?”

"It's me." Not even bothering with a light, he dropped his suspenders off his sore shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed to unbutton his shirt. From behind him, you crawled across the bedding to move behind him. A touch of your hands on his back started sliding up to his shoulders to rub lightly.

You had heard the door creak open and knew his footfalls anywhere. The way he sighed when he sat down had you shifting in closer to Mike. You pulled his shirt away and loped your arms over his shoulders, his hands wrapping around your wrists when your hands pressed against his chest to pull a palm up to his lips, kissing the center of it.

“I’m sorry Mike, I-”

“Stop.” Mike gritted out as he moved to a stand and unclipped his suspenders while shifting over the bed. You fell back to pull yourself to lay down while his hands first cupped your face with a sweep of his thumbs over your cheeks till they fell to your shoulders and then down your arms to wrap your wrists together.

You didn't struggle when he loped his suspenders around your wrists, his face hovering close to yours to catch your lips in breathtaking kisses till he pulled away from you, lifting your arms over your head and feeling along the headboard till he found a spot to loop them through. With the nimble twist of his fingers tying them in place, he tested the hold before sitting back slightly. “I got here as fast as I could and have thought about nothing else but you Y/N.” You quieted underneath Mike, not struggling against his restraints.

Instead you tilted your head back to get lost in the sensation of his hands sliding up from your thighs over the swell of your hips and further, dragging the nightshirt up over your breasts where he palmed one, fitting his hand over it and squeezing slightly.

“Mike…” You whisper out in the dark, sighing when his lips enclosed around your nipple and toyed it with his tongue, tilting your head from one side to another. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sure you are.” He lifted his head for half a second to spread kisses across your chest, giving a harsher bite and a soft kiss to that nipple while he worked the other between his fingers, keeping you whimpering above him slightly.

Your legs shifted to spread open and hook around his hips to hold him closer, he dropped a hand to tease your pussy with knowing strokes. “But you still left without a word.”

Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes at his words. You were about to say something when he punched the words right from you with a thrust of his fingers, stroking you with a crook of his fingers against the underside of your clit, his palm grinding against your bundle of nerves to jolt your hips into his touch.

“Mike, I had to.” you started but your explanation drifted off to soft mewls at his actions, his teeth nipping at your breast with every roll you gave your body. His hand braced against your back, keeping you arched in his hold while tracing your ribs with his chin, scratching at the sensitive spots down your body till he got to your quivering stomach.

Maybe this was his own way to punish you, make sure you feel just how much he missed you being his for that allotted time. How he was willing to always give you this if you could take that step with him. You leaving really hurt, the hollow feeling in his chest making him panic because in truth, Mike rarely let anyone in. Of course he was used to hurting those closest to him, it was his downfall. But with you, well you were a kindred spirit. You knew his demons, fought the same ones. Why he couldn't lose you. Why it hurt so fucking bad to do so.

“Come on Baby, haven't felt you in days and need to.” He started to move his fingers faster, unrelenting till you fluttered around him with a soft cry. The heat spiraled like a coil through your lower belly to meld into a molten pleasure through your whole body and you sagged down into the mattress while he pulled back, opening his slacks enough to fold down the top of his boxers, his erection throbbing as it bounced upwards. Beads of precum thick as his hand circled himself, stroking himself till he fell over you. Nipping at your lips sharply before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Distracting you with the kiss, Mike guided his cock through your folds till he found your opening, pressing himself into you.

It was a thick stretch that had you crying into his mouth while hooking a leg around his waist, just opening you for him further, tangling your tongue with his as you tugged against your restraints. Mike wasn't giving in though, he yanked himself away and gripped your hips to thrust you onto his cock, angling himself as he moved your faster, harder, set on taking you apart. “Fuck Sweetheart, the high I have needed.” He confessed, able to see you withering beneath him, jerking into the bed and nodding in agreement.

Your pussy fluttered around Mike’s cock, which he kept pressing against that spot that made your brain skitz into nothingness but begging, your fingers twisting into the suspenders above your head holding you in place. You didn't even try muffling the chanting of his name.

A sudden yank pulled Mike from your clenching pussy and a quick grasp to your bucking hips twisted your body to your belly, wrapping your hands against the headboard as he jerked your ass up into the air, rutting against your ass as he wrapped a hand around the front of your throat, smothering himself against your back.

“Why Y/N?” He demanded as he slammed back into you, making you yelp as he fucked you harder, knocking the headboard into the wall now, and the suspenders tightening against your wrists, fingers digging into the cheap battered wood while you hung on. He reached over, grasping the headboard himself to give himself more momentum.

“Fuck Mike… FUCK.” Your ass jiggled when he kept slamming his hips into you, almost in a bruising way, fucking all his frustrations out since you disappeared on him.

“Fuck is right Y/N.” Dropping a hand to cup your pussy, he gave sloppy rubs against your clit, the mere touch making you clench him so tight ready to cum. “You better fucking cum right now so you can give me answers.” He hissed against the shell of your ear, squeezing your throat more in warning.

How you were staying up you don't know, but you came when he slammed himself harshly into you, slamming that headboard one last time into the wall with a loud crack, your cries barely muffling it as you milked his cock.

Milking so hard that when he came, it was a flooding relief. Snaps of his hips were erratic till they stilled, his breaths hot between your shoulder blades as his head dropped to brace against the back of your arched shoulders. Both of you were sweaty while he finally shifted behind you, softening cock slipping from between your folds, and his hands worked on the ties. Once they loosened, you sunk into the bed beneath him, feeling his chest press against your back till he went to his side, and pulled you back into his chest.

You both were panting when he whispered once more. “Why Y/N?” This time it was gentler, having fucked out some of his feelings out on you. His hand pressed protectively against your belly, holding you in place.

You rested your hand over his, sliding fingers over the top of his. “Joey told me he was going to kill you if I didn’t stop.”

Mike snorted slightly and you shook your head. “I know him Mike, Joey doesn't just let shit go, he is never going to let me go. Not really.”

He shifted to his elbow, turning you to face him, cupping your face. “Hey, Paul and I are not going to let anything happen, you hear me? All this shit is coming to light… I’m going to get you out. You want that right?” Mike asked, leaving off the part of you staying with him.

“Of course I do Mike… I just don’t see how.” You confessed.

“Just leave it to me.”

You shifted a bit so that you fell off his chest to your side and Mike chased after you, curling up around you from behind. “This is dangerous Mike.”

He let his nose press in behind your head, muttering. “That’s life Honey.” He rasped out in the dark while his fingers traced around your belly button.

“How long has it been Mike, since you used?”

Mike stiffened behind you, his hold a bit tighter. “Few days… You?”

You shrugged a bit. “Same, I’m already feeling it.” You say softly and Mike takes your hands in his, fingers weaving together as the scratch of his beard pressed against your shoulder. “We will deal with that together too.”

The next morning arrived with a blaring sunbeam right in your face. Once you got to the point you couldn't ignore it any longer you pushed out of bed. Mike, having turned to his stomach sometime during the night, was dead to the world at the moment. You watched him sleep for half a moment, noticing how tired he looked. Quietly you eased out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Another inspection in the bathroom mirror left you hopeful. Your eyes were a bit brighter looking back at you and you didn't look so drawn out. Perhaps the sleep after Mike fucked you was just what you had needed. You ignored the bit of shakes you had, maybe you can pretend those were not happening.

Running a toothbrush across your teeth and a brush through your hair, you wrap up in a pair of jeans and a hoodie before making your way to the main part of the house. You found Paul standing at a window overlooking the front yard, looking through the blinds and noise from the makeshift station drew your gaze to another man, who was going over the files you had seen Paul going through last night. He hadn’t looked up yet to notice you were there while he sorted through the files.

“The hooker didn't give us much to go on.”

You were about to speak up when Paul’s voice came from behind you, snapping out. “Her name is Y/N.” He brushed past you, his back rigid and you could see a lot of Mike suddenly in his demeanor. “Don’t let me hear you calling our victim that again.”

The other officer sputtered out an apology, now seeing you standing just in the living room's entrance from the hallway. “I’m sorry Y/N. That was unprofessional of me. If you can take a moment to continue through these...”

You shrugged a bit. “Hooker needs her coffee first.” Walking away to go into the kitchen, you found Paul measuring out more grounds into the old beat-up pot. “Your partner… he is something.”

“He is not my partner and trust me, I will be mentioning it to his supervisor. Sometimes we forget that we are still dealing with people going through some of the hardest times in their lives.” He hit start and turned towards you to study your features. “You look rested, how are you feeling?”

Going to take a mug from the dish drainer set up next to the sink, you wrap your fingers around the handle, letting your nails tap on it, the noise was calming, a familiarity that put your overworked brain at ease.

“Better once Mike fell asleep.” You admitted and the coffee pot gave a sputter finally finishing brewing. Paul took out the pot and offered to pour some.

“And now how are you really feeling?” He quirked a brow and poured it into your mug. It was this time that your hand gave a tremor, cursing inwards at the bad timing. “I saw it last night. In both of you.”

There was no use pretending you didn't know. Withdrawing away, you took some of the sugar you found in a bowl and started to stir a bit into your mug. “Withdrawals are a bitch, but I’m sure you've seen it before Paul. It’s gonna get worse, hopefully, neither of us end up in a hospital because of them.” You offered him the spoon for his own before taking your first sip, letting it start to work its magic hopefully. “Maybe after this, rehab. If I can come up with the money. I don't know. I really fucking don't. How about just getting through the day?”

Paul didn't seem to take your bad mood personally. “We should, Officer Trent brought more files for you to go through, so let's knock those out of the way. We gotta start somewhere.”

This time you got to go through digital files, narrowing some of them down. Mike came out after an hour into it to search you out. His hands came to rest on your tense shoulders, rubbing his thumbs up and down the column of your neck. It felt good, you let your eyes rest a moment and lean into it.

“How far have you all gotten?” Mike asked while Paul pulled up a whole new page.

You didn't listen to Paul's answer as a familiar face in all the faces you have seen finally popped up. Flashes of this man turning to tilt his head up to see you on the landing after he had lowered his gun from shooting Jen.

Dark eyes and a scowl stared back at you, tattoos spiraling from his neck down to under his shirt. Mike's hold on your shoulders tightened in excitement when you exclaimed. “Him, he was there, he was the one who shot Jen.” Your voice cracked saying it out loud and Mike pulled you back slightly to wrap a comforting arm around the front of you, his forearm stretched across the top of your chest in a loose hug.

“You sure of this, Y/N?” Trent turned the screen to you and pulled up.

“Of course she is sure, you heard her.” Mike said from behind you.

“He was just asking Mike.” Paul said calmly, glancing at the same screen Trenton was.

Trenton showed you another lineup and you nodded, seeing several others that you had noticed. “That one, he’s the one who came after me.” Mike behind you huffed a bit at the mention, but you lifted your hand to skim your fingers along his arm in a calming manner.

“It was like we thought, Paul.” Trent started to gather his stuff up. “These are Langley’s men.”

“Wait- you all knew who it was, why didn't you just show me them before?” It was unbelievable that they knew, but made you sort through all those faces. Paul looked apologetic as Trent moved to leave with everything.

“We wanted to be sure. We have been after them for some time, but if we just showed them to you, it could be said we were coercing you to point them out. But you Y/N didn't even hesitate.”

“It is bullshit, she's not wrong.” Mike snapped aggravated with his brother. “Dragging this out like that when you could have just shown her the pictures last night.”

Paul shrugged. “We do things our way, you do it yours. You called me Mike for my help.” His jaw clenched and eyes snapped in aggravation, pushing from the table. “This is how we do it.”

“Well if I had known you were going to just make her go through all this bullshit when you already knew who it was-” Mike let you go, both brothers moving inches from each other, tempers flaring in both of them. It was absolutely uncanny how similar these two were. Jaws clenched, nostrils flaring as they stared one another down.

You popped out of your seat and wedged between the two of them. “Don’t please… It’s okay. Now you guys have the information needed.” Your hand stayed on Mike’s chest and Paul broke eye contact first to glance at you. “We will only be here a few more days and we can leave this safe house.”

“Yes, Trent will get things started and we will bring them in on official charges, between your statement and the evidence collected at the scene, it's pretty solid.”

“Which, I will go do right now.” He clicked the laptop shut and grabbed his car keys. “Paul, meet you down at the station later.” With that, he made his exit quickly before the spark of temper between the brothers turned to flames.

You felt Mike relax under your touch when Paul backed off. Turning to Mike you tilted your head a bit towards the back bedroom. “Can we just chill, watch tv or something? I have a headache and could just use some quiet.”

Mike picked up what you were asking. “Go on, we're done here and I have to call Danziger to fill him in.”

Once you left the room, Mike turned back to Paul. The anger from before had already left him, same as Paul. “Sorry man… I just don't like seeing her stressed out.”

“I can tell.” Paul gave a slight chuckle, absently messing with his wedding ring on his left finger. “I know the feeling. I think it just runs in the family.”

It was here Mike gave his own chuckle while holding out his hand for his cell phone to call his partner at the law firm. “Thanks, for this. You really were the only one I could call.”

“No problem Mike.” Paul shrugged when he pulled out both the cell phones once more to return. Hang onto those, but no bullshit Mike.” He warned Mike, who was already dialing his partner's number.

“It’s for work Paul, okay?”

“As long as that is all it is. Will you two will be fine here? There is a parked patrol in a civilian looking Toyota out on the street. When I get back, I will bring something better to eat than what's stored in these cupboards.”

Mike was holding his cell to his ear. “Make it pizza from Basil’s and you have a deal.” Paul flashed him a thumbs up while leaving and Mike wandered into the kitchen when Danziger answered the phone.

“Where are you? Amy said you just left her a message saying you were out of town. This is exactly what I was talking about Mike. You can't just-”

“Emergency came up Danziger, I had no choice.”

There was a noise of Danziger slamming a file cabinet shut. “No choice? I have no choice staying here with your clients now while my wife is this fucking close to giving birth.”

Mike squeezed the bridge of his nose, pausing while looking through the fridge. “On my desk, there is a card. I meant to give it to Amy. Call her.”

“Call who?”

“Johanna Klein, I know she is located in Massachusetts but she can recommend someone in Houston and set you up, okay.”

“Don’t worry about it Mike, I got this. Again.” Danziger growled into the phone, but Mike could tell that his anger was starting to shift a bit. “What’s your emergency, is everyone okay?”

Mike grabbed two beers from the fridge and snapped it shut, going into the shorter version of what was going on.

You had listened just inside the hallway, knowing that you probably shouldn't intrude on the brothers' conversation, but you were worried that they would explode at each other once more.

You were still trying to process that Mike had a brother. But it shouldn't, short of his life in Houston, you didn't really know much about his past. Just that he bounced between Texas and Massachusetts when he was younger. Once Paul left you retreated back to the bedroom.

Now your headache from before was back along with the tremors you experienced before. Wringing your hands together, you debated digging out the pipe you had packed away with the rest of your stuff. In a moment of weakness you decide that weed wouldn't hurt.

It wasn't what you wanted, but it was what you had. Decision made, you shifted through your bag till you had your supplies and started to prepare it when Mike came back into the room.

“Paul’s headed out.” He glanced at what you were currently doing while setting one beer on the nightstand where you were working. “I don't suppose we have anything else?”

You blew out the pipe a moment to clean it out before packing it. “No, I was pretty cleaned out when I got to Austin.” His hand came up to rub at your back, nodding. “I was gonna make a real valiant attempt to get clean. Again.”

Mike listened, fully knowing the battle. How many times had he attempted it? End up in the hospital, the last time he was there his brother said that was it, he was done. Paul was ready to just cut him out of his life. He worked too hard for his screw up of a brother to fuck up his life.

Mike didn't blame him, he hated himself while he was laying in the hospital bed watching the monitors beep constantly announcing to the world the fuck up was still alive somehow.

The thoughts soured his mood while he pushed back to lean against the headboard, grabbing a lighter from the nightstand where he stuck the items from his pockets the night before.

“I would still be working for Joey, but I could save money and get out of this life. Be something.” You took the lighter and brought the bowl to your lips, inhaling slowly so that the smoke did not make you start sputtering. Tipping your head back with a close, you passed it to Mike who did the same before mimicking your move, letting the silence envelope both of you.

You were first to let it out, tendrils of smoke shifting up towards the ceiling where the slow-moving fan whisked it away.

“Why not? Y/N, we can do just that, you know.” Mike started again and your eyes slid close, knowing this discussion, basically the same one the night before.

“Because Joey owns my ass Mike, you know that.” You started and Mike cut you off.

“Fuck Joey, get a restraining order on his ass. Make enough trouble for him, he will leave you alone.” Another drag of the pipe left you feeling relaxed, twisting to face Mike on your hip and dragging your fingers up and down his tank top till you slid your hand underneath it. The tattoos there, all a memory but you knew each one intimately.

“Or he kills us, you seem to forget that Joey isn't just some nickel and dime pimp Mike.” You swallowed. “Look what he put me in with this? And that was just sending me away. He will never let me go.”

Mike's face scowled and you could imagine the wheels turning up there. “We will see about that Y/N.”

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[nai-levinson]

Estoy haciendo lo mejor para los dos

Mike Weiss x OFC (America) 

-Simplemente creo que la casa tendría que quedármela yo- se quejó la señora sentada frente a ti

-Pero la compramos juntos- replicó el hombre

-Estaban en gananciales ¿No?- cuestionaste cruzándote de piernas y buscando los documentos. Ambos asintieron- Entonces si no llegan a un acuerdo, la casa se vendería y la mitad para cada uno.

-Tiene razón, Macy, la mitad

-De acuerdo- resopló la mujer levantándose la silla y agarrando su bolso- La avisaremos cuando sepamos nuestra decisión- el hombre siguió los pasos de ella y se levantó de igual forma abandonando la habitación delante de su todavía mujer.

Suspiraste cansada, odiabas manejar los divorcios, lo tuyo eran los problemas de capital. Organizaste los documentos colocándolos por carpetas con diferentes numeraciones y las colocaste en su respectiva balda, colocaste papeles sueltos y abriste el cajón del escritorio para guardarlos, viste que en el cajón había un paquete de plástico transparente que contenía jeringuillas y una mini-probeta con un líquido amarillo

La ira corrió por tus venas a la velocidad del rayo, agarraste con furia las jeringuillas y saliste de tu oficina disparada, entraste sin llamar y cerrando con un portazo tras de ti.

Posaste con fuerza la bolsa de tus manos sobre su escritorio. Él la observó y en cuanto se dio cuenta de lo que era, se levantó del sillón como si tuviese un resorte

-Eeem, pue-puedo explicarlo- empezó a tartamudear, levantaste la mano pidiéndole silencio mientras te frotabas la cara caminando de un lado a otro

-¿Qué hablamos Mike?- cuestionaste mordiendo tu labio inferior- Te está matando, ¡te estás matando!

-E-en realidad lo qu-iero dejar pero....-suspiró, observaste como le temblaban los hombros- No puedo

-¿Como que no puedes?- preguntaste señalando con la mano- ¡Claro que puedes, mucha gente lo ha hecho Mike! ¡Te estás perdiendo muchas cosas de la vida!

-¡Y gano otras muchas también joder!- gritó exasperado acercándose a ti

Reíste sarcásticamente- ¿Ah si? Dime, solo dime ¡¿Qué coño ganas metiéndote esta mierda por las venas?!- agarraste la bolsa y se la balanceaste frente a su rostro- Solo quiero una respuesta- susurraste

-Un escape de la realidad- musitó, dando un par de pasos hacia atrás

-No hace falta eso- suspiraste acotándote la garganta- para escapar de la realidad cielo, hay muchas formas

-¿Cuáles?- susurró desesperado

-Puedes viajar, empezar algún tipo de curso...N-no sé ¡nunca he tenido que desintoxicarme ni salir de mi realidad!- elevaste tus brazos sobre tu cabeza, él los agarró y los bajó, subiendo delicadamente sus manos hasta tus hombros y mirándote a los ojos

-Entiéndeme, tengo un problema- susurró, observaste como su labio temblaba y su respiración se volvía errática

-No, tu no tienes el problema, lo tengo yo, por haberme casado con alguien incapaz de valorarse e incapaz de valorar lo valioso que le rodea- apartaste sus manos de tus hombros y negaste con la cabeza- Quiero el divorcio Mike

Mike miró el suelo y parpadeó un par de veces, levantó la cabeza y empezó a negar efusivamente

-No, no, no, ni de broma, America no pue-puedes hacerme esto, te necesito....Eres mi todo

-Mike- Dijiste en un suspiro- Si yo fuera tu todo, no te harías eso, créeme. Me iré a casa y guardaré un par de cosas, mandaré a mi hermano a por lo demás ¿si?- él negó

-No te vas a ir, ¿m-me vas a dejar? ¿Ya está?

-No, ya está, no. Estoy haciendo lo mejor para todos. Te dejo libre y me hago libre a mi- lo señalaste y te señalaste respectivamente según las palabras salían de tu boca- Porque cuando amas a alguien más que a tu propia vida no puedes verlo destruirse

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