#Nick miller x black female reader

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An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it so Bad)

Sub!Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader

I do write with Black Women in mind, but my fics can be read by any woman.

AN: Thank you to my friends that helped me with this fic! It means so much to me and I am so grateful for your generosity! I truly hope you all enjoy this final product!

MDNI // Rating: Explicit // WC 3.8k // Warnings: light Sub!Dom vibes, mild exhibition kink, biting, marking, thing for sounds, extra light hand kink // masterlist

Nick and You had the entire loft to yourselves.

That meant you two had time for anything. No prying eyes and no need to be quiet or fear of being caught by anyone.

Naturally, that meant they had a no pants day.

Nick could free ball it in his boxers and you could wear that little tank top you liked to sleep in and walk around in your underwear.

“I’m pretty sure you were a man in your past life.” Nick joked as you excitedly shimmied out of your sweats and threw them on the other side of the couch.

“There is nothing wrong with me wanting to do this as bad as you! This is normal for all human beings!” You defended yourself with a huff.

“Yes, lots of people enjoy wearing less clothes at home, but you are excited about it in a man way. I can’t explain how, I’m just saying. . . It takes one to know one.”

You smushed his face with a hand and walked past him to the kitchen.

“Fuck you,” you playfully scoffed, “what do you want for breakfast?”

The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful. As the day went by and the evening wined down, Nick had put his loose sweats back on.

They were old, thin, and ratty. He definitely could not wear them in public anymore.

“You might as well just not wear any pants.” You smiled at him, more out of shock than anything else. You weren’t sure what to think about such a horrible piece of clothing.

“They’re house pants!”

“Your dick is right there!” You yelled back. “It’s like if boxers came in pants size!”

He threw a pillow at you and you threw one back before he wrestled you onto the couch.

Excitement aside.

He was in his favorite spot on the couch, but in an even better way! He could prop his legs up and lean back as comfortable as he wanted to be.

He was a fucking king on his throne and he couldn’t be happier.

You were still walking around in your skimpy underwear and tank top.

He would have wanted you to go throw some pants before the guys come back, but hopefully it was one of those nights where they all found some women to hook up with and stay the night, or just fuck off somewhere.

Instead, he was too comfortable with your ass on his lap and you laying the opposite way on top of him, on your stomach, typing away on your laptop and shifting a hoard of papers to and fro, taking the moment of spare time to get ahead on some work while he lazily watched the game.

Or at least tied to.

God bless them, but he didn’t give a fuck about the Lions and who they were playing.

On any other given day he would have, but it’s hard to remember his love for sports when your hips keep sliding back and forth on him whenever you sit up real quick to get a better look at a paper, your hips pushed forward, right over his dick. Once you finally highlight or read whatever you were trying to read carefully, your hips moved back toward his chest and over his dick once again, leaving him to think of nothing but of how sexy you were.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a more intimate setting.

Hell, even at this moment.

You two in this loft alone, on this very couch in this very moment, naked for no one but God to see, you riding him just like this giving him no choice but to take whatever you gave him.

He brought a hand to his mouth and bit his finger, hard. Willing himself to stay still and not thrust his hips up onto your clothed pussy.

He needed a distraction, but football wasn’t working. You moving your hips and shuffling every five minutes wasn’t working either. Why were you suddenly moving your hips up and down on him like that?.

You slid your hips forward before sighing in frustration and moving them back until his dick was crushed under the weight of your stomach.

Were you trying to kill him? Did you somehow not notice his growing erection?

You sat up, quickly dragging your hips forward, again! But this time it wasn’t where he needed it. This time he needed you on his cock, desperately at that.

“Nick, you okay?” You turned your head back, putting down a paper. The movement causes you to push your glasses back on your nose.

Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest to hide the sound of his moan.

“Nick?”

“Y—yeah.. yeah I’m good. . “ he managed to mumble out.

Solid cover dumbass.

He couldn’t help going back to the thought of you both naked. You turning around to look at him with a different look on your face.

“You got so tense all of a sudden.” You continued before turning around back to your work. “And I know you don’t care about the Lions losing, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.”

“N…no.”

Oh, he was just making it worse, but you were a bigger dumbass than him, apparently. He says it lovingly, but how did you not know?!?!? Were you that into your work?

“Well, just let me know if anything changes.”

You give a quick wink before you turn around, and he moans.

His hips cant up with such force you bounce up and back down on him, and he couldn’t stop the whimper in time.

He covered his face, letting the sounds come out.

“Nick?” Your voice was in a fucking panic and it was embarrassing to say the least.

You try to move but he quickly grasps your hips. His nails are almost digging into your skin.

“Nonodontmove!” He slurs, his voice rising at a higher octave that makes you throb. “Stay,” he was panting now, his chest rising and falling as you put your hands over his,” please,” he openly whined, not holding back or caring anymore,” stay.”

Oh fuck…

You licked your lips and fought against the panic. “Yeah?”

“Can you just wait a little bit longer for me? I Promise to do something as soon as i'm done.”

“Okay,” he licked his lips, his eyes growing full and watery in such a way you wanted to hold your breath.

He looked at you with such adoration and emotion you swore you would die if you didn't look away. They were softer now, much softer. He looked more calm. A stranger to how desperate and wild they were seconds ago, but you weren't fooled.

No, there was a deeper, more sinister side to this yearning gaze.

While he saved putting his heart on his sleeve for rare tender moments, it was also a fucking weapon. A weapon created for your own demise. You fought the urge to give in, to throw her papers aside and everything she’s been working on to give him whatever he wanted.

But you couldn't. No matter how bad you needed it, you couldn’t.

You were emailing back and forth with a client and Xaiviar was cc’d on it as well. He was the lead lawyer on a case and you were helping him with it. The client was about to drop the case altogether, but you managed to find some evidence that would ensure the jury was siding in her favor.

If she was patient and held out, she would get everything she deserved and the bastard that hurt her could pay.

You just needed some fucking time!

Nick found a documentary about gorillas.

Nice!

As much as he loved them and tried to bring up the essay he wrote on them one morning after doing a bunch of mystery pills that he took one night, he could care less about them right now. He loved you just a tiny bit more.

He bit his lip and tried to let his better nature take hold of him.

Nick's hands were gliding across your skin. Smoothing and kneading the plump flesh of your thighs before coming up to rest at your hips for while, but it didn’t last. He soon became antsy, needing to touch you.

Hoping that just the feel of you in his hands would be enough to distract him from how hard he was. That it wouldn’t make anything worse for him.

But it was making it worse for you.

You could hardly concentrate.

After rediscovering every curve and dip of your body. Every scar, bump, and blemish of your smooth supple skin. It always held a subtle glow, bringing attention to your more than lovely over and undertones. He wanted to put you on display so everyone could see this much of your skin.

The world deserve to know how beautiful your skin was. How beautiful you were.

He decided to test puting his hands on your thighs to see if that would help. His fingers gently graze against your inner thighs. Going up and up until he was too close to your center, daring not to get too close, and moving them back towards your knee. He couldn't stop.

It was mindless action, hypnotizing even.

“Nick,” your tone was bitter in your mouth, sounding harsh to your owne ears, “stop it.”

You snapped around to face him with a glare.

Where these emotions were coming from was a mystery to you, but the foreign feeling twisted your stomach with anticipation.

Nick's eyes were half lidded and struggling to stay open. He gurgled out a moan, the action making him cover his face with his hands.

“Nick. . .” You absentmindedly licked your lips, “let me see your face.”

Nick's chest had been moving up and down erratically since you turned around. His soft pants spurred you on.

Your mind was racing with what to possibly say or do next.

Nick slowly placed his hands on his chest, rubbing at it in circles with his left hand. A sign that usually meant he was anxious.

Every part of him was strained in concentration towards you as if the mere thought of looking away would hurt too much. His eyes were dark, wet, and needy.

Your mouth fell open in a silent o, and you ground your hips down in one fluid motion causing you both to moan.

You both were so fucked.

A wave of something was washing over you. It crashed and crashed against your entire being and the anxiety bubbled in fear of it taking you under, whatever this was. The foreign lightning of it all cracked and crackled in your veins.

Your laptop quipped out a short sound. Then, and only then, you notice how quiet the room was.

You momentarily turned, checking the message in your email.

Dear Ms, I am sorry for getting so indecisive at such a crucial time in the case. Everything has just been so stressful. I wanted it all to be over as quickly as possible, adn i got in the way of you adn your firm doing the job that I, myself hired you to do. I am so terribly sorry. I would liek to see this man put behind bars for good or worse.

Thank you again for everything. I leave my fate in your hands.

Thank, God!

You said a quick prayer, and emailed your client back, making sure to cc Xaiviar.

You closed your laptop and shuffled your papers back into a bifold, tossing them along the further end of the couch, but not so far that they’d fall.

Keeping your position, you turned slightly, moving Nicks shirt up as high as it could go. You eyed his chest, the wide expanse of hair there you’ve obsessed over from time to time, the happy trail that was also a favorite of yours.

Nick’s body moved with the flow of your hand.

“Please,” his voice was higher and strained as stuttered the words out, “please, I’ll be so good please. Just please.”

You ground your hips on his, masking are you were positioned in just the right spot. The feeling of him through your underwear just felt to good. Your movements were slow and steady. Just enough to drive you both crazy, but not nearly enough for either of you.

The anticipation of it was thrilling. Your heads grew headier and headier with each sound he made. With every stutter, pant, and moan he made

The door clicked and you both froze.

“What pray tell is going on in here?” A voice boomed.

Nick cleared his throat and put his hands in a more casual position at your waist. Squeezing lightly just to keep you still.

“Hey, Coach.” It came out gravely but natural.

You were surprised, thinking about how he sounded like he was going to explode just a few moments earlier.

“Don’t, “hey Coach me. You weirdo.” He scoffed. “Go have sex in your room like the rest of us! Just because you're having sex with the same girl every night doesn’t make it okay to play exhibitionist!”

“Nick and his girl is doing what!” Winston slammed the door. “That’s disgusting!”

“Mhmm.” Coach sassily added.

“Oh. My. God.” Nick covered his face with his hands.

Needless to say. All the sexual tension was sucked out of the room. Sitting like this on Nick‘’a lap was starting to make you feel overexposed and awkward.

He reached over and stretched to pull the blanket usually strown accross the couch to cover your body with. You silently thanked him, and avoided looking Coach or Winston in the eye.

“You,” Coach pointed at you,” I am very disappointed in.”

“But, Ernie—“ you pouted.

“—No!” He interrupted. “No Earnie! From now on you call me Coach just like everyone else!”

“Bu—“

“No buts! You have to earn your way back up to calling me my name! “ he shook his head at you with so much disgust it felt absurd.

He was really mad at you. . .

“Now you two go to your room and think about what you did!”

“Mh mh mh.” Winston shook his head with an equal amount of distaste.

Needless to say you both retreated into Nick's room for a very awkward and short walk of shame.

-

“Please. . . Oh, wait. . . Fuck.” Nick moaned before whimpering out your name.

You made him cum with your hand twice, then three times with your mouth, and one more time after that because you just couldn’t help yourself.

His hands were gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.

You had your hands braced against his chest and you slowly sat on his cock. He was stretching you wide with how thick he was. In this new position, it felt even thicker, making it harder than normal.

“Please,” his voice several octaves higher, letting you know just how close he was. “Let me help. Let me touch you.” He strained out before gritting his teeth.

“I.. got it.” You had to fight your instinct to tense your whole body once you had finally taken all of him in. He was so big and thick you could just feel him pressing against your spot already, making you breathless in the process.

You massaged his chest. Starting with his shoulders, and moving down to his pecs. You squeezed them, reveling in the feeling of his pliant flesh in your hands. In another time or setting you would have liked to bend down and suck on one. Biting and relishing the feeling is him in your mouth, so hard he’d bruise for weeks, fading until stray marks of your teeth were implanted into his skin.

Keeping your hands there for balance, you slowly rose up until only his tip was inside before grinding down slowly until all of him was inside of you again.

“Your doing so good baby.”

His cock twitched inside of you at the praise, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan.

You quickened your pace ever so lightly. Nick’s hands fisting the sheets. Each one spurred you on further, filling you with an unbearable heat. It seers through every pore of your body. Opening up every space of your skin, consuming every part of Nick as possible.

His whines, his pants, and his moans. The way his skin turned an angry red all over. Proudly displaying the evidence that you both were on fire.

“Touch me” You moaned softly.

He was on you in an instant. He pushed himself up by his elbows. His hands, his massive warm hands roamed every inch of your skin. Burning you in their haste to feel your waist, the expense of your back, and the peaks of your breast. He pulled, squeezed, and tweaked them until you had to push his hands away.

“Not nice is it?” He huffed in your face with a short laugh. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours. Where his began and yours stopped was indistinguishable as you both panted in the sliver of space between one another.

He leaned in for a kiss, and you pulled your head back slightly out of his reach with similar amusement.

“I never gave you permission to kiss me.”

His eyes grew wide and blown out. His brown irises drowned in the pools of his pupils as he looked at you with such reverence.

He quickly pivoted and moved to mouthing at your neck, biting you hard as he whined into your flesh.

“You're such a good boy Nick,” his hips thrust up into yours, hard. “Oh, you're so so good.” He did it again this time before squeezing his fingers into you. His nails were sure to leave little moons into your skin for weeks.

You laughed. It was breath, trained, and cruel.

“Ah, ah, ah,” You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his mouth off of you. “I wanna hear you baby. I thought you were my good boy?”

“I am! I am, please!” He whimpered into your skin, keeping his head underneath your chin, his mouth open and close to you. Because if he couldn’t keep his mouth on you, he’d find a way to get as close to it as possible without disobeying you.

“You gotta let me hear every sound that comes out of your mouth baby, okay?”

His fingers adjusted their grip on your hips, pulling and stretching at your skin as tight as it could go, making hissed in response. Even when his brain was fuzzy with arousal and he was overwhelmed with praise or reprimand from you, he could still do the little things that drove you wild. Whether he was in control or not, he could bite, mark, and rough you up in all the ways you loved.

He’s going to drive you mad. You're sure of it now.

“I need your help baby?” You moved so you both would be eye to eye with one another. “I need you fuck me now.” You cupped both sides of his face. “I can’t get us both where we need to be.” You kissed him all over. His cheeks, his forehead, up and down his neck, before you bit down in several places, sucking harder than you ever had. He let out a soft meek sound you didn’t think was possible. Almost gentle if his voice wasn’t such a low raspy thing. Almost gravely sometimes when it wasn’t smooth and addicting.

The closest thing you could describe it as would be a mewl of some kind. It was a sound only you could pull out of him. A side of him only you were privy to. No one else.

Your walls clenched around him at the sound. He did it again.

“Fuck, baby.” Your chest heaved. “I’m not gonna last much longer, I need you to fuck me, now.” You pulled his hair for emphasis.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He rutted his hips into yours at a hard, brutal pace. And with every high pitched murmur of good boy, your so good, your so perfect for me, he thrust up into you harder.

“Love you baby,” you nibbled into his ear, “love how good you feel inside me. It's like you were made for me.” You kissed him as hard as you could without getting lost of how he was sliding in and out of you. The loud wet slaps of his hips hitting yours were filling the room, driving you both crazy. “You're mine. My baby boy, so good for me.”

He whimpered again, mewling into your ear as he cradled your neck with one final grip as he came. Filling you up. It was so so much. Your legs grew tight, your muscles squeezing past their limit before you followed him soon after.

He pulled out laying you down on your back. Peppering your skin with soft kisses.

“You're amazing!” His eyes sparkled.

“Was that really your first time doing something like that?” You grabbed at the sheets to hide your face. It was hot and burning even more so after the sex you just had. You did not want to talk about it.

“Hey, hey,” he uncovered your face and moved to straddle your lap. He grabbed your hands and put them over your head. “Please,” he looked into your eyes again,. “Don’t hide from me. I really want to know.”

It was what you two did.

When things were too tough to talk about. . . Or weird and embarrassing. Eye contact just worked. It made you both feel safer and calmer to see the other person wasn’t judging you. That they were genuine in whatever way they wanted to support you.

You nodded weakly. Not trusting your words.

“Well you're a natural.”

“Nick we gotta—“

“—Don’t worry. I will buy a planb for you tomorrow. We got a little carried away and forgot about condoms.” He waved his free hand in dismissal before smiling. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”

“I was going to ask if you could let me go now.”

“Let you go.” He tightened his grip on your hands. He still wore his charming smile, but his eyes were growing dark and cloudy, pooling with desire. “Now why would I let you go when I have to pay you back for every time you wouldn’t let me kiss or touch you.”

He suddenly thrust his thick very hard cock into you, still wet from both of you.

“I'm not done with you yet.”

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Can you do like more big reader things? Like we need more big reader stories! 😔

Look At Yourself

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X plus size/chubby Female Reader

Synopsis: After going to a party with Chris, Y/N’s feelings are hurt, and there’s nothing like a bathroom pep talk that won’t fix it all!👥

Warnings⚠️: SMUTTTT. I’m not a Chris girl, so idk why I be giving it my all when it comes to smut for him. I haven’t posted in 6 days, so I had to eat this one up. Hope you enjoyyyy

Song for the imagine: Objects in the Mirror- Mac Miller

⚠️This is an 18+ story, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Someone like you is so hard to find

You can open up your eyes, or you can walk in blind

All I ask is that you hurry, I won’t hurt you

Don’t your worry

“You, me, music and drinks….sounds like the best time ever” Chris replied brushing his hands through my hair

“That does sound like lots of fun” I say looking over my shoulder at him

“Atta girl” he said tapping my chin with a closed fist

“Are Nick and Matt going?” I asked as I folded the laundry

“Of course they are” he said helping me fold

“Oh perfect so when you ditch me I’ll have them” I said looking at him again

“What? Me ditch you? Never” he said raising his brow at me

“Mmm I don’t know Chris….you tend to wander off and leave me stranded” I said

“Okay that was like one time” he said scoffing

“Mmm more like three times” I said giggling

“Whatever. I mean if you plan on wearing that black dress I bought you I won’t leave your side. Your ass looks so good in it” he said biting his lip

“You creep” I said throwing a shirt at his face

“HEY” he yelled throwing himself over the laundry basket to tackle me

“Chrisss get off” I said laughing

“NEVERRRR” he yelled holding me down

“STOPPP” I yelled giggling as he kissed all over my face

“I can’t my love for you is too strong” he said kissing my face aggressively

“Well put the love away” I said pushing him back

“Fine fine” he said backing off and pulling me up with him

“I love you so much” he said winking at me

“I love you more” I said tapping his nose with my finger

“Go get ready I’ll finish the laundry” he said

“Are you sure?” I asked him

“Yes babe I’m sure” he said shooing me

“Okay thank you baby” I said kissing him and hopping off the bed

I had spent the next two hours getting ready, and now it was time to get dressed. A moment I was dreading. Chris had got me this beautiful black silky dress a while back, and I never wore it. One day he went snooping through our closet and found it again, and began begging me to wear it. I finally gave in and said I’d wear it at the next event we would go to.

I didn’t expect an event to pop up so soon, and wish I bit my tongue making that promise. Don't get me wrong the dress was stunning, but since getting it for me I put on a little more weight, and I wasn’t happy with the way it hung to certain parts of my body.

Chris worshiped my body every damn day, and he never made me feel less than what I am. However that didn’t change how I felt about myself in my head. I mean I always knew I was a bigger girl, but when Chris started dating me his “fans” made sure I knew I was a bigger girl.

I mean I was very comfortable in my own skin and loved myself, but I often had those days of wishing I looked different, and not understanding how Chris picked me out of everyone else. He always told me that he didn’t care about what I looked like on the outside, and that it only mattered what was on the inside. But some days it was hard to believe that narrative.

“Babe, do I have to wear the dress?” I asked looking at Chris

“That was the promise wasn’t it?” He said sliding his shirt on

“I mean yeah, but I don’t know” I said looking over at the dress hanging up

“Don’t know about what?” He said furrowing his brows

“I mean it’s just….Ive put on weight since you got me that dress” I said looking at him

“So?” He said tilting his head at me

“Well it just hangs on to too much, and I feel fat” I said chewing my bottom lip

“Hey what did I tell you about using that word? What does it matter if you put on more weight? We’re in a happy relationship, and plus it means I feed my girl good” he said winking at me

“Yeah a bit too good” I said putting my hands on my hips

“Listen, you look beautiful no matter what. And that dress does not make you look fat okay? But if you don’t want to wear it then that’s okay too” he said coming up to me and placing his hands on my cheeks

“You know what I’ll put it on, and if I feel ugly in it then I’ll wear something else” I replied to him

“That works for me gorgeous” he said pecking my lips

I slid the dress on, and looked in the mirror. I mean it did indeed snatch me in more, but it just accentuated too much of my stomach region, and I wasn’t too happy about it.

I walked out to show Chris and his eyes lit up

“Damn baby that shit looks even better now” he said walking over to me

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better” I said rolling my eyes

“I don’t lie, you know this. You look jaw dropping, show stopping I mean you look so good” he said walking around me

“I’ll wear it Chris” I said looking at him

“If you don’t want to you don’t have to” he said hugging me from behind

“No I’m going to face my fears and wear it” I said nodding my head

“That’s my girl” he said gripping my ass and kissing my shoulder

We had all headed out to the party. To be honest I wasn’t even sure what the party was for, but Chris seemed excited about it.

When we arrived we all made our rounds saying hi to everyone, and Nick and Matt eventually broke off to hang with different people. I stood with Chris

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked me

“Yeah I am. It’s good to get out and dress up” I said looking over at him

“We should do this more often” he said bumping my shoulder with his own

“Mmm maybe” I said laughing

“Oh come on it’s fun” he said glancing at me

“It’s just so formal is all” I said referring to everyone dressed like it was a business party

“Ehh true, maybe we should do more house parties” he said

“That would be fun” I said nodding at him

“It would” he replied

“Hey I’m going to get a drink, want one?” I asked him standing up

“Uh yeah sure” he said looking up at me

“Let me guess…a Pepsi?” I said scratching my chin

“You know me so well” he said winking at me

I rolled my eyes playfully and walked away. Walking across the venue to the bar. The bartender was pretty busy, so I just looked around waving to some people I knew and having quick conversations with those passing by me.

“Good evening, what could I get for you?” The bartender asked over the music

“Hi! May I have a Pepsi and a Amaretto sour please” I said sliding my ID to him

“Sure thing” he said glancing at my ID and sliding it back to me

As I waited I turned around waving at Matt who was just a few feet away. When I looked back the bartender was handing me my drinks.

“Here you go ma’am” he said sticking two straws in them and sliding the drinks to me

“Thank you! How much?” I asked him opening my wallet

“Oh it’s an open bar” he said laughing

“Oh cool” I said nodding at him and smiling

I grabbed the drinks and headed back to our table. I was shocked to see a bunch of Chris' friends sitting with him. They were all laughing and I slowly slid in next to Chris handing him his drink

“Thank you babe” he said looking at me

I nodded and took a sip of my drink listening in on their convos as I looked at them.

“Are you drinking?” One of them asked me

“Uh yeah” I said laughing

“I mean should you be drinking?” Another one asked

“I’m 21, so legally I can” I said laughing

“Just because it’s legal doesn’t mean you should” the other one replied

“I’m sorry? What do you mean” I said furrowing my eyebrows

“Well, aren't you pregnant?” He asked pointing at me

“What? No, who said that?” I replied

“Oh well you just got a little bigger since the last time I saw you, so I assumed Chris knocked you up” he said laughing

“What? That’s such an asshole thing to say” I replied

“I mean not really….I guess you’re just fat” he said laughing

“Yo? What the fuck man. Are you okay in the head? Who do you think you are insulting my girl? You should know better than to ever say shit about a woman’s weight” Chris said looking at him

“I’m sorry man she just looked pregnant” he said throwing his hands up in defense

“Whatever” I said sternly and slammed my cup down

I grabbed my stuff and stood up

“Babe don’t go” Chris said

“No it’s fine” I said looking back at him

I walked away from the table and found Matt and Nick near the bar, so I walked over to them.

“Y/N” Nick said smiling at me

“Hey guys” I said

“Where’s Chris?” Matt asked

“Oh he’s catching up with some friends and I didn’t want to be a bother” I said nodding

“Ahhh got it” Matt replied

I was talking to them for a total of 10 minutes before Chris came up to us.

“There you are” he said smiling at me

“Left your friends?” I said smiling at him

“Yeah a while ago….they uhh were getting on my nerves” he said looking down at me

“Yeah I wasn’t the fondest of them” I replied

“Me neither” he said wrapping his arm over my shoulder

“Say want to step out real quick?” He asked me

“Umm yeah sure” I said looking up at him

We waved bye to Matt and Nick and walked out of the venue

“Listen don’t even think about what those assholes said” Chris replied stopping us

“I mean how can I not? Pregnant? Chris do you know how big I have to look for others to think I’m expecting” I said scoffing

“They’re just assholes who have childish minds. I promise you you do not look pregnant” he said grabbing my hands

“Chris yes I do okay. Stop lying to my face. I’m fat and ugly and you just feel pity towards me” I said rolling my eyes

“STOP IT OKAY! Stop telling me HOW I feel….that's not how I feel” he said gripping my hands harder

“You’re just being nice” I said looking away

Chris scoffed and let go of one hand. He looked around and spotted a restroom. He dragged me behind him as he stomped to the bathroom

“Why are we in here” I said finally pushing him off of him

“You’re not listening to me. I love you for you. I do not care what your body looks like, and I’m sick of you telling me how I feel because it’s wrong” he said looking at me

“Chris, how can you not care? I’m so much bigger than you and your friends are pointing it out too” I said getting annoyed

“Those aren’t my friends. Anywho who makes fun of any woman, especially my woman about their body, is no friend of mine.” He stated

“Whatever” I said stepping away from him

Chris grabbed me and walked towards the mirror

“Look at yourself” he said standing behind me

“No” I said looking away

“God dammit Y/N I said look at yourself” he said sternly grabbing my head and forcing me to look at my reflection

“You know what I see when I look at you?” He asked

“A disgusting sloppy loser” I said with a straight face

“NO. I see a beautiful intelligent woman who cares about everyone else but herself….a woman who’s so kind to others but says the most vile things about herself. You only have one body and one life to live. Stop wasting it by hating your own skin” he said shaking his head

“Chris, it's hard, okay. To constantly be reminded that I’ll never be thin and perfect like all those other girls. You’ll never know what it’s like to look in the mirror and wonder why you picked me” I said shaking my head

“Who cares about those other girls? I care about what’s in front of me, and what’s in front of me is you” he said looking at me with sad eyes

All I could do was shut my eyes and let a shaky breath out

“You’re so beautiful, and it kills me that you can’t see it” he said

Chris moved my hair over my shoulder and began to lay kisses on my left shoulder. Slow open mouth kisses causing my breath to hitch in my throat.

With his left hand he slid the strap down moving his kisses up to my neck and behind my ear

“Chris, what are you doing?” I moaned out tilting my head to the right side

“Shhh” he said running his left hand up my waist

He moved to my right shoulder and began kissing up my neck causing me to bite my bottom lip.

“We…we shouldn’t be doing this” I stuttered out

“Says who” he replied against my skin

“We could get caught” I moaned out

“Well then we better make it fast” he replied with a smirk

Chris’ hands went up my waist and to my breast squeezing them through the silk fabric

“Fuck Chris” I panted out letting my head fall back on his shoulders

“Shhh pretty girl I got you” he said kissing my ear

Chris slid the tight fabric up my body exposing my lower half

“Christopher we shouldn’t” I said grabbing his hands

“But we are” he said pushing my hands away

He ran his hands along my breasts squeezing as he kissed and sucked on my neck. His hands slowly grazing down my torso to my stomach.

“No” I said grabbing his hands and snapping my eyes open to look in the mirror

“No?” He said furrowing his brows

“I mean no not here, but yes” I said breathing heavily

“I think here is perfect, so you can look at yourself in the mirror” he replied licking his lips

“I’m not doing that” I said

“You’re going to look at yourself in the mirror, and watch me finger you giving you exactly what you want. Pulling an orgasm from you like it’s nothing. You’re going to watch your knees go walk as you fall over making a mess in my hand…got it?” He said whispering into my ear causing me to shudder

“Yes yes” I panted out

“Now look at yourself” he replied

I looked at myself in the mirror. Flat against Chris' chest as he stands taller than me. His left hand wrapped across my chest to keep me back as his right hand traveled along the skin of my stomach chasing goosebumps to form.

“Now you have to stay quiet” he said ghosting his right hand in my panty line

“Okay” I moaned out looking into his eyes to rough the mirror

Chris slowly slid his hand into my underwear cupping my cunt. My knees immediately buckling under me

“So soon?” He teased pulling me back tighter and all I could do was moan in response

He slid his middle finger down to my entrance picking up my arousal and sliding his finger back up to my clit

“Mmm so wet for me already?” He replied in a whisper

“Shut up” I said getting embarrassed

“Don’t get shy on me sweet girl” he said smirking

He brought his ring finger down, and with both his middle and ring finger he began to slowly rub my clit. Spreading my arousal around as I moaned out his name

“Feeling good baby?” He asked

“Very good” I said as my chest rose and fell rapidly

He brought his hand back out of my underwear and brought his two fingers to my mouth

“Suck” he said, and I did swirling my tongue around his finger and he removed them from my mouth

“Such a dirty mouth” he said into my ear before placing a kiss to my temple

He brought those same fingers back down to my pussy, and slowly slid his fingers into my entrance. Earning a long moan from me. The stretch of his fingers making me melt like ice cream in his hands

“I know it’s been a while, I’ve been neglecting my baby” he said kissing my cheek as he looked at me in the mirror

“Chris please don’t stop” I moaned out looking at him

He smiled and began to mercilessly pound his fingers in and out of me. All that could be heard was my shallow breathing and the wet sounds coming from my sopping cunt.

“Soo wet for me…you’re such a dirty girl” he said as he he curved his fingers hitting my G spot

“FUCK” I moaned out as my knees buckled again

“Remember you have to stay quiet” he said holding me up again

“I’m sorry” I said weakly as my mouth hung open

His fingers fucking into me at such a rapid rate his palm was hitting my clit in such a delicious way, and the sounds coming from my wet cunt we’re making me even more wet.

“Making such a mess for me, and I fucking love it” he said in a gruff tone

“Chrisss” I moaned in a high pitch tone

Chris switched between rubbing my clit and fingering me at a fast pace bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

My head fell forward as my jaw fell slack. I hadn’t realized I was drooling on Chris till he spoke

“Look at yourself pretty” he cooed

I lifted my head back and saw the string of saliva connect from my mouth to his arm as I locked eyes with him in the mirror

“Wow…my fingers have you this dumb you’re drooling all over me?” He said as his fingers moved faster

“Shit shitttt” I moaned out as I clenched down on his fingers

“You gonna cum?” He asked pouting at me through the mirror

“Please Chris…please I need it” I said

“On one condition” he said biting his lip

“Yes please god yes…what is it” I said moaning

“You have to say I am beautiful and I am loved” he said

“Chris no” I whined out

“Then no organs for you” he replied slowing down

“NO NO PLEASE, okay fine” I say moaned out batting my lashes at him

“Well then go on” he said picking the pace up again

“I am beautiful and I am loved” I said looking at myself in the mirror

“There we go” he said kissing my cheek

Chris began to rub my clit with his thumb as his fingers pounded into me

“IM GONNA CUM FUCKKK” I moaned out as I began to shake against his chest

“Come on baby you got this” he said kissing the back of my head

“Chris Chris I’m cumming” I moaned out

My thighs began to shake as my knees gave out causing Chris to hold me up. My jaw fell slack as we held eye contact in the mirror as my orgasm washed over me.

“Oh my god” I moaned out repeatedly as I came all over his fingers

He helped me ride out my high before removing his hand from my underwear. I slowly regained my balance and slid my dress down leaning onto the sink counter for support. Chris licked his fingers clean as he watched me in the mirror

“Sooo good” he moaned out

“Fuck Chris” I said still trying to catch my breath

“I told you baby you’re the only girl for me, and watching you shake and cum all over my fingers gets me going” he said smacking my ass

“I’m sorry Chris” I said standing up

“There’s no reason to be sorry. I need you to see how perfect you are and stop comparing yourself to others” he said washing his hands

“I will…thank you Chris I love you” I replied

“I love you too baby” he said drying his hands

He pulled me in for a hug and when we separated he kissed me for what felt like forever.

“I say we Uber home and finish what we started before Nick and Matt figure out we left” he said winking at me

“Okay” I said biting my lip and giggling like a schoolgirl

We headed home, and really took care of business. I don’t even think Nick and Matt realized we left them behind….

The End

Yallll I’m sorry for being gone for 6 days LMAOO, but now that the holiday season is over it’s time for me to get to work on these stories!😋 I love yall so much and hope you enjoyed this one!🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

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COLLECTION OF CHRISTMAS THEMED FICS

RPF

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1847 Rating: Teen

The Nice List Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1190 Rating: Gen

Santa Bring My Baby Back Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader Word Count: 3208  Rating: Mature

Wrapped Around My Finger Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader Word Count: 3492  Rating: Teen & Up

Fist Fights and Silent Nights Pairing: Austin Butler x  Female Reader Word Count: 1827  Rating: Mature

Santa Tell Me Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 1956 Rating: Teen

Will You Marry My Daddy? Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader Word Count: 999  Rating: Gen

All I Need Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 2323  Rating: Teen

Early Christmas Present Pairing: Ben Hardy x Female Reader Word Count: 1289  Rating: Gen

TV

Santa Stole My Girlfriend Pairing: Chandler Bing x Original Character x Joey Tribbiani Word Count: 1558 Rating: Teen

I’ll Be Home For Christmas Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2091 Rating: Gen

Free Beer and The Festive Season Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1043  Rating: Mature

Last Christmas Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 1974 Rating: Teen

MARVEL

All I Want For Christmas Is You Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1430 Rating: Gen

Baby It’s Cold Outside Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1446 Rating: Teen

A Perfect Christmas Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1260  Rating: Teen

HARRY POTTER

Santa Baby Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character, Draco Malfoy x Valentina Fleamont Word Count: 1867 Rating: Teen

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 1347 Rating: Gen

A Little Magic Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 1300  Rating: Gen

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 953 Rating: Teen

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Who/What I Write & Masterlists

Hi, I’m the writer here at fangirl-writes and this is a little masterpost/list for the fandoms and ships and people I write for. Some of them don’t have any content yet, but if you want to request a fic for said ship or person, feel free.

Requests Are Always Open, how fast I get to your request depends on how inspired I am by it and how much time I have in my personal life.

I write: X Readers, Poly Relationship X Readers, Ship Fics, Ot3 fics, Ot4 fics, etc. Friendship Fics, Fluff, Angst.

I DO NOT TAKE REQUESTS FOR: Smut (can get a little suggestive), Self-Harm, Suicide, Gore, Mental Illnesses (I don’t feel comfortable writing about what I don’t experience), Abuse, Dark Fics, Sexual Assault, Rape, Pedophilia

All X Readers Female Unless Otherwise Stated Or Requested.

I don’t do transgender reader because I do not feel I could do that justice, as I am not trans. Thank you!

If you don’t see a ship or character you want me to write for, shoot me an ask and I’ll let you know if I feel I can write for them or not!

Who/What I Will Write For:

MBAV: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Cloak and Dagger: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Queen/BoRhap: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Descendants: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Outer Banks: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward

Girls: Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, Cleo Anderson

Ships:

Jarah, JJPope, JJB, KieSarah, CleoPope, KieCleo, CleoSarah

Stranger Things: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Argyle

Girls: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Ships -

Joncy, Stonathan, Stoncy, Ronance, Steddie, Jargyle, Buckingham, Mileven, Lumax, Byler, Greatwise

Teen Wolf: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Boys: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken

Girls: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimira, Malia Tate

Ships:

Scallison, Stydia, Sciles, Scira, Scisaac, Malira, Allydia, Thiam

Twilight: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote

Girls: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater

Ships:

Bedward, Jella, Jalice, Rosemett, Carlesme, Blackwater, Rosella, Jaspella, Balice, Jakeward, Belliciper, Jacobelaward

Dead Poets Society: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts

Ships:

Anderperry, Cheeks, Knarlie, Mitts, Daltonperry

The Outsiders: Masterlist (not yet)

X Reader -

Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Keith “Two-Bit” Matthews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Ships:

N/A

The Maze Runner: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Gally, Teresa, Brenda, Aris

Ships:

Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt, Brederesa

Merlin: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Guinevere, Leon, Eleon, Percival, Morgana, Mordred

Ships:

Merthur, Arwen, Mergwen, Gwencelot, Morgwen, Perwaine

Julie and the Phantoms: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (pansexual king 👑), Reggie Peters

Male Reader or Platonic only: Alex Mercer, Willie

Ships:

Juke, Willex, Ruke, Lalex, Julie x Nick

5 Seconds Of Summer: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin

Smosh: Masterlist (nope)

X Readers -

Boys: Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman, Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew

Girls: Courtney Miller, Angela Giarratana, Arasha Lalani

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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 1

Afterglow chapters

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Story Description:

❝It's like an afterglow.❞

❝Yes, like an afterglow. If seeing something so beautiful makes you feel good then the after of it all must be... more pleasurable.❞

❝A lot of people tend to miss that detail after sunset. But not you. You're a photographer, y/n. The details in nature, in people, are some things you can never miss.❞

But there's one little detail you had missed, that you both missed: that you've already met years earlier.

You're a 25-year old photographer and part-time bartender, and has heard countless stories about the adventures of your roommate's stepbrother, Bucky Barnes -- a clumsy, party-driven 38-year old businessman. One day, you stumble upon Bucky inside your apartment on a Saturday night that would change both of your lives forever as you both take pleasure in the afterglow.

A/N: I already have this on Wattpad but with a female OC. This is my first ever Bucky Barnes fan fic and I hope you guys like it :)

CHAPTER ONE

"Hey, y/n. I think Nick wants to ask you out on a date." Peter Parker, your roommate, brought his beer bottle towards his mouth. His eyes were fixated somewhere while you were wiping droplets of beer on the countertop. You looked at his face features illuminated by the light from his laptop. "You should really put coasters here, y'know." he added.

"Shut it, Parker," You rolled your eyes at him, "or no more free drinks for you."

"He's into you." He sang and averted his eyes somewhere. You followed his gaze which was on Nick Miller who was talking to some loud blondes on the booth, taking their orders.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." You put your hand up, blocking Peter's face and walked away. You greeted some customers approaching the bar counter. "Good evening, gentlemen, what would you like to drink?"

"Shots of tequila," one replied, "and keep 'em coming, doll!" The other three cheered which you knew annoyed Peter.

The bar was packed tonight. Saturdays were the only days New Yorkers were almost free for a chill drink hangout. College boys hang by the billiards table on the corner, office girls sip their margaritas on one of the booths, thirty-year old women shoot darts on the dartboard as if the board were their husbands, thirty-year old dads with their caps on drinking hard beer on one of the tables, kids who just turned twenty-one ordering their first drink legally, lonely people by the jukebox or on the bar counter telling their sad tales to the bartender and Peter Parker casually drinking beer with a laptop in front of him.

"You really should stop doing your work here on the bar." You approached Peter once more. "You're bumming people out."

Peter raised an eyebrow, his eyes glued on the laptop. "You're bumming me out."

"Seriously, do your business work elsewhere. Go to a coffee place or something. Starbucks isn't that far."

"You know I work better with beer"

"How can I forget?"

You and Peter go way back. You two had met in business school and had been roommates ever since. While you would pull an all-nighter in your shared apartment, Peter would struggle to open the front door, dance around in the living room like he had left feet and threw his final papers on the floor. He'd end up waking up your other roommates, Mickey and Pablo (who would usually join him by the way), leaving poor you cleaning up their mess the next morning. You'd put Peter to bed, seeing as the other morons were incapable of doing so. The next day, Peter's bed would reek of the pungent smell of beer and cigarettes. Though he didn't smoke ("and I never will!"), cigarette smoke disgustingly clung to his clothes and skin, which you found rather unpleasant. Even with all the alcohol in his system, Peter managed to pass all his exams and graduate with flying colors. You hated that.

"I don't get why you drink so much during exam week." You sighed, handing Peter a glass of water. He wasn't an alcoholic but he did turn into one right before midterms and finals start. It was somehow seasonal. According to Peter, it helped him focus. "You're not supposed to drink before a big exam, y'know."

"Hemingway drinks. He writes better when he drinks."

"You're a business major. Not a writer. You don't even read literature."

"Look at you now cleaning other people's messes." Peter chuckled, closing his laptop. You sighed and wiped the counter with much vigor. The four gentlemen from earlier left a pretty big mess toasting shots before they went towards the billiards table.

"Please, this is not the kind of bar you used to go to." You responded, making a gin and tonic. "This is a smoke-free, grope-free, friendly bar. No dancing, no loud stereo music -- just your regular bar where you can relax with your friends after a long day at work."

Peter turned around and tilted his head towards the jukebox. "There's someone dancing right now beside the jukebox."

"Not that kind of dancing." A 20-something year old man was breakdancing to some old beat you've never even heard of.

"Y'know it's really ironic you're working at a bar now. Oh, how you used to hate them."

"It's the only job I can do." You shrugged. "Besides photography, of course. And again, this is not that kind of bar. Think of it like a MacLaren's Pub from that tv show. Kind of funny how it's also just below our apartment building. If only we lived in this building in college, I would've enjoyed bars more."

You once went to one party at a crowded bar where Peter had surprisingly invited you. Writhing bodies pressed up against each other. Body shots from strangers. Toilets that reeked of beer vomit and pee. An "accidental" kiss between you and Peter in the bar that lead into a steamy makeout session as soon as you got in the apartment you both shared. Up to this day, neither of you spoke of that night and perhaps that day wouldn't come -- You really hoped it didn't. Wouldn't want to open a can of worms from the past.

"You're a boring old hag." Peter snorted.

"Hmm, I'd like to disagree. I can make drinks and you can't."

"Oh, you know who can make drinks, though? My stepbrother!"

Ah, yes. His stepbrother. The infamous Bucky Barnes. Born in the upper east side of New York and sadly, out of wedlock. Orphaned at a young age and adopted by a man named Tony Stark who then married Peter's mother. A successful hotel business owner (but not really famous), and the star of Peter's countless stories. Been arrested once for streaking. Got Peter out of detention in high school. Trespassed school premises. TP'd a house during Valentine's Day. Caught naked by a newly-wed in a hotel room. That was just the tip of the iceberg.

"I know. He makes the best bloody drinks of all time." You mimicked Peter the way he would -- insulting and proud -- which he didn't like as he shot dagger-like eyes at you. His expressions changed in a snap.

"Oh, that reminds me. He's in town!"

"I thought he was in Monaco?"

"Yeah, no. He travels a lot."

"Does that mean I now get to meet this famous stepbrother of yours?" You smirked, pulling out shot glasses from one of the cabinets.

"I'm not sure he would want to meet you. You're not exactly in his league."

"You mean snobby and rich?" You laughed while fixing the shot glasses on the counter. "I'm aware."

"I mean classy." He adjusted his tie.

You snickered. "Yeah, all those stories were real classy, Parker. Top-notch."

"You know what I mean, y/n - suits, money, stuff like that. Bucky's changed." One big sip of beer. "I think."

"Ya think?" You scoffed.

"Maybe, I don't know. Haven't spoken to him in a while. He's always traveling and stuff. Hard to keep track of him."

"Sounds to me like he's on a run from the bad guys." You joked which Peter didn't find funny.

"What do you mean?"

Peter idolized Bucky. He was the sole reason why he got into business in the first place -- no, they didn't spend late nights talking in their backyard basketball court about how fulfilling business is and all that crap like brothers would do. Peter just wanted to be like Bucky. To be in the world of money, booze, and then more money. That kind of crap. "It was a joke, Parker. This Bucky sounds like he may have done some stupid stuff but I doubt he's into something illegal or what."

"Yeah, he's a good guy." But even Peter didn't sound convinced of himself. He took a big gulp of his beer.

Nick approached the counter, avoiding your eyes but a smile landed on his lips as soon as he neared you. You could hear Peter chuckling. "Hey, Nick."

Nick acknowledged him by saying a small hello and started preparing a bunch of Bloody Marys for the blonde girls by the booth. Peter watched him, finishing his beer. You gave him a look before walking away to serve some drinks -- which he just mocked in return. With a tray of beer in your right hand, you approached the four gentlemen from before at the billiards table and gave them their drinks. Seeing a couple of girls slide out of one of the booths, you grabbed a washcloth and a bottle spray on the cleaning station and headed to clean the girls' mess. The table reeked of Gin and tonic, Margaritas, Grasshopper, a couple of beers and Long Island Iced Tea. Well, that's a weirdly wild group of friends.

While cleaning up the booth, you glanced up at the printed photographs on the walls which were yours. Black and white portraits of strangers. Flashes of red and blue lights on the streets. Giant buildings. Random people on Central Park and New York streets. Peter drinking beer at the booth with his co-workers. And the owner of the bar who was always cooped up inside his small office. Photos that didn't sell in your exhibit always went to the bar, in hopes that someone might find them somewhat good -- good enough to take home. But that wasn't the case. To them, the photos were just mere decorations at the bar; they just wanted to have a good time and couldn't be bothered to even take one shy glance at the bartender's photos. You wanted to think they just had zero taste when it comes to photography to make yourself feel better but you were wrong. It just made you feel worse.

Just when you were about to turn around, Peter slid into the booth. You almost dropped the things you were holding. "Jesus, Parker."

He looked up at the photos. "Told ya your photos won't sell here."

"That's not what I was thinking." Lie. You walked towards the bar counter with Peter on your tail. He sat once more on the high stool and immensely watched as you placed some glasses on the counter.

"Come work for our company. We could really use your skills for our products." He leaned in, trying to get your attention. It wasn't the first time he tried to convince you to go work for his company.

"For the nth time, I'm no corporate slave."

"You're working at a bar. You make drinks and serve people. Some of these fuckers have corporate jobs as well - like me! If you think about it," he crossed his arms, placing them on top of the counter, "it's kind of like serving these corporations you hate."

With a frown, you asked, "What kind of logic is that?"

"A businessman's logic."

"If that's the case, the corporate world is dead." You smirked, washing the glasses. Peter was no businessman. He was just a part of a sales team, making marketing pitch presentations every week or so. Honestly, you couldn't keep up with his presentations. "I'd be happy to join then."

"Come on, Aria. You can't be juggling two jobs for the rest of your life. You can get one big job at our company and you'll get paid big time. Plus," he leaned in further, almost getting up from the stool, "we'll be working together. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"I'm honestly getting tired of you." You chuckled, sprinkling some water on Peter's face. "And my answer is still no. I don't want to work for your company. I like freelancing and bartending." That wasn't a lie. Despite graduating from business school, you decided to pursue your passion in photography even if the pay couldn't cover your half of the rent. So, you decided to take a waitressing job at the bar just below your apartment, and then started bartending. Out of all the establishments you could've gone to, you chose this very bar because it was the most convenient option of all -- it was just below the apartment. Being a photographer and a part-time bartender weren't exactly the dream you had for yourself but you liked them; nothing gave you more pleasure than taking product photos for small businesses and making drinks for strangers who happen to stumble upon one of the best bars in the Upper West Side.

Peter sighed. "I'm never giving up on you. I'm not a quitter."

"Whatever you say, big guy." Peter had been at it for a few years.

"I hate you." Peter groaned.

"Aren't you the sweetest?"

Peter rolled his eyes and caught a quick glance at the wall clock. "Hey, your shift's almost over. Better hurry up."

"Right. Thanks, Parker." You began placing back the shot glasses on one of the cabinets then hurriedly walked into a small door on the back. You greeted your boss who was just doing some paperworks.

"Hey, Steve. I'm heading out."

"Right, right." Steve looked up from his laptop and removed his specs, placing them on the table.

You gave him a smile and turned to leave but before you could even close the door, Steve called you.

"Yeah?"

"Nick's not gonna be here tomorrow afternoon and I'm gonna be in Long Island for some family reunion. Would you mind checking all the deliveries for tomorrow?"

"Well, what about the others?"

"Ah, they're no good." Steve sighed. "I only trust you and Nick."

You raised an eyebrow. "Nick? Really?" You wouldn't trust Nick with anything -- not even with some dumb, silly secret.

Steve shrugged. "He's a good kid. He and I get along. So, do I get a yes?"

"Yeah, sure. I got nothing going on tomorrow."

"No photography thingy?"

You pursed your lips. "Not unless you want me to take photos for your family reunion."

"No way in hell am I gonna let you meet my family."

"Aw, you said you trust me."

He chuckled and leaned back on his office chair. "Go home, y/n."

You sent him a smile before heading back to the counter to meet Peter who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. "Let's go, Parker."

You two walked up the steps towards your apartment building, shoulders bumping from time to time. You and Peter lived on the fifth floor. You would've gotten your own place but your parents cut you off since you refused to work for the family supermarket your family owned in Hoboken, New Jersey. The last time you spoke to your parents was almost three years ago, when you threw a huge tantrum like a damn baby at your graduation party. "There's nothing for me here in New Jersey! It's as boring as these two old couples next door. (No offense). I hated business school. I want to pursue photography whether you like it or not. I'm not staying in this hellhole forever."

"You walk out that door, you're out of here forever."

And out you went with only a couple of clothes and some leftover college money. The only sliver of hope you had was Peter.

"Hey, y/n?" Peter asked as soon as you got inside the elevator. "Hypothetically, if Nick asked you out on a date, would you say yes?"

You gave him a weird look after the elevator doors closed before you. "I don't know, man. Never dip the pen in company ink, right?" You fished for your apartment key on your purse. "How are you so sure he's gonna ask me out?"

"He flat out told me that's how." He replied. "Yesterday night. So, if he does ask you..."

"Why are you so invested in my dating life?"

"You have no dating life." He retorted.

Peter was one to talk. He also didn't have one.

"You know what I mean, idiot."

He shrugged. "Just curious."

The elevator doors opened and you both headed towards your apartment unit, with Peter still yapping about Nick this and Nick that. You groaned, getting ultimately tired of hearing Nick's name and the possibility of you and him dating. "Maybe you should date him, Parker."

"You date him."

You gave him a confused look. "Shut up, Parker."

"Wait, you know what? Don't date him. I don't like him for you. He's weird and -- "

"No, I mean it. Shut. Up." You hissed, stopping on your tracks and grabbing Peter by his arm. You were right outside your apartment unit. There was a small gap between the door and the door frame. It seemed like someone broke in..

"What do we do? What do we do?" Peter half-yelled, half-whispered.

"Have the cops on speed dial. If it really is a robbery, call them. Got it?"

"What if they have guns?"

"I'll tell them to shoot you first."

"Gee, thanks for looking after me. Appreciate it."

You smirked, your hands already on the door. Slowly, you pushed it away from your body, failing to make it as quiet as possible as the door creaked against the floorboards. You gently looked around the dark living room, seeing no sign of someone inside -- until your eyes caught something moving on the couch. Your eyes went wide. You went back in the hallway where Peter was standing with his phone in his hand, ready to press the call button.

"Well?" He was waiting for an answer.

"I think someone's crashing on our couch?" Even you looked confused.

"What? Are you sure?"

"Either that or a large animal just broke into our apartment. Come on, let's go see." You whispered, trying not to wake up the uninvited guest.

"I'm not going in there!"

"Fine, I'll wake the bastard up." You groaned. "Pussy."

"Dick." He snickered but zipped his mouth shut as soon as you sent him a glare.

Without a noise, you managed to get closer, using the light from your phone as a guide. On the couch was a huge blanket sprawled across and under that was the rhythmic sound of someone breathing. Your hand lightly trembled, reaching for the blanket to unveil whoever was under it; but before you could even touch a single thread, the person jumped out of the couch, and so did your heart. You let out a scream, falling backwards and hitting your head on one of the small tables beside the couch. The unknown person stood on the couch, and awfully joined your screams. The lights suddenly turned on, with Peter standing by the door.

"Oh my god!" You yelped as soon as you realized the man in front of you was naked. No clothes, no nothing, just bare skin against the cold breeze. Your hands immediately flew to your eyes. "Who the hell are you?" Your screamed at him.

He urged you to remove your hand from your eyes, telling you he was wrapping the blanket around his waist. Thankfully, he wasn't lying.

"Bucky?" Peter breathed, approaching the scene.

"This is Bucky?" You asked in disbelief.

Bucky smiled and jumped off the couch, offering his hand. "Hi, I'm Bucky."

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MASTERLIST

Requests are open for any of the fandoms ( Click ) (feel free to suggest one and I’ll let you know if I can) and if you want smut here’s what the limits are ( Click )

Festive Prompt List (Christmas) -> CLICK Prompt List (Spooky) -> TBA Prompt List (General) -> TBA

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Key - 

(S) - Smut

(F) - Fluff

(P) - Preference 

(I) - Imagine

(H) Headcannon

(A) Angst

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Marvel

Never Along - Tony Stark X Avenger!Reader (F)

Only You - Tony Stark X Reader (F)

Where Did Everybody Go? - Tony Stark X Ex-Hydra!Reader (A)

My Speedster - Pietro Maximoff X Reader (S)

Progress - Wanda Maximoff X Reader (F)

Natasha Romanoff taking care of you when you’re sick would include (H)

Sign Me Up - Frank Castle X Reader (F)

Family First - Frank Castle X Reader (F)

Her Habits - Trish Walker X Reader (F)

Trouble Find Me - Bucky Barnes X Hydra!Reader (F)

Bottom Of The River - Peter Parker X Reader (A)

Fix You - Peter Parker X Male!Reader (A) (F)

Peter Parker Fluff Alphabet (F)

X-gene - Logan Howlett X Reader (A)

Rock The Bed - Logan Howlett X Reader (S)

Psych 101 - Thor Odinson X Reader (F)

Running Out Of Time - Stephen Strange X Avenger!Reader (A)

The Walking Dead

Ambushed - Negan X Reader (F)

Defensive - Negan X Reader (S)

Moving On - Negan X Reader (F)

Pleading Innocent - Negan X Reader (F)

Under My Protection - Negan X Teen!Fem!Reader (F)

Dandelion - Negan X Reader  (pt. 2)  (pt. 3) (F) (A)

Freezing Storm - Negan X Reader (F)

Hunter Down - Daryl Dixon X Reader (F)

Panicked Love - Daryl Dixon X Reader (F)

Reality - Daryl Dixon X Reader (A)

Saved You First - Daryl Dixon X Teen!Fem!Reader (F)

My Way Or The Highway - Daryl DIxon X Reader (A)

Unbelievable - Rick Grimes X Reader (A)

Trust Issues - Aaron X Fem!Teen!Reader (F)

Friend On The Other Side - Aaron X Teen!Whisperer!Reader (F) (A)

Supernatural

Fall For Me  - Dean Winchester X Angel!Reader (F)

Creep - Dean Winchester X Reader (A)

Paper Crown - Sam Winchester X Male! Reader (F)

Sleeping Grace - Castiel X Hunter!Reader (F) (A)

I’ve Got You - Gabriel X Hunter!Reader (F)

DC Comics

My Drug - Arthur Fleck/Joker X Crazy!Reader (F)

I Don’t Know You - Red Hood X Male!Reader (A) (F)

I’m Serious - Red Hood X Trans!Oc (Nova) (F)

Harley Quinn Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

My Hero Academia

In The Hands Of The Enemy - Dabi X Fem!Reader (F)

Let’s Hang Out Sometime - Tomura Shigaraki X Reader (F) (A)

Swapped - Shota Aizawa X Hero!Fem!Reader (F)

Please. . . - Shota Aizawa X Hizashi Yamada X Hero!Reader (A) (F)

Is Something Burning? - Shoto Todoroki X Reader (F) (A)

Gotham

Jerome Valeska Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

Harvey Bullock Being Jealous Would Include. . . (H)

Flirty Mood - Harvey Bullock X Reader (F)

My Queen - Barbara Kean X Female!Reader (F)

One In A Million - Barbara Kean X Reader (F)

Always - Barbara Kean X Reader (F)

Not Next - Jonathan Crane X OC (F)

Breathe In, Breathe Out - Jonathan Crane X Villain!Reader (F) (A)

Run Away - Jim Gordon X Teen!Reader (F)

Unhealthy Obsession - Edward Nygma X Reader (A)

I Think I Broke Something - Oswald Cobblepot X Reader (A) (F)

Criminal Minds

Meant To Be - JJ X Reader (F)

My Life For Yours - Spencer Ried X Reader (A)

Lucifer

Sinnerman - Lucifer X Reader (F)

Law & Order SVU

Gamble Your Heart Away - Amanda Rollins X Reader (F)

Buried In Work - Dominick “Sonny” Carisi X Reader (F)

Big Brother

Our Little Secret - Nicole Franzel X Reader (F)

The 100

I Promise You - Clarke Griffin X Reader (A) (F)

Fight For You - Lexa X Reader (F)

Grey’s Anatomy

Meredith Grey Fluff Alphabet  (F)

Date Me - Mark Sloan X Reader (F)

Friends With Benefits - Lexie Grey X Shepherd!Reader (S)

School Girl Crush - Lexie Grey X Fem!Shepherd!Reader (F)

His Eyes - Derek Shepherd X Reader (A)

A Little Bit Of Luck - Derek Shepherd X Sloan!Reader (A) (F)

Scream To The Heavens - Izzie Stevens X Sloan!Reader (F)

Love Bug - Izzie Stevens X Reader (F)

Love to - Arizona Robbins X Field!Reader (F)

Stand By You - Lucy Fields X Reader (F)

They Look So Pretty When The Bleed - Alex Karev X Reader (A) (F)

Soul Eater

Drunk Words Sober Intent - Older!Deathscythe!Soul X Fem!Reader (F)

Seven Deadly Sins

For The Greater Good - Ban X Sin!Reader (F) (A)

Dead To Me

Cuddling With Judy Hale Would Includ. . . (H)

Halo

Team Osiris Cuddles (P)

Vale Trying To Make You Feel Better Would Include (H)

Perfect Week - Olympia Vale X Reader (F)

Lazy Day - Human!Cortana X Reader (F)

Orange Is The New Black

Love Doctors - Lorna Morello X Reader (F)

Apple Pie Life - Maritza Ramos X Fem!Reader (F)

Found Me - Maritza Ramos X Fem!Reader (A) (F) 

American Horror Story

Go Bite In The Night - James March X Reader (S)

Saying “I love you” to Mary Eunice first would include (H)

Jealousy Got The Best Of Me - Nora Montgomery X Reader (F)

My Light House - Misty Day X Reader (F)

YouTuber’s

Noodle - Courtney Miller (Smosh) X Reader (F)

This Is War - Mark Fischbach (Markiplier) X Reader (F)

Markiplier (Egos)

Evermore - Darkiplier X Reader (A)

Requiem - Darkiplier X Reader (A) (F)

Twilight (Pt. 2) - Darkiplier X Reader (A) (F)

Holiday Season - Darkiplier X Reader (F)

All I Want - Darkiplier X Reader (F)

In Your Head - Wilford Warfstache X Reader (A)

Adventure’s Call - Illinois X Reader (F)

Dead On Arrival - Illinois X Reader (F) (A)

Musical Friend - Yancy X Reader (F)

Parole - Yancy X Reader (F)

Meant To Be Yous’ - Yandere!Yancy X Reader (A)

Poking The Bear - The Host X Reader (F)

The Perfect Gift - The Host X Reader (F)

Panic Room - The Host X Reader (F)

In All Of The Seven Seas - Captain Magnum X Fem!Reader (F)

Pirates of the Caribbean

Beautiful As The Sea - Elizabeth Swann X Reader (F)

Aphmau Series’

Anger - Zane Ro’meave X Reader (F)

Celebrities

Missing You - Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Reader (S) (F)

Who Do You Belong To? - Jeffrey Dean Morgan X Reader (S)

Set Sex - Lauren Cohan X Reader (S)

Sleeping Beauty - Evan Peters X Reader (F)

Promise - Patrick Stump X Reader (F)

Snoopin’ Around - Jennifer Aniston X Reader (A)

Video Games

Fallout 4 Casefile - Nick Valentine X Reader (A)

Until Dawn Session 3 - Chris Heartley X Reader (A)

Santa’s List - Samantha Giddings X Reader (F)

Alien Isolation Where Do You Think You’re Going? - Amanda Ripley X Reader (F)

Victorious

Movie Night - Jade West X Reader (F)

Run Along - Jade West X Reader (F)

Confidence - Jade West X Reader (F)

Good Looking Mess - Jade West X Reader (F)

Disney

Under The Mistletoe - Elsa X Reader (F)

Secret Love - Elsa X Fem!Reader (F)

The Office

Halloween Mishap - Pam X Reader (F)

NCIS

Injured On The Job - Ziva David X Reader (F)

[soft-persephone]

Not a Accident

Nick Miller x Black!Female!Reader

WC: 2.2k // Mature: MDNI // Warning: Smut, Light cockwarming, // Slight angst, sad relationship talks // a lil cringy dialog (but we move!) // masterlist

I wrote this with black women in mind, but everyone is welcome to read it!!!

AN: And remember what Amine’ said IN CAROLINE for his tiny desk concert! Look it up if you don’t know what I’m talking about! You’ll love it! ☺️

And no, I didn’t focus on my new girl fic because Doug Renetti broke my heart in Minx….

Nick walked in the door and sighed

He was beyond tired.

He worked three back to back shifts and all he wanted to do was get back to you before—

“In what world do you get a girl like that?”

“I’m not doing this today, Schmidt.” Nick wants to scream. He wants to yell, or at least do something loudly in some frustrated manner. . But he was too tired.

So he’ll have to settle on just showing his displeasure with his face.

“I worked too hard for too long. I just want to have one simple moment with my girlfriend before she has to leave for the day with her friends.”

“That!” Schmidt dramatically pointed, “is precisely the problem Nick. You just go around working and doing whatever else, when you should be with her.

Schmidt’s voice shifted and his eyes got watery in a way Nick did not feel comfortable with.

“I’m just so proud of you man. You’ve been taking moderately good care of yourself and putting your best foot forward and somehow she’s still here . . . But also, YOU DONT DESERVE HER!”

Nick frowned and pushed past Schmidt to get to his room.

“Have a nice day at work.” He grumbled.

Asshole.

Opening the door of his room, he smiled.

Every ounce of frustration and anger he had rumbling around in him no longer mattered.

You were face down in his bed, sheets crumpled in various directions, half covering your body. You had one hand dangling over the edge while one was tucked underneath the pillow you had your face buried in. A cute purple bonnet covered your hair while you only wore one of his shirts.

He grabbed a few things and cleaned him self up before climbing in alongside you.

He gently grabbed you by the hips and pulled you into his chest so you could both lay side by side. You sleeply cried out but adjusted into the position easily, letting him move you every which way until you were both comfortable against each other.

God, did he really love you.

He inwardly sighed in relief when you didn’t wake up.

He wanted, no he needed, this moment with you.

All he thought about was you being here when he got back from work. How he wanted to hold you tight and bask in your presence, your touch, and your smell, just before you were ripped apart again, and he’d have to wait hours upon hours again before you could both spend some quality time together.

He was being a little dramatic, and he kind of hated it. . . . But maybe he has a right to be. You live on the other side of the country! He has to wait for you to come to LA before you can both act like the distance doesn’t bother either of you!

Truth be told it was killing him.

But you don’t talk about it. He doesn’t talk about it. It was an unspoken rule he was sure you both appreciated.

However, whenever you were together, he forgets about all the problems between you two, and he thinks for you it’s quite the same. Being together was just so, easy.

He moved his face to settle on to yours so you were both cheek to cheek. Your perfume radiated off of you in waves. You always smelled of something sweet.

It was sweet but complex and sophisticated and amazing and beautiful. It smelled like you.

You were always so pretty, but when you were sleeping it was something special.

He didn’t have to worry about what other people might think in moments like these or how he looked so stupid or how stupid his thoughts were.

It was only you and him, and that was all that mattered.

But he was also a man.

A very simple one at that.

And he had a very long and tired shift at work. He had done his job with you on his mind during every hour that crawled by, and now you were in front of him.

Every dip and curve of your body was pressed against him, he could run his hand along your soft skin, caress the very warm brown thighs that held the power of his image destruction.

He couldn’t help the furling desire that grew inside of him. The thought of you leaving at some point made him even more desperate.

He looked at the clock and watched as 7:00am crawled closer and closer.

He needed to do something now before you were gone.

You asked him to wake you up at that time, so you’d be able to get ready for an early brunch with your friends. You all flew in together and split a hotel room, but here you were now, in his bed.

There was something about the way you looked in your sleep.

Cuddled on your side, covers pulled up over your nose and the pillows fanned around your face, protecting you against everything in the day had in store for you. Your eyelashes soft and feathery didn’t move an inch as you slept. The sun was starting to cast a warm new throughout the room, dawning you in a dazzling glow.

Nick’s chest swelled with emotion.

Fuck!

He wanted to be close to you. He wanted to spend the rest of the day with you. It’s not like you were here everyday. You fly halfway across the country when you can just to be here, and he can’t help but to accept whatever time you spare to be with him. Hell if this trip wasn’t so sudden he might have taken off work just to be with you.

You just smelled so good.

No matter what type of scent you wore, it was always a sweet one. But your favorite, which was also becoming his favorite, was vanilla. It somehow wedged its way into everything you wore. If was flowery or sexy or spicy or whatever the fuck it was, vanilla was always there.

“Mmh.” Nicks face was pressed against yours. His body was now covering yours too. His knees folded under yours, legs interlocking together, his arms holding you as if you were an oversized teddy bear.

“You smell good.”

“You too.” You hummed back. “…..hate it.”

Nick’s chuckle vibrated in his chest, tickling at your back. “Why? If anything I thought you’d appreciate me taking a shower before I get into bed.”

“Like it better when you smell like cheep beer and whiskey.”

Nick laughed again, his breath tickled your ear.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He moved your leg over his, not even saying anything slick or suggestive or smooth. Just a sudden movement, no start of sweet nothings or jokes or conversation of any kind.

He grinded his hips against yours in a slow stroke.

Your mouth opened in a silent moan. You were still a bit sleepy, but that didn’t stop the throb between your legs.

“Later.” You softly moaned into the pillow. “I gotta get ready.”

“No,” he moved your sleep shorts to the side and sucked at your throat in the way you liked, “now.” He gruffly pouted.

He pulled his sweatpants down and groaned as his cock bobbed out of his sweats. The head already leaking.

Fuck. You brought your hand to your mouth and bit your finger hard.

Nick was always thick, but fuck was he stretching you out. Barely past his head was inside of you but it was already too much.

“No one in New York been fuckin’ you.”

“Mhmm.” You slurred. “Just you…only here.”

“That’s a long time with no dick.”

“S’allright before ah metyou , i'll b’ sallright after.” You horsesed softly. Your voice was still raspy with sleep, but breathy from the way he was slowly stretching you out. Inch by excruciatingly pleasant inch

When Nick was all the way inside of you he craned his neck past your face to give you a kiss. It was firm, but littered with a sleepy edge. As all consuming and desperate as one could manage in such a state. He eventually brought his hand up your chest. Dragging his knuckles from under your shirt to your neck, grabbing firm but softly at your neck to keep you in place.

Your chest burned.

You grew equally desperate for a breath of air as you were for his mouth to stay on yours. From the way he was taking your breath away, to the way he felt so full inside of you, it was too much.

You moaned in his mouth.

Nick wanted to tease you, but fuck… he could only take so much. The feeling of you moaning in his mouth made him twitch inside of you, and you responded with a gush.

You were so warm and wet, and he felt so comfortable.

He didn’t want to move.

“Nick I need to go.” You whined after he finally broke the kiss.

He ignored you, mouthing at your neck, biting down as hard as he could on your collar before nipping at your jaw.

“No.” He mumbled into your skin.

“Niiiick.”

-

“You fucked him.”

“Leave me alone.” You deadpanned.

“Your really did fuck him,” Natalie squealed!”

“Yayyy! You fucked him!” Reesha clapped and giggled.

“You two play, too fucking much.” You muttered. But you still held a smile on your face.

“So what’s the plan on this whole, long distance thing?”

“How come your always flying to him and he never flys to see you?”

“Is he really that broke?”

“Oh my god girl! You ain’t tell me you were fucking a broke nigga!”

“Will you two quit it out already!” You rolled your eyes. Besides, you added with a pout, “I thought we were doing a fun brunch thing!”

“Your fun brunch privileges get revoked when you have them in the same city as the guy you're willing to fly out to for sex.” Natalie gave you a pointed look.

Natalie was your Best friend throughout undergrad, and Reesha was a friend through her husband which you worked with at a Law Firm.

“Well, better him than my husband. You two were getting a little too chummy.”

“Reesha, you know good and well nobody wants your man! They’ve been friends since law school! That’s old news!”

“By the way, Xavier misses you.” Caresia raised an eyebrow at you before taking a sip of her mimosa.

“We’ve all been missing you.” Natalie added.

“I know I know.”

We’re you really spending that much time in LA?

“I want to say I’ve been trying to make it work?”

Your friends sighed over exaggeratedly.

“Girl, you mean you’ve been hopping on all these flights without thinking about it?”

“Oh you must love this guy for real for real…”

“I don’t really like the way you said that, Reesha.” You scoffed half jokingly.

“You shouldnt! We came here not only to have a good time, but to have a real talk with you.”

“Does this guy have a real job?” If you two are serious enough to be long-distance this long, it’s time you start thinking about the facts.”

“He’s a bartender.” You crossed your arms and bit the inside of your cheek to keep a neutral expression.

“Like a regular one or one that’s actually making some money.”

“She ain’t tell you?” Reesha scoffed before chuckling and sipping her mimosa.

“Tell me what?” Natalie turned to look at you.

You didn’t respond, opting to look into your glass and take a long sip through the little straw.

Nick’s made you a better one. And annoyingly won’t tell you how he made it, so you'll suffer through mediocre mimosa’s for the rest of your life if he’s not there.

“Don’t you make that face. What were you supposed to tell me.”

“He has three roommates.”

“Three?!?”

“Told you!”

“Is the dick really that good?” Natalie shook her head and sighed.

“Look, I’m a big girl and I know what I’m getting myself into.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want another guy like Derik.”

“But Derik might have been an asshole, but at least he was on your level? If you kept setting him straight and puting him in his place each time he stepped out of line, you could have trained yourself up the perfect man! He can actually provide you the life you want. You two could have built a future together!” Reesha pleaded.

“Derik is a grown ass man!” You huffed, “I’m not tryna be a second mother to some nigga! I want to be happy, and Nick makes me happy!” You sighed, but gave them a real look, doing your best to make sure your friends could at least see how you felt if your words weren’t enough.

“I don’t know how or if this is going to end, but I know that right now this is what I want. This is it for me.”

“If you say so,” Natalie relented.

“We just want you to know we’re here for you no matter how this turns out.” Reesha added.

“I know,” you sighed, “I know.”

[soft-persephone]

A Guide to Proper Communication/Best He Could Do: (Totally Intentional)

Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader // Nick Miller x Fem!Reader

WC: 3.8k! // MDNI // More Nicky Nick // Masterlist

Warning: Sex. Explicit themes. Maybe not the best communication skills.

Again, I wrote this with a black women in mind, but everyone is welcome to read it! I hope you enjoy! (Gif from @clintbartons )

Nick smiled a little once he made his way into the hotel. He didn’t have the best type of phone for you to text him the address with a link or web-something like that. He didn’t know much about “smart phones”.

He also didn’t trust it.

And he was not going to GPS himself there either. He had a brain and maps still worked, so why would he ever need a voice in a box to replace something that already exists! 

It’s that exact human laziness that got humanity to where it is now. No more hard working, adaptable, and resourceful people. No more basic human decency or connection. 

Just convenience and technology.

Needless to say, they had their first fight. 

Studpid? Yes.

But somehow he found it in him to give her an email. . . It was for emergencies. A last minute resort, only to be used when needed.

He wasn’t that stupid.

“Hello, sir?” The nice lady at the front desk  smiled brightly, “are you checking in? Visiting someone perhaps?”

“I’m here for the uh, the law or business conference thing.” He fought the urge to cross his shoulders or look as uncomfortable as he felt. “It should have started maybe half an hour ago.”

“Oh, yes sir! It’s right this way!”

Nick followed her from a polite distance until he knew for sure he had the right place.

It was done up to the nines. Probably the fifth fanciest place he’d ever been. He’s seen hotels like this in so many cities but never dared to dream he'd even think about actually being inside of one.

“Nick!” 

You were as gorgeous as ever. Even more than the last time he saw you. 

He was not an expert in the ups and downs and trends of female fashion, but he’d say you looked amazing. As sexy as someone could get at a work function with mostly men. That maybe you're wearing something to push the boundaries as far as you can before someone could label you inappropriate or pull you to the side and say you were making the rest of the men uncomfortable. 

“Excuse me miss,” he smiled, “but I came here for the business event this evening and not for a celebrity party or gala. Could you point me in the right direction?”

You laughed with your whole body, turning away from him and covering your mouth. He'd say he loved the way it sounded, but when you laughed he only heard bells ringing.

“You're too much.”

You cupped both sides of his face and looked into his eyes, making his heart drop and his chest swell. Just being close to you overwhelmed him with emotions he couldn't even begin to explain. 

“What are you doing?” he chuckled through his nose with a huff, “You just gonna stand there and hold my face  like a weirdo or are we gonna go inside?” He chuckled before licking his lips. “I mean, either way, I don’t mind. . . We’ve just been here for quite a while.”

“I- I’m just so happy to see you,” you averted your eyes for a second and looked away momentarily before looking him in the eye again, “in person.”

You were gazing into him so deeply, eyes searching and exposing every naked part of him for who he is and what he could be. He wasn’t sure what you'd find after looking at him for so long, but he was scared of all the possible things that might be.  

Would you want to be with him once you've seen it all?

He settled on a, “it's good to see you too.” he chuckled lowly. “In person.”

He’d be damn if he’d tripped over his own feet to get to  you. He couldn't do that to himself. . or you. Not this time.

Some serious looking man pops up and calls your name.

“I'll be there in a sec!”

You smiled at him again, instead of holding his face you chose to clasp both of his hands into yours.

“I am so excited for tonight!”

“So am I.” He gave you a few finger guns. Why? He's not sure, but he's rocking with it. At this point he has no choice but to act like it's normal.

“They aren't going to let significant others of any kind into the business side of things because of the incident that happened last year, so you’ll have to stay in this specific area.”

Nick’s mind was blank. He didn't wait so long for this night just to be shoved off into a corner.

“Yeah, no,” he shrugged it off. What's a few more days compared to a few more hours? If that, even! It's a work thing, right? Go work! Ole Nicky will be just fine!”

One more blessed smile and you were gone. 

The night was hell. . .

The drinks were as decent as a business function could manage, but what really grated his nerves were the women he was surrounded by. At first he thought about it in a practical manner.

You worked in a male dominated field, so of course he’d be surrounded by a bunch of women in the significant other –and ‘others’ section. 

These women were as ditsy as they come. . . or the most elaborately decorated pieces of cardboard. Pretty, but they were bored and disinterested. However, it was clear why they were here.

“Oh my God,” some not genuine red hed practically screamed in his ear, “so are you like an escort for the one woman here?”

“Don't be stupid,” her friend chided, “He's clearly her LA Bae!” 

He gave his best forced fake smile and took a sip of his beer, leaving them to a hissy fit of their giggles.

The annoying questions, the alcohol, and the lingering boredom were all adding to the slow simmering fire of the rage building up inside of him.

Is this what you thought of him? Was your relationship even real or was he just someone you met up with anytime you were in LA because otherwise you’d be lonely and bored. He wasn't against anything casual or fun, but the longer he stays in this stupid corner, the more it becomes clear to him what he wants you to be in his life.

He wants something real with you.

All the times you both spent video chatting, him asking  you what you wanted. . .

The way you never gave an answer, or changed the subject in a way where you  started to answer, but ultimately never really answered the question. . . 

He hated that the most.

Whatever it may be, he wanted you to say it. You owed him that much. 

“Nick!” You called again that night, not for the last time. 

“Hey.” He tried his best to not look upset, but he’s known for having a pretty sucky best effort. He  tried to make his tight-lipped smile as polite as possible, but that only did so much when his arms were crossed tightly against his chest. The beer in his hand dangling idle at his side.

You paused but only for a split second, blinking past the tension before smiling up at him.

“Hey!” You placed both hands on his shoulders before moving them up and down his arms. 

“It’s finally over! We are free to do anything we want now!”

Nick watched a blonde walk arm and arm with a considerably older man, giggling in his ear as they made their way into an elevator where the man not so subtly slid his hand up her considerably short dress. 

Is this it?

This can’t be it.

Fuck it.

“I was thinking we could go get a late dinner” you started, “or we could keep it lowkey and get a drink at a bar somewhere? Maybe head back to the hotel I'm staying at?” your hands glided across his chest before meeting at his back as you took a step closer. 

“No.”

Your brows furrowed

“What do you mean no? Nick what’s–”

“Is what we have real?”

“Of course what we have is real!” you scoffed, “Where is this–”

“--no!” Nick shouted and slammed his beer on the nearest surface. 

“No.” he said again more firmly, taking a step closer to you. “Why did you invite me here? Why invite me to something if we aren’t actually going to get to talk or spend real time together?”

“Ni–”

“--are you embarrassed by me?” he yelled. “Is that it?”

“Why the fuck would I be embaressed of you Nick?” you yelled back, waving your hands around with as much fervor as he was. You both had to be looking like complete fucking asholes. “If I'm embarrassed to be seen around anyone, it would be Derik!” you huffed.

 “I like you. . . because you aren’t him! Y- you're nothing like him. . . nothing.” your voice broke a little at the end and Nick couldn’t help but feel a little bad. But the little voice in his head told him to be selfish, and all he wanted to do at the moment was listen to it.

“It's not enough.” he crossed his arms and pursed his lips. 

“It's not enough?” you said incredulously. “When is it going to be enough Nick? What the fuck else do you even want me to do? I–”

“--prove it.”

He licked his lips and cursed under his breath. “Prove it to me by coming back to my place. Come into my world. No fancy ubers, no five star restaurants, no shopping, no elaborate gifts. Just you and me with my terrible friends and roommates.’

You shook your head, but you didn’t look mad at him or like you were going to cry.

At least he knows he didn’t completely fuck this up. 

This was good. He told himself. It was good because he was communicating. He was being honest and somewhat talking about his feelings. A complaint he’s gotten so many times in the past. This was different. 

This was progress.  

-

Nick had you on his lap. Nowhere you hadn’t been before. Except you were out of your dress. 

The only thing covering you was a thin champagne colored lingerie set, and a thin sheen of sweat. Nick’s right hand lay on your side as his left held another cold beer. 

You slowly ground on his lap. A small whine slipped out of your mouth at the feeling. He was still in his suit. Jacket gone, shirt unbuttoned, shoes thrown somewhere. His tie was loose on his neck. 

“Shh, none of that now,” he muttered sweetly in your ear. “You're doing such a good job.”

You shifted your weight once more, pushing yourself closer to him so that your legs dangled on the other side of the chair and your faces rested flat against him. Perched perfectly between the meat of his chest. Normally it was a place you revealed to be. You loved burning your face against his chest during sex, sometimes chancing a bite on one of his pecs, or toying with his nipples, but tonight all you could spare was desperate pants as he edged and toyed with you as the night went on and on. Never ending his little game of payback. 

 The room was hot and stuffy. All you could do was hope he would do something to relieve any of the frustration you felt. Nick brushed his hand past your core once more, making sure each bump of his knuckles brushed against your clit. 

“Your making a such a mess,” he mumbled against your ear. The warmth of his breath wasn’t helping how hot you felt. “Schmidt’s gonna be so mad once he sees how bad you've ruined his suit. You're dripping everywhere.” 

It shouldn’t be so hot to hear him say that. It made you whine as you grind your hips once more across his lap. You were aching. This slow game of arousal was driving you mad. 

“Nick,” you panted, “please. . .I need more.

Nick hummed in response, but otherwise did nothing.

After another torturous moment. Where time was fast, slow, and non existent, he finally did something.

“Get on the bed.”

This was it! Finally!  Something was going to happen!

You moved to get in the bed normally, but he stopped you.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head before yanking the tie off his shoulders and throwing it, “lay facing the foot of the bed.”

You slowly did as you were told, not sure how to feel about it. 

This was. . .new.

Nick got into the bed and  shifted under you.

He let his hands roam on your legs, taking his time. He smoothed them gently across your calves, slowly feathering his fingers along your thighs, just barely touching you.

You yelped. In a quick motion before you could even blink, he was yanking you closer to his face, spreading your legs wide.

Your pussy was already hot and weeping from the way he had you earlier. The sudden warmth of his breath against you only made you wetter. It made the inside of you ache and a fire within your coil and furl hotter than before.

You shuddered, and he kissed the inside of your thigh in response. 

“Don’t worry. I'm gonna be taking care of you real soon.” He talked into you, every breath of his word fluttered straight onto your clit.”

You clutched the sheets on each side of his legs. 

“Nick, I'm sorry,” you moaned, “please, please. . .I can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, I know” he chided sweetly before mouthing at your thigh, biting and sucking on it until his teeth left an indention in your skin, making you howl. He kissed the marks before circling them with his tongue, making a wet popping noise, “I know how sorry you are, and I know just how good your going to be making it up to me.”

Done with his teasing, he placed his mouth on all of you, kissing you, undoing you. He was breaking you. He lathed at you relentlessly, licking against your walls, swirling his tongue against your clit in a never ending pattern. 

His large expansive hands grab each side of your ass, rubbing your skin softly and grabbing you firmly, his fingers leaving more marks into your skin. You were finding that his frustration of not leaving noticeable bruises or hickeys on your skin was frustrating for him which he soon started becoming more and more creative. He started biting into you harder than he normally would, letting his nails stay slightly longer than normal just so he’d have a chance to scratch you with them. Squeezing you tightly just as he was doing now, so he could later watch the little moons stretch taught on your skin until they slowly faded away for him to replace them with more. 

The thought of marking you was turning him on more and more, the taste of you dripping around his face overwhelming, he had to do something. He had to let you know how he felt. He sucked your clit, hard.

You felt your moan but you couldn’t hear it. You couldn’t focus. 

You could only hear the sloppy wet sounds of Nick eating you out. You could only smell and feel the evidence of your arousal all over his borrowed slacks, and the budding pre cum spreading inside of them. You could only feel the bulge of his cock grind against your face as you held onto his thighs for balance, squeezing his legs as tight as he was squeezing yours. 

It was too much. 

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t think.

But you could open your mouth, so you did. 

You mouthed at his clothed erection, making his thrusts harder and harder onto your face. 

The feeling of your hot mouth through his pants made him growl into you which made you respond with a moan, frustrating him further.

Taking two thick fingers, he took a break from using his tongue and thrust them inside of you, curling them until he found just the right spot. After doing so, he took one more suck on your clit, moaning at how wetter you were.

Your mouth made a sound but you couldn’t hear it with his thighs clapping over his ears. 

You both came hard and fast.

He let your legs go, and you only laid there limply, not able to move a finger. You could only lay there,making small weak gasps for breath as you came down.

Nick moved from under you with a groan. 

You silently watch him strip out the rest of his clothes. 

You wanted to hate the little smug smile that graced his face as he kept looking back at you on the bed, but you couldn;t help but to  somehow find it endearing. He didn’t look so confident and accomplished when it came to other things.

You watched him sigh in relief as he undid the belt buckle and kick off his pants, leaving him only in his boxers. He rubbed his hand over his chest in large mesmerizing circles. Up, down, side to side. His chest was hairy, wel. . . a lot of him was hairy, and you loved it perhaps more than you should.

You hummed in appreciation and he threw a pillow at you with an amused huff. 

“Your such a pervert.”

He bent down and slid his hand to the nape of your neck, entrapping you in a long hard kiss. His tongue chasing and licking into you at a pce you could hardly keep up with. The firmness of his jaw as he kissed into you over and over made your head spin. The tickle of his stubble, making your legs weaker than they already were. 

He pulled away with a dark look in his eyes. His pupils drowning out the dark brown pools of his irises. 

“Im not done with you.” he whispered lowly. 

He kissed you once more, much rougher than before. His jaw squeezing your chin a tad too tight before he climbed on top of you.

It was a long night. 

The evidence of it was sticky between your thighs. 

Bright light was seeping into your eyes. 

You tried to close them tighter and shifted closer into the bed. Nick was on top of you. His firm weight was better than any blanket. When you moved your head to bury in further into the sheets, his head followed yours, burying itself closer into the crook of your neck. 

“Hungry.” he mumbled into your shoulder.

You bit his arm, and he bit your ear in response. 

‘You should be, dufus.” you halfheartedly insulted. 

“Is that anyway to treat your old man after satisfying you all night?”

“I think you mean after indulging in your boyfriend's secret sex fantasy.”

“Ok, there was nothing wild or secret sex fantasy worthy about last night.” he scoffed. ‘I just wanted to know how you really felt about me.” he mumbled out.

“I'm not gonna lie.” you started, “I think you're making up problems that don't exist.” How does having sex in your apartment make our relationship feel more real or let you know that i love you ina deeper way?” you shook your head. “It just feels fake to me. I think you just wanted to play a powertrip fantasy of telling me what to do and make me feel bad.”

“So making you come to my shitty apartment fro sex when my annoying roommates are home so you can scream my name and moan all night is just a regular sex experience for you? You like being humiliated?” 

You bit his arm again, and he laughed.

“Yeah, okay. I can admit humiliate is too extreme of a word.” he turned on his side and pulled you against his chest. 

“I just. . . i just wanted you in my world for once. On my terms.’ he paused and licked his lips, searching for the right words, “Not in a power trip sex fantasy way, but in a serious relationship way.”

You tried to turn and face him, but he firmly held you against his chest so you couldn’t.

For someone who pretended to be emotionally constipated, he sure was good at explaining and talking about his emotions, but you relented. Clearly, you looking at him while he said this was somehow not possible. Hopefully, you will understand why someday. 

“I wanted to know you weren;t embarrassed of how I live  and who I am. I needed it to be this way.”

“Well I hope one day you could simply ask me and we can talk about it, instead of letting all your fucking roomates know what i soundlike when i cum.”

“You’ll get over it. We’ve all heard what each other sound like, and it's best we keep the peace by pretending nothing happened.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“I'm not asking.”

“Thank you for that,” he laughed, “it means the world to me.”

The process of sneaking out of Nick’s room to get the shower without anyone seeing was an ordeal to say the least. But you both made it through. 

You ran into Winston on the way out, but it was not as horrible as you were imagining. 

You had on one of Nick’s very worn out and stretched Henlys and a pair of socks, and him a fresh pear of plaid cotton pants and the cleanest t-shirt he could find. Which disturbed you how hard it was for him to finally find one. 

He avoided eye contact with both of you and quickly bolted to the kitchen.

Nick gave you a weak smile, and you inwardly screamed. 

“Can we just eat in your room?”

‘Is that really something you want to do? You were just in there!” he whisper-screamed at you. “You saw what a disaster it is! Its not safe in there!”

You nodded. Too nervous to actually say anything. 

Nick’s roommates were a particular bunch you heard so much about but never spent a whole lot of time with them. It was clear he considered them his best friends. He was definitely a bit embarrassed by  them, so you never pushed for more time around them. In fact, you don;t make it a big deal because he never made it a big deal. You always chalked it up to, that's just how guys are, and left it at that. 

However, at some point, which was starting to become clearer and clearer the more time you spend with Nick, he would need to know. He wanted to know if what he thinks of as his world could ever be compatible with you and your world. 

This was the moment of truth, and honestly, you were a little scared too. 

You are from a different world, and you don't know if you're compatible with his. 

He sighed, and you gave him a nod. 

You both walked into the kitchen to face what would come, and it was terrible. 

Breakfast was so awful. It was perhaps one of your most embarrassing experiences. 

No one would look you or Nick in the eye or say anything, so you all ate in silence.

The only person undisturbed with a smile, being Nick.

You were definitely planning to wipe that fucking look off his face.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Advent Calendar of Fics Complete Masterlist

Day One // Comfortable [x]

Pairing: Luke Danes x OFC, Luke Danes x Lorelai Gilmore Word Count: 737   Rating: Gen

Day Two // What If I Stay [x]

Pairing: Nick Stokes x Reader Word Count: 1179  Rating: Teen

Day Three // Own My Own [x]

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirus Black Word Count: 1210  Rating: Teen

Day Four // Angel With A Shotgun [x]

Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 999   Rating: Gen

Day Five // Should’ve Said No [x]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1197  Rating: Teen

Day Six // Crash My Party [x]

Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1488 Rating: Mature

Day Seven // Speak Now [x]

Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 1325 Rating: Teen

Day Eight // DIVORCE [x]

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1515 Rating: Mature 

Day Nine  // All I Ask [x]

Pairing: Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1337 Rating: Explicit

Day Ten // Hard To Love [x]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1097 Rating: Teen

Day Eleven // I’ll Never Love Again [x]

Pairing: Denny Duquette x Reader Word Count: 1878 Rating: Mature

Day Twelve // Sweetheart [x]

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1315 Rating: Teen and Up

Day Thirteen // Remind Me [x]

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 1691 Rating: Gen

Day Fourteen // Right Girl [x]

Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Callie Torres, Mark Sloan x Addison Mongtomery x Derek Shepherd x Meredith Grey, George O’Malley x Callie Torres, Word Count: 1765 Rating: Mature

Day Fifteen // What A Man Gotta Do [x]

Pairing: Schmidt x Cece Parekh Word Count: 1158 Rating: Teen 

Day Sixteen // I Won’t Say I’m In Love [x]

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader Word Count: 1796 Rating: Teen 

Day Seventeen // Santa Stole My Girlfriend [x]

Pairing: Chandler Bing x Original Character x Joey Tribbiani Word Count: 1558 Rating: Teen

Day Eighteen // I’ll Be Home For Christmas [x]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2091 Rating: Gen

Day Nineteen // All I Want For Christmas Is You [x]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1430 Rating: Gen

Day Twenty // Baby It’s Cold Outside [x]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1446 Rating: Teen

Day Twenty-One // I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus [x]

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1847 Rating: Teen

Day Twenty-Two // Santa Tell Me [x]

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 1956 Rating: Teen

Day Twenty-Three// Last Christmas [x]

Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 1974 Rating: Teen

Day Twenty Four // Santa Baby [x]

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character, Draco Malfoy x Valentina Fleamont Word Count: 1867 Rating: Teen 

Day Twenty-Five // What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?  [x]

Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 1347 Rating: Gen

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Complete Masterlist

Harry Potter

Our Family [x] Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 2264 Rating: Teen

Castle On the Hill [x] Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 1300 Rating: Teen

Eraser [x] Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 220 Rating: Teen

Family Matters [x] Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 4000 [2 Parts] Rating: Gen

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?  [x] Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 1347 Rating: Gen

Better Mood [x] Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 856 Rating: Mature

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) [x] Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 953 Rating: Teen 

Sundays  [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:1000 Rating: Gen

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:500 Rating: Gen

Perfect [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

I’m a Monster [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Mature

Let’s Do It [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

She’s Got You [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:3000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

The Grand Tour [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Dive [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

Only the Good Die Young [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Character Word Count: 2300 Rating: Mature

The Way We Were [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Character Word Count: 21,444 [11 Parts] Rating: Mature

A Little Magic [x] Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 1300 Rating: Gen

A War Wedding [x] Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Character Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Shape of You [x] Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Character Word Count: 1800 Rating: Teen

I Won’t Say I’m In Love [x] Pairing: George Weasley x Reader Word Count: 1796 Rating: Teen

Come With Me [x] Pairing: Dean Thomas  x Reader Word Count: 5000 Rating: Teen

When I Kissed the Teacher [x] Pairing: Hermione Granger x Remus Lupin Word Count: 1369  Rating: Teen

Own My Own [x] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirus Black Word Count: 1210 Rating: Teen

Santa Baby [x] Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character Word Count: 1867 Rating: Teen

Character’s Last Words [x][x] Pairing: Various Word Count: 3000+ Rating: Explicit

Marvel

Stuck In the Middle [x] Word Count: 12,000 [7 Parts] Rating: Teen

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Blue Ain’t Your Colour [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1417 Rating: Teen

Family Traditions [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1450 Rating: Explicit

100 Kisses [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 2250 Rating: Explicit

Worth It [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 3372 Rating: Explicit

Prettiest Girl [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black Reader Word Count: 1453 Rating: Mature

Trying [x] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 2600 Rating: Teen

Let Me Show You [x] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 2711 Rating: Explicit

It’s Not Easy Being Steve [x] Pairing: Pre Serum Steve Rogers x Original Character Word Count: 2192 Rating: Explicit

Days Gone By [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter Word Count: 1332   Rating: Teen

Any Port In A Storm [x] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader [Bucky’s Sibling] Word Count: 1302  Rating: Gen

Baby It’s Cold Outside [x] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Count: 1446 Rating: Teen

You’re My Best Girl [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2565 Rating: Gen

Beige [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1267 Rating: Teen and up

All I Want For Christmas Is You [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1430 Rating: Gen

Distraction [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1545 Rating: Explicit

Because I Want To [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 3207 Rating: Explicit

Goodnight, Sweetheart [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 769 Rating: Teen 

Get Some Sleep [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2683 Rating: Explicit

Say It First [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1900 Rating: Teen

Should’ve Said No [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1197 Rating: Teen

Let’s Make a Date [x] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1379 Rating: Teen

Priorities [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1133 Rating: Mature

Crash My Party [x] Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1488 Rating: Mature

Complicated [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Original Character Word Count: 4173 Rating: Teen

Keep Quiet [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1668 Rating: Explicit

Give The Kid A Break [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1306 Rating: Gen

Glad You’re Here [x] Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Take a Break [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 2936 Rating: Explicit

Love of My Life [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1785 Rating: Teen

For Tony [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Mature

A Perfect Christmas [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1260 Rating: Teen 

Empty Promises [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1200 Rating: Mature

Supermarket Flowers [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x N/A Word Count: 1403 Rating: Teen

My Girls [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 757 Rating: Gen

DIVORCE [x] Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1515 Rating: Mature

Round Two? [x] Pairing: Thor x Reader Word Count: 1853 Rating: Explicit

Mr Goody-Two-Shoes [x] Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader Word Count: 1443 Rating: Explicit

Well Played [x] Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Word Count: 2076 Rating: Explicit

Make Me [x] Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader Word Count: 2457 Rating: Explicit

Truth or Dare [x] Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count:572 Rating: Mature

You’ve Got Us [x] Pairing: Cullen Reader x Marvel Gang Word Count: 1047 Rating: General

Grey’s Anatomy

36 Weeks [x] Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 2150 Rating: Mature

As Long As He Needs Me [x] Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Shepherd Word Count: 1858 Rating: Teen

Before and After [x] Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 824  Rating: Teen

Post Night Shift Care [x] Pairing: Derek Shepherd x Reader Word Count: 1590  Rating: Teen

I’ll Never Love Again [x] Pairing: Denny Duquette x Reader Word Count: 1878 Rating: Mature

Things That Matter [x] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader,  Word Count: 3427 Rating: Teen

Give Me A Reason [x] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Jackson x April Word Count: 1529 Rating: Teen 

Ups & Downs [x] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader Word Count: 1670  Rating: Teen

Anna Parsons [x] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Navy Dresses [x] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

How To Make Friends [x] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1600 Rating: Gen

Right Girl [x] Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Callie Torres Word Count: 1765 Rating: Mature

Santa Stole My Girlfriend [x] Pairing: Chandler Bing x Original Character x Joey Tribbiani Word Count: 1558 Rating: Teen

TV

No Boys Allowed [x] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader Word Count: 1750 Rating: Gen

Jesse’s Girl [x] Pairing: Joey Gladstone x Reader, Jesse Katsopolis x Reader Word Count: 985 Rating: Teen

Not One of Us [x] Pairing: Cullen x Teen Wolf Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

Saviour [x] Pairing: Reader Stilinski Word Count: 2600 Rating: Gen

How Would You Feel? [x] Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

I Love You, Yasmin Khan Pairing: 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan Word Count: 1582 Rating: Teen

All I Ask [x] Pairing: Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1337 Rating: Explicit

Say It [x] Pairing: John Winchester x Reader Word Count: 500 Rating: General

Captain Peralta & His Lieutenant [x] Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Character Word Count: 1340 Rating: Explicit

Mary & Amy’s Song [x] Pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta x Original Female Character Word Count: 1785 Rating: Teen

Come on Over Tonight [x] Pairing: Steven Hyde x Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

Late To The Party [x] Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 757   Rating: Gen

Speak Now [x] Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 1325 Rating: Teen

Office PDA [x] Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley, Jim Halpert x Reader Word Count: 1632 Rating: Explicit 

Zack’s Worst Scheme [x] Pairing: Zack Morris/Original Character/Kelly Kapowski Word Count: 5700 Rating: Teen

Gray Mornings [x] Pairing: Grayson Betournay x Reader Word Count: 900 Rating: Gen 

Moving On [x] Pairing: Frank Delfino x Reader Word Count: 1030 Rating: Teen

You’re A Selfish Bastard [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Hard To Love [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1097 Rating: Teen

I’ll Be Home For Christmas [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2091 Rating: Gen

Damn Dog [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2772 Rating: Mature 

Farmer’s Daughter [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Free Beer & the Festive Season [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1043 Rating: Gen 

Marry Me [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1213 Rating: Teen  

All the Little Things [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 1840 Rating: Teen  

It Never Woulda Worked Out Anyway [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2181  Rating: Teen

The Trouble With Girls [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester  Word Count: 946 Rating Teen

Angel With A Shotgun [x] Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 999   Rating: Gen

I Don’t Dance [x] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1083 Rating: Gen

Travelin’ Soldier [x] Pairing: John Winchester x Mary Winchester Word Count: 2995  Rating: Mature

The Way Out [x] Pairing: Don Flack x Original Character Word Count: 1142 Rating: Mature

Different For Girls [x]  Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 2426 Rating: Teen

Last Christmas [x] Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 1974 Rating: Teen

Old Flames and New Pains [x] Pairing: Sam Malone x OFC Word Count: 1674 Rating: Gen

Comfortable [x] Pairing: Luke Danes x OFC, Luke Danes x Lorelai Gilmore Word Count: 737   Rating: Gen

What If I Stay [x] Pairing: Nick Stokes x Reader Word Count: 1179 Rating: Teen

What A Man Gotta Do [x] Pairing: Schmidt x Cece Parekh Word Count: 1158 Rating: Teen

Eighteen Inches [x] Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1305 Rating Teen

Tooth Brush [x] Pairing: Barney Stinson x Reader Word Count: 1336 Rating: Teen

Flowers [x] Pairing: Deacon Claybourne x Reader Word Count: 1247 Rating: Teen

Movies

Asexual Scripps [x] Paring: Donald Scripps Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

U.N.I [x] Pairing: Donald Scripps x David Posner, Word Count: 1167 Rating: Teen

Your Beautiful Song [x] Paring: David Posner Word Count: 1000 Rating: Mature

What Do I Know? [x] Paring: Donald Scripps, David Posner Word Count: 500 Rating: Gen

Go On Mate [x] Pairing: Stuart Dakin x Male Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Mature

Not In That Way [x] Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak Word Count: 21219 Rating: Mature

Bad Days [x] Pairing: Peter Krasinsky x Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Gen

La Tua Cantante [x] Pairing: Marcus Volturi x Original Character x Spencer Reid Word Count: 5140

Meanwhile Back At Mama’s [x] Pairing: Darry Curtis x Reader Word Count: 1206 Rating: Teen

Play It Again [x] Pairing: Frank Adler x Reader Word Count:  1970 Rating: Teen

RPF

Queen/BoRhap Boys

The Origins of Rogerina [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader   Word Count: 4,563 [3 Parts] Rating: Mature

I’m In Love With My Car [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 1700 Rating: Teen

Inspirations [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Original Character Word Count: 1563 Rating: Explicit

Frosty Love [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader Word Count: 1442 Rating: Teen

Dear Diamond [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor/Brian May/Reader Word Count: 893 Rating: Teen

When I Was His Wife [x] Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader, Roger Taylor x Dominique Beyrand Word Count: 855  Rating: Teen and Up

Mr Rockstar [x] Pairing: Brian May x Reader Word Count: 2349 Rating: Teen

Fat Bottomed Girls [x] Pairing: Brian May x Plus Size! Reader Word Count: 2665 Rating: Explicit

We Are A Family [x] Pairing: John Deacon x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Teen

Early Christmas Present [x] Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader Word Count: 1289 Rating: Gen

Tell Me You’re Pretty [x] Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader Word Count: 630 Rating: Gen

Due Date [x] Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader Word Count: 1968 Rating: Teen

Actors

Rave Review [x] Pairing: Richard Madden x Original Character Word Count: 2046 Rating: Explicit

New Man [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Teen

Galway Girl [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Explicit

Instagram Famous [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Gen

Santa Tell Me [x] Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader Word Count: 1956 Rating: Teen

Getting You Home [x] Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 3400 Rating: Explicit

Warm Welcome [x] Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 1300 Rating: Gen

Remind Me [x] Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Word Count: 1691 Rating: Gen

Double Jeopardy [x] Pairing: Bradley Cooper x Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Explicit

Amnesia [x] Pairing: Colin Jost x Scarlett Johansson Word Count: 800 Rating: Teen

Oh Baby [x] Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 668 Rating: Teen

Binding [x] Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 1037 Rating: Gen

The Price of Hot Chocolate [x] Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 1072 Rating: Gen 

The Ultimatum [x][x] Pairing: Zendaya x Reader Word Count: 1264 Rating: Mature

Let’s Keep Her [x] Pairing: Sarah Hyland x Reader Word Count: 1295 Rating: Gen

Not Just a Storyline [x] Pairing: Alycia Debham-Carey x Reader Word Count: 650 Rating: Gen

Cat’s Out of the Bag [x] Pairing: Chai Hansen x Reader Word Count:  885 Rating: Gen

Chris Evans

You’re The One [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 3200 Rating: Mature

Lessons In Love [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Character Word Count: 41,500 [30 Parts] Rating: Mature

Conflicted [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 24,000 [12 Parts] Rating: Explicit

Just A Fling, Yeah? [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 20,000+ [11 Parts] Rating: Explicit

Boston Baby Blues [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 39,500+ [26 Parts] Rating: Explicit

More Than Just a Fling [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1945 Rating: Teen

The Nice List [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1190 Rating: Gen

The Cutest Customer [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 2062

I’ve  Missed You [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2242 Rating: Explicit

A Tipsy Nurse and Her Patient [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1000

Fine Dining [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2500

Never Have I Ever [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 861

Happier [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1200

Age Is Just A Number [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 3095

Oh Daddy [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 400 Rating: Gen

I’ve Missed You [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2250 Rating: Explicit

A Wake-Up Call [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 925

Only If You Want Me To [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 3352

First Impressions [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1030 

Play Fair [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 890  

Just Go With It [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Mature Word Count: 2094  

That’s Our Boy [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 1299    

Sweetheart [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1315 Rating: Teen and Up

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1847 Rating: Teen

Me and My Kind [x] Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Henry Cavill x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Teen

Sebastian Stan

I Got the Boy [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 643

Such a Cute Couple [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: General Word Count: 2005

Are You Flirting With Me? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 1214

Any Fool Can Make a Baby? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Rating: 513 Word Count: Teen and Up

Is That the Only Reason? [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Greek Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 1782

Camp Mates [x] Pairing: Sebastian Stan x  Reader Rating: Gen Word Count: 1465

Jesse Williams

Let’s Play A Game [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 665 Rating: Teen

Quarantine [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 700 Rating: Gen

Playboy [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 800 Rating: Gen

Baby Brain [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 900 Rating: Teen

A Gentleman Never Tells [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Teen

Spill Your Guts [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 950 Rating: Teen

Marry Me? [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 400 Rating: Teen

Nervous Babe? [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

Newsworthy [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1100 Rating: Teen

Teeny Tiny Crush [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

Dance With Me [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1305 Rating: Gen

Birthday Present [x] Pairing: Jesse Williams x Reader Word Count: 1695 Rating: Gen

Royals

Breakfast Then Bed [x] Pairing: Prince Harry x Reader Word Count: 800 Rating: Gen

Headcanons 

Marvel

Date Night Avengers [x] Dating All the Avengers [x] Dating Steve Rogers [x] Dating Pre-Serum Steve Rogers [x] Dating Steve Rogers [Bucky’s Sister] [x] Dating Steve Rogers During the Serum Change [x] Dating Steve Rogers [Tony Stark Daughter] [x] Dating Peter Parker  [x] Dating Bucky Barnes [x] Dating 1940s Bucky Barnes [x] Dating Tony Stark [x] Dating Clint Barton [x] Dating Thor [x] Dating Natasha Romanoff [x] Dating Bruce Banner [x] Dating Loki [x] Dating Loki as Persephone [x] Being Tony Stark’s Daughter [x] Being Tony Stark & Wonder Woman’s Daughter [x] Being Steve Rogers & Peggy Carter’s Daughter [x] Being BFF’s with Thor [x]

Harry Potter

Dating James Potter [x] Dating Sirius Black [x] Dating Remus Lupin [x]

Grey’s Anatomy

Dating Derek Shepherd [x] Dating Mark Sloan [x] Dating Alex Karev [x]. Dating Jackson Avery [x] Dating Owen Hunt [x] Dating Lexie Grey [x] Dating Meredith Grey [x] Dating April Kepner [x] Dating Cristina Yang [x]

Characters

Dating Jim Halpert [x] Dating Nick Miller [x] 

RPF

Dating Jesse Williams’ [Justin Chambers’ Sister] [x] Being Pregnant With Jesse Williams’ Baby [x][x][x]

Social Imagines Texts

Texting Your Boyfriend Taron Egerton [x] Dating Jesse Williams [x] Engagement Leak by Tom Holland [x]

Facetime

Facetiming Your Boyfriend Scotty McCreery In Lockdown [x]

Insta

Having a Baby with Jesse Williams [x] Playing Xbox with Tom Holland [x] Birthday Outings with Dean Winchester [x] Chris Evans x Erin O’Connell Wedding Day [x] Scott Evans on Chris’ Wedding Day [x] Erin O’Connell x Maria Vega [x] Winchester Family Outings [x]

Twitter

Dating Jesse Williams [x]

Snapchat

Late Nights with Tom Holland [x]

[megamindsecretlair]

PLEEEEAAAAASSSEEEEEEEEE, I cant fn breathe 😭😭😭

I love EVERY LAST FN PART OF THIS. THE TEASING? NICK FN STRUGGLING? THIS MAY BE MY FAVORITE ONE YET BECAUSE HELLLLOOOOO??????

Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.

This right here broke me 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 and the communication afterwards?? Ahhhhhh.

An Easily Avoidable Accident (But I Needed it so Bad)

Sub!Nick Miller x Black!Fem!Reader

I do write with Black Women in mind, but my fics can be read by any woman.

AN: Thank you to my friends that helped me with this fic! It means so much to me and I am so grateful for your generosity! I truly hope you all enjoy this final product!

MDNI // Rating: Explicit // WC 3.8k // Warnings: light Sub!Dom vibes, mild exhibition kink, biting, marking, thing for sounds, extra light hand kink // masterlist

Nick and You had the entire loft to yourselves.

That meant you two had time for anything. No prying eyes and no need to be quiet or fear of being caught by anyone.

Naturally, that meant they had a no pants day.

Nick could free ball it in his boxers and you could wear that little tank top you liked to sleep in and walk around in your underwear.

“I’m pretty sure you were a man in your past life.” Nick joked as you excitedly shimmied out of your sweats and threw them on the other side of the couch.

“There is nothing wrong with me wanting to do this as bad as you! This is normal for all human beings!” You defended yourself with a huff.

“Yes, lots of people enjoy wearing less clothes at home, but you are excited about it in a man way. I can’t explain how, I’m just saying. . . It takes one to know one.”

You smushed his face with a hand and walked past him to the kitchen.

“Fuck you,” you playfully scoffed, “what do you want for breakfast?���

The rest of the day was pleasantly uneventful. As the day went by and the evening wined down, Nick had put his loose sweats back on.

They were old, thin, and ratty. He definitely could not wear them in public anymore.

“You might as well just not wear any pants.” You smiled at him, more out of shock than anything else. You weren’t sure what to think about such a horrible piece of clothing.

“They’re house pants!”

“Your dick is right there!” You yelled back. “It’s like if boxers came in pants size!”

He threw a pillow at you and you threw one back before he wrestled you onto the couch.

Excitement aside.

He was in his favorite spot on the couch, but in an even better way! He could prop his legs up and lean back as comfortable as he wanted to be.

He was a fucking king on his throne and he couldn’t be happier.

You were still walking around in your skimpy underwear and tank top.

He would have wanted you to go throw some pants before the guys come back, but hopefully it was one of those nights where they all found some women to hook up with and stay the night, or just fuck off somewhere.

Instead, he was too comfortable with your ass on his lap and you laying the opposite way on top of him, on your stomach, typing away on your laptop and shifting a hoard of papers to and fro, taking the moment of spare time to get ahead on some work while he lazily watched the game.

Or at least tied to.

God bless them, but he didn’t give a fuck about the Lions and who they were playing.

On any other given day he would have, but it’s hard to remember his love for sports when your hips keep sliding back and forth on him whenever you sit up real quick to get a better look at a paper, your hips pushed forward, right over his dick. Once you finally highlight or read whatever you were trying to read carefully, your hips moved back toward his chest and over his dick once again, leaving him to think of nothing but of how sexy you were.

It wasn’t hard to imagine a more intimate setting.

Hell, even at this moment.

You two in this loft alone, on this very couch in this very moment, naked for no one but God to see, you riding him just like this giving him no choice but to take whatever you gave him.

He brought a hand to his mouth and bit his finger, hard. Willing himself to stay still and not thrust his hips up onto your clothed pussy.

He needed a distraction, but football wasn’t working. You moving your hips and shuffling every five minutes wasn’t working either. Why were you suddenly moving your hips up and down on him like that?.

You slid your hips forward before sighing in frustration and moving them back until his dick was crushed under the weight of your stomach.

Were you trying to kill him? Did you somehow not notice his growing erection?

You sat up, quickly dragging your hips forward, again! But this time it wasn’t where he needed it. This time he needed you on his cock, desperately at that.

“Nick, you okay?” You turned your head back, putting down a paper. The movement causes you to push your glasses back on your nose.

Fuck, you were cute. He hoped you ran out of your contacts forever.

He cleared his throat and rubbed at his chest to hide the sound of his moan.

“Nick?”

“Y—yeah.. yeah I’m good. . “ he managed to mumble out.

Solid cover dumbass.

He couldn’t help going back to the thought of you both naked. You turning around to look at him with a different look on your face.

“You got so tense all of a sudden.” You continued before turning around back to your work. “And I know you don’t care about the Lions losing, so I wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything serious.”

“N…no.”

Oh, he was just making it worse, but you were a bigger dumbass than him, apparently. He says it lovingly, but how did you not know?!?!? Were you that into your work?

“Well, just let me know if anything changes.”

You give a quick wink before you turn around, and he moans.

His hips cant up with such force you bounce up and back down on him, and he couldn’t stop the whimper in time.

He covered his face, letting the sounds come out.

“Nick?” Your voice was in a fucking panic and it was embarrassing to say the least.

You try to move but he quickly grasps your hips. His nails are almost digging into your skin.

“Nonodontmove!” He slurs, his voice rising at a higher octave that makes you throb. “Stay,” he was panting now, his chest rising and falling as you put your hands over his,” please,” he openly whined, not holding back or caring anymore,” stay.”

Oh fuck…

You licked your lips and fought against the panic. “Yeah?”

“Can you just wait a little bit longer for me? I Promise to do something as soon as i'm done.”

“Okay,” he licked his lips, his eyes growing full and watery in such a way you wanted to hold your breath.

He looked at you with such adoration and emotion you swore you would die if you didn't look away. They were softer now, much softer. He looked more calm. A stranger to how desperate and wild they were seconds ago, but you weren't fooled.

No, there was a deeper, more sinister side to this yearning gaze.

While he saved putting his heart on his sleeve for rare tender moments, it was also a fucking weapon. A weapon created for your own demise. You fought the urge to give in, to throw her papers aside and everything she’s been working on to give him whatever he wanted.

But you couldn't. No matter how bad you needed it, you couldn’t.

You were emailing back and forth with a client and Xaiviar was cc’d on it as well. He was the lead lawyer on a case and you were helping him with it. The client was about to drop the case altogether, but you managed to find some evidence that would ensure the jury was siding in her favor.

If she was patient and held out, she would get everything she deserved and the bastard that hurt her could pay.

You just needed some fucking time!

Nick found a documentary about gorillas.

Nice!

As much as he loved them and tried to bring up the essay he wrote on them one morning after doing a bunch of mystery pills that he took one night, he could care less about them right now. He loved you just a tiny bit more.

He bit his lip and tried to let his better nature take hold of him.

Nick's hands were gliding across your skin. Smoothing and kneading the plump flesh of your thighs before coming up to rest at your hips for while, but it didn’t last. He soon became antsy, needing to touch you.

Hoping that just the feel of you in his hands would be enough to distract him from how hard he was. That it wouldn’t make anything worse for him.

But it was making it worse for you.

You could hardly concentrate.

After rediscovering every curve and dip of your body. Every scar, bump, and blemish of your smooth supple skin. It always held a subtle glow, bringing attention to your more than lovely over and undertones. He wanted to put you on display so everyone could see this much of your skin.

The world deserve to know how beautiful your skin was. How beautiful you were.

He decided to test puting his hands on your thighs to see if that would help. His fingers gently graze against your inner thighs. Going up and up until he was too close to your center, daring not to get too close, and moving them back towards your knee. He couldn't stop.

It was mindless action, hypnotizing even.

“Nick,” your tone was bitter in your mouth, sounding harsh to your owne ears, “stop it.”

You snapped around to face him with a glare.

Where these emotions were coming from was a mystery to you, but the foreign feeling twisted your stomach with anticipation.

Nick's eyes were half lidded and struggling to stay open. He gurgled out a moan, the action making him cover his face with his hands.

“Nick. . .” You absentmindedly licked your lips, “let me see your face.”

Nick's chest had been moving up and down erratically since you turned around. His soft pants spurred you on.

Your mind was racing with what to possibly say or do next.

Nick slowly placed his hands on his chest, rubbing at it in circles with his left hand. A sign that usually meant he was anxious.

Every part of him was strained in concentration towards you as if the mere thought of looking away would hurt too much. His eyes were dark, wet, and needy.

Your mouth fell open in a silent o, and you ground your hips down in one fluid motion causing you both to moan.

You both were so fucked.

A wave of something was washing over you. It crashed and crashed against your entire being and the anxiety bubbled in fear of it taking you under, whatever this was. The foreign lightning of it all cracked and crackled in your veins.

Your laptop quipped out a short sound. Then, and only then, you notice how quiet the room was.

You momentarily turned, checking the message in your email.

Dear Ms, I am sorry for getting so indecisive at such a crucial time in the case. Everything has just been so stressful. I wanted it all to be over as quickly as possible, adn i got in the way of you adn your firm doing the job that I, myself hired you to do. I am so terribly sorry. I would liek to see this man put behind bars for good or worse.

Thank you again for everything. I leave my fate in your hands.

Thank, God!

You said a quick prayer, and emailed your client back, making sure to cc Xaiviar.

You closed your laptop and shuffled your papers back into a bifold, tossing them along the further end of the couch, but not so far that they’d fall.

Keeping your position, you turned slightly, moving Nicks shirt up as high as it could go. You eyed his chest, the wide expanse of hair there you’ve obsessed over from time to time, the happy trail that was also a favorite of yours.

Nick’s body moved with the flow of your hand.

“Please,” his voice was higher and strained as stuttered the words out, “please, I’ll be so good please. Just please.”

You ground your hips on his, masking are you were positioned in just the right spot. The feeling of him through your underwear just felt to good. Your movements were slow and steady. Just enough to drive you both crazy, but not nearly enough for either of you.

The anticipation of it was thrilling. Your heads grew headier and headier with each sound he made. With every stutter, pant, and moan he made

The door clicked and you both froze.

“What pray tell is going on in here?” A voice boomed.

Nick cleared his throat and put his hands in a more casual position at your waist. Squeezing lightly just to keep you still.

“Hey, Coach.” It came out gravely but natural.

You were surprised, thinking about how he sounded like he was going to explode just a few moments earlier.

“Don’t, “hey Coach me. You weirdo.” He scoffed. “Go have sex in your room like the rest of us! Just because you're having sex with the same girl every night doesn’t make it okay to play exhibitionist!”

“Nick and his girl is doing what!” Winston slammed the door. “That’s disgusting!”

“Mhmm.” Coach sassily added.

“Oh. My. God.” Nick covered his face with his hands.

Needless to say. All the sexual tension was sucked out of the room. Sitting like this on Nick‘’a lap was starting to make you feel overexposed and awkward.

He reached over and stretched to pull the blanket usually strown accross the couch to cover your body with. You silently thanked him, and avoided looking Coach or Winston in the eye.

“You,” Coach pointed at you,” I am very disappointed in.”

“But, Ernie—“ you pouted.

“—No!” He interrupted. “No Earnie! From now on you call me Coach just like everyone else!”

“Bu—“

“No buts! You have to earn your way back up to calling me my name! “ he shook his head at you with so much disgust it felt absurd.

He was really mad at you. . .

“Now you two go to your room and think about what you did!”

“Mh mh mh.” Winston shook his head with an equal amount of distaste.

Needless to say you both retreated into Nick's room for a very awkward and short walk of shame.

-

“Please. . . Oh, wait. . . Fuck.” Nick moaned before whimpering out your name.

You made him cum with your hand twice, then three times with your mouth, and one more time after that because you just couldn’t help yourself.

His hands were gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.

You had your hands braced against his chest and you slowly sat on his cock. He was stretching you wide with how thick he was. In this new position, it felt even thicker, making it harder than normal.

“Please,” his voice several octaves higher, letting you know just how close he was. “Let me help. Let me touch you.” He strained out before gritting his teeth.

“I.. got it.” You had to fight your instinct to tense your whole body once you had finally taken all of him in. He was so big and thick you could just feel him pressing against your spot already, making you breathless in the process.

You massaged his chest. Starting with his shoulders, and moving down to his pecs. You squeezed them, reveling in the feeling of his pliant flesh in your hands. In another time or setting you would have liked to bend down and suck on one. Biting and relishing the feeling is him in your mouth, so hard he’d bruise for weeks, fading until stray marks of your teeth were implanted into his skin.

Keeping your hands there for balance, you slowly rose up until only his tip was inside before grinding down slowly until all of him was inside of you again.

“Your doing so good baby.”

His cock twitched inside of you at the praise, making your mouth fall open in a silent moan.

You quickened your pace ever so lightly. Nick’s hands fisting the sheets. Each one spurred you on further, filling you with an unbearable heat. It seers through every pore of your body. Opening up every space of your skin, consuming every part of Nick as possible.

His whines, his pants, and his moans. The way his skin turned an angry red all over. Proudly displaying the evidence that you both were on fire.

“Touch me” You moaned softly.

He was on you in an instant. He pushed himself up by his elbows. His hands, his massive warm hands roamed every inch of your skin. Burning you in their haste to feel your waist, the expense of your back, and the peaks of your breast. He pulled, squeezed, and tweaked them until you had to push his hands away.

“Not nice is it?” He huffed in your face with a short laugh. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours. Where his began and yours stopped was indistinguishable as you both panted in the sliver of space between one another.

He leaned in for a kiss, and you pulled your head back slightly out of his reach with similar amusement.

“I never gave you permission to kiss me.”

His eyes grew wide and blown out. His brown irises drowned in the pools of his pupils as he looked at you with such reverence.

He quickly pivoted and moved to mouthing at your neck, biting you hard as he whined into your flesh.

“You're such a good boy Nick,” his hips thrust up into yours, hard. “Oh, you're so so good.” He did it again this time before squeezing his fingers into you. His nails were sure to leave little moons into your skin for weeks.

You laughed. It was breath, trained, and cruel.

“Ah, ah, ah,” You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling his mouth off of you. “I wanna hear you baby. I thought you were my good boy?”

“I am! I am, please!” He whimpered into your skin, keeping his head underneath your chin, his mouth open and close to you. Because if he couldn’t keep his mouth on you, he’d find a way to get as close to it as possible without disobeying you.

“You gotta let me hear every sound that comes out of your mouth baby, okay?”

His fingers adjusted their grip on your hips, pulling and stretching at your skin as tight as it could go, making hissed in response. Even when his brain was fuzzy with arousal and he was overwhelmed with praise or reprimand from you, he could still do the little things that drove you wild. Whether he was in control or not, he could bite, mark, and rough you up in all the ways you loved.

He’s going to drive you mad. You're sure of it now.

“I need your help baby?” You moved so you both would be eye to eye with one another. “I need you fuck me now.” You cupped both sides of his face. “I can’t get us both where we need to be.” You kissed him all over. His cheeks, his forehead, up and down his neck, before you bit down in several places, sucking harder than you ever had. He let out a soft meek sound you didn’t think was possible. Almost gentle if his voice wasn’t such a low raspy thing. Almost gravely sometimes when it wasn’t smooth and addicting.

The closest thing you could describe it as would be a mewl of some kind. It was a sound only you could pull out of him. A side of him only you were privy to. No one else.

Your walls clenched around him at the sound. He did it again.

“Fuck, baby.” Your chest heaved. “I’m not gonna last much longer, I need you to fuck me, now.” You pulled his hair for emphasis.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He rutted his hips into yours at a hard, brutal pace. And with every high pitched murmur of good boy, your so good, your so perfect for me, he thrust up into you harder.

“Love you baby,” you nibbled into his ear, “love how good you feel inside me. It's like you were made for me.” You kissed him as hard as you could without getting lost of how he was sliding in and out of you. The loud wet slaps of his hips hitting yours were filling the room, driving you both crazy. “You're mine. My baby boy, so good for me.”

He whimpered again, mewling into your ear as he cradled your neck with one final grip as he came. Filling you up. It was so so much. Your legs grew tight, your muscles squeezing past their limit before you followed him soon after.

He pulled out laying you down on your back. Peppering your skin with soft kisses.

“You're amazing!” His eyes sparkled.

“Was that really your first time doing something like that?” You grabbed at the sheets to hide your face. It was hot and burning even more so after the sex you just had. You did not want to talk about it.

“Hey, hey,” he uncovered your face and moved to straddle your lap. He grabbed your hands and put them over your head. “Please,” he looked into your eyes again,. “Don’t hide from me. I really want to know.”

It was what you two did.

When things were too tough to talk about. . . Or weird and embarrassing. Eye contact just worked. It made you both feel safer and calmer to see the other person wasn’t judging you. That they were genuine in whatever way they wanted to support you.

You nodded weakly. Not trusting your words.

“Well you're a natural.”

“Nick we gotta—“

“—Don’t worry. I will buy a planb for you tomorrow. We got a little carried away and forgot about condoms.” He waved his free hand in dismissal before smiling. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”

“I was going to ask if you could let me go now.”

“Let you go.” He tightened his grip on your hands. He still wore his charming smile, but his eyes were growing dark and cloudy, pooling with desire. “Now why would I let you go when I have to pay you back for every time you wouldn’t let me kiss or touch you.”

He suddenly thrust his thick very hard cock into you, still wet from both of you.

“I'm not done with you yet.”

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