#Nick milller

[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.”

[facesofnickmiller]

Hey guys! This building is on the very same street as the new girl loft. It's a great area with a lot of culture and artists. Help keep it that way! https://www.gopetition.com/petitions/stop-the-evictions-at-800-traction-avenue.html

[meganfoxrocksmyworld]

you are so right about them crying over 3 foxies standing up for megan though. there's only been quite literally 3-5 of us and they're so pressed about their ship (that everyoneeee knows is endgame) that they say we're nasty and annoying. like, cmon, its 3 of us against their fandom, why are they so worried over Reagan Ö

lmfao, I know, right?! I’d rather be an asshole standing up for women than a misogynistic asshat hating a woman because of a damn ship. But honestly, I really hope Jess doesn’t have a problem with Reagan at all, and gives Nick shit for trying to screw Reagan on her own bed- how do you come back from that?! How can people still ship them after that? :S And 5’s a lot, it’s literally only 3 fans giving them shit, well 4 now that we got you. :P And I’m the only asshole not tolerating them, so to say “they’re insufferable” is bullshit. lmfao, they mean me. XD 

[howdoiputthisgeekily]

WHEN I STAY UP ALL NIGHT TO FINISH MY READING AND I\’M SO TIRED THAT EVERYTHING STOPS MAKING SENSE

[stydiaswans]

I'm not okay

Jess Day and the New Girl fandom

[we-all-run-for-something]

To every single person in the world who still hasn't found the right person :)

[badwolfoswin]

[soft-persephone]

Thank you @megamindsecretlair for the tag! My favorite big head!!🩵

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I short hand all my titles into acronyms

SCP 1-4: Scattered Promises

DYRY 1-3: Do you remember yesterday series

NM 1-4: Nick Milller stuff

DL 1-2: Duke Leto series NEW☺️

Witches 1&2: something I wrote in high school you will never see along with zombie, chance, and district

Mouse demo and Mouse 1: Triple Frontier Fic that’s still a work in progress.

Sand 1 &2: an abandoned series I never put out for another fandom none of you know I am a part of 😈

SBS 1-4: Doug X Tina

TAT 1-10: Doug x OC x Tina💀

most of these are barely anything and some are just 1 or 2 sentences that went nowhere, but in case I figure it out I won’t delete them. I promise my obsession isn’t that bad!

No pressure tags: @notapradagurl7 @artemiseamoon @saturn-rings-writes

[askylitlove]

Nick and Cory being badasses

[whatlipstickareyouwearing-blog]

When I accidentally saw my fbuddy's credit card statements...

... and described what I saw to my friend: