#bethsvrse

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me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

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or, alternatively, I just want a normal girl. One who isn’t underweight or overweight. One who isn’t girly girl or tomboy. One who does wear dresses but also wears shirts and shorts. A girl who makes jokes but isn’t super vulgar. A girl who can hold her own but also finds it nice when someone protects her to show they love her.

Just a normal fucking person.

absolutely seething because I can never find any good fanfiction for a girl who isn’t some timid little fuck puppet. Like I get that some girls are hyper feminine but oh my god I just need a reader who can kick ass and hold their own. I’m not 4 foot 2 and 3 pounds I’m a decent sized female who could easily fill out the shirts of men I thirst over. I’m not cutely strolling into the room in my little pink sundress and white sandals, no dude I’m stomping into that room in jeans and a t shirt combat boots and saying the most disgusting dick joke you’ve ever heard. Sorry guys I’m not a girly girl

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ahhh munch mickey 17 😳 do you think mickey 18 would be a munch too 👀

Real talk, every Mickey is a munch ���️ but where Mickey 17 savours you, Mickey 18 devours you.

Mickey 17 likes to take his time, I feel like he's most confident between your thighs, it always starts with you two of you already entwined before he sinks his way down the bed, calloused hands brushing against your body on the way. He messages and kisses your calves, working his way up your legs until he's nestled comfortably between your thighs. He likes to hold your thighs as he eats you out too, sometimes hooking them over his shoulders to keep you closer. He's too embarrassed to ask but he loves you sitting on his face, hands massaging soft circles into your hips as you grind down on his face using him. Overall, hes obsessed with you using his mouth to get yourself off, absolutely melting whenever your hands find their way to his hair to pull him deeper to your cunt.

On the other hand, Mickey 18 eats you like you're his last meal and it's about to be taken away. Totally think he's a biter too, where 17 would softly kiss your skin instead 18's teeth graze against it and nibble 100% leaving marks. And in comparison to 17 loving your thighs, I think 18 would love your stomach, if you have a bit of tummy he'd definitely give it a teasing bite as he makes his way down your body to your core. He grips your hips tightly and holds you in place as he eats you out, not going anywhere, and even after you've cum will keep going. He wants to pull everything from you that he can, living for the way your body tenses and shudders against his tongue.

i would add something about them both eating you out at the same time but this fic by bethsvrse is already so perfect sooo 🫣🫣

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please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!

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me when writing

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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

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when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly I’ve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour

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“one time Sirius and James walked in and Remus was too into it to stop so you had to throw a pillow at them so they leave”

Oh, now you have to write it, for the love of god now I’m begging you to write it

original fic - remus lupin nsfw headcannons

PAIRING marauders x fem!reader

WARNINGS basically just filthy smut 😔

Remus was desperate for you. He needed to taste you, to make you his and him yours. As it was nearing the full moon, you understood that he got a lot more… sexual during that time.

The two of you have skipped class, currently in Remus’ dorm, making out on his bed, your shirt unbuttoned and his shirt off. He started to kiss down your body, his hand pulling your underwear down you leg. When he reached i between your legs, his tongue barely grazed your clit, your fingers flew to his hair tangling themselves in it. 

Remus wasn't sure what was sweeter, your taste or the sounds falling from your lips. He knew what it took to push you over that edge and enjoyed feeling your body shake. He continued to lap at your clit until you pushed his head away, gasping. He leaned back from you, slipping a finger into you to replace his tongue. You clenched hard around his fingers, cursing lightly when he added a second and curled them up to hit that spot inside of you that he knew would have you seeing stars.

Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, the sound of his name being moaned from you was everything. He could feel when you were close right, right as you were reaching the climax suddenly the door was slammed open. “Hey Remus, why weren’t you in class-“ Sirius started to say but stopped when he saw the view in front of him.

Remus’ face in between your thighs with his fingers in deep. “Oh my god.” James muttered, also being hypnotised by the scene in front of him.

When you heard voices, you glanced towards the door and your eyes widened. You tried to pull Remus away from you but the boy only attached his lips to your clit once again causing you to moan out loud.

Sirius and James stood frozen, their hearts pounding as they beheld the sight before them. For Sirius, he has been crushing on you since third year; for James, it had started in fourth. When Remus revealed he was dating you, jealousy was the only was to explain their emotions.

In this moment, they longed to be in Remus' shoes, but you throwing a pillow at them had snapped them back to reality. Hastily, they retreated from the room, the door slamming behind them.

A/N idk if it’s just me, but I feel like the teacher from 10 things I hate about you when writing smut 💀💀

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make sure to check on your bisexual friends today

they are probably dying

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EX BF MICKEY AGAIN BC WHY NOT??

porn with some plot, PiV, sub Mickey (obviously), oral (fem reviving), cow girl position, aftercare (from reader), AFAB, 2k words

Mickey shouldn’t be here.

He knew that the second he showed up at your door like some lost little thing, barely holding himself together. Knew it even as his fingers hovered over the door, hesitation gnawing at him like an animal caught in a trap. He should’ve turned around, should’ve gone back to his bunk, should’ve done anything but this.

But it was late, and he couldn’t stop himself. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.

And when you opened the door—hair messy, tank top slipping off your shoulder, eyes heavy with sleep and squinting at him like you couldn’t believe he was actually standing there—he knew he wasn’t going to leave.

Your brows furrowed. “Mickey?”

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

You sighed, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“I know.” His voice came out rough, like he’d spent hours lying awake, staring at the ceiling, turning over every reason why this was a mistake. But he’d still ended up here. “I couldn’t sleep.”

For a long moment, you just stared at him, lips pressing together like you were debating slamming the door in his face. And maybe you should’ve. But instead, you exhaled, stepping aside.

“Fine. Get in here before someone sees you.”

He practically stumbled inside, too eager, too obvious about how desperate he was just to be near you.

You shut the door behind him and padded over to the tiny kitchen in your quarters, barely looking at him. “Sit down.”

Mickey hesitated for only a second before dropping into the chair by your desk, his hands shoved between his knees like he wasn’t sure what to do with himself.

You filled a glass with water and set it in front of him, your gaze steady. “What’s keeping you up?”

Mickey stared at the glass but didn’t reach for it. “Just… a lot on my mind.”

You leaned against the counter, arms still crossed. “Like what?”

He hesitated, fingers twitching against his thighs. He couldn’t tell you the truth. Couldn’t tell you that he’d spent the last hour with his hand wrapped around his cock, trying—and failing—to get himself off to the thought of you. That no matter how many times he came, no matter how many filthy scenarios played out in his head, it was never enough. Because it wasn’t you.

He clenched his jaw, the silence stretching too long.

You noticed, but you didn’t press. Instead, you exhaled and walked over to your bed, sitting down with a quiet sigh. You patted the spot next to you. “Come sit.”

Once again, he scrambled to move, crossing the space between you with a little too much urgency. But he made sure to leave space between you, wary, unsure if you wanted him that close.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t awkward, though. It was heavy, but not in a bad way. Comfortable. Familiar. Like how it used to be between you two, back on Earth.

And Mickey must’ve been thinking about that, too.

Because suddenly, he said, “Do you still drink black coffee?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“Black coffee,” he repeated, shifting slightly to face you. “You used to drink it all the time. More than water. I tried it once, and it was awful, so you started adding sugar just to shut me up.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You were annoying about it.”

“It was awful,” he said, grinning now.

“Maybe you just have bad taste.”

He scoffed, but there was a warmth in his expression.

Mickey leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on his knees. “And you hated waking up early, but somehow, you’d always be the first one up whenever we had somewhere to be.” He tilted his head. “And—oh—do you still fall asleep during movies?”

Your eyes narrowed. “I do not.”

Mickey barked out a laugh. “You do. You always did. We’d start it and then ten minutes later, you’d be out cold.

Your mouth opened, then closed. Because… okay, maybe that was true.

“At least I never made us start a movie, then twenty minutes in decided I didn’t want to watch it anymore,” you shot back.

Mickey groaned. “Okay, that’s fair.”

The tension in the room had lightened, the conversation settling into something easy, something nostalgic. But then his smile faded, his gaze dropping.

“I, uh… I miss that.”

Your fingers tightened slightly against your arms. You didn’t say anything, but he saw the way your expression shifted, the way you exhaled a little slower.

And before you could respond, he kept going, caught up in the memory.

“Do you remember when we went to your parents’ house that one time?” He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “And we—“

His words cut off.

Because suddenly, he remembered how that sentence ended.

We had sex, and breakfast the next morning was so fucking awkward.

Fuck.

Your face had gone carefully blank.

Mickey’s stomach dropped. “Shit—I shouldn’t have— I didn’t mean—” He groaned, running a hand over his face. “I wasn’t trying to make it weird, I just—”

You still didn’t say anything.

He scrambled to backtrack, to fix it. “I swear I wasn’t—fuck, I just—”

And then you kissed him.

Mickey froze, his brain short-circuiting.

And then he melted.

A pathetic little sound slipped from his throat as his lips moved against yours, his hands gripping the edge of the bed like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you.

When you pulled back, his breath was shaky, his eyes wide, like he couldn’t believe this was real.

You tilted your head, voice softer now. “Do you still overthink everything?”

Mickey let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah.”

It was quiet for a moment. He was still breathing heavily, his hands flexing at his sides like he was holding himself back, like he was waiting for you to stop him.

You didn’t.

Instead, you reached for him, fingers curling around the front of his shirt, tugging him closer. “Mickey.”

That was all it took.

He exhaled sharply, then kissed you again—hungrier this time, more desperate. His hands finally moved, sliding up your waist, gripping you like he was afraid you’d slip away, like you’d disappear again. His lips moved against yours with a kind of recklessness, because he’d been starving for this, for you, ever since he saw you again on the ship.

You let him press you back against the mattress, let him rut against your leg like a man starved. Which, to be fair, he was. He hadn’t been with anyone since you. He couldn’t. Every time he let Timo set him up on a date, every time he even tried to kiss someone else, it felt wrong. Like he was betraying you. Like you still had some unseen claim on him that he couldn’t shake.

He broke the kiss—although he would’ve loved to kiss you forever—and trailed his lips down your neck, his body trembling slightly, like he still couldn’t believe this was happening.

His hands pushed at your tank top, slipping beneath the fabric, fingers skimming over bare skin before he lifted it up and over your head. His breath hitched when your breasts were finally exposed to him. His memories had been fading, the image of you getting hazier the longer you’d been apart, but now he had something real. Something to burn into his brain.

His hand skimmed over your ribs, then moved up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing gently. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the soft skin.

His mouth kept moving downward, slowly, trying to take his time to savour this moment, because in the back of his mind, he was still worried you’d wake up tomorrow and regret all of it. That you’d say it was a mistake. That this was a one-time thing.

So he needed to drag it out as long as possible.

His fingers curled around the waistband of your underwear, and when you didn’t stop him, he pulled them down your legs, tossing them somewhere across the room.

Then he was on his knees, gripping your thighs, spreading them apart. He looked up at you, eyes dark, burning with something raw. Something overwhelming.

“Let me,” he murmured. “Please.”

The way he said it—like he was asking for permission, like this was something he needed rather than just wanted—made your stomach twist in the best way.

You nodded, breath catching. “Go ahead.”

Mickey didn’t waste another second.

He kissed the inside of your thigh first, inhaling deeply. He wanted to take his time. He really did. But the second he pressed his lips to your cunt, all his self-control shattered. He groaned at the first taste of you, his grip on your thighs tightening like he was afraid you’d slip away.

And he didn’t stop.

It was desperate. He was clearly making up for lost time, trying to worship you with his mouth alone. His hands held you in place, keeping you still even as your body arched beneath him.

He moaned against your skin every time you gasped, every time your fingers tangled in his hair and tugged. His name fell from your lips in a breathless whisper, and he just kept going, chasing every sound.

He shifted his grip, pressing his thumb against your clit, rolling it in slow circles. He felt the way your thighs started to shake, the way your stomach tensed, the way your breath stuttered right before your orgasm crashed over you, and Mickey didn’t let up, not until you were tugging him up to kiss you, his chin and lips slick with your release.

He looked at you like you were something holy.

“Fuck,” he panted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You—” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head, like he couldn’t even find the words. “That was awesome.”

You let out a breathy laugh and pulled him back down for another kiss, shivering slightly at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Then you shifted, rolling him onto his back, straddling him. His hands immediately found your hips, squeezing tight, eyes dark as he looked up at you.

“You okay with this?” you asked, your voice softer now.

“Yeah. God, yeah, I’m so okay. I want you,” he rambled, nodding quickly.

You leaned down, lips brushing against his. “Then shut up and let me take care of you.”

His breath hitched. “Yes, ma’am.”

A loud moan ripped from his throat as you sank down onto his cock, your warm heat engulfing him, making his head spin.

He never wanted to leave. He wanted to stay here forever, looking up at you, watching your tits bounce in his face until the end of time.

He leaned up slightly from the pillows, his lips latching onto one of your nipples, moaning softly against your skin as you rocked against him, grinding rather than bouncing.

“Good boy,” you murmured, threading your fingers through his hair. He whimpered at the praise, his hips stuttering beneath you.

“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” you asked, your tone teasing.

He nodded, his eyes glassy, pupils blown wide.

“Tell me, Mickey,” you pressed, your nails scratching lightly at his scalp. “Have you been with anyone else? Or did you just miss my cunt? Did I wreck every women for you?”

His breath caught. He pulled away from your breast just enough to meet your gaze. “I—” His voice was wrecked. “I never— I couldn’t. I tried, but—” He swallowed thickly. “No one else ever felt right.”

Your stomach clenched at that, something warm curling around your ribs.

“You gonna cum?” you asked, and he nodded desperately.

“Can I? Please?” he begged.

“Yeah, of course you can,” you murmured. “My good boy.”

You lifted off him just in time, wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking him through it. His release painted your stomach, his loud, wrecked moan filling the room.

You let him catch his breath before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, then sliding off the bed.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay?” you whispered.

Mickey hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes already half-lidded.

You cleaned yourself up, went to the toilet, then grabbed a warm rag before heading back to the bed. You wiped him down gently, pressing soft kisses to his skin as you did.

“You did so good,” you whispered, Mickey already half-asleep.

You turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside him. He immediately wrapped himself around you, resting his head against your bare chest, arms encircling your waist.

“What does this mean for us?” he murmured sleepily, glancing up at you.

“It means Kenneth is gonna be really mad when he finds out we’ve been having sex every day,” you teased.

Mickey grinned, pressing his face against your skin. “Good.”

And then, with a content sigh, he drifted off to sleep with you following not long after.

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Mickey 17 and 18 fighting to eat you out?? yes please

smut, oral, fem receiving, technically a threesome?? idk if it counts since they are kinda the same person lol ☠️ also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SEND REQUESTS FOR THEM 🙏☺️

When you first found out there were two Mickeys, your immediate thought was how the hell you were going to explain this to Kenneth without getting all three of you killed.

Your second thought? There were two fucking Mickeys. Two of your boyfriends. Two men who were hopelessly in love with you.

Two men who would do anything to please you which is exactly how you ended up in this position.

Honestly, you don’t even know how it happened.

One minute, the three of you were arguing about what the hell you were supposed to do, the next, Mickey 17 was between your legs, his tongue lapping at your cunt while Mickey 18 sat by the bed, rubbing over his clothed cock, eyes dark with jealousy as he watched, his grip on himself tightening and his jaw clenching as he watched 17 work.

His tongue moved like he’d done this a hundred times before because he technically had. Every movement over your clit was muscle memory, honed from how long the two of you had been together. Mickey 18 knew exactly what it felt like to have you writhing beneath him, and the fact that 17 was the one drawing those desperate little sounds from your lips instead of him was driving him insane.

He exhaled sharply, shifting in his seat like he was debating whether to wait his turn or shove 17 out of the way. But 17 wasn’t stopping—not even sparing his double a glance. He was devoted, completely focused on your pleasure, moaning against your cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted (because in his mind, it was).

“Fuck,” 18 muttered, palming himself harder. “That’s my pussy too, y’know.”

Mickey 17 lifted his head slightly, looking up at 18 with wide, hazy eyes, lips slick with your arousal.

“But… it’s my turn,” he said softly, almost pouting.

Mickey 18 let out a sharp breath, like he was barely holding himself together. Then, he moved.

Before you could process it, he was between your legs, shoving 17’s shoulder in an attempt to get him out of the way. “Move.”

17 let out a small noise of protest, hands still gripping your thighs, eyes flickering between 18 and you, unsure, almost as if wanting you to tell 18 to wait his turn.

But 18 wasn’t waiting, and honestly, he wouldn’t even listen to you if he told him too. He pressed his mouth to you, groaning as he finally got his first taste, lapping at your cunt like you were water and he was a man in the desert.

17 whined softly but didn’t pull away. Instead, after a beat, he leaned back in, his tongue darting out to flick over your clit, while 18 groaned against your entrance, working his tongue deeper.

The two of them licked and sucked in tandem, their breath hot, their mouths wet and eager, both of them determined to pull you apart.

17 clung to your thighs, eyes fluttering shut as he focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves, whimpering softly with every little twitch of pleasure you gave while 18 was rougher, more demanding, moaning against your cunt as he pushed his tongue deeper, like he wanted to devour you whole.

Pleasure coursed through you, your body arching between them as their mouths worked in perfect, desperation. It was overwhelming, the contrast of them both.

Your fingers tangled in 17’s hair, gripping tight, and he whimpered into you, the sound vibrating through your core. He was so good for you, so eager to please, to be wanted. 18 groaned at the noise, gripping your hips and pulling you even closer to his mouth, dragging his tongue through your wetness with a satisfied hum, like he was trying to drown himself in you.

It was almost too much. Their mouths, their hands, the sounds they were making—moaning, whining, competing for your pleasure.

Your thighs shook as heat coiled in your stomach. Your back arching as you gasped, choking on a moan, and that was all the encouragement they needed.

17 sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking faster, more determined, and 18 groaned into you, his hands spreading your thighs wider, his mouth moving rougher, needier—both of them working together, completely in sync now.

It hit you like a freight train. Your vision blurred, your breath hitched, and then you broke—pleasure crashing through you in waves, your body shaking as they held you down, licking you through it, moaning against you like they were the ones falling apart.

You barely registered the way 18 groaned in satisfaction, the way 17 let out a little whimper, nuzzling against your thigh, licking up every last drop like he couldn’t stand to waste a single thing.

It was only when the tremors in your body subsided that 18 finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so very smug.

“See?” he murmured, voice thick with pride as he glanced at 17. “That’s how you do it.”

17 just blinked up at him, wide-eyed and still flushed, his lips parted slightly like he was about to argue but then, slowly, a small, almost dazed smile curled at his lips.

“I think we should do it again,” he said softly, voice still breathless.

18 snorted, shaking his head before turning back to you, dragging his fingers over your thigh. “Yeah? What do you think, sweetheart? Think you can handle another round?”

Your body was still trembling, your breath still ragged but with two Mickeys looking at you like that, both of them ready to do whatever you wanted?

How could you possibly say no?

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𝓜ickey Barnes x fem!reader head canons

no spoilers, nsfw, mutual masturbation but reader isn’t aware, obsessed!mickey, kinda got carried away at the end lol, might be a bit ooc :(

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes sneaking into your room while you’re working to sniff your undies. He tells himself this is the last time, that he’ll stop after this, but he never does. The second your door slides shut behind him, he’s on his knees, rifling through your laundry, heart pounding in his chest. When he finds what he’s looking for, he brings it to his face immediately, inhaling like a man starved. It’s pathetic, but he needs it—needs you.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes watching you like you’re the only thing that exists. It’s embarrassing how much he stares. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t stop himself. You could be doing anything—tying your hair up, chewing on your pen, stretching after a long day—and his mind takes it and runs wild. He memorises everything, every tiny detail, like his life depends on it.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes jerking off to the thought of you every night. He tries not to. He swears he tries. But the second he’s alone in his bed, his hand is already slipping beneath the covers, stroking himself to the memory of the way you smiled at him that day, the way your fingers brushed against his when you handed him something. He bites his lip to keep from moaning your name, but sometimes he slips. He wants you so badly it hurts.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes getting hard just from being too close to you. It’s humiliating. You’ll brush past him in the halls, and suddenly he has to think about something else—anything else—before it becomes obvious. He swears he isn’t some pervert, but his body betrays him every single time.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes stealing little things from you just to feel close. Hair ties, pens, even the smallest scraps of paper with your handwriting on them—if it’s yours, he wants it. He keeps them hidden in his room, a little shrine of stolen pieces of you, pulling them out when he needs to feel closer.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes dreaming about breaking the rules for you. Kenneth’s no-sex rule? He wants to follow it. Really, he does. But if you ever whispered, “No one has to know,” in that soft, teasing voice of yours, he wouldn’t hesitate. He’d break every rule, risk everything, just to have you.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes hiding in your closet when you come home early from your shift. He wasn’t supposed to be there. He had just come to be close to you, to lie in your bed for a moment, to breathe you in. But when he heard the door open, panic set in. There was no time to escape, so he scrambled into your closet, heart hammering, praying you wouldn’t notice the way the door was slightly ajar.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes who ends up watching you without meaning to. He swears he didn’t mean to see anything. He should have closed his eyes, should have turned his back away from the gap in the closet. But then you started touching yourself—right there, in your bed, technically in front of him, although completely unaware that he was hidden just feet away. His mouth went dry, his whole body frozen as he watched, mesmerized, unable to look away.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes who can’t help but touch himself too. He tries to stay still, to stay quiet, but it’s too much. The way you whimper, the way your breath hitches���it’s torture. He palms himself through his pants, biting his lip so hard he almost draws blood. He knows it’s wrong, knows he shouldn’t, but the way you moan has him coming undone, desperate and aching for you in ways he can’t even describe.

Obsessed!Mickey Barnes hating himself for it but knows he’d do it again. When you finally sigh, when you finally relax, he’s still trembling in the dark, spent and ashamed but so, so addicted. He waits until you’re asleep before slipping out, forcing himself to pretend like it never happened. But deep down, he knows—if it ever happened again, if fate ever put him in that position once more—he wouldn’t hesitate to touch himself once more.

tags @tooladysheep

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Ex boyfriend Mickey Barnes makes my brain go brr

nsfw, head canons, kinda fluffy, pls pls send in requests for him

pt 2 kind of

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey Barnes who had no idea you signed up for Kenneth’s Expedition. He who freezes when he sees you for the first time on the ship. His brain short-circuits, his mouth goes dry, and for the first time in a long time, he feels like he might actually die for real this time and never come back. You weren’t supposed to be here. You were supposed to be back on Earth, away from him, where he could at least pretend to move on. But now? Now you’re right in front of him, and all he can think about is how much he still wants you.

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey who becomes obsessed all over again. It’s sick, how fast it happens. One second he’s reeling from the shock, the next he’s watching you like he used to—memorising the way your hands move when you work, the way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating. He tells himself it’s just old habits, but that’s a lie. He’s right back where he started, desperate for you, aching for you, unable to focus on anything that isn’t you.

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey who gets territorial the second he sees you talking to someone else. He’s not stupid, he knows he has no claim over you, not anymore. But that doesn’t stop the jealousy from twisting in his gut, making his fingers clench at his sides when he sees another guy laughing at something you said. Mickey’s always been a little self-destructive, and now he’s pacing outside your quarters, trying to convince himself not to knock.

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey who can’t stay away. It starts small—passing you in the hall, lingering too long when you make eye contact. Then it escalates. He starts sitting next to you at meals, cracking jokes like old times, watching your reaction like his life depends on it. And when you laugh? Fuck, it’s over for him. He needs you again.

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey who starts touching himself to the thought of you again. It’s pathetic, but he can’t stop. Every night, his hand is wrapped around his cock, eyes squeezed shut as he pictures the way you used to moan for him. He remembers exactly how you sound, how you feel, how you’d tug at his hair when he was between your legs. He swears he’ll stop, swears he won’t do it again, but then you smile at him the next day, and he’s right back in his bed, stroking himself raw to the memory of you.

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey who finally breaks and kisses you. It happens fast, you’re teasing him, just like old times back on earth then suddenly, he’s got you against the wall, lips crashing against yours, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. It’s desperate and messy, and when you kiss him back, he groans like a dying man finally given oxygen.

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey who fucks you like he’s making up for lost time. He’s all over you, kissing every inch of skin he can reach, muttering how much he missed you against your throat. He wants you whining for him, wants to remind you exactly how good you had it. When he finally pushes inside, it’s slow, deep, possessive—like he’s trying to carve himself back into you, make sure you never forget who you belong to.

Ex-Boyfriend!Mickey who knows he’s in trouble. He told himself he wouldn’t do this again. Wouldn’t fall for you all over. But now you’re lying in his arms, breathless and he’s tracing lazy circles on your back, already wondering how long he can keep you this time.

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when they give off too sweet by hozier vibes>>

[bethsvrse]

contrary to popular belief, I feel like Logan would be a big softie during sex. like if my guy loved you, he’d absolutely hate the idea of hurting you (obviously he’s totally open to you hurting him though, have you seen the scene where he sticks a cigar on his hand?)

logan doesn’t want you to be scared of him. the thought of you flinching away from him or feeling any sort of fear would kill him inside. instead, he’d be slow, making sure you’re comfortable with every movement. i can imagine his voice dropping to a husky whisper, murmuring praises against your ear as he thrusts in and out. he’d call you his good girl, keeping you close, his breath hot against your skin. "that’s it, sweetheart... you're perfect, you know that?" he'd murmur between each thrust, his rough hands stroking your skin tenderly. "so damn good for me... my beautiful girl."

"Look at you, takin' me so well... you drive me crazy, you know that?" he’d brush his lips against your ear, whispering, "You're all mine... no one else’s.” each word meant to remind you how much you mean to him. there’s no rush, no urgency—just him savoring every second with you, making sure you know you’re safe in his hands

[bethsvrse]

Wade: I’m just saying that the plan was genuinely dumb, as many of our plans are, I now realise

Y/N: What about your whole speech about, “I have the grace of a falcon, and I’ll be in and out like a demon’s whisper”?

Logan: You stood up on your chair in that burger restaurant and said that speech for everybody

Wade: It was a damn good speech, very persuasive. But I regret it now